♡3000 Thank-You Bonus Short Story (Hiyori’s POV): Wait, How Much Is Maya Doing This? (Part 1)
“…! Ma, ya…! No, not there…!”
“Hiyori… come on, relax.”
Today again, her long slender fingers and her earnestly working tongue had me completely at their mercy.
Voice gone hoarse, tears even pricking at the corners of my eyes.
On the rumpled sheets of my own room, I arched back hard, limbs shaking, and gulped down ragged breath after ragged breath.
And the discipline committee chair, looking down at the wreck of me with an air of satisfaction.
Flushed cheeks softening — some mix of pride and achievement at having left me satisfied — as she gently wiped the corner of her mouth with her finger and laughed her quiet little fufu.
“Ahh… seriously, Maya, I can’t move.”
“I’m exhausted too… just a moment’s rest…”
Maya collapsed limp onto the bed beside me as I lay staring up at the ceiling.
The defenceless pale skin peeking through the gap of her blouse.
Ahh, I can’t move.
Can’t move. That’s what I tell myself. And yet.
“…Hm?”
Through the gap of black fringe plastered damp to her skin.
The look she was sending me from under those lashes.
Ahh, I can’t take it.
I threw my arms around her without mercy.
Wrapped her slender body completely inside my arms, squeezed with the full force of someone clutching their favourite giant body pillow.
“Hey — I thought you couldn’t move—”
“Not giving you a rest~ Come on, my turn now. Hey, Maya, look over here?”
Ahh, impossible.
Still holding her locked in place, I let my hands drag slow and deliberate over her back and the curve of her waist.
“Hyah?! Hey, Hiyori…! I’m genuinely exhausted…!”
“Oh? Where?”
“My upper arms, and — ah — my jaw too!”
“Then you’ll need to use them more, for muscle training.”
The sensation of sweat-damp skin pressed flush together.
The smell of sweat and perfume filling the room.
Everything all tangled up and mixed together — the most comfortable feeling in the world.
“…Mm, Hiyori…”
Maya’s skin was still carrying its heat, and every time I stroked over her she let out a sweet exhale and shivered.
I forced her chin up with my fingertips, and Maya looked back at me with glistening eyes that were practically begging stop.
“I mean, it’s not fair if only I feel good, is it. Come on, equal is equal~”
“What you think is fair is comp— hyah!”
Using equality as my convenient excuse, my fingers found the gap in her skirt.
And then, toward the most dangerously hot place on her — her place that never quite cooled down — I slid them in, unhurried and relentless.
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“…So, the nightmare that is Year Two’s final exams has finally, finally, come to an end — how did it go, discipline committee chair?”
“Why are you doing an interview all of a sudden…?”
“Never mind that. So? How’d it go?”
“Mm… well, I could solve most of it, I think.”
Still hesitant, face still buried in my chest, Maya gave a small hmph and pulled off her best model-student smugness.
My eyes went wide.
“Wait — the second-term finals were a complete disaster and you’ve already recovered?! That’s a fast turnaround!”
“That’s — w-well, that was…!”
Maya was visibly flustered, face going red, mouth working soundlessly.
“Yeah, yeah. Being in what was basically a friends-with-benefits situation when you wanted something proper — that’s what was getting to you, right?”
“F-friends with— I never said that!”
Getting hit point-blank with my extremely blunt phrasing, Maya went red enough to look like her face might catch fire and started protesting.
Genuinely pure, genuinely pent-up — both at once.
I laughed it off and lifted her chin with my fingertip.
Just to ask one slightly mean question.
“Hey, Maya. It turned out my blackmailing didn’t actually wreck you — that was a misunderstanding, fine, sorted. But just — purely from the it felt too good and my head was going funny angle… were there times I actually got to you? Made you a bit… gooey?”
“…What’s that supposed to mean.”
“Like — fingers inside and your mind just goes blank! I can’t take it anymore! That kind of thing.”
“Hiyori, you sound like a creepy old man.”
She laughed it off through her nose, exasperated — but when she lifted her face from my chest, her eyes swam sideways for just a second with something like guilt.
Then she turned her faintly flushed cheek away and put on a pointed, prickly air.
“…N-not really? Being fingered doesn’t make my mind go blank or anything like that.”
“Oh? Really~?”
“Really! Because… I do it myself too.”
“Right, right, that’s why you got filmed, you pent-up committee chair. So, how often?”
“That kind of thing, every day… ah.”
Stillness.
Maya, who’d been talking fast trying to argue me down, visibly froze — and clapped both hands over her own mouth.
…Hm?
What did this discipline committee chair just say.
“…Every day… you said?”
“I didn’t! You misheard!”
“No, you definitely said it!! Wait — every day?!”
“I said you misheard!”
“No no no, I absolutely heard it! Hey, I’m incredibly curious about this now!”
I couldn’t stop grinning, and flipped Maya onto her back on the bed.
Both her hands were plastered over her mouth, head shaking desperately. I poked at the defenceless soft part of her side with my finger.
“So~ How many times a day would that be~?”
And threw in a little leading question for good measure.
“What? Well, that’s…”
Oh. She hesitated.
She’d only be hesitating if it wasn’t just the once.
Because if it was once, she could just say “once” and be done.
Which means… surely not.
“Poke poke~! No secrets between us at this point, right?! Come on, tell me~!”
“Hey, sto—…! Hyah, not there, that tickles…!”
“Not stopping until you tell me honestly!”
“Ahahaha, okay, I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you! Stop!”
I lifted my hands, and Maya — breathless, eyes swimming — glared up at me.
But her face was even redder than before. Past her ears. A full boil.
“…I-it’s not every day! It’s just — high days, you know, high days…!”
“Mm-hm.”
“…S-so.”
“…So?”
“Well, on a… a four times kind of day…?”
My thoughts came to a complete halt.
The ticking of the wall clock sounded oddly distant.
(To be continued)