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Time in that room became a state beyond their comprehension. It mattered so little that they hadn’t even realized it was around 4 a.m.

Suzuka, watching from above, saw Special kissing her belly tenderly; it was already marked enough by her teeth that if someone asked to go swimming, she wouldn't be able to because of the public embarrassment. Yet somehow, those marks kept her grounded, where the molten amethyst wandered fearlessly.

Special adjusted herself and sat on her knees, urging Suzuka to do the same. Hugging her, Suzuka copied the gesture, caressing, and Suzuka copied again. Suzuka’s heated mind was worse than flowing lava, caught in a dichotomy of wanting to give and wanting to receive. 

Special’s hands moved down gently, making their presence felt in rivers of soft caresses. Upon reaching her panties, she stopped her movements, waiting for a sign from Suzuka.

With a slight thrust of her hips, she lifted them and held them high. It was the signal Special needed. 

Fingers pulled at the fabric, drawing a gasp of surprise from both Suzuka, due to the sensation, and Special, due to the slight bounce the member made as it sprang free from its cage.

Purple eyes watched, their view of Suzuka blocked by her head. Suzuka, for her part, didn’t know if she wanted to see it or not. Would she be disgusted? Honestly, she didn’t feel excited about the whole thing herself. And Special? What did she think of it? It didn’t take long to find out.

Two hands clasped around her hips and a soft laugh filled her ears. 

—It’s… cute.— 

Cute? Special had just seen a new member sprout from her… and she thought it was cute?

—Is that what it’s supposed to look like? It seems kind of small…— 

Curiosity was now killing her. Should she be offended at being called small? Technically, she’d just been born and didn’t even know if they came in an average size.

—Can I see it, Spe?—

—Oh! Sure! I thought about covering your eyes in case it scared you.—

—I appreciate the thought.— Suzuka placed her hand on Special’s shoulder, nudging her. —Although I’m not sure if your comment makes me think of what they call "fragile masculinity" or something like that.—

—Why did I call it cute?— She squeezed her hip again, making her presence known.

—Well… more like… because of the "little" part.— Suzuka expressed her embarrassment in a whisper. 

—Oh.— Special chuckled under her breath. —Are these things supposed to be big or something?—

—I guess?— The aquamarine eyes finally looked down, examining her crotch. Well. Conclusion? It was indeed small. The same skin tone, slightly pinker, and above all, sensitive. It reacted to the slightest breeze and joined the waves of her ragged breathing.

The deathly silence kept Special on edge. Like a cat, she rubbed against her cheek, snapping her girlfriend out of her daze.

—Everything okay, beautiful?—She kissed her cheek.—How are you feeling?—

Suzuka searched for the most appropriate word in her vocabulary. —Conflicted.— 

—I think you’ve really gotten into Air Groove these days.— Special laughed; Suzuka had a calm temperament, yet she was never one for convoluted words. She imagined the shock had affected her so much that her brain had processed the most difficult word in her mind just to keep her grounded.

—I-I’m sorry. It’s just… I feel like I should react, but…—

—I think that’s a good thing! It means it doesn’t disgust you that much, right?— Special intertwined her hand with Suzuka’s, hoping it would serve as comfort.

—It’s certainly not gross.— She squeezed Special’s hand. —I just… was expecting something more grotesque. I guess?— She shook her head. —Maybe I just didn’t know what to expect.—

—Well, I honestly think it’s cute.—

—I still don’t get where you see the cuteness, Spe.—

—Eheh. — She stuck out her tongue.

What Suzuka thought would be the most embarrassing moment of her life was turning into a casual conversation, maybe because it was Special, she was lying to herself: it’s because it’s Special. Or maybe because she couldn’t take the situation seriously, she started laughing. In the midst of the laughter, Special joined her, both of them laughing without fully knowing why.

When the laughter subsided, Special began kissing her cheeks, from her cheeks to her nose, and from her nose to her lips. Testing the waters, her free hand —still hooked around her hip— gently moved up to her abdomen, tracing her flat stomach and moving down so slowly, so softly, that it caused a slight tickling sensation. Her flat ears, pressed against her skull, throbbed as she heard her own heartbeat, like a drum marking an unknown rhythm.

