“Uwah… I said I’d be fine without Coco, but this is…” I stare at the eviction papers in my hands.

“Now I have to look for a new place to live. B-But where?” With the new year coming up, it would be nearly impossible to find a tenant willing to let me rent their place on such short notice. Especially with my kind of job, and with all the noise complaints I have…

Browsing through my contacts on the phone, sitting on the park bench as the cold breeze passes by, I spot one that stands out. After some hesitation, I decided to call you.

“H-Hey, Anon…Uhm…sorry, I know this is kinda sudden, but I need to ask you a favor.”

“Hey, Kanata, what can I do for you?”

“So…long story short, I’m sort of homeless right now and I don’t have a place to live for now. Is it okay if I stay at your place for a couple of weeks? I-If not, It’s fine, I can just stay in a c-cardboard box or something!” I let out an awkward chuckle as I try to crack a joke, but it’s very clear that I’m nervous. My voice is trembling, this is more difficult than I thought It’d be. This was a bad idea.

“Y-You know what, nevermind! I’ll find a way to-”

“Haha, It’s fine. You’re welcome at my place anytime.”

“R-Really?” My heart lights up.

“That’s what friends are for, right?”

“Thank you! I’ll do my best to not bother you!” My voice is noticeably more excited.

“No problem. Hey, I have to go now, will you need any help with moving your stuff?”

“N-No, I have that sorted out already. I really just need a place to stay.”

“I see. Well then, bye Kanata. Look forward to being roommates with you.”

“Me too! Thanks again!”

*Click*

“...” I stare at the gray sky for a few moments in silence.

“O-Oh my god!” I bring my palms to my face, covering my beet red cheeks from embarrassment. My hands are still shaking. “My heart is beating so fast…A new roommate, I-I’m going to be living with…” It was the first time I would be living alone with a boy… a man.

I slap my cheeks to recompose myself and clench my fist with determination. “I’ll do my best!!!”

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Deep breaths. I stand before the dark wooden door. “T-This is it…”. Three knocks, no more. I wait in silence, holding an overflowing luggage with my right hand and my body pillow under my left arm.

*Click*

Rustling of chains behind the door, and shortly after, the door opens, you standing right in front of me. You look surprised.

“Hey, Kanata. You’re uhm..-” You check the watch on your wrist. “-you’re here early. It is Wednesday, right?”

“Y-Yeah, I wanted to get done moving out as soon as possible. Thanks again for having me!” I bow. I couldn’t bring myself to say that I came a day early because sleeping on the park bench was too cold with only a body pillow to keep me warm.

“Oh, right! I brought you a gift!” I place the body pillow between my legs and start rummaging through my luggage. Shortly after, I bring out a shopping bag with a plushie inside it.

“H-Here! I didn’t know who was your favorite, so I, uhm… just brought one of me. I had a couple lying around at home so you can have it-... as a thank you.”

“That’s… uh, very nice of you. So, you wanna come inside?”

“Y-Yes please!”

As you introduce me to the apartment, you keep checking your watch. “Since you came early, I didn’t have much time to get ready. Sorry for the mess around the place.”

I look around, but the place seems crystal clean. At the very least, much better than what my home looked like. “I-It’s not a problem. I can help you clean if you want!”

“Really? That’d be great.” You chuckled. “I’ve been swamped with work, haven’t had the time to do a do-over on the place, you know?”

I nod. “Yeah…I get you.” Not really though!

“Anyway, make yourself at home. That room over there is yours. It used to be my office a while ago but now that we are working physical again there’s no use for one anymore. I refurbished it to be a guest room, but it’s not like I have many people over or anything.”

“Got it!”

“Sorry to be leaving you on your own but I’m kind of late for work, so again, make yourself at home.” I watch as you walk into your room and close the door behind you with the plushie in hand. I then sigh, dropping my shoulders and taking in my new surroundings.

“I guess it’s official now…I  think I’ll take my stuff to my room for now.”

I walk into the formerly called office room and turn on the light switch. There is a simple bed and a fancy table with an office chair in front of it. It’s perfect. I don’t need anything more to stream. The table is clearly chock full of old work material, but that doesn’t matter. “I’ll take care of this later. For now…cookies!”

Besides the plushie, I had also brought a box of cookie dough to bake. I’m not very good at cooking at all, but I’ve seen Watame making this several times in the past each time I come over to her place. How hard can it be?

I walk over to the pretty modest kitchen. There were a couple dirty dishes but nothing that bad. My eyes are set on the oven, with way too many settings for me to understand. I just turn it to a random setting and let it preheat. “Mm.. the temperature?” I scratch my head, thinking for a moment. The higher the temperature, the quicker the cookies will be done,right? “Guess I’ll set it to max then!”

I take out the box and put it on the kitchen counter, then look at the ingredients needed on the back.

“First, I need to stir this and then add butter as well as milk. I see… there’s no butter in the fridge though!” I think for a moment. “I guess I’ll just have to go out and buy some!”

“Before I leave, I should tell Anon.” I set down my batter-covered cooking utensils on the marble counter and walk up to your room, but you are not there. “Hm? I wonder where he went.” Then, whilst pondering to myself out loud, I hear some noise coming from another room. Like the sound of running water. “Ah, there he is!” I happily strut on over to the room the noise is coming from, completely clueless as the door was left partly opened.

“Hey Anon, I’m going out to buy some-GYAH!!!” I’m startled and immediately turned away with an unsightly noise, as when I peeked into the room I noticed that it was, in fact, the bathroom, and that you were taking a shower, with no curtains to hide your fully naked body.

“I-I didn’t see anything!!! I-I swear!!!” I yell as I cover my blushing face with both hands, extremely embarrassed, stepping away from the door. Sniffing, on the verge of sobbing, sure that I am going to be yelled at, I wait just outside, prepared for any kind of punishment that would come my way… but it doesn’t come. Instead, I begin to hear you humming through the sound of pouring water.

“E-Eh? C-Could it be… he didn’t see me?” I slowly lower my shaking hands back down, wiping the tears forming in my eyes. “W-Was he really taking a shower? J-Just to confirm my eyes weren’t…” As I peek once more, I look down with a mute whimper. “H-He is…”

But for some reason, I want to… keep looking. I can’t help but think I saw something strange. Slowly, I bring my eyes back up, and soon they meet your naked figure again, now shaking the shampoo bottle onto your hand.

I myself don’t know why I’m even doing this, but… I can’t help but look. Some wicked curiosity has taken over mee. I’s the first time I had seen a man naked. Eyes locked, captivated by your figure, the shape of your body. I stare in awe, totally silent, heart skipping a beat at the thought of what would happen were I to get caught.

After some time, I blink a few times, as if just now realizing what I am doing. Without really knowing why, I had my hand between my thighs, something which I quickly pulled away from.

“W-What am I doing? I should get back to cooking…”

Then, just as I am about to turn away, you turn, ever so slightly. From the looks of it, you dropped the soap on the floor, such an inconsequential mistake. You look to the side and bend over to pick it up, and when you get back up, in a slightly different angle, I see it. In full view.

“I-It’s his p-p-... his…”  Is that what a penis is supposed to look like? I mean, Coco had shown me some weird drawings before, but this… looks different. Is having that much skin really normal? It’s…

 “Gah!” I slap my eyes with both my hands and run away screaming, locking myself away in my room. Jumping onto the bed and pulling the sheets over my head, I continued yelling whilst kicking around as vivid images of what I saw were still crystal clear in my mind.

