"Yumiko, you… you can help Akira draw the backgrounds for the manga. I'll only get in the way if I go," Yuigahama Yui said after thinking for a moment.
"…"
Miura Yumiko stopped talking, after realizing that Yui was giving her this opportunity. Her heart swelled with gratitude, but she wasn't sure whether she should accept it.
"...I spend a lot of time here every week. This is your first time staying overnight. If you can help Akira, maybe next time he'll invite you on his own~" Yuigahama Yui added with a small chuckle.
"Yui… thank you," Miura Yumiko said, touched by her words.
"Go ahead, Yumiko. Come on," Yuigahama Yui said, clenching her fists encouragingly.
"I… I'll be back soon," Yumiko Miura stood up and said quietly.
"Yumiko, don't forget to bring your things," Ebina Hina reminded her.
Hearing this, Yumiko Miura blushed and turned to retrieve something from her bag. Yuigahama Yui blinked, wanting to remind her of something but unsure how to phrase it.
Yumiko Miura left the room and closed the door behind her.
After Yumiko left, Hina and Yui both stays silent for sometime—
"Yui, are you really not jealous?" Ebina Hina asked.
"Of course I am jealous. But I can see that Yumiko likes Akira very much, and like me, she doesn't want to leave his side," Yuigahama Yui said, looking at Hina.
"To be honest, I'm a little worried about your relationship. But I believe Akira can handle it and make you both happy," Hina said, sitting up and looking seriously at Yuigahama Yui.
"What... What about Hina?" Yuigahama Yui hesitated but still asked.
"Me? I don't like Akira as much as you do. I have a good impression of him, but I won't have a relationship in high school," Hina replied with a small smile.
"I think you're lying," Yuigahama Yui said, studying Hina.
Hina was slightly stunned but smiled back at her.
"Yui, you really are smart sometimes," Hina admitted.
"Hina, if you ever have any troubles, you can tell me," Yuigahama Yui said sincerely.
"Not yet. But—I'll tell you when the time comes," Hina replied, shaking her head.
"...Okay, I'll wait," Yui nodded, softly.
Hina Ebina troubles might have been related to her family.
But, Yuigahama Yui had never been to her house, and Miura Yumiko had only visited a few times.
....
In front of Akira Fujimiya's room,
Yumiko Miura knocked on the door. After a few seconds, it opened.
Akira wasn't surprised to see Yumiko there.
"I… I want to help you," Yumiko said, lowering her head.
"Help me with what?" Akira asked calmly.
"Help… draw the backgrounds for the manga," Yumiko said in a quiet voice.
"Just drawing the backgrounds?"
"Whatever you want me to do, I… I'll do it," Yumiko said quickly.
"I want to see your old self," Akira said with a small smile.
Yumiko froze.
Did Akira mean he liked her from before?
Just as she was pondering this, Akira gently pulled her into his arms and closed the door.
As soon as the door shut, Akira kissed her.
Yumiko responded instinctively, then felt Akira's hand explore her body.
His touch seemed almost magical, and her face flushed hot.
A few minutes later, Akira lifted his head and looked at her, his eyes calm.
"Things that are too easy to obtain are rarely cherished, Yumiko," he said.
"I… I like you, Akira, so…" Yumiko stammered.
She wanted to explain, but Akira took something from her pocket.
Her face turned crimson, and she couldn't speak.
"Yui, Yukino, and I haven't reached that stage yet. You don't need to be anxious," Akira said, returning the item.
"I… I thought you have already…" Yumiko's voice trailed off.
"I'm not the person you think I am. Even though I haven't done it Yui and Yukino, yet, I've taught them a lot of… strange knowledge," Akira reminded her.
"Akira, I want to learn too!" Yumiko said without hesitation.
....
Akira's Bedroom (R18)—
Akira stood tall, his broad shoulders filling the space as he loomed over Yumiko, who knelt between his legs.
The air in the room was thick with anticipation, charged by the unspoken desires that had been building between them.
His pants were already uncomfortably tight, the fabric straining against the bulge of his thick, throbbing cock.
Yumiko's eyes darted up to meet his, her gaze a mix of curiosity, nervousness and anticipation.
She has already been in love with him, by the way he carried himself with such confidence, and how gentle he behave around her and others, but now, in this intimate moment, her fascination was tinged with something else—something raw and primal.
"First, take it out," Akira commanded, his voice deep and authoritative, yet laced with a patience that hinted at his understanding of her hesitation.
Yumiko nodded, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached for the button of his pants.
Her hands were soft, delicate, and they seemed to hesitate as they brushed against the fabric.
She unbuttoned his pants slowly, her breath catching as she pulled the zipper down, revealing the outline of his massive, veiny cock.
Her eyes widen in shocked by sight of it made her cheeks flush, a warm heat spreading across her face.
"...will it even fit in my mouth," she murmured, the sound barely audible, as if she were trying to process the sheer size of what she was about to handle.
She reached out, her fingers brushing against the shaft, and felt it twitch in response. It only make her more excited.
"Now, move your hand up and down around it," he instructed, his tone firm.