The other hand, which was clasped with hers, guided her to the hand on her abdomen. She placed it like a butterfly on a flower, even with a flutter, and kissed her lips again, in a stream of small kisses. When she lowered her lips to her neck, sensing some of the accelerated calm in her pulse, she murmured, —We’ll only do it if you want to; guide me when you’re ready.—

Suzuka’s body shuddered so violently that her breath caught in her throat. Special’s warm hand on top of her, steady, wouldn’t move, just as a precaution. She wanted her to set the pace; she wanted her to make the first move.

Special had always been warm, her body in soft curves, the perfect warmth for winter nights. Though now she felt she might overheat. The breath on her neck, the scent, the heartbeat, all swirling around another member that pulsed with almost the same passion as her heart. Was she nervous? Obviously. Was she itching with curiosity? Certainly. 

Swallowing hard, she guided her hand, just like Special’s, lower and lower, more, just a little further. The shaking in her hand was noticeable, fearing that her trembling would end up with the same intensity as the vibrator.

Special’s warm palm touched it. She had finally arrived. She did nothing, just rested there, though even with that, with the aforementioned warmness, she felt her hips tremble. Clinging to Special, she left her girlfriend’s warm hand right there. 

—Ca-can you move your hand, Spe-e?—

—How?—

—I-I don’t really know.— She hid her face in Special’s neck, not wanting to look. —But I like the warmth of your palm.—

—Are you giving me free rein to do whatever I want?— Her hand slowly closed around her circumference. —I don’t want to force you into anything…—

—Please!— she interrupted sharply, just as her hips thrust up and down in a single stroke.

Special was surprised. Silence Suzuka was many things. Stubborn, focused, a textbook daydreamer, but she never shouted unnecessarily. The "Silence," though it was almost a joke, was also a reality; her voice would never exceed 20 decibels, and she was grateful that her ears could detect such a beautiful sound. And there it was, her voice surpassing all expectations. Although it was true that she had achieved this not long ago, it wasn’t the same to provoke it as it was for it to be something of her own, natural and inherent.

Her hand, which hadn’t noticed its own tremor until now, slowly lowered, catching Suzuka’s breath, and rose again, releasing hot air. Special suddenly became aware of the complete vulnerability in her hand. Her mind hung by a thread of self-awareness due to her inevitable desire to protect her beloved, and now, as she watched her girlfriend cling to her, twist, bite her shoulder, and scratch her back with every movement of her hand, she knew she had to treat her more gently than any silk thread.

—D-does it feel good?— At some point during the masturbation, Special noticed the member getting slightly bigger. Nothing extreme, but perhaps it would give Suzuka some relief to know, though maybe under different circumstances. 

—Yes! Ah! Mo-More! Please!— In her desperation, her teeth sank into her neck. The entire right side was covered in bite marks, restless fangs biting, licking, and even sucking up the trails of tiny drops of blood that were seeping out. —You’re so good at this, Spe! I love you so much!— She exhaled hot air, her tail so taut she thought it might snap like a guitar string.

In a pause that left Suzuka completely bewildered, the hungry purple beast kissed her hard. She lay her down with a somewhat rough shove, growing increasingly dazed. The wet exchange ended when Special moved down.

The tongue marked the path, like a stream to the sea. It descended fearlessly; one hand grabbed her left ear, where her tail swayed with joy. Upon reaching its destination, her own pent-up hunger could no longer hold back.

She kissed the tip. The squeeze on her ear intensified. She kissed around it. The grip loosened, though the steamy sound was a constant melody.

And finally, her eager, hungry, and lustful mind opened its mouth like a shark’s jaws. 

Suzuka’s hips rose in spasms. Muffled moans, clutching the brown hair with both hands, rising to her euphoria. She had achieved stardom in the most literal way possible, and the worst part was that Special’s tongue, her mouth cavity, was like a pressure cooker. She didn’t even realize what was draining away, that Special’s throat was drinking it all in, nothing. Her mind went blank. 

Had it been about half an hour? Maybe longer?