As I finish screaming, I sit up, starstruck, thinking of what I had just done. “I-I can’t believe I just saw a…a…”

“...”

“GAHH!!!” I jam my fingers into my eyes, desperately trying to erase the image out of my head.

“I-It’s no use…” There is no forgetting that, especially since it was so… strange. Yet, the more I think about it, the more my curiosity grows. Why did it look so different? None of those inappropriate images Coco showed me looked like that. Could it be that he has some sort of illness? Or maybe he had some accident that he never told anyone about? If that is the case, then…

“I-I shouldn’t pry… i-if he wishes to tell me, he will. It’s none of my business….”

“But…” I clenched my fists in frustration. “I want to know so bad! Ghh!” My first time seeing one, of course I’d think this way! Especially when it’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen before!

I shake my head, clearing those inappropriate thoughts out of my head. “F-For now, I should just get back to baking, that will keep my mind busy.”

I walk into the kitchen, then remember. “Oh… The butter…”

As I walk back, I’m greeted by you, shirtless, drying your hair out with a towel.

“Oh, hey Kanata.”

“H-H-H…Hi…” I can’t even look your way, a blush forming on my face as the first  thing that comes to mind is your “thing”.

You raise your eyebrow slightly in confusion, but don’t ask any questions. “What’s with the apron? Are you cooking something?”

“Y-yes…I’m m-making cookies…”

“Cool.”

You walk away, none the wiser whilst hanging the towel over your shoulder. I sigh in relief. “He really didn’t see me…”

“By the way, this is pretty embarrassing, but I kind of forgot that I’m not living alone anymore so I left the bathroom door open by accident.” You laugh. “I was taking a quick shower, you didn’t happen to see anything, right?”

I freeze in place. “B-Bathroom? W-What’s a bathroom? Shower?” I laugh awkwardly, tugging at the collar of my blue rag shirt.

“O-Oh yeah! Butter! I have to go buy butter!! I-I’ll be back soon!” Before you can say anything, I rush out the front door covering my blushing face, slamming the door behind me. I put my hand at my chest, feeling my rapid heartbeat. Being a terrible liar, I almost got myself caught. “That was too close…”

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On my way back home from the convenience store, I decide it is best if I consult someone about this. Of my genmates, Towa would definitely just call me an idiot and berate me for asking; Coco would just laugh and say something weird without really helping; Luna probably wouldn’t even know what I’m talking about, and she’s streaming right now anyway. So, the only option left is…

“Watame!” I start wailing on the phone as soon as she picks it up.

“K-Kanatan? What’s wrong??”

“I-I need advice on something, and I don’t have anyone but you to ask.”

“Leave it to me! No matter what your troubles are, I’m here to help!” I can hear the fluffiness in her voice and it already begins to comfort me.I had forgotten how dependable Watame was. Calling her definitely was the right choice.

“I-I can’t go into details, but I accidentally saw one of my friend’s terrible secret, and I don’t know what to do about it. I’m worried for them. They could be in serious trouble because of it…”

“A terrible secret? Mmm~...” Watame pondered loudly on the phone. “Kanata!”

“Y-Yes?!”

“If that terrible secret really is something that is worrying you, then you must find out more about it! For your friend’s sake!”

How did I not think of that sooner? Of course, something so simple! If I can’t ask him about it, then I just have to find out on my own!

“Watame… you’ve been a huge help, thank you!” There is newly found determination in my voice.

“No problem, if you need anything else, I’m here for you!

Glad to have such wonderful genmates to help me in my times of need, I turn off the call and hurry back home so I can work something out. There are important things to be done. Maybe I can come up with a plan or something!

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Once I open the door, I’m surprised to see you sitting on the couch, still wearing a suit and tie, watching the TV with a beer can in hand.

“Oh hey, you’re back.” You look away from the TV as you notice my presence and give me a short wave.

“E-Eh? Didn’t you say you were going to work?”

“Ah, I was going to, but my boss just called and said that I wouldn’t need to come today after all. Some problem at the office. Lucky me, right?” You shrug, then take a sip of beer.

“I-I see.” Khh… this certainly makes it harder to plan things, but somehow, I’m sure I’ll figure it out! “T-Then, I’m going to make us some cookies, so please look forward to that!”

“Roger that.”

With a bow, I rush my way into the kitchen to begin baking not only pastries, but also ideas for a plan.

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“The cookies are done!” I happily bleat out as I hold in my hands a tray full of freshly baked cookies whilst wearing uupaaruupaa themed oven mitts. Some of them are burnt and others came out in odd shapes, stuck together, but otherwise, I am proud of myself! “Hehe… Not bad for a beginner, me!”

I step out of the kitchen into the living room with the tray still in my hands. “They are ready! Do you want some cookies? They are a bit burned, but in my opinion that just adds to the flavor!” I laugh, but you don’t respond. Maybe you can’t hear me over the TV?

I look at the TV, a nature documentary is playing. In front of it, the couch with a neck tie hanging off of it, and a sound that is similar to the groans of a dying animal.

“A-Anon…?” I slowly walk up towards the TV, and as soon as I pass the side of the sofa, there I see you; sprawled about, wearing nothing but your underwear, totally passed out. Snoring… There are several beer cans on the ground next to the sofa.

“This is…” I drop my shoulders and squint in disapproval. “W-Well, he does work pretty hard, so I guess it can’t be helped…”.

But then a realization hits me. “...E-Eh? Wait…” I glance over the scene, then look around, then back at you.

“Eh?!”

“Wait, I-Isn’t this… the perfect scenario?!” If such an opportunity turns up, there’s no way I can just ignore it!

I carefully lay down the cookies, take off my oven mittens and sneak my way back back over to the sofa. I stand in front of the TV screen, my eyes glued to your sleeping face, and a thousand thoughts are going through my head right now.

“...S-Should I really look now? Isn’t this really bad?”

My eyes slowly wander over to your underwear, and the bulge in the center of it. I can feel my cheeks becoming a shade of red brighter than a tomato.

“No, no no. I-Impossible! There’s no way!” I immediately look away with closed eyes while shaking my head, hands extended out in front.

“B-But…” I look at the bulge again.

“...”

“J-Just a quick peek! I should do it… for his sake!” I have to do it after all!

I step closer to the sofa and wonder how to approach this. After some quick thinking, I decide to kneel down on the carpet right in front of your hip area, being as close as I can comfortably get with my unprepared heart.

“I’m… I’m really doing it… You’re not just pretending to sleep to trick me, are you? Hey!” I poke your leg, but you don’t seem to react.

“He’s really asleep…”

I take a deep breath, then promptly exhale with a nervous sigh. “T-Then… here I go!”

My hands hover over just above the fabric. Just as I lower my hands to grab the hem of your underwear, my hand accidentally touches the bulge. Squishy!

 “Gah!” With a loud overreaction, I pull back, falling on my ass. As I land, my butt presses on something hard and the channel changes on the TV behind me. A really violent war movie starts playing with lots of gunshots.

I quickly raise myself off the ground and then look at what I sat on top off. “The controller…?!” This is bad, I have to change it bac-

“Kanata? What are you doing on the floor?” The TV woke you up after all!

“A-Ah, this is…” I struggle to think of an explanation, and with my quick thinking, I say the first thing that comes to mind. Probably because I saw it in a comedy skit recently. “M-My contacts! I dropped my contacts! Y-You know how it is, silly me~”

“Contacts? I didn’t know you wore len-”

“Ah! I found them! I’ll go wash them now, see ya!!!” I get up and run as quickly as I can into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.

