"Ryomaa! Get the fuck up already!"
A young man was drooling and lying face down on his bed with one arm in his shirt.
"Mmm… Yumi… twist it more… spit on it…"
BAM!
The door was opened so hard it nearly broke.
"Get your ass up, jackass! You're gonna miss the train!"
Ryoma buried his face deeper into the pillow.
"You have ten seconds to get out of bed before I throw you out the window and tell mom you tried flying."
"Five more hours." Ryoma whispered. "I'm in the middle of a nice dream..."
"Get up."
"Five more minutes."
"You said five hours."
"People change."
"Then change into your uniform and get ready."
"Why are you like this, Issei?" he whined. "Give me just a minute."
"Get up before I dump water on you."
"Joke's on you." Ryoma murmured. "I get hard when I'm wet."
"Last warning."
"C'mon, look at my adorable face." Ryoma rolled onto his back. "How could you disturb this cute little creature's sleep?"
Issei stared at him blankly.
Then yanked the entire blanket off Ryoma.
"Hey!" Ryoma groaned, rolling away and clutching his limbs.
"Get up."
"Just 10 more seconds..."
"Absolutely not, you're going to be late."
"Rather be late than arrive early to a place I hate."
"You hate school?"
"I hate most places that aren't my bed."
"Tell you what." He said. "If you can come up with three reasons why waking up is worth it, I'll consider it."
"School."
"Rejected."
"Breakfast."
"Considered."
"I'll throw your phone into the toilet."
"Now you're just playing dirty."
Issei rolled his eyes, looked at Ryoma, and then at Ryoma's desk, and walked over to it before opening the drawer.
Inside the drawer were a few snack bags, a half-finished box of condoms, lollipops, and other things.
Ignoring the other, Issei pulled out something.
It was a book, a diary to be exact.
"You're still using paper? That's so retro."
"If you value your life, Issei, and I know you barely do… Put it down and back out slowly."
Issei, however, smirked and opened the diary.
The pages were almost full of things that made Issei grit his teeth.
May 3rd (12:34 pm): Hana. Talented but shy, tight pussy. Came twice. (Number: xxxxxxxxxx)
May 3rd (5:21 pm): Lara & Lora. Twins, not identical, but their tongues sure sync up. Threesome. (Number: xxxxxxxxxx & xxxxxxxxxx)
May 4th (7:45 pm): Ms. Midori. 56-year-old divorcee. She knows things about the male body I didn't know I had. (Number: xxxxxxxxxx)
May 5th (3:30 pm): Tomoe. Came to me crying about her ex, left crying for more. Had to gag her with her own panties. (Number: xxxxxxxxxx)
May 6th (9:00 pm): Kiryuin. Not recommended. Woke up with scratches all over my body. (Number: No need)
"You're singlehandedly keeping the city's birth rate from dropping." Issei gritted his teeth.
May 7th (7:30 pm): Aya. Art club member. Spread her legs on the painting table and asked me to paint her insides. (Number: xxxxxxxxxx)
May 8th (4:05 pm): Rina. Cute nerd. Quiet type, but moaned like a bitch when I tongued her ass. Recommended. (Number: xxxxxxxxxx)
May 10th (3:30 pm): Fumiko, school slut. Deepthroated me in front of her cuck-boyfriend. Very loose pussy. Not a very good experience. (Number: xxxxxxxxxx (Her boyfriend's)
Ryoma had notes on everything, how they moan, how easily they came, how tight they were, how loud, how long they lasted, what toys were used, if they swallowed, if they begged, if they cried, what positions were the best.
"You motherfucker." Issei's mouth was dry. "There's like… hundreds."
"Three hundred forty-seven." Ryoma corrected, cracking his neck. "Not counting the orgies."
"You had orgies!?"
Ryoma grinned.
"You think my hands got calluses from writing?"
Looking at all the pages, Issei's jealousy grew bigger than his dick ever did.
"You really kept all their names? Erika from second year… Natsumi the school nurse's daughter… Emi from the bakery?"
"She did let me eat her cream puff, so I returned the favor."
"Wait, is this…? This chick from the grocery store? You got laid behind the counter?!"
"She was into weird shits, now close the book and get out." Ryoma warned one last time. "Not like you would understand anyway".
"You're sick!"
Ryoma smirked. "Says the guy who still watches step-sister porn at 2 AM."
Issei glared. "Shut up."
As he looked further, Issei froze.
May 11th (5:30 pm): Hinako. Short skirt, surprised me by showing up with no panties. Rode me in the music room after lunch. (Number: xxxxxxxxxx)
His blood was boiling.
He's been texting Hinako for a month. A fucking month. She looked like she wasn't ready for anything physical or emotional.
And Ryoma had already fucked her on top of a goddamn xylophone.
"You piece of shit…"
There were even goddamn rules on the first page.
1. No repeats unless they beg or pay.
2. No fucking Issei's girlfriend.
3. No cucking bros.
4. No lolis, no lesbians, no dudes.
5. Always use condoms unless she's infertile, rich, or on birth control.
"What are you insulting me for? I keep the rules for you, you know." Ryoma said like a saint. "I don't touch your girls, not because I can't, but because you're my brother."
Issei glared.
"If you ever grow the balls to fuck one, let me know. I'll remove the name from my waiting list."
"I WILL BURY YOU!"
"You can try." Ryoma shrugged. "But even my grave would have more girls visiting it than your Instagram."
Issei snapped the book shut. "I should throw this in the fucking fireplace."
"I bet half of the city's female population would breathe a sigh of relief."
Ryoma suddenly jumped out of the bed.
"You little shit!"
He quickly snatched the diary and slapped the back of Issei's head so hard he nearly bit his tongue.
Issei fell back, rubbing his head.
"Ouch, damn it! I wasn't really gonna burn it!"
"This isn't the kind of thing you should play around with!" Ryoma stuffed the notebook into his school bag. "That thing holds more value than your entire bloodline."
"So, put your greasy virgin hands on my legacy again and I'll shove your phone up your ass and call it on repeat."
Issei rolled his eyes.
"You know what your problem is, dear brother? You're a wimp." Ryoma put his arms around Issei. "Come to the dark side, I'll even share a few phone numbers."
"I don't want your damn leftovers."
"They're not leftovers." Ryoma shrugged. "They're highly trained professionals."
"By you."
"And?"
Issei shook his head and stood up.
"Go wash your ass, I don't wanna see you again."
As Issei walked out, Ryoma threw him a salute with his middle finger.
"Say hi to your right hand for me." Then collapsed back on the bed.
_ _ _ _ _
Stepping inside the bathroom, Ryoma stood in front of the mirror completely naked.
"To think… Momo begged to be on page 69." He smiled. "Well, she earned it."
He brushed his teeth with one hand while his other hand rubbed a mark on his neck, one of many. A bite from last week. He don't even remember the girl's name.
Or was it two girls?
_ _ _ _ _
Ryoma finally came out of the shower after what seemed like an eternity.
This is the thing about baths, you don't wanna take one, but when you enter, you don't wanna leave.
He put on his speaker and blasted Death Note's opening while getting ready.
He first put on a nice dress, a yellow hoodie, and white pants with white shoes, before checking his suitcase to see if it had everything he would need for half a year.
He then took out his earbuds and a few condoms from his drawer and put them in his pocket before heading downstairs.
_ _ _ _ _
Thanks for reading. (I use Grammarly, but if you see any mistakes, don't hesitate to let me know.)