Note: Think of it as Sobu College instead of Spbu High School....
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Akira Fujimiya slowly opened his eyes and looked around the city.
"That was a great story," he murmured.
"Hm?" Meguri Shiromeguri turned to him, blinking in confusion.
"This piece… it was composed by your father, wasn't it?" Akira guessed, tilting his head.
"…My father's just an office worker," Meguri replied softly, shaking her head. "I learned this myself."
"Then why is it such an old guitar?" Akira asked, surprised.
{T/N: 😂}
"I can't afford a new one…" Meguri said weakly, her gaze falling to the instrument in her lap.
Akira blinked, pausing. "…I see."
"However," Meguri continued, "I know this song was adapted from a story."
"Let me see," Akira said, his eyes lighting up. His intuition had been right.
Meguri took out her phone, searched for the story behind the song, and handed it to him.
Akira read carefully.
The first half of the story matched his expectations.
But the second half…
The composer lost his inspiration and began drinking every day.
Eventually, his wife and daughter left him.
"Sure enough, these stories always take a tragic turn," Akira sighed, returning the phone.
Meguri accepted it silently, knowing it wasn't exactly a happy story. But still, she loved the melody.
"Your playing is really good, Senpai," Akira said with a calm smile. "Though there are still a few flaws, I think it's fine."
"Thank you. Actually… this was my first time playing in front of someone else, so I was nervous," Meguri admitted shyly.
"Really? Then I'm lucky to be the first to hear you play, Shiromeguri-senpai."
Meguri blushed and lowered her head, unable to hide her smile.
"Shiromeguri-senpai, I'll ask Yukino to arrange a professional guitarist to assist you. Are you interested in joining my company, Hoshiyuu Agency?" Akira asked.
"I… I want to try," Meguri said, raising her head to meet his gaze.
"Good. Bit try to be a little bold," Akira said with confidence. "Even if you fail, I'll make sure you have the chance to continue chasing your dream."
"Thank you, Fujimiya-kun," she said, reaching out. Her hand was trembling slightly, but it was not because of cold.
"You're welcome. I just hope that in the future, I can sit like this again, listening to you play, closing my eyes and imagining the story hidden in your song."
Meguri smiled softly. "Okay."
An idea sparked in her mind.
Wouldn't it be nice to write a song about what happened today?
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Lunch break ended.
Akira left the Student Council office with a faint smile.
From now on, listening to Meguri Shiromeguri play during lunch would add a pleasant rhythm to his day.
Later, Akira mentioned it to Yukinoshita Yukino.
Yukino agreed to help with the city patrol arrangements — then told him, firmly, to stay away from Shiromeguri-senpai.
Akira immediately understood what she meant.
To him, Meguri felt more like a friend than a lover. It wasn't that she wasn't beautiful — in fact, her looks weren't inferior to Ebina Hina's. Once she learned how to dress up, she would definitely become a stunning senior.
When she entered college, there would surely be many people chasing after her.
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Meanwhile,
On her way back to class, Meguri looked out the window, still smiling as she recalled what had just happened.
'If I succeed,' she thought, 'I'll definitely tell the story of my lunch break.'
She could already imagine it:
'With the encouragement of that junior, I played my favorite piece. A warm smile appeared on his face. He reached out to me and gave me a chance. Because of his encouragement, I am who I am today. So please, listen to this piece. Its name is...'
She paused, then frowned slightly.
"What should I even call it?"
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That afternoon, school ended.
Meguri followed Yukinoshita Yukino as part of the city patrol.
Even though she was technically older, Meguri still felt a bit nervous around Yukino — the daughter of the prestigious Yukinoshita family.
Yukino glanced at her. "Shiromeguri-senpai, there's no need to be so stiff. I'm your junior (Kouhai), remember?"
"I… I'm just a little nervous," Meguri admitted, smiling awkwardly.
"Don't worry. Since Fujimiya said so, I'm sure there won't be any problems with your work. I believe in your ability, and I believe in his judgment."
"Thank you, Yukinoshita-san."
At that moment, Meguri thought again of Akira's gentle smile. It filled her heart with quiet confidence.
Then Yukino said suddenly, "...Shiromeguri-senpai… that guy can be a bit dangerous. If you find yourself drawn to him, you should be prepared."
