♡3000 Thank-You Bonus Short Story: Wait, How Much Is Maya Doing This? (Part 2)
“…Wha…?! That — four, the number four… and every day…?!”
“It’s not every day, I said…!”
“You were keeping your grades up and doing discipline committee work while doing that much every single day…?”
“Um, that was — it’s a joke…”
“No it wasn’t. Definitely not. It’s definitely every day!!”
“I-I said it wasn’t…!”
I stared at Maya going red enough to combust and clamping her mouth shut, blinking.
And then, click.
Inside me, every piece of the puzzle snapped neatly into place.
“…Oh, hang on. Actually that explains absolutely everything.”
“Hm?”
“I mean — just because she read a slightly sexy yuri manga, would a discipline committee chair normally do that to herself in a school classroom — OBVIOUSLY NOT!!”
“…! Hey, keep your voice down!!”
Maya lurched up trying to clap a hand over my mouth. I dodged neatly.
Still smirking down at her on the bed, I followed up without mercy.
“I genuinely thought it at the time! ‘There’s no way anyone does that to themselves like they’re inside an erotic manga in real life’! But no — I had it wrong!”
“P-please stop…”
“Maya wasn’t getting weirder and weirder because of me — she was already a completely unhinged chronic self-pleasure addict before I ever touched her! No wonder she was that worked up that day — there’s nothing strange about it at all!”
“Ahhhh! Don’t say it! Don’t say it!”
“And there she was crying like some tragic heroine going ‘Hiyori drove me to this’! You were already a limitless pent-up pervert from the start!”
“I’m not, I’m not!”
“But seriously, doing it in a classroom is way too far gone!!”
Having apparently hit her absolute limit with my accurate-if-cruel analysis, Maya pulled the sheet over her head with a fwomp and curled up completely — full caterpillar mode — rolling away from me.
Facing entirely away, frozen in place. I wriggled my way toward the gap in the sheet and asked:
“Every day, right… so.”
“…………”
“The day I filmed you and kissed you — that day?”
“…Yeah.”
“Why?”
“…Your lips felt too good.”
“The day I hugged you and your legs gave out?”
“Hiyori was warm, and soft…”
“The day we looked for stickers?”
“You were being just a tiny bit big-sisterly about it, it was way too… much for me…”
“…The day I deleted the video.”
“…I was sad, and I didn’t know what to do.”
— Wait.
My gestures. My body heat. The loneliness of me being gone.
All of that as the reason — Maya had been thinking of me every single day, behind the scenes, moving her fingers…?
Oh no. Oh no no no.
Something’s wrong, my vision’s going swimmy.
Not knowing what else to do, I threw myself on top of Maya, sheet and all, and pinned her.
“Hey, Maya. Do it here, let me watch.”
“…?! Wh-what do you…!”
“Well, the thing you’ve apparently been doing three or four times every day. It’s been a while — I think I want a front-row seat to Maya doing it herself again.”
“N-no, that’s impossible! Being done to and doing it yourself — the embarrassment level is completely different!”
“Excuse me?! At this point?! Do you know how many times I’ve watched that video?!”
“That’s why it’s embarrassing! Besides — the closeness, the way it looks — it’s completely different from that time!!”
“How is it different! Nothing gets used up, just a little! Come on, come on?”
As I kept pushing, Maya gripped the sheet tight, and slowly turned to face me.
Bottom half of her face still covered by the sheet, only her glistening eyes peeking over the edge.
And then, looking up at me, in a voice barely there, she murmured:
“…A-also.”
“Hm?”
“Lately, I… don’t do it myself anymore…”
“Why not?”
“Because doing it myself is just… nowhere near enough… I think… since Hiyori started doing it to me… maybe I’ve gone strange after all…”
…Hm?
Just a moment.
I quietly looked up at the ceiling and covered my face with both hands.
“Okay, I can’t, I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t. That’s precious. That’s devastating.”
Something of enormous weight — a mix of supremacy and adoration — detonated somewhere between the back of my chest and the pit of my stomach.
Wait, wait, I think right now I might be feeling better than anything I’ve ever felt in my entire life.
“So let me just — confirm. A girl who couldn’t get through the day without doing it three or four times — I turned her into someone for whom doing it herself isn’t enough anymore?!”
“Don’t talk about a person like they’re some kind of clinical case…”
“I’m amazing, aren’t I? Borderline genius? And Maya — just how much are you trying to make me absolutely gone for you?!”
“…That’s — okay, this conversation is over!”
Dying of embarrassment, Maya started to curl up and turn away again — and I threw every last shred of reason to the wind and launched myself at her.
“It’s not over! You can’t just end it yourself! Ugh, Maya, you’re the absolute best! I love you so much you’re so cute!”
“Hyah?! Hey, Hiyori…!”
“If you like being done to by me that much, I’m never letting you do it yourself again! I’m going to spoil you so, so much more — forever!”
I tore the sheet away and threw myself over that soft body again.
My lips found hers — the lips that had been working so hard just moments ago — and parted them tenderly, and then—
“I said we c-can’t…! We literally just did it, and — ah, wait, no, next time — my mouth…! Hiyori, you idiot…!”
Maya’s voice rang through the whole room.
The day final exams finally, finally ended, after school.
I don’t think I want this afternoon to end just yet.
(The End)