In the single-person futon, we are cuddling together, spending a drowsy time. It feels good to be with Saki-chan, but I find it hard to hold back and end up begging for it multiple times, so afterward, I always feel overwhelmed by drowsiness and sleepiness.

I liked this time, and since my excited body and emotions had calmed down, I felt that I could be with Saki-chan with a somehow purer feeling than usual.

“Has something happened, Hatsune?”

Saki-chan looks into me, picking up the words I threw out. A hint of fatigue is subtly visible in her well-defined features, and I think Saki-chan must be feeling a bit weary too. I reach out and hug her, trying to pull her close to my chest, and without saying anything, Saki-chan settles in.

The sensation of my head moving restlessly as I search for a good spot to rest is ticklish. The feeling of hair brushing against me and the parts of the face touching my chest. It’s probably unintentional, but when breath brushes against me, it seems to ignite the calmness in my body once again, which is troublesome.

“Is that Hatsune?”

It seems that Saki-chan has finally found a good place and has become calm, which is a relief. Though I feel a bit of nostalgia, continuing any longer might interfere with tomorrow.

Since Saki-chan looks curious, I think I need to say it quickly, but I can’t seem to find the words. Even though it’s not something that should take too long, it feels harder to convey that I like to be selfish than to actually say it.

“Saki-chan, I have a favor to ask.”

Although I have my hesitations, it feels like I can only say this now. So, with the hope that you can listen to my selfishness if possible, I can’t help but put a little more strength into the arms that hug Saki-chan.

“Hatune, let me hear it. If it’s something I can do, then that’s good.”

Saki-chan’s voice is endlessly gentle. She stretches out her arms as if to soothe me and strokes my shoulders and head. It looks silly because my face is buried in her chest, but it’s still cute.

“Saki-chan, um, I want you to leave a mark.”

“After? …A mark?”

Saki-chan is tilting her head at my selfishness. I’ve never made such a request before, and in fact, I’ve always been careful not to leave any marks, so she might not have thought I had such a desire.

“Yeah, marks. I want you to give me hickeys or bite marks, Saki-chan.”

When I told Saki-chan once more what kind of mark I wanted, she looked troubled as if she was struggling with it. I could hear her softly groaning on my chest, and I felt a sense of guilt. I thought to myself, “That’s right, it must be difficult to receive such a sudden request,” but I had no intention of retracting it this time.

“Hatune, that is…”

Saki-chan’s voice calls me hesitantly. As I stare back at her with the thought that I won’t give in this time, I can see her looking down with a sense of resignation.

Since the relationship between me and Saki-chan began, there have been some unspoken rules. This is one of them: to leave no marks on each other’s bodies. Even if our moods or emotions get heightened, we have a rule not to leave visible marks on each other.

Both Saki-chan and I rely on our bodies for our work. Not in a strange sense, but because we perform in front of people. Scars or marks can lead to scandal, and as professionals, we know it’s better not to leave any openings that others could exploit. Therefore, even when we’re together, we made sure to be careful.

In fact, just the other day, Nyamu-chan had warned me. Maybe that’s exactly why. I tried not to be aware of it, but I became aware of it. An irresistible curiosity and desire spill out in the form of a request.

“Don’t you think it would be better if it was somewhere unseen, Saki-chan?”

It’s easy to understand. There weren’t any marks that looked like scars left, but there were more direct marks from the time it was happening on my back. It seems that Saki-chan was considering various measures at that time, but in the end, the frequency didn’t decrease, and at first, even when I put on a layer, I ended up taking it off because it got too hot, so it was pointless. So, I thought maybe it would be okay to just accept it.

There was a certain admiration for acts that leave marks. After all, even if it’s with Saki-chan, traces are left on my body. Carrying proof that I’ve done it somehow gives me a sense of superiority, and also a sense of security. There are marks that Saki-chan herself, not anyone else, has left for me, thinking of me. I feel like I want to engrave that fact into my body, which is why I make unreasonable requests to want her to leave marks. Ah, I wouldn’t want to be refused. I’m thinking like that.

“Are you that interested in the marks?”

It sounds like Saki-chan is having trouble. But she doesn’t seem to oppose it from the beginning, so surprisingly, she might go along with it if I push a little.

“Yeah. I want to have memories with Saki-chan.”

I tightened my arms around Saki-chan and hugged her strongly. As I hugged her tightly and pressed her against my chest, Saki-chan tapped my arm. I wondered if it was too tight, and as I weakened my grip, Saki-chan sat up. She was in the same position as when she had me pinned down, with her arms on either side of me. The look in her eyes as she looked down at me felt strangely intense.

“…Saki-chan?”

I knew it was unpleasant after all. Did I make her angry? When I called out weakly out of anxiety, a wrinkle formed between Saki-chan’s brows. I didn’t want to make her make that face. I shouldn’t have suggested it from the start. It’s difficult to be selfish with Saki-chan, and although I intended to be assertive, I quickly ended up shrinking back.

“…I’m sorry. After all…”

“Hatsune, you don’t need to withdraw.”

“…Huh?”

“Well, no, I was quite shaken.”

“Are you Saki-chan?”