"Huh?" Meguri blinked in surprise.
Yukino didn't elaborate.
A long silence followed.
Then, a faint realization dawned on Meguri's face.
Could it be… that Yukinoshita Yukino liked Akira Fujimiya — and could even accept other girls being close to him?
She didn't dare to ask about it.
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Tennis court.
The match between Akira Fujimiya and Totsuka Saika had just ended.
Isshiki Iroha jogged over, holding two bottles of water. She handed one to Akira with a bright smile.
"Senpai, you're amazing! You played against Totsuka-senpai for so long and didn't even break a sweat!"
"For me, that level of exertion isn't enough to make me sweat," Akira replied, sitting down on the bench.
"Then what would make you sweat?" Iroha asked curiously.
"From night till morning," Akira said casually.
Iroha froze.
Then, realizing the implication, her cheeks turned crimson.
"B-Bad Senpai!"
"I meant running," Akira added innocently.
"I don't believe that!" Iroha puffed her cheeks.
"Alright, alright, I'll admit — I might've been thinking something weird," Akira said, smirking.
"So… want to go to my house~?" Iroha teased, crossing her arms.
"No, I'm afraid you'll attack me," Akira shot back immediately.
"Eh!? That's my line!" Iroha protested, pouting.
Akira laughed quietly, then placed his hand gently on her leg.
"How about we go shopping? I'll pick out some new knee-high stocking for you."
"B-Bad Senpai, I'm not going!"
"Alright then. How about heading to the Student Council office? I think there are still two desserts left."
"If you feed me, I'll go~," Iroha said, smiling slyly.
Akira took her hand. She didn't resist, instead curling her fingers around his arm. As the both waked away together.
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When they reached the office and opened the refrigerator — it was empty.
"Senpai… you lied to me," Iroha said, puffing her cheeks.
The door clicked shut behind them.
Akira turned, a smirk tugging at his lips as he closed the distance between them.
His hand cupped the back of her head, fingers threading through her soft hair, and he pulled her in for a kiss.
Iroha didn't pull away—instead, she melted into it, her hands fisting his shirt as their lips crashed together.
"Mmmph~!"
Her mouth parted eagerly under his, tongues tangling in a wet, sloppy dance—as he devoured her, sucking on her lower lip with a firm tug that made her gasp into him.
She kissed back just as fiercely, nipping at his tongue playfully, her breath hitching between the deep presses of their mouths. Saliva slicked their lips, strings of it connecting them when they briefly broke for air, only to dive back in—his teeth grazing her plump bottom lip, drawing a soft gasp from her throat.
The kiss stretched on, five minutes of unrelenting heat, her body pressing flush against his, her small breasts squishing against his chest as she tiptoed to match his height.
Finally, they pulled back resulting in a sting of saliva, both breathing heavily.
"Haah-haah"
Iroha huffed raggedly, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, lips swollen and glistening with shared spit.
Her eyes were blurry, half-lidded and dazed as she looked up at him, pupils dilated with arousal, staring at Akira like he was the only thing in her world.
''S-Senpai...'' she whispered breathlessly, her voice husky and trembling.
Akira's thumb brushed her cheek, wiping away a stray bead of saliva. ''Aren't you going to show me how much you've improved, Isshiki? All that practice you bragged about—put it to use.''
Her blush deepened to an almost painful shade of red, spreading down her neck as she hesitated, biting her lip in that coy way she always did when playing the innocent card.
But the heat in her eyes betrayed her eagerness. After a beat, she sank to her knees on the floor, the fabric of her skirt riding up her thighs. She looked up at him with wide, adoring eyes—part love, part hungry anticipation—before her gaze dropped to the obvious bulge straining against his pants.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for his zipper, tugging it down with a metallic zzzip, then fishing out his cock.
It hung semi-hard in her hand, thick even in its relaxed state, veins faintly pulsing along the shaft, the head already peeking from the foreskin with a hint of precum beading at the slit.
Iroha wrapped her delicate fingers around the base, her grip light and exploratory at first—pumping slowly from root to tip, feeling the warmth and weight of it.
She twisted her wrist on the upstroke, thumb swiping over the sensitive underside, making it twitch and swell in her palm.