Suzuka was fast asleep. Had she gone too far? At least she knew her girlfriend was alive because she could see her breathing.

She was obviously surprised when a liquid filled her mouth. Although she didn’t hesitate to swallow –she’d eaten Suzuka before– she came to the same conclusion as the first time. A little bitter, but not unpleasant. What surprised her this time was how its size had shrunk to nothing, almost like a little ball begging for mercy. She clearly tried to hold back her laughter, but it was so tiny and, as she’d said before, cute, that she couldn’t help but let out a quiet chuckle.

The fugitive had been chained to this bed, much to her chagrin. Special also thought about how much the bites and scratches would hurt tomorrow. But now none of that mattered anymore when the blue eyes, so slow that a snail could beat them in a race, opened.

—Am I alive?—

—That’s right.—

—By the three goddesses. I think I almost went with them.—

—I’m glad you found your way back, then.— Special kissed her cheek. —Do you want some water?—

—P-please.—

The atmosphere became smooth. It was as if it were the most normal thing in the world, so simple, that it made Special smile without thinking. 

—I-I fainted, didn’t I?— Suzuka stammered in embarrassment.

—Yes. You did.— 

—Ummg…— She hugged her knees, bottle in hand.

—Did it really feel that intense?— Special cradled her Suzuka ball in her arms, stroking the orange locks of hair and planting kisses on the top of her head.

—It was almost like they were sucking the life out of me.—

—Pff!—

—Yeah, yeah, go ahead and laugh.— She settled herself slowly, sipping the water.

—I’m sorry! I’m sorry! It was the combination of words that made me laugh!—

—Uh-huh.— They looked at each other; the aquamarine eyes held no trace of malice. They gazed at one another with such deep affection that, in an uncalculated moment, Suzuka kissed, claimed, and treasured the silly smile of his beloved on her lips.

When their lips parted, a smug smile played on the kissed lips. 

—I’m just saying my mouth has been in places~ —

—Spe!—

—Just a heads-up. Someone told me to brush my teeth this morning for the same reason.— Her voice was so full of smugness that even Suzuka’s slight, playful annoyance turned into another instant laugh.

—Since when have you become so cocky? My Spe-chan is always sweeter and more innocent.— Her hand rose, caressing her decorated ear. 

—I can’t help but feel proud that I’ve made you faint twice.—

—Oh, you.— She growled and squirmed in her embrace, positioning herself on top. With one swift motion, she set the bottle back in place, and with another gentle movement, she smoothed her own hair; though it wasn’t entirely effective, it made Special’s throat swallow with a loud sound. —If my Spe-chan gets so disobedient, I’ll have to set her on the right path again.— Her voice turned into another growl, a raspy, honeyed sound.

The breath of the one below showed all her excitement. Her ears twitched at the sound. Her hands, restless and playful, slid down her thighs. Hard, muscular, and extremely soft. Such thoughts made her want to be between those two thighs again. However, a hand lifting her chin distracted her from the fantasy; her heated gaze boiled, and Special fearlessly let herself be consumed, choking on another exchange of kisses that were not gentle, but rather hungry, passionate, and competitive. Every time she wanted to catch her breath, Suzuka’s mouth prevented her from doing so; between each gasp and fluttering of her nostrils as she struggled for air, her tongue explored every corner. 

With every grind of their bodies, their warm bellies colliding, they forgot about the little problem. Suzuka instinctively used her thigh to grind against her, but as she slid lower and lower, getting closer and closer to the moment their pelvises would collide, her member straining to make itself known, both girls moaned with unusual intensity, coming to an abrupt halt.

There they were, close to one another, in the most carnal way possible. They both looked, then recognized each other with their gaze. 

—Do you want… to try?— Special’s shy voice sounded like a flute. A thin thread of air that made every ounce of Suzuka’s body tremble.

Suzuka looked down again, testing the waters by rubbing herself a little. She moaned so easily that she questioned the sensitivity of her member; it was almost as responsive as the first time she’d ever masturbated. 