Interrupting what I wanted to say, Saki-chan relaxed her expression. With a thin smile, she maintained her posture with one hand while using her free arm to stroke my cheek. It felt as if she was telling me that it was okay, and my body, which had seemingly been tense unconsciously, loosened up.

I relax my shoulders and rub my cheek against Saki-chan’s hand. Saki-chan’s hand is always beautiful, even her fingertips are lovely, and I loved being touched by this hand.

“You really are…””

Saki-chan’s brow furrowed again, and I wondered if she was upset, which made my body tense up.

“Oh, no, that’s not it. It’s just that Hatsune, you are so cute.”

“Eh?”

Cute. I was told I’m cute by Saki-chan. Even if it’s just lip service, I feel happy, and my face is getting warm. I’m cute, I really am. Saki-chan thinks I’m cute. Just one word made me happy, and I felt like dancing.

“Do you want me to leave a mark? Is there a specific place you have in mind?”

“Will you put it on for me?”

“Wasn’t it Hatsune who said she wanted it? I can’t leave it in a prominent place, but I think it’s fine if it’s in a less noticeable spot.”

Not only did you say I’m cute, but you’re leaving marks too! Saki-chan is smiling and narrowing her eyes as she gazes at me. I’m getting flustered by her warm gaze, and I’m sure my face looks all messy right now.

“If it’s the chest, it can be concealed with a bra, and there would be no opportunity to take it off in front of others.”

Saki-chan releases her hand from my cheek and slowly leans over while supporting her own body. Just like earlier, Saki-chan buries her face in my chest, and I feel her lips pressing against me. She gives a little suck, and the sound of her lips makes me feel ticklish.

“Oh?”

Saki-chan also looks puzzled. Perhaps she isn’t good at leaving marks?

There was a feeling of being lightly sucked multiple times and being devoured, but it wasn’t intense enough to leave marks. Each time, I could hear something like Saki-chan’s moaning, which was unsettling, yet I found myself inexplicably pleased. Even though there was a sense of familiarity from the first time we embraced, it seemed they weren’t skilled at leaving marks. I still don’t know what Saki-chan’s past experiences were like, but it felt like they hadn’t done much marking at all. That thought made me really happy.

I want you to get used to me being the one to leave marks. With that thought in mind, I gently stroke Saki-chan’s head. The feel of her long, silky, beautiful hair is pleasant. Not realizing I’m happy, she gives a little prick of pain on her several attempts.

“Hmph.”

I think that her satisfied sigh means that marks have finally been left.

“Saki-chan, thank you.”

“No, not yet.”

I said it out of happiness that you left a mark, but you said “not yet”?

Huh? Hmm? Huh? Maybe the eyes are a bit scary?

The way Saki-chan looks at me has a fixed gaze. Yet her eyes are sharp, making me feel like a frog caught in the stare of a snake.

“Is that you, Saki?”

Feeling like my movements were restrained, I asked hesitantly, and Saki-chan called me in a voice much lower than usual, almost like a groan.

“Hatsune”

“Yes”

“You still look lively, don’t you?”

“I don’t think that’s the case, but…?”

“It seems like it might be possible just one more time.”

Saki-chan’s palm envelops my chest. It is grabbed, softly kneaded, and caressed. The fingertips trace the area around the cleavage, where marks have been left. It feels ticklish, but the movements convey a clear intention. The caresses ignite a fire in my body and make me feel aroused.

“Um, Saki-chan?”

“Hatune, you can still do your best, can’t you?”

I feel like I can’t resist that one word that carries such strong pressure. Huh? I wonder when Saki-chan’s motivation switch got turned on, thinking of it as if it were someone else’s problem, but at this rate, I might end up doing something reckless. There’s tomorrow, too. Ah, but I can’t go against Saki-chan’s “please.”

“Yes… Ah, Saki-chan♡”

I feel like it’s more acceptable to be slightly late if it’s late at night.

This is the truth.

I was moved to tears. 😭

can’t can’t not not not deny undeniable truth

It’s the TRUTH.

Exercising together and getting a little sweaty is good for your health!!

What is the One More Myth at this late hour?

It’s clearly obvious.

I won’t give in.

It’s over.

Did the keyboard myth hurt your wrist…?!

I wonder if Hatsune was okay with work after being smashed down.

As I thought, hahee… ka…

Hatsune realizes that something happened with Rikki…

The decadent erotic atmosphere is good.

Don’t do it the day before school!

The injury is a result of a battle fought only with my fingers and tongue… truly magnificent.

Saki-chan…?

Hatsune is just too cute, that’s the problem.

It looks like Saki-chan needs a punishment for saying something like that…

Eh~! Is it true that Hoshika-chan’s sexual desire is amazing~!? Shouko-chan, isn’t that crazy!?

Are you okay? Can Hatsune, who was crushed hard enough to hurt Shoko’s hands, walk properly?

Aine-san.

It feels like there might be days when I forget about gym class and get flustered.

So I told you to hide it somewhere under your underwear…

Hatsune’s back must be covered in scratches…

It’s fine to have as much savings as you want.

Well, on the day I was crushed, I would probably just observe during gym class…

The only thing left to write about is what I’m going to do…

It’s fine to be erotic…

I can write things like the one where the note gets buried and clouds over… so I wrote it.