I wait a few minutes locked up in there with the sink running and my ear up against the door, then, as it sounds like the bar is clear, I get out of the bathroom and sneak my way directly into my room.

“That was dangerous! Too dangerous! What was I thinking?!”

A sigh. “…I need to come up with a plan after all, or else I’m going to get caught before I accomplish what I’m trying to do!”

I look around the room, then get an idea. “That table will do!”

With conviction, I slide everything off of the table, but as soon as I hear the loud crash, I wince in soft regret.  “M-Maybe I shouldn’t have done that… Well, It’s fine! I’ll just clean it later!”

I turn on the desk lamp and slap down an oversized sheet of bond paper I found laying around, then begin planning every step of my genius scheme into seeing you without underwear again. There’s something on the paper already but I just scribble over it. If it’s just lying around, it can’t be important, right? Occasionally, I sneak out of the room to grab a cookie or two before continuing with my planning. Using my brain so much gets me hungry, I can’t help it after all.

After many hours of hard work, watching videos, taking breaks to lie down on the bed browsing Twitter and snacking on the rest of the cookies, I wipe the hypothetical sweat off my brow and let out a sigh of satisfaction, staring at the fruit of my efforts by holding it with both hands against the light. “It’s perfect!”

With not an ounce of strength left in my bones and a satisfied smile, I turn off the lights and crash onto the bed, thoroughly exhausted for what’s to be my first night in this new room of mine.

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Early in the morning, I wake up to a knock on my door. “Kanata? I need something from the room, can I come in?”

I instantly bolt awake, looking down at my pajamas, then to my right the table where my masterplan lies atop. “O-One second!!” I take one step off the bed and my still half asleep body immediately makes me fall down face first into the ground.

“A-Are you ok? I heard a loud crash. I’m coming in.”

Panicked, I crawl up to the table, roll up the blueprints and stuff it into my back inside my camisole as quickly as I can; just in time as you open the door.

Standing awkwardly like a pole as the paper straightens out my back before the pile of papers on the ground, wearing ill fitting clothes, staring you right in the eyes and sweating bullets. You stare back, then at the mess on the ground.

“So… what’s all this about?”

“Uhm… T-The thing is…”

“Go on…”

“T-There was a… a wild goose! He flew into the room through the window and made a mess out of everything! Damn those things…” I shake my fist, still with a stiff pose.

You look to the closed window behind me, then back to me.

“...Right. Well, I just need this one over here.” You pick up a stack of papers and wipe off the dust from it, setting it straight. “I’m off to work. Clean this up if you will, and keep the window closed in case any other… wild gooses try flying inside.”

“I-I will!”

As you walk out the front door, I sigh, holding my hand to my chest. The blueprints slide out from behind me onto the floor. “T-That was close…” Somehow, my lie worked. I feel bad for tricking you, but it was necessary, for your sake.

I immediately get out of my room to get to work on my plan. Something fairly easy to set up, as anything too complicated was out of my domain. But still, there is no time to waste. I slap the blueprint on the kitchen counter, a crudely drawn bucket on top of a door and a stick figure underneath it, with tons of erasure marks all over the paper. “Time to get to work!”.

I grab a bucket and fill it with water. Then, I open the door to your room and bring a chair over. With its help, I’m able to reach above the door top and carefully position the bucket overhead. “This is genius! How has no one thought of something like this before?” I rub the bridge under my nose. “Hehe… My IQ truly must be 140, just like the internet test said.”

This is a surefire way to get you wet, and so, in need of taking off your clothes. Including your pants! There is no way it can possibly fail.

All I have to do now is wait. I decide to spend my idle time by preparing my streaming setup for tomorrow morning’s stream. I sold my computer before moving, so all I really have to do is check to see if my old laptop is still working.

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A couple hours pass by, and after dealing with a few technical issues, I am finally done.

The clock ticks closer and closer to the time that you get home. I begin getting anxious in anticipation, but I calm my nerves by holding onto the body pillow of myself tightly. After roughly half an hour of waiting, I hear the rustling of keys behind the entrance door, and soon after, the door is opened. I quickly spring into action, walking out of my room.

“I’m home.” You say, stepping into the kitchen and carrying a plastic bag in your right hand and a suitcase in the other.

“W-Welcome home!” I do a gentle bow. “How was work?” I eye you from head to toe. You clearly look very tired.

You chuckle at my formal behavior. “Stop that. You don’t have to act so stiff around me. Thanks for asking though.”

“I… I see.” An awkward silence ensues for a short moment. I realize I don’t have anything else to say. “I-I’m going to stream now, so…”

“Oh right, Kanata, before you go-” You stop me just before I enter my room.

“What is it?”

You rustle the plastic bag in your hands, then take out a plastic container with something creamy inside it. “I brought you some cake. I didn’t know what flavor you preferred so I just bought white chocolate instead. Hope you like it.”

“A-Ah… That’s actually my favorite! T-Thank you very much!”

“Heh, I figured you’d like something sweeter like white chocolate. Also, here.” You grab a little box from inside another bag and hand it over to me.

“W-What’s this?”

“Open it.”

“It’s a… Mario Kart keychain?”

You laugh, scratching your nape awkwardly.. “I’m not even going to pretend like I know about this stuff. I called your friend Coco and asked about what would make for a good present that you would enjoy. Sorry if it’s too tacky.”

“N-No, it’s perfect, really! Thank you, Anon. I don’t know what to say…”

“You don’t have to say anything, I’m just glad you like it. I know we are only going to be roommates for a little while, but I thought I’d celebrate it anyway. I would’ve done it earlier, but as I mentioned, work and stuff got in the way.”

Gah! My heart! What is this feeling? “I-...I see…” Increasingly nervous by the second, I let out a tense chuckle; my eyes occasionally glancing to the booby-trapped half-opened door to your room.

“By the way, are you hungry? I sure as hell am. I left some damn fine meat thawing in the fridge, so I’m in the mood for cooking us some dinner. I just need to get out of this suit and take a bath first.”

I watch as you turn around and start walking towards your room. With every step, my guilty consciousness grows louder and louder. “W-Wait!”

“Hm? What is it?”

“Uhm….D-Do you really need to take a bath now? I’m really hungry , s-so…I know! I’ll get the bath started while you go make us dinner!” I think up the first lie that comes to head and immediately stammer it out, hoping that it will be enough to stop you long enough to undo my trap without you noticing.

You pause for a bit and stare at me a bit confused, then laugh, shaking your head. “Don’t worry, I’ll be done in five. I prefer taking quick baths anyway. If you’re so hungry, you can just snack on the cake I brought you for now, yeah?”

Oh no! If it keeps going this way, then-...! I rush up ahead of you and open my arms wide, preventing entry to your room. “What are you doing?” You ask in a sterner tone.

“I-I… really think you should make dinner first!”

You squint your eyes and start getting suspicious. “...Kanata, what did you do in my room?”

This is bad, this is bad! You already know something is off! What do I do? What do I do?! Gah!!!!

Out of options, I turn around and run head first into the room. As soon as the door opens, the bucket immediately falls on top of me, splashing me with water and soaking me from head to toe.

“Kanata?!” You look concerned for a moment, but soon enough, the realization kicks in, and your look of concern turns to one of disappointment. “...”

You eye me from head to toe, taking the empty bucket off of my head. There is water dripping from my white hair, and my clothes, completely soaked. A pool of water has formed on the ground below me. “I’ll go get a towel.”