The question still hung in the air. The probing gestures left Special slightly bewildered. Was it even wise to ask? And holy, who would have told her there was a chance she might lose her virginity this way? She’d simply asked out of courtesy, but was she ready for it? Well, technically she’d lost her virginity —even though there’d been no bleeding— but she’d given her body and heart to Suzuka. It should count either way.

The whirlwind of thoughts stopped when her eyes met Suzuka’s serious gaze again. Her face hid very slowly in her neck, not because she didn’t want to see her face, but because she had embraced that spot as her safe haven.

Special, for her part, felt a warmth enveloping her entire body. The sensation of breath on her neck, the touch that conveyed intentions, and if she was seeing correctly, Suzuka’s flushed neck almost glowed.

—My head isn’t thinking straight right now, Spe.— She spoke in slow, measured words. —I love you. But we’ll only do this if you’re sure. Don’t force yourself just for my sake.—

—I-I…— Her voice faltered, her train of thought stumbled, worse than on her first day at the academy.

Suzuka stepped forward to meet her gaze. Piercing aquamarine eyes locked onto violet comet eyes. Her gaze softened slowly, without haste, simply not wanting her to make a mistake. The staring contest continued, until an almost hungry determination drew her into a kiss. Obviously Suzuka was surprised; the kiss began hungrily, then softened and soothed like a balm.

Special pulled away from her lips for a second. —I don’t want to share this with anyone. You’re the only one I want. A-and maybe it’s just my horny mind talking… b-but I love you.— She kissed her again. —I love you.— Another pause. Another breath. —No one else. And if your body has decided to give us this chance, even though I’m a little scared, I just want it to be you.—

Tiny tears welled up in Suzuka’s eyes, her tail wagging in an outpouring of affection that even her body couldn’t contain. She kissed every part of his face, not realizing that, by reflex, Special was also welling up with tears. She kissed them without hesitation, drawing a laugh from the gesture. 

—But you’re not off the hook either.— Special forced her to stop, facing her again. —I don’t want you to force yourself if it causes you any distress, any discomfort, anything! Do you understand me!?—

Both hands cupped on her cheeks forced her to see that determination she loved so much. Brows touching, she brushed her ears against Special’s, in yet another show of affection. 

—I feel like if I ever had to go through something like that, you’d be the only one I could think of.— She nuzzled her nose against her girlfriend’s. —It’s not a must. I know it isn’t. But I want to share everything with you if I can.— She kissed her lips in a flurry of quick kisses; the tapping drew little giggles from the pink lips that were being loved, without any respite. 

When the love attack had run its course, Suzuka quickly reached for the pack of condoms. She knew what they were, she knew what they were used for, but her hands were shaking as she held them; it was real, tangible, and that made her even more nervous.

Special just watched from below, somewhat touched by the nervousness but feeling the same way herself. If it had been her, she might have dropped the box on the floor because of her butterfingers. The sound of the box opening alerted her senses; the plastic on a string came out of the box.

—Looks like they come in different sizes,— Suzuka remarked as she inspected them more closely.

—Should we try on the one that fits you best?—

—I guess so. Although maybe I’ll go for the small one, since someone called it cute and small several times.— Suzuka teased, making an already embarrassed Spe blush even more. 

—I already said I’m sorry!—

—Hmm~— She hummed playfully.

—A-and it seems to get bigger when I stroke it.—

—Huh!?— Her eyes dropped; now that she looked at it from a different angle, it didn’t seem as small as it had at first. —Now that you mention it, it does seem a little bigger…—

—See!? You’re not that small; it just needed some affection.— Now Special was laughing as he watched Suzuka’s blush deepen upon realizing this. —Do you feel better about your masculine fragility?—

—Actually, now I’d prefer it small.—

Special tilted her head, drawing another laugh from Suzuka as she always reminded her of a puppy.

—I say that because if we’re going to do this, the size might help make it more fleeting.—

—Oh! Sure, yeah, that makes sense.—

—Then let me…— Suzuka’s hands fiddled with the plastic. The row of condoms split in two, revealing some medium-sized ones marked with an “M” on the wrapper. Just in case, she also pulled out a few marked with an “S,” setting them aside.