"It's... getting so big already, Senpai,'' she murmured, her voice a mix of awe and fear.
Leaning forward, she parted her soft, pink lips and took the head into her mouth with a gentle suck.
Her tongue rolled around the crown immediately—lapping at the salty precum with flat, broad strokes that made his cock throb and lengthen against her palate.
"Mmm~" She hummed softly, the vibration buzzing through him.
'I wonder if Senpai like it if I focus l the tip?' She thought, her eyes filled with anticipation —as she worked her tongue gently, tracing the head, dipping into the slit to tease out more fluid.
Lick-Lick-Slurp.
Inch by inch, she started taking it deep inside, as it grew fully erect inside the wet heat of her mouth, stretching her cheeks as it hardened to its full, the shaft now rigid and pulsing with need.
When it was at its peak, filling her mouth uncomfortably, Iroha pulled back with a wet sound, coughing lightly—cough-cough—strings of saliva dangling from her lips to the tip.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, eyes watering slightly but sparkling with determination.
"Senpai, it's way bigger than I remember... You're making it hard for your kouhai to keep up, you know? But I won't back down—I'll show you how good I've gotten at handling big, naughty things like this.''
Her words came out in that cutesy, manipulative tone, batting her lashes up at him while her hand never stopped its slow pumps, keeping him hard and ready.
She stroked him more deliberately now, her fist encircling the base tightly—and sliding up to the head with a firm twist, palm gliding over the sensitive skin with enough pressure to make his hips buck.
Pre-cum oozed steadily, lubricating her hand.
"Does it feel good, Senpai? Your cock's twitching so much in my hand... I bet you want more, huh?'' she teased, her voice breathy and eager, eyes locked on his as she worked him over, the slick sounds growing wetter with each pass.
Satisfied with his renewed hardness, Iroha leaned in again, this time taking him slower, inching her lips down the shaft without rushing—her mouth enveloping him in warm, velvety suction. She didn't go too deep, keeping it to the first few inches to savor the taste, her tongue pressing flat against the underside as she bobbed her head up and down in a steady rhythm—lips stretching around his girth with each descent.
Saliva pooled at the corners of her mouth, dribbling down her chin in messy rivulets, her cheeks swollen, pulling back till the tio before sliding down again, her tongue flicking the head on every upstroke.
'Senpai is making such pleased face~' Iroha stare at Akira, her eyes turning blurry, as she felt herself getting a little wet.
The pace built gradually, her head tilting side to side to increase the pleasure, teeth grazing ever so lightly against his member—while her hand twisted at the base, stroking what her mouth couldn't reach.
Schlick-Schlick-Schlick
"Mmmph! Mmph-mmph!"
Her muffled moans vibrated through him, eyes watering as her jaw started to hurt bit she didn't pulled back.
Akira's hands found her hair, guiding her gently but firmly, his breaths coming in grunts as the pressure built.
After what felt like an eternity of her devoted attention—her mouth a relentless, sloppy heaven around his cock.
He tensed, groaning low and came hard—thick ropes of cum erupted into her mouth—filling it with hot, salty butter that coated her tongue and pooled in her cheeks.
Iroha swallowed greedily, milking every drop with desperate sucks—her throat working visibly as she drank it down, not spilling a bit.
Only when he was spent did she pull back with a final schlop, her cheeks swollen and flushed, a satisfied moan... escaping her lips as she licked the remnants from her mouth, gazing up at him with triumphant, hazy eyes.
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Sunset.
In front of the Student Council office.
Iroha straightened her uniform, her face still flushed red.
"Senpai… can you go shopping with me now?" she asked softly.
Akira looked at her. "Yeah."
Iroha lowered her head, hiding her shy smile.
The two walked out of the school together, side by side.
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Meanwhile, back at Sakurasou,
Yuigahama Yui was singing with Miura Yumiko and Ebina Hina, their laughter filling the air.
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On the way to the shopping district,
Akira spotted a dessert shop.
"See? The real desserts are here, Kohai."
"B-Bad Senpai…" Iroha's face turned red again as she turned her head away.
Akira pretended not to notice her blushed, taking her hand and leading her inside the shop.
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