“...Ok.”

You soon come back from the laundry room with a towel which I use to dry myself off, though no matter how hard I scrub, the shame simply isn’t going away.

With crossed arms, you look at me like a disappointed dad, only further driving the stake of guilt into my heart. “So…what was that about?”

Feeling completely defeated, I instantly get down to the ground into a dogeza. “I’m sorry! T-The truth is that…-” I desperately try to think up an excuse, but nothing reasonable seems to come to mind. Except one thing.

“T-The truth is that… A-Actually, my friend Towa said it would be a good idea to do this to you! L-Like, a prank to celebrate you being my new roommate… and stuff…” I blurted out the only thing that came to mind.  I’m sorry Towa, but I really couldn’t think of anything else that wouldn’t blow my cover! With every lie I come up with, I feel it’s as if I am losing my innocence, bit by bit.

You pinch your temple and shake your head with a sigh. “Towa, huh? The troublemaker? That girl is a bad influence on you.”

“I-I’m sorry…”

“...You go take a bath, I’ll get this mess cleaned up.”

“Ok…” I ended up getting scolded…

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Now in the nude, submerged in the fairly spacious bathtub, I sigh in defeat, sinking myself further into the steaming bathwater. “Haah~, the plan was a total failure. Not only did it not work, but I also ended up making trouble for him and Towa…” I lower my mouth into the water and begin blowing bubbles in frustration. At the very least, I have to make it up to you later, somehow… and Towa too, I guess!

“But still, I’m not giving up yet!” I pop my head out of the water. “I just need a change of strategy, that’s all.” Something that could get you to get naked without me being found out, just long enough to see it…o-or maybe touch it… for your sake!

“...”

“What am I even thinking? How embarrassing…” I slowly sink back into the water, dropping my shoulders.

The only times I could reasonably get to see you naked were when you were taking a bath, or changing out of clothes. But both options would have terrible consequences if I got caught. There has to be a third, better, safer option… think, Kanata, think…! As all of the synapses in my head are firing off, suddenly, as if a light bulb switched on, something comes to mind.

“If he’s sleeping, then… m-maybe I can see it then, without getting caught.” Though full of holes, the idea could certainly work if executed properly. The odds of getting caught are way lower than the other options, and it would certainly be easier to get a proper, closer look that way. I would wait for you to go to bed, then execute my plan.

“Ah… the hot water is making me dizzy, it’s time to get out.”

I take one final dip in the water before getting out of the tub and grabbing the towel, pondering to myself out loud. “I wonder if he sleeps naked like Mio-Senpai?”

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“Kanata?”

“Eh?” I look up and blink three times, meeting your concerned gaze.

“Aren’t you going to eat your food?”

I look down to my plate, realizing that I’ve been spacing out while thinking about the plan for tonight. “R-Right. Thank you for the meal.” With a soft bow, I put my hands together and start digging in.

“So Kanata-...” You finish chewing the food in your mouth. “How come you were evicted anyway? You never did tell me.”

“That’s, uhm… A-Apparently I was being too loud at night and my neighbors kept complaining so I got kicked out.”

“Loud? During your streaming thing? Your job or whatever?”

“Yeah, l-like playing Mario Kart and stuff. When the game is lagging or I get hit by a blue shell, I yell and make a lot of noise. I also made a lot of holes in the wall by throwing my controller or punching it really hard-...” I look at your eyes of disapproval judging me harshly in silence, and it cuts me like a knife.

“-b-but I paid to repair those, so…!”

“I have no clue what you were talking about, but try not to get me kicked out while you’re here, yeah?”

“Okay…” I look back down and finish the rest of my meal in great shame.

As we are both done eating, you begin washing the dishes as I thank you for the meal and go back into my room. Of course, my day isn’t done quite yet!  I silently boot up my PC and prepare for tomorrow’s stream as I wait for you to go to sleep. Occasionally, I get up and put my ears against the door, listening in for the moment where there’s no more noise.

Eventually, right after midnight, I place my ear against the door, but there are no more sounds.

“Has he finally gone to sleep…?” I wait for a minute or two, just to make sure. Nothing but the sound of cars passing by from the outside. It’s time…

I turn off my PC and start getting ready for my mission. I put on black clothing, even changing my panties while I’m at it. Realistically, there’s no real reason for me to do this, but I decided to do it anyway. Because it’s cool! As a finishing touch, I wrap some black cloth around my head, leaving only a small gap for my eyes.

“Now I look like a real ninja!” I grab my halo and hold it in my hand like a shuriken. Getting too caught up in this, I take a quick photo whilst striking a cool pose and send it to Watame with a thumbs up emoji, as proof that I’m following her advice. I stuff the phone into my back pocket and start getting my spirit ready for the task at hand.

Thirty more minutes pass by, I figure it’s now or never! I very carefully open the door to my room and walk out on the tip of my toes. There isn’t that long a path between your room and mine, but I take my sweet time, rushing from obstacle to obstacle, having way too much fun. Finally, I reach the door to your room.

“This is it…” I whisper to myself with my hand hovering over the door handle. Breath in, breath out, the handle is twisted ever so slowly, and soon enough, the door is opened and I can get a peek inside.

“H-Huh?” I notice there is some movement under the bedsheets, but even though my eyes are accustomed to the darkness, it’s hard to tell exactly what it is. Not to mention, the faint light that I can barely notice under the sheets too. Likely a phone screen left turned on.

This is no time for hesitation, I enter the room on the tip of my toes and close the door behind me, avoiding making noise as much as possible, then, getting on all fours and sneaking up to the side of the bed. I immediately notice a strong smell that I am not quite familiar with. I can recognize the smell of sweat just like in the locker rooms after my concerts, but there is something else to it. The whole room has a certain smell to it.

Just as I am about to peek over the bed, I hear a sigh, and your hand suddenly comes from under the bedsheets, grabbing a box of tissues from atop the nightstand and scaring the crap out of me in the process, pushing me back into hiding with a noise akin to a hamster’s squeal.

“Hm?” It seems like you heard the noise. I hastily scurry under the bed and cover my mouth with my hands, doing my best to hold my breath. This is all going so wrong so quickly!

The bedsheets are pulled back and with a click, the lamplight on the nightstand is turned on. My hands are shaking in fear of getting caught, and for what seemed like an eternity, I desperately hold onto my breath whilst keeping absolutely still. Soon enough, I hear a groan akin to confusion coming from you, shortly before getting back on the bed and turning off the light.

“...”

I am stuck in this situation now, there is nothing to be done but wait for you to fall asleep. However long that would take. I am so close! So close!!! I can’t fail now! And so I will wait… wait for the right moment to strike.

The silence is occasionally interrupted by a cough, or the creaking of the bed as you shuffle around looking for a better sleeping pose. I can’t quite tell how long it has been that I’ve been waiting for, but after at least an hour or so pass by, finally, It feels as if it is fine to get out from under the bed. As my body gets to stretch again, I frown from the soreness of being in such a confined space imobile for so long. It was so cramped in there. My body is aching all over.

After some light stretching and a considerable amount of self-pep talk, I crouch back down to the side of the bed again. I look to the side and see a trashcan full of old and used tissues. The most recent of which seemingly being covered in snot, which is weird, because I did not hear you blowing your nose at all. However, my attention is on something else now. Your shirtless sleeping body, the lower half of which being clumsily covered only by a blanket. From the looks of it, you are only wearing your underwear.