—They almost look like candies.— Special looked at the colorful wrapper, a bright purple with the company logo on it. 

—You’re always thinking about food.— Suzuka sighed affectionately, with almost maternal tenderness. In her vision, she grabbed the lube again, setting it aside as she opened the wrapper and took out the condom. It was the first time she’d held one in her hands, and if the package hadn’t labeled what they were, she probably would have mistaken them for balloons. 

Special had picked up the pack of condoms out of curiosity; glancing at the box, she read the instructions. They seemed simple, it was just a plastic sleeve, nothing more. But that was just a thought; real life was another matter. 

Her girlfriend turned and examined it, genuinely trying to figure out how to put it on. A voice from below alerted her, drawing her attention to Special, who was reading the instructions.

—Um, it says you have to check which side has the lubricant first. And put it on the tip.—

Suzuka realized she had indeed checked both sides, noticing that one was, as Spe had said, slipperier than the other. 

—The slippery side goes inside?—

—Yes! It’s to help you put it on. And then you have to grab one end of the condom that’s sticking out and pull it down. I think?—

—Does it have any pictures?— Suzuka began following the instructions, though she hadn’t stretched it out yet.

—Yep! Let me…— She turned the box to show Suzuka. Seeing the pictures made everything feel simpler, like assembling a piece of furniture or a model kit. 

—Okay! So this is how it goes and… Done! I think? What do you think, Spe-chan?— The member was covered by a thin layer of white plastic. The tip, just like in the tutorial image, had a little bubble of trapped air, which for some reason made it look funny to Special.

A mischievous smile crossed Special’s lips as she laughed and covered her mouth. —Are you sure you want me to say what I’m thinking?—

—Huh? Of course I do…— The words came to her mind like a slap in the face. —Oh no! Don’t you dare!—

—I didn’t say anything!—

—You thought it! You’re evil!—

—Pff! Sorry!—

Although the atmosphere was friendly and even playful, when Suzuka’s hands rested on her hips to pull her closer, both fell into an anxious silence. It was that anticipation, like the last barrier, the last moment to back out. The restless hands caressed in circles.

—We still have time to back out, Sp…— Her breath caught when two legs wrapped around her waist, pressing her body against hers. 

—I may have lost some races, but that doesn’t mean I’m giving them up.— She tightened her grip, causing a pleasurable friction. —Maybe you’ll have to make me scream louder than I scream at that stump. — She challenged Suzuka, who was undoubtedly stunned. Her Special, who had always stood out for her country-girl innocence, was now unleashing with that sharp tongue exactly what her mind was undoubtedly thinking. She couldn’t completely give in to her second mind either, the one nestled between her legs, swaying, lubricating itself with her juices. She had to be gentle, she had to be soft because this was all her first time. She had to take care of her, cherish her. 

Yet it was difficult. Her body vibrated in the same symphony as Special’s. The scent that pierced her nose, seducing her hunger, her dry mouth ready to be sated, because if there was one thing she knew, one thing she was certain of, it was that Special wouldn’t leave her hungry by any means.

The member dancing to that gentle rhythm settled itself into the folds. The tip made contact and very gently buried itself slightly. Special’s hands quickly turned into pincers on her shoulders, stifling any embarrassing noise with a bite to her own lips.

—I-I’m going to enter, Spe-e.—

—O-okay.—

Their voices were on the same note, high-pitched, on the verge of breaking, and with the final note on the score. 

Suzuka had never even imagined this sensation in her life. She entered, slowly. She felt everything, yielding, shuddering, and hugging her again. To say she was in a catatonic state would be an understatement. Her lungs, struggling to draw air, moved at the same pace as her heart, in a perfect allegro, and if she kept this up, she would reach a prestissimo in the blink of an eye.

In a kind of final suction, like a whip crack, she hit the wall. She stopped moving completely. Hip to hip, the embrace that kept her sanity steady intensified, tighter, refusing to let her leave this reality.

—Spe-e? Are you okay? How do you-e feel?— Suzuka whispered, her heart pounding in her skull.

—I-I think I’ve never felt more full.— She squeezed herself, moaning. —I’ll never call you "little" again in my life... Ah!— She shuddered again.