"Ah..alright"
Yumiko obeyed, her soft hand wrapping around his shaft, her touch nervous at first.
Plap! Plap! Plap
As she slid her hand slowly up and down, her palm gliding over the smooth skin, her fingers brushing against the veins that stood out like cords.
With each stroke, she felt his cock harden further, the heat of it seeping into her hand.
Akira let out a low groan, his head tilting back slightly as her touch sent a jolt of pleasure through him.
"Good," he murmured, his voice roughening with desire. "Now, slowly lick it."
Yumiko hesitated, her eyes flicking up to meet his — She could see the hunger in his gaze, the way his pupils had dilated, and it sent a shiver down her spine. As she feels her panties getting wet.
After some hesitation, she leaned forward, her tongue tracing a path from the base of his cock to the tip, her lips parting slightly as her mouth get watery.
Lick! Lick! Lick!
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
The flavor was salty, musky, and uniquely him, and it made her flush even deeper as she unconsciously sniff his dick.
Akira's breath hitched as her wet tongue glided over the sensitive skin, his hands resting gently on her head, guiding her without forcing her.
"...Suck the tip," he growled, his voice thick with need.
Yumiko blushed at his command, Akira now was very different from his usual self and the thought of her being the one that make him react this way excite her.
Without hesitation she complied, her wet mouth closing around the head of his cock, her lips sealing tightly as her tongue flicked over the sensitive spot, as she taste the pre-cum licking out.
Slurp! Suck! Lick!
Slurp! Suck! Slurp!
She could taste his pre-cum, bitter-sweet and thick, and she swallowed it reflexively, her eyes closing as she savored the moment, as she bob her head on his dick.
"Mhnnng!"
"...Now, slowly take it deep inside your mouth slowly," he urged, his hands moving to rest gently on her head, not pushing, but encouraging.
She paused, opening her eyes slowly to looked at him, her determination clear as she nodded woth much difficulty, steeling herself for what was to come.
"Mhmmm!"
Yumiko opened her mouth wider, saliva dripping from her mouth, making it bearable as her lips sliding down his shaft, her throat constricting as she took him in.
Thrust!
Sluurrp! Slurp! Slurrrp!
The size of his cock was overwhelming, stretching her throat as it goes, her eyes widen as she felt herself unable to breath, she not being able to take it anymore coughed and pull back.
"Cough! Cough!" There were some tears in her eyes.
"...Slowly," Akira reminded her, his voice softening with concern. "You're doing just fine. Just take your time."
She nodded again, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but her resolve unwavering.
Yumiko took a deep breath, then took him back into her mouth, her movements clumsy but eager. More determine than before—
Shlupp! Sluuuuurp! Slurrp! Slrp!
Lick! Lick! Lick!
Slurp! Slurrrrp! Sluuuurp!
Her wet mouth worked up and down, her lips sliding over his shaft, as her tongue swirling around the head. Her hands cupped his balls, gently massaging them as she tried to take him down her throat, it was difficult but after some stuggle she was able to do it as her nose were pressing against his pubic hair, as she breath heavily through her nose.
"Mhmm"
Akira's breath hitched as he felt his orgasm building, his hips twitching involuntarily. "Fuck, Yumiko, you're doing so good," he groaned, his voice thick with desire.
Yumiko increase her speed after seeing his reaction, she want Akira to react to her, praise her—
'Praise me more! Akira! Mhmm!'
Her eyes turning into the shape of a heart as she ignore the mild pain of getting her throat stretch, her mouth started producing more saliva to reduce the friction. While Yukino tongue focus on pleasuring Akira.
Slurp! Shluppp! Sluuuurp! Slurrrp!
"Mhmm! Mhnng! Nhmmh!"
He could feel her trying to take him deeper, as her eyes were fill with tear, her throat working as she struggled to accommodate his size.
But—
Thrust! Thrust!
Slrp! Slurpp! Sluuuurp! Slurrrp!
—She was determined, her mouth eager, her one hand continue massaging his balls while her other hand at some point got inside her panties as she started fingering herself, and it was driving him wild, just by seeing the shy and nervous Yumiko like this.
{She is mostly shy and nervous infront of him and her friends now}
Yukino nose pressing against him, her gag reflex threatening to overwhelm her.
Sluurp! Sluuuurrrp! Slurpppp!
She pulled back slightly till the tip before taking him inside again, her mouth working up and down, one hand around his waist, while her other hand continue fingering her wet pussy, as she tried to find a rhythm.
Schlick! Schlick! Schlick!
Slurpo! Suck! Slurrp!
Akira felt his orgasm approaching, his cock throbbing with anticipation.
"Fuck, Yumiko, I'm close," he warned, his voice a rough whisper.
She looked up at him, her eyes glowing, a mix of determination and apprehension in her gaze. She tried to take him deeper, her mouth opening wider, her throat working as she struggled to swallow him whole.
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
Slrp! Sluuurp! Sluuuuuup!
"Mhmm! Nhnng! Mmm! Nghn!"
But it was too much, Akira exploded, his cum shooting into her mouth, hot and thick, spilling past her lips and dripping onto her chin.