“J-Just below this blanket is…”

With trembling hands, I slowly inch closer and closer to the target and carefully flip the blanket over, just enough to reveal the rest of your underwear. I quickly go back into hiding before even catching a proper glimpse, scared that that might have woken you up, but it does not seem to be the case. Once again, with newfound courage, I peek over the edge of the bed, and this time, I get a bolder, closer look.

“T-This is…Gya!” I cover my face with my hands as I can’t stop myself from blushing. The shape is so clearly visible, even more so than last time; I might as well be seeing you naked!

But still, I can’t help myself from peeking through my fingers, and eventually, I get the courage to put them down and get a proper look. My face is just inches away from it. I try my best to not block the little moonlight that is coming from the window behind me, as it is already hard enough to see as it is.

Now that I am this close, that smell I had noticed earlier is much stronger. At first, I thought the smell was off-putting, but before even realizing it, I was coming closer and closer with my nose to get a better sniff. It’s a really strong scent unlike anything I had ever felt before, and for some reason it makes me feel kind of dizzy and weird. I can feel it in my chest… and in my groin? Or is that… lower? I stare at the bulge again. It isn’t embarrassing anymore. It’s perplexing, almost hypnotizing to look at. I can’t take my eyes off of it. My hands, as if moving on their own, are moving back and forth between my thighs. It feels… good… my body is getting warmer and I don’t know why.

I snap myself out of it, as this isn't what I had come for. I blink a few times and shake my head left and right, getting myself back together. It’s time to pull it back. The underwear is all that is left in the way between me and getting my answers! Very slowly, my fingers grab onto the elastic fabric, and I begin pulling it down as slowly as my hands can possibly move.

It’s almost there, the anticipation is killing me… will I mess up? What if you wake up?? What would I do then? My heart is pounding, thinking up all sorts of excuses in case I get caught, but then, just as I am about to chicken out, I start seeing something, like skin. “Awawawawa…” even though I’m starting to shake in embarrassment, I keep on pulling until the whole thing is exposed.

It’s there. It’s right there. I can see it clearly. “The skin is…” It really does look different! I knew it! But what does that mean? I don’t know!! My first instinct is to touch it, but won’t that be a problem? What if you wake up? Gah! I’ll just do it!

Gently, I poke the tip with my finger. It sinks into the skin a bit. “It’s squishy…”. I poke it again, and again. A bit rougher. Suddenly, I feel something wet and instantly pull back my finger. The act of pulling away leaves a weird sticky trail behind for a moment. “U-Uwa! What is this?” I look at the tip of my finger, coated in the fluid, glistening in the moonlight. Rubbing it between my fingers feels very weird, and when I pull them apart, it’s like they try to stick together, almost like glue.

“I have no clue!” And since I have no clue, I decide to approach this in another way.

Without touching anything else, I wipe my hands and reach into my pocket, grabbing my phone from inside. Holding it with both hands, I turn on the camera and point it at the thing. It’s so hard to keep the camera still, my hands won’t stop shaking!

*Snap*

“Oh no!” I left the flash on! Did you-

“Mm…” You groan, shuffling around in bed. I knew it! I immediately turn off my phone and back away. My heart can’t take it any longer!!  I sprint to the door and get the hell out of there before you can wake up. As if not enough, I rush back to my room and lock the door behind me.

I put my back against the door, and slowly slide down to the floor, my hand holding against my heart, feeling my intense heartbeats basically pounding out of my chest. I saw it! I saw it!!!! A man’s thing… And most important of all, I got a picture of it!! I hold my phone in my hand, but I can’t bring myself to look at it again. Not now, my heart really can’t take it. I’ll die!

I throw myself into bed and kick around, holding myself from screaming away my feelings. Once I calm down, the only thing going through my mind is what I saw; what I smelled… how I felt…

It’s clear I’m not going to be getting any sleep tonight.

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Morning comes, I wake up to that familiar knocking on the door.

“Kanata? I’m going out to work. Don’t forget to lock the door. See ya.”

“...Kay.” I grunt out with my groggy morning voice. As I lazily sit up and grab my phone, I see its reflection staring back at me with baggy eyes and messed up hair. “I look terrible…” I bring my hand to my mouth as I yawn and stretch. Though I stayed in bed all night, I only got maybe two or three hours of sleep in total. My heart was racing all night long. I couldn’t stop thinking about it after all.

As I go about my day, brushing my teeth and preparing for my first stream in a while, I get an idea. “Watame can help me with this!”

Without a second thought, I grab my phone and open Line, scrolling down to Watame’s contact. She had replied to my ninja clothing picture with a bunch of question marks. I do my best to send the picture to her without looking, then follow it up with a message.

“Watame!! I investigated just as you asked. Look!” I then send an arrow emoji pointing upwards. “What do you think??”

I wait a few minutes, and after a while, Watame finally reads the message, as the checkmark updates from “sent” to “read”. But she doesn’t answer me at all. Don’t joke with me!! What happened with the dependable Watame? This is a serious matter!! I have to stream soon, I need to get this solved as quickly as possible.

If Watame isn’t able to help, then… I just so happen to have a Senpai who might be an expert at this sort of topic. Maybe she can answer all these questions I have leftover from yesterday night! I quickly run over and fetch my phone again to make the call. The contact name is just labeled as “Danger”, since Coco was the one who put in the contact for me.

“Kanatan?”

“Matsuri-Senpai!!! I need your guidance!!”

She laughs briefly, then replies in a teasing tone. “Eh? What do you need help with?”

I proceed to explain to her all the details as well as the circumstances that led to these events in the first place. I then hang up, send her the picture I took and call her again. Once she picks it up, it’s like her tone of voice totally changed. I can’t help but be worried. I ask her the question that’s been lingering in my mind all this time.

“So, is that normal? Is he gonna be fine?” My concern is very obvious.

“Hmm~...” Matsuri-Senpai takes a long pause to think for a moment. “Is he?”

“Matsuri-Senpai, please!”

“Yes, yes… I get it.” After another brief pause, finally, she breaks the silence. “It’s true, he is sick. It’s very dangerous.”

I’m shocked. I didn’t think you actually were! “What should I do? I really don’t know! Should I take him to the hospital??”

“No no no. Nothing like that. While it is very dangerous, there is actually a way you can deal with it without the need for any doctors.”

“R-Really?! That’s great! Can you tell me how?”

“Listen closely, Kanata. What I’m about to teach you may just save his life!”

“Uhm!” I nod fiercely, grabbing the nearest pen and paper I can find. For the next five minutes, I listen very attentively as to what my Senpai has to say, writing down all the key points and basically making a list of the things I have to do. Though I am determined at first, the more she talks, the more embarrassed I get.

“And that’s how you deal with it. Got it?”

“W-Wa wa wa wa… A-A-Are you sure that is the only way?”

“A-...” Matsuri suddenly pauses, and for a moment, I thought I heard some snickering. But that must’ve been my imagination! “Absolutely.” She replies.

“Now go, Kanata! You can do it!”

“I-I’ll do my best!” With a stammering response, I hang up the call.

When it comes to these topics, it seems like she really is an expert. I look at the list of things I wrote down according to Matsuri-Senpai’s instructions and grimace. “I knew I could count on her, but… isn’t this…really bad?!”  

I look at the time and realize I’m running late. I rush to my desktop to boot up the stream, putting these things into the back of my mind for the time being.