—Does i-it hurt!? Do y-you want me to get off?— Suzuka was starting to panic. And no wonder, with the body beneath her trembling.

—Ahh! Ahhh! Achoo!!— Special sneezed. Suzuka’s eyes, wide as plates, took in the biggest surprise of her life. Thinking she was going to die right there, she buried her face in her breasts, refusing to believe that she’d nearly had a heart attack because of a sneeze. A sneeze! 

—S-sorry.— Her voice was timid, the kind you hear when you know you’ve done something wrong, unintentionally, but it ended up looking ridiculous. It was so ridiculous that Suzuka just burst out laughing, crying from laughter, from relief, from everything. Special was undoubtedly one-of-a-kind and irreplaceable.

—I-I think I messed up. Right?—

Suzuka kept laughing harder, louder, clearer. Perhaps the loudest she’d ever laughed in her life.

When she wiped away her tears, her cheeks still red –she couldn’t tell if it was from laughter or nerves– she kissed the shy Special.

—Goddesses… thank you for being you.—

Special’s face flushed red as wine, and she covered her face, refusing to accept that she’d sneezed in the middle of sex.

Suzuka laughed more, softer, sweeter. She licked the hot cheek, nibbled affectionately, moved down to the jawline, and a gasp suddenly escaped her lips. The prison of flesh spoke in its own language.

—Did that turn you on?— Suzuka asked with a touch of pride.

—Obviously! The way you kiss me like that… how could I not get turned on!—

—Hehe. You’re beautiful.—

—You’re the one who’s beautiful!—

Suzuka looked at her tenderly, her hand caressing her soft cheek.

—Are you really okay? Doesn’t it hurt?—

Special shook her head. —I can feel the pressure. But other than that, no pain at all.— She glanced at the connection between them for a moment before refocusing on Suzuka’s pensive face. —Should it have hurt?—

—W-well, from what I know, it hurts and bleeds for a lot of people the first time.—

—Is that why you were so nervous?—

—Uh-huh.— Suzuka stroked Special’s hips again. —Obviously, I don’t want to hurt you.— She ended up laughing unintentionally. —Although, thanks to you, my nerves went away quickly.—

—I’m glad to hear my snot helped lighten the mood.—

—Absolutely.—

They smiled at each other face to face. Special’s hands wrapped around her neck, and Suzuka’s warm hands on her hips lifted her lower back, pressing their bodies together once more.

—Ready?—

—J-just… be gentle.—

—Of course.—

Suzuka finally found her rhythm. Her hips began to thrust, her nails digging into and scratching her shoulder blades.

The rocking motion maintained a steady rhythm. Their heated minds absorbed a new range of sensations that made them tremble like air dancers, without direction. 

Her ears twitched slightly, though they remained pressed against her skull. 

—Oh my! Spe-e, Special, my love.— Suzuka moaned. Always known for her speed, Suzuka began to pick it up. The sound of wet splashing, moans filling and intertwining in the room. Neither body could feel the cold; the sensation overwhelming them was as hot as their passion.

—Su-Suzuka! Ah! I love you! I love you!— She felt her breath turn to steam, her lungs beating in time with her heart. Tremors ran through her body, though she wasn’t the only one. At some point, Suzuka had concentrated so hard that she’d closed her eyes, focusing only on the sensations, on skin-to-skin, heartbeat to heartbeat. 

Without stopping, she felt the throb she’d experienced when she was about to faint, the tingling that something was coming. She didn’t know where Special was at, but she decided to risk using a dirty trick.

Her hand moved down, joining the wet entrance. Two fingers applied pressure to her clitoris, nothing more. She didn’t need to move them; her hips did that job perfectly. And Special noticed it right away, and consequently, so did Suzuka. She did because Special’s body was becoming increasingly arched, more tense, on the verge of breaking the dam.

—Let's do-o it to-together, Spe! I love you! Ah! I love you!— Her hand, resting on her hip for leverage, was snatched away by a desperate Spe. Their hands intertwined, seeking more than just a physical connection, like a spark in their hearts, they saw a glow behind their tightly closed eyes. Suzuka’s hips pumped in a slower but more impactful rhythm, riding the glow, the shooting star.