Splaaat! Splaaat! Splaaat!
Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!
"Hnggh!! Mhnnnng! "
SQUIRTTT! SPLAAAT! SPLLAAAAT!
Yumiko cummed, as she swallowed as much as she could, her face flushed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath, as her cum started leaking from her pussy.
Akira's cum were everywhere, coating the inside of her mouth, her lips, dripping down her chin, and she licked her lips reflexively, savoring the taste of him with a blissful expression, as she glup down att the cum that was still inside her mouth.
"Mhnng~"
"Well done," he said, his voice tender as he stroked her hair, his touch gentle and reassuring.
Yumiko blushed, her eyes meeting his, a mix of embarrassment and pride in her gaze, her breathing heavy as she tried to composed herself.
"You can call...me anytime you want..to do it..." She said nervously, with anticipation in her eyes.
Akira's gaze was intense, his desire for her clear, but there was also a tenderness there, a patience that suggested he was willing to take this as slowly as she needed.
Yumiko's heart raced, her mind swirling with thoughts of what this could mean, what they could explore together.
The uncertainty only added to the excitement, leaving them both eager for what was to come.
.....
Early in the morning at the park,
Akira had defeated Hiratsuka Shizuka once again.
"Come again!" Hiratsuka-sensei said, unconvinced.
"It's time to go back. Breakfast should be ready," Akira said, glancing at the time.
"I'll definitely beat you next time," Hiratsuka said, though she gave up when she remembered breakfast.
"You can't beat me again, Sensei," Akira said, shaking his head.
"How do you know?" she asked, glaring at him.
"I'll become stronger, and you won't get the chance to teach me new moves," Akira replied.
Hiratsuka clenched her fists at this.
Suddenly, she seemed to remember something and looked at Akira with a gentle smile.
"Sensei, your smile is a bit scary," Akira said subconsciously, stepping back slightly.
"Fujimiya-kun, do you want to learn swordsmanship?" Hiratsuka asked, her smile slightly mischievous.
"I do," Akira replied, without hesitation, meeting her eyes.
He is getting a bad feeling about this.
"I'll prepare this afternoon and teach you tomorrow morning," Hiratsuka said with a glimmer of anticipation.
"Okay," Akira said simply.
He thought that learning her swordsmanship could be useful in the future.
Even, though he feel like he is going to get beaten....
....
At breakfast, not only did Yumiko Miura and Hina Ebina have strange expressions, but Kawasaki Keika did as well.
Because of their Sensei's smile—
Hiratsuka's smile reminded them of the kind that villains in TV dramas wear.
"Sensei, are you filming a TV show?" Kawasaki asked after dinner.
"Who told you that?" Hiratsuka asked, puzzled.
"Your smile… it was like a villain's in a drama," Kawasaki said honestly.
"…" Hiratsuka's expression froze.
"If Sensei were a villain, you'd probably be the most popular female lead," Akira commented from the side, while imagining her in a 'unique villain outfit'.
"After being defeated by the male protagonist, did you fall for him?" Kawasaki wondered.
"Okay, stop thinking about dramas and go to school," Hiratsuka said with a straight face.
"Yes. Goodbye, onee-san. Goodbye, Akira nii-san. Goodbye, Yui nee-san,Yumiko nee-san, Hina nee-san, everyone!," Kawasaki waved and headed for the car.
As Hiratsuka passed by Akira and deliberately stepped on his shoes.
Akira didn't react, because of Yukino he had gotten used to it by now, he was even scared he might awaken a foot fetish someday.
As the car drove out of Sakurasou, Akira walked with the four girls toward Sobu High School.
Along the way, he didn't hold anyone's hand, instead was reading messages from Sato Yumiko.
Pre-orders eventually reached 500,000—a record unlikely to be broken in ten years.
Total orders from major bookstores surpassed 700,000 copies. Of the one million copies originally printed, only 300,000 remained. Yumiko Sato prepared another 500,000 copies, worried that online sales would surpass physical stores.
Additionally, His work appeared in several news reports and trending searches:
"500,000 pre-orders for the Non Non Biyori single volume!"
"A manga even Her Highness the Princess likes!"
"A new mangaka? No, a professional artist!"
From the data to Her Royal Highness the Princess's recommendation to professional artist analysis, Akira realized that Non Non Biyori was about to reach an unprecedented heights.
The popularity was extraordinary, yet surprisingly, no rival mangaka had dared criticize him.
His work was praised for professionalism, despite its slightly childish plot. Ordinary readers and professional artists alike admired it.
Online sales for Non Non Biyori had begun, and Yumiko Sato monitored them closely.
The Manga could reach the top ten or even number one on the best-seller list within hours.
Though the current number-one title sold millions, Non Non Biyori's popularity might create a new miracle.
.....
During lunch break on the way to the Service club, Akira suddenly received a call from Yukinoshita Haruno.
"Is something wrong?" Akira asked directly.
"That young lady likes you work very much and give it a little push. Don't misinterpret her intentions," Yukinoshita Haruno said gently, as of she knows what he was thinking.
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