“Konkanata~! What? I-I know I’m late, shut up!!!” *Desk slam*

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I do my best to keep the stream short. Once it’s finally done, I sigh in relief, quickly springing back into action mode. “I have no time to waste!” I grab my hoodie, a cute frog shaped wallet and walk on over to the nearest convenience store, thinking to myself out loud “Convenience stores sell that kind of thing, huh?”. I come back as red as a tomato, holding a transparent plastic bag with a bottle of lotion inside. I enter my room, lock the door behind me, then throw the bag into my luggage, wrap it in my clothes and throw the backpack under the bed.

To pass the time, and also to repay for yesterday’s troubles, I decide to try my hand at cooking dinner this time around. I’m not very good at cooking, but I’m sure I can work something out by following some recipes! After a fierce battle against the ingredients, I look at the messy state I left the kitchen in with pride. “It’s done!” I turn off the stove, put on my oven mittens and carry the pot on over to the table, just in time for you to arrive.

“Oh, hey Kanata. Is that dinner I smell?”

“It sure is!” I chuckle, standing proud whilst wearing the cooking apron I found lying around.

“It smells good. What did you make for us?” You say while taking off your tie.

“Beef stew! With potatoes and carrots!” I do my best to keep my bandaged hands away from your eyes.

“Sounds tasty. I’ll get out of my suit and I’ll join you in a bit, ok?”

“Ok!” I do the ok gesture with my hand and start getting the table ready while you change clothes.

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“Delicious!” I yell out as the stew burns my mouth. What is this?! I didn’t know I could cook something this good! All I have to do is follow a recipe book and it comes out this good? Amazing!!!

“It is very tasty indeed, I’m impressed.”

I eat plate after plate, stuffing myself full of beef stew. I don’t think I ever ate so much in my life. Food made by yourself really does taste sweetest. Once I’m done, I pat down my belly and sigh, sinking into the chair. “I’m so full…”

“I didn’t know you could eat this much.” You say as you pick up my plate and take it to the kitchen sink.

“An angel’s stomach is twice the size of a human one!”

“Eh, is that so?” You reply, monotone.

My mind remembers the things I have to do, and so I decide to inconspicuously probe for intel. “E-Eating all that made me feel really sleepy, what about you?”

You finish washing the dishes and dry your hands with a towel. “I’m basically dozing off here. I’m going straight to bed.”

Yosh! Just according to the plan!

“I-I see. Then, I’m going to bed now, I have a stream early tomorrow, so good night!” With a bow, I rush to the bathroom to brush my teeth and turn in for the day. At least, that’s what I want to make it look like I’m doing.

“Good night, Kanata.”

I lock myself into my room and wait for you to go to sleep. In the meantime, I get myself ready. Since my ninja clothes are in the washing machine, I just keep on my rag merch shirt instead. I sit by the door with my ear against the surface, listening for any noise as I get more nervous by the second.

At some point or another, I hear the bathroom door opening as you finish taking a shower, then the sound of the light switches being turned off, and finally, the door to your room being closed. It’s almost time. I reach under the bed and grab the bag with lotion inside. I then grab the crumpled up list from inside my pocket and begin reading it over and over again, imagining the steps in my head.

“Y-You can do it, Kanata. Keep it together!” I take several deep breaths to recompose myself, the words of Watame and Matsuri-Senpai being played again and again in my head. My heart is already pounding out of my chest and I haven’t even gotten out of my room yet.

This time, I wait longer so that you would have enough time to properly fall asleep. Matsuri-Senpai told me to put sleeping pills in your food, but that is absolutely crossing the line! I just have to risk it and hope that you’re not a light sleeper…

An hour or so passes and I finally decide to get up from off the ground. “Ow…” I rub my sore bum from sitting on the ground for so long and straighten out my back. I’ve had over an hour to prepare myself, I can do this!

Repeating the same process as last time, I very slowly get out of my room, this time leaving the fan on to make some background noise and hopefully mask my steps. I sneak on the tip of my toes up to your room and gently turn the door handle, holding the lotion on my other hand as bringing the bag along would make too much of a ruckus. The door is left open this time around in case I need to make a quick escape.

“T-There he is…” With the door open, I stare at you, sleeping on your bed, body sloppily covered by a fuzzy blanket. I sigh, then stare at the bottle of lotion in my hand again. “This is it.” With a firmer grasp, I step forward up to your bed. You look so defenseless right now…to think you were actually terribly ill all this time… I feel like I failed you as a friend!

I shake my head. This was not the time for just looking around. The first step is the riskiest of them all: taking off the blanket. But somehow, with the experience from last time, I manage to gently slip off the blanket without a hitch. I wipe my forehead and sigh. “Phew.” As easy as it was, the whole process is still very nerve wracking.

“...” I stare at your tight underwear. “The shape is just as obvious as last time…” I begin to blush again. Even though it was my third time seeing it, I still can’t ignore how embarrassing all of this is.

I crouch down by the side of the bed, getting on my knees, now face level with your bulge. My breath is heavy and shaky, my ears are burning up as my cheeks grow a bright red. I wrap my slender fingers around the edge of your underwear, and twirl them around, grabbing the hem of the cloth around them. There is this feeling inside me again, w-what is this? Am I just nervous, or am I… excited? I don’t know…

Slowly, I bring down your underwear, my eyes glued to your crotch as I watch attentively for the moment of reveal, and soon enough, your penis is exposed. I let out a small, audible gasp as I pause for a moment, but quickly go back to what I was doing and pull it down all the way to your thighs. Last night, I had only gotten a view of some of it, but this time, I could see the whole package. I’m determined to go further tonight than I had the night before.

“Why is it so…” I notice it looks different. Smaller than the day before. Not by much, but it is still noticeable. I poke it with my finger, it feels the same, but why is it smaller? I bring my nose up close to it and sniff a bit. The smell isn’t as strong either. Is it because you took a bath? That must be it. I touch it a bit more, letting some of its weight rest on the tip of my finger. Suddenly, I feel it twitching and I immediately remove my hand. “What was that?” I look at you, but you still seem to be asleep. “D-Did it just move on its own?”

Reluctantly, I play with your penis a bit more. I start getting more aggressive, flicking with my fingernails, prodding instead of poking, squeezing the skin around the head, sometimes even tugging on the tip, trying to test my theory. Then, just as expected, it twitches again.

“A-Amazing! It really does move on its own! He’s really not awake is he?” I look at your face for a moment to confirm, and sure enough, you’re still deep in sleep. I look back to your penis, and a nefarious smile quickly grows on my face. As nerve wracking as this is, it’s kind of fun too…!

 I grab it with one hand and start inspecting it closer. The whole thing feels really weird on my hand, but the part I was most intrigued by is the one I had been obsessing over ever since I first saw your penis. “The skin is so elastic!” I tug and pull on the skin, stretch it to its limit, then let go; letting out noises of amazement to myself as I watch it slap back into place. The twitches start to grow more frequent as I grow bolder with my touching. “This is kind of fun…”

After a bit of playing something weird stands out to me. “H-Hey, doesn’t it look like… it’s growing?” My confusion rapidly turns into shock, as with every twitch, it seems to grow bigger and bigger.

“Eh Eh?? Eh?!?” It’s growing bigger! It’s twitching so much, all on its own! What is this?! “H-How do I stop this?” I grab it with both hands, but that doesn’t seem to do anything to stop it. If anything, it only seems to be making it grow faster.

I stare in awe, helpless to do anything as it soon reaches what appears to be its size limit, my hands still wrapped around it as I am completely motionless. I can feel its warmth on my palms, as well as the occasional twitch. Its squishy softness is now replaced by a hot hard rod that looks really intimidating. Most of the extra skin has been used up to cover the now lengthier penis, but surprisingly, even though it grew this much, there was still a fair bit of skin left over hanging from the tip.