—Ah~ Ah~ D-don’t let go of me y-yet, please.— Special clung on for dear life, her legs trembling.

—I'm no-ot going anywhere, Spe.— She kissed her eyelids, her cheeks; she hadn't realized that at one point her eyelids had teared up, focusing on kissing away the trail of salt. —How are you feeling? Do you want some water?—

—Tired.— She dragged out the words. —But happy.— She curled up against her chest. —Do-do we have to do this for several more days?—

—Only if your body asks for it. Or mine, by the way, I’m sorry I went into heat.— 

—Well, I guess I’m flattered that my scent has corrupted you~ — She pecked her lips haughtily, licking them to tease. Although moving too much made her realize that thing was still inside her. 

—Ca-can you take it out?— Her pink blush shifted in hue. —Obviously, it doesn’t bother me that you’re there, but…— 

—Oh! Yes, yes, my apologies.— As the member slid in with a popping sound, the condom seemed to have filled up and shrunk in size.

With some hesitation, Suzuka slid it off, pulling it out.

—And this is what came out of me… ugh.— 

—I mean, it doesn’t taste that bad.—

—…— Suzuka looked, no, squinted her eyes. —Please don’t tell me you drank that.—

—Ummm. Would you kill me if I said yes?—

—I’m going to die of embarrassment.— She angrily tied a knot in the condom and threw it straight into the trash can. —No. Drink. That.—

—But it’s yours! It’s like another version of the same drink! There’s nothing wrong with it!— Spe puffed out her cheeks. If she’s stubborn in general, when it comes to anything to do with food or Suzuka becomes twice as hard-headed.

—Just… just don’t do it! It’s embarrassing!—

—But it’s yours!—

Within those walls, it wasn’t just new experiences that formed. It was connections, deeper connections. Two hearts that had come to beat in unison, at the same pace, and in the same symphony. And they couldn’t be happier with each other.

The heat had passed. At least the part that forced them to stay pressed hips together. 

Spe, who was looking out the window, wasn’t in her usual classroom. As a measure to address her emotional distress, they let Spe stay in the same classroom as Suzuka. 

The good thing was that in that classroom she had quite a few familiar faces who pampered her and welcomed her with open arms.

Dober and Bright were always very kind and considerate. Taiki had no concept of personal space, drawing a low growl from Suzuka at first. And Air helped her with the material they were covering; she hadn’t become vice president for nothing, and her patience comforted the girl who’d been given crash courses overnight.

The pink bow swayed behind her, though she wasn’t the only one; Suzuka joined her after letting her heat be known. It was funny to see both of them with pink bows and no reservations about physical affection.

It wasn’t as if they could control it; it was instinct. Getting close, hugging, intertwining, and even kissing –which, according to Japanese customs, was almost taboo for such blatant displays– but no one could say anything because the pink ribbon was there. 

Obviously, they were sensible enough not to devour each other; embarrassment was something they couldn’t avoid. And the conversation with the doctor was also interesting, as he learned about Suzuka’s hermaphroditism right in the middle of the action.

Now, in the present, classes are over. Special kept staring out the window, waiting for Suzuka to finish taking some notes.

When she received a kiss on her left ear, she knew right away that Suzuka was done. She stood up happily because it was time to eat.

—Come on, Suzuka! They’re serving burgers today, and that’s not going to eat itself!—

—Hehe~ Okay, okay, let’s go, then. No time to waste, right?—

—Yup!— Their hands came together like two magnets, with such ease that Spe would miss this facility to show affection.

Her tail wagging happily, she grabbed Suzuka’s, making the older girl blush. But since this was a game of tug-of-war, Suzuka suddenly kissed the nape of her neck, which, like her own, hid a tooth mark beneath her chestnut hair.

—Suzuka, don’t do that! You know it gives me chills!—

—Guilty~ —

They looked into each other’s eyes, then began to laugh, as if sharing an inside joke, something only they knew and no one else could understand, and with that, showed their fangs out.