I lean in closer again to get a better look, amazed by all the details; the veins under the skin that weren’t there before; the shape; the angle it pointed at. I am especially intrigued by the difference in girth between the base and closer to the end of the tip. It’s as if there’s something hiding under the skin. I must see it!

As I lean in closer and closer, I accidentally bump my nose right up against it. I back away with a blush and touch the tip of my nose, then look back at your penis. It’s embarrassing, but after a couple of seconds of contemplating,  I instead get the urge to grab the tip with my fingers and take in more of its powerful scent. I press my nose up to it again, and… there’s a very faint smell coming from inside, much stronger than from the outside. These smells are completely new to me, and the more I smell, the weirder I feel; intoxicated by its addictive smell, not being able to get enough of it. And yet somehow, I feel as if there is more to it…

After some time passes, I catch myself out of it, as if something clicked in my head. “O-Oh right, the thing I was supposed to do…” I remember why I am even doing this in the first place and back away. I grab the bottle of lotion by my side and flick the lid open with a loud pop.

I hover the bottle over my left hand and try shaking it to get it to come out, but it's no good. The lotion is too sticky. “Just… come out already!-” As I get frustrated with the thing, I squeeze the bottle as hard as I can, and immediately, the bottle is crushed as all of the lotion comes out all at once with a loud pop, absolutely covering my hand in a pile of lotion, some of it hitting me in the face as the rest shoots onto the ground.

“Gyah!” I scream as I fall back in shock.

“Ow….” I massage the back of my head with my right hand whilst cleaning my left one onto the carpet. “I am cursed to destroy everything I touch…” That’s when I hear…

“Kanata?”

I look up in fear. C-Could it be…?

“What are you doing in my room?” You look to me, then look down.  And why is my…-” Immediately, you grab the blanket and cover your private area.

“I-I can explain!!!”

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I spill my beans about everything. Accidentally peeking on you in the bath; watching you sleep; trying to get your pants off; the call with Matsuri-Senpai, all of it. You seem skeptical at first, but soon enough your expression changes to one of pity. Once I’m done, you sigh.

“Kanata, I’m not sick, this “condition” you’re talking about is completely normal.”

“I-It is?”

“Well, sort of... But there’s nothing for you to worry about, I’m completely fine.”

This time, I’m the one to sigh, but in relief. “Ah, thank god… I was so worried…” I wipe the tears away from my eyes, and when I look up,  I notice the tent formed from under your blanket. You’re clearly trying to hide it from me, but it’s no use.

“I-Is it still big? Does it hurt?” I ask innocently.

“Ah, this is… It’s a bit uncomfortable, but I’ll be fine. It will go down eventually.”

“It’s not fine! I made it become that way, so…” I hop onto the bed, my legs around yours.

“Kanata…?”

“P-Please show it to me, and I’ll take care of it!” Our eyes meet for a moment, and despite my embarrassment, I hold true to my heart and power through. You seem to be reluctant at first, but as you think it over, things seem to change in your head.

“...Okay.”

“O-Okay? O…Okay!!! I’ll do my best!!!!” I grab your penis with both my hands, and pause. You seem to be very scared of something as I consider what to do next.

“...”

“I-I don’t know how to do it…”

“Of course…” You sigh and shake your head.

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You teach me the very basics of it as I sit by your side, and soon enough, I sort of understand what I have to do. My hands, pressed on top of your groin, forming a circle around the base of your penis, seem so small compared to it. As your penis throbs and twitches, I can feel the muscles tensing under your skin to make it happen; an entirely involuntary action, now I know. Its heat seeps into my cold palm.

As instructed, I slowly raise my fingers from your groin, up your thick base and all the way to your shaft where the excess of skin is found. I pinch the tip of the skin, hanging down as it has nothing to support it, and before I can make any further actions, you raise your hand, almost instinctively, and give me a soft voiced warning.

“Careful not to go too far, I’m sensitive on the head.” You speak, still feeling a bit awkward about the whole thing, as do I.

“O-Ok.” Being careful as to not touch the head, I resume what I was trying to do with the “foreskin” of your d-...dick… it’s a bit less elastic now that it’s so hard and stretched, but pulling on it is still fun.

 Holding it between my thumb and index finger very softly, I tug down on the foreskin very slowly, watching as it descends down the shaft of your penis. As it unfolds, my eyes widen in amazement, finally getting to see a bit of what is hidden inside all that skin. Then, once the head is mostly exposed, I pull it back, mostly by simply letting go of my already gentle grip.

“It’s a bit hard to do it from this angle…” I speak to myself out loud, and before you can say anything, I’m already moving in to sit on top of your legs on the bed. Before I do anything else, I lean forward, letting my arms rest atop your hips as I bring my face directly in front of the underside of your cock. From this up close, in such a view, it looks very intimidating, but somehow, also cute?

I’m still not sure what all these feelings are. My body is so warm, and it’s hard to think straight. I constantly find my thighs rubbing together, and there’s an itch just below my groin which I desperately wish to scratch. My mind feels like it can’t think of anything other than the throbbing object in front of my eyes. The smell is so… alluring. I always found it weird when Watame talked about sniffing armpits, but what I’m doing isn’t any better, is it?

I start the movement I was doing again, still unsure of what I am doing and if it’s right.“D-Does this feel good?” I ask, looking up to your face for feedback as I gently pinch on the foreskin from each side and do very short up and down strokes.

“Yeah… you can be a bit rougher if you want.”

“Ok…” I put the head of your cock between my index and ring finger then gently squeeze it between them with a much more confident grip. I start slowly dragging my fingers downwards, watching in awe as I see the folds of your skin forming at the base and more and more of the sensitive head revealing itself. The smell seems to get stronger the more I pull. Something I take note of for later.

I keep pushing, and pushing, without stopping, until suddenly, I hit a hard stop where it doesn’t seem like I can pull any further down. Before I can even contemplate such a fact, you immediately close your legs and jolt forward with a hiss as you suck air between your teeth. I stop and take my hand away as the foreskin quickly returns to its original form.

“I-I’m sorry, did that hurt?”

“A bit… but don’t worry, just keep going and you’ll get the hang of it.”

This is all new to me, I don’t know what I’m doing. It’s all very intense… I wonder why. The more I watch your expression changing with my soft touch, the more curious I get. I want to know… I want to know so bad! How to make you feel good, and… what will happen if I do it right!

Following your advice, I try to lessen how far down I pull, and soon enough, the rhythm starts settling in, almost naturally somehow. The movement is just about gentle enough not to hurt, but from the looks of it, strong enough to please you. But still, this doesn’t seem right. I don’t know why, but in my head, there’s this feeling that I can do more, even if you’re not telling me.

I close my eyes and try visualizing it in my head, just what is it that I want to do; what I could do; to make it feel better. When I open my eyes again, I find myself with my mouth hovering right above your shaft, puckered lips, longing to be used. I don’t think about it twice, and without asking, I hold your cock steady and bring out my tongue, licking at the tip of your foreskin as if it was a very saggy and salty lollipop.

“Kanata?” You speak out in shock. I look up with my tongue still going at your cock and open my mouth further up to speak. “I-Is tihs bwad?”

“No, I was just surprised, that’s all.”

“I swee.” If that’s the case, then…

I drag out my tongue further, holding your dick harder with my hands, I lick even harder, letting you feel every single inch of my wet, inexperienced tongue from tip to as far up as I could go. Every time I finish licking, your cock springs back to its original position, slapping against my chin just to be pushed again. My hot breath escapes from my mouth as I lick your member like a dog, and from the looks of it, it only seems to excite you further. It tastes like skin, just as expected, but still, I can’t get enough of it.

Once I feel like I’ve done enough, I get a different idea. Bringing my hands back into the mix, I pinch around the tip of your foreskin and stretch it open, just about enough for me to sneak my tongue inside. Your legs jolt from the pleasure, but I hold you tight, pinned in place with the weight of my body. A grin grows on my face. So I can get a reaction like that if I do this? For some reason, that excites me.

“Does thwis feel gwood?” I speak with my tongue exploring the warm, especially tight insides of your foreskin, being careful not to go far enough to stimulate the sensitive head. The taste was completely unlike the smell, muskier, saltier, heavier, but… it wasn’t bad.

“Y-yeah…” My eyes glance at your fists curling up, holding onto the bed sheets for support. Your soft spoken, almost breathless voice does not go unnoticed by me either, almost as if you’re too focused, or maybe overwhelmed by the pleasure to give a proper response.

My tongue swirls around, covering every bit of the inner walls of the skin. I can feel it pressing around me, almost too tight for me to even stick my tongue in there, let alone explore it in such a way, but I found pleasure in stretching it so. And you did too, from the looks of it on your face.

I pull my tongue out, wrapping my fingers in a ring form around your penis and gently stroking it as I take a moment to catch my breath. You being so responsive with your expressions, voluntary or otherwise, made it easy for me to pick up quickly on what works and what doesn’t.

Knowing what works best, I take my index finger and start sticking it into the inside of your foreskin, just as I did with my tongue. It feels wet and warm, but also kind of sticky and weird. I mix my finger around, hooking it against the inner wall of the skin and stretching it from the inside. Then, I begin moving my finger up and down, in and out, watching attentively as it tries to keep me from pulling out from how tight it is.

I pop out my finger with an audibly wet noise, then look at the foreskin going back to its natural shape. There’s a very strong smell on my finger. It makes me curious. “I want to… I-Is it ok if I smell it?”

“Smell it?” You look a bit confused. “Sure, go ahead, I guess.”

Pinching both sides of the skin with my fingers, I pull it down as much as I can without hurting you, then take my nose right up against your exposed, wettened shaft and take a big whiff.

“W-Wow…” The smell is so much stronger under the skin! It’s like sweat, but tangier. It’s nice… I can’t stop my nose from taking in more. Every time I take a whiff, it is as if my brain shuts down for a moment. It’s making me feel all fuzzy and weird inside. My thighs are rubbing together… What is this feeling?

I snap out of it, looking up to you, being left in the cold. “S-Sorry, I got a bit too into it…” I take my hands off and let the skin go back to its place.

Licking my lips with an excited look on my face, I go right back into action. This time, I wrap my lips around the tip of your foreskin and begin sucking on it, pulling the extra skin into my mouth, slowly pulling away my head as I watch it stretching further and further away. Then, just before I hit the limit that I’ve grown recently familiar with, I let go, and the skin snaps back into place. I then take it into my mouth again and start swirling my tongue around the outside, focusing on the tip, moving it around while my fingers do the rest of the work. It’s still hard to multitask this, but I feel like I’m getting the hang of it.

“K-Kanata, that’s…”

I look up and moan a “Mh~?”, unsure of what you are trying to say.

“If you keep doing it at this pace, I’m going to come.”

Come? Come where? What a strange thing to say! I pay it no mind, continuing my work. I flip the foreskin between my teeth with my tongue, giving it an occasional very soft nibbling, enjoying the feeling of your skin between my teeth. I can feel my hand getting better at the job even while I am focusing on using my mouth. My grip grows tighter and my pace gets faster.

Your legs start coming together as the muscles in your body start becoming tense. If you’re acting like this, then it must be feeling really good! I take the entirety of your foreskin into my mouth and start sucking on it, even bobbing my head up and down slightly, still swirling my tongue around, playing with your tip inside my increasingly wettening mouth. Your feet start moving around and you seem to struggle with where to leave your hands, your breathing getting heavier and more ragged. You even let out an occasionally moan or two. Something is weird… Is it supposed to feel this good?

“Kanata, I’m cumming…!”

Why does it sound like you’re saying it with an “U”? Is it something I should worry abo-

Before I can finish my train of thought, your hips thrust forward and you bring your cock all the way up to the base into my mouth. I widen my eyes in surprise, but that’s only the start of it. Suddenly, as your cock throbs harder than it ever did before, I feel a warm, gooey liquid flooding into my mouth with a taste too salty, different from anything I’ve ever tasted before.

“Mmmhm?!!” I moan, surprised, but I don’t take my mouth away. I can feel it coming in spurts, accompanied by short thrusts of your hips as you struggle to breathe through groans of pleasure, and soon enough, from the sheer amount of it, it starts pooling inside the bottom of my mouth.

Once I feel like it’s done, I pull my mouth away and let your wet member, covered whole by my saliva, flop onto your thigh; the white liquid still oozing out from the tip of your foreskin in small amounts. Your body falls back down onto the bed, now covered in sweat and panting, unable to say a word.

My cheeks are stuffed full like a hamster, unsure of what to do with this sticky thing inside my mouth. I start playing around with it with my tongue; the taste is kind of weird, and sticks all over, but… It should be fine to swallow it, right? With a very loud gulp that catches your attention, I swallow the whole load in one go. At least, I try to, as it starts sticking to my throat. Gulp after gulp, each and every one clearly audible from how hard I’m trying, eventually I manage to get it all down. I then wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and take a deep breath.

“...T-Thank you for the meal!” I feel like it's the only appropriate response I could give.

“Kanata, you didn’t have to swallow it.”

“S-So, what was that anyway? I knew it wasn’t anything bad right away, but…”

Your face turns to pure confusion, then as you realize something I’m not aware of, you break into a short fit of laughter. I can’t help but get even more confused myself.

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After some brief clean up, I remember why I was doing all this in the first place. “So you’re going to be fine now?”

“I was never not fine to begin with.”

“I see…I guess Matsuri-Senpai was wrong after all then?”

“What?”

“Oh, nothing. I’m just thinking to myself out loud. T-Then, good night!”

“Y-Yeah, good night…”

 I wave you goodbye and get out of your room, heart feeling much lighter, now knowing that I had no reason to worry at all. Since it is almost 3AM, I decide to go and turn in for the night.

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Morning comes and I go about my day as usual, you seem to be behaving in a weird way around me, but I’m not too sure why. But since I have to stream, I pay it no mind, making sure not to talk about any of the events that happened with chat, just as you instructed.

Later during the day, I ask Matsuri-Senpai about all that transpired, but she only laughs and laughs, asking and promptly getting disappointed to know that I did not record it without elaborating on the why. She did ask about the details a lot afterwards though, and got strangely quiet midway through my description of the events. I thought I could hear some wet noises from the phone, but maybe that was just my imagination. Watame still hasn’t answered back…I don’t know why she is ignoring me.

A few weeks pass by fairly quickly, and without any further complications, I manage to find myself an apartment to stay at. During my last night there, oddly enough, I start feeling a bit sentimental. I decide to give you a visit in the middle of the night for advice on why. Though when I open the door and see you almost naked, playing with yourself, I would find that advice was not the only thing I'd be receiving tonight…

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