"Here it is," Natsuki gestures, waving a hand. "Closed up for now, though."
"Huh, so your house is a café?" I marvel, taking it in.
She's led me to a cozy, family-run coffee shop nestled in a quiet residential street—a place I'd never wandered in my past life. It's got a warm, easy charm, with the first floor as the shop and the second as their home. Bigger than I expected.
"Closed up, you said?" I murmur, eyeing the dark glass storefront.
"Mom's in the hospital with an injury," she shrugs. "So it's just a break for now."
"She okay?"
"She tripped in the yard and broke her thigh bone—femur. Surgery's done, and she'll be back soon, but rehab's keeping her off her feet. Shop's on hold."
"Hope she recovers quick."
"Thanks," she grunts. "It's no big deal, though."
We chat as we skip the front door—marked "Temporarily Closed"—and slip in through the back, where a "Natsuki" nameplate hangs.
"Coming in!" I call, stepping inside.
"It's kinda messy, so don't judge," she mumbles, cheeks flushing as she tries to block the cluttered hall with her body. "I wasn't expecting you! Normally, it's neat, okay?"
The entryway's a jumble of random stuff, but it's cozy to me—peak "lone guy's den" vibes. No trash or stray panties, so it's not even messy in my book.
In this second life, I keep my own space clean. No otaku clutter like books or figures—my room's wide open. Gotta stay ready for when I bring a girl home someday.
Anyway.
We climb to the second floor, and she nudges me into a room with an "Aoba" plate—her first name.
"Come in," she beckons. "That's my bed. No chairs or cushions, so just flop down. I'll grab a drink."
She's fidgeting, all jittery now.
I catch her hand before she bolts. "Don't need it."
"Oh… yeah."
I sink onto her bed and pat the spot beside me. "Sit?"
"…Yeah," she stumbles out, easing down.
I'm not here to play romantic—I'd fumble that—so I cut to it. If she shuts me down, this world's got plenty of options. Still, I'm not letting Natsuki go, and after getting this far, rejection's off the table.
"Let's dive in," I purr, flashing a grin.
"Y-yeah." She reaches for her skirt. "Strip?"
I grab her wrist quick. "Hold on!"
"What's that for?"
"Stay like that," I whisper, leaning in. "Just you, as is."
In my past life, I lived for clothed-action vids. A real uniform romp—with a legit delinquent, probably a virgin—and she's about to strip? No way in hell.
"Don't get it, but… do what you want."
"Oh, I will. Start with an 'ahh'?"
She nods, half-exasperated but ready.
Mouth first. That'll spark her fast.
"Kinda awkward like this," she mutters, squirming beside me.
The side-by-side angle's off. She fumbles for a better grip.
"Slide off, then. Stand in front."
"Right."
I spread my thighs wide. "Kneel… you know what's next, yeah?"
"…Yeah," she whispers, dropping down.
A guy's fantasy: sprawled on a bed, legs apart, her lips at my mercy.
"But this way, I can't get your pants off."
"Just unzip me."
"You're keeping yours on?"
"Want me bare?"
She freezes, thinking it over.
"N-no, stay dressed."
"Oh? Natsuki's into uniform play too?"
"Shut it! You started this!"
She's got a thing for clothed heat too—promising for later, maybe cosplay. For now, it's the real deal.
"Unzip my dirty uniform pants' filthy zipper, will ya?"
"Stop! You're so damn much!"
She nestles between my thighs, face flushed, fumbling with the zipper.
"It's stuck."
"Guess why?" I tease.
"B-because… it's hard."
"Nope. It's erect. Say it with me."
"…Erect! Because it's erect!" she belts out.
"Cutting loose at home, huh?"
"It's easier than outside!"
"That loud might carry," I murmur, nodding at the window.
"…Oh." She scrambles to check it—sealed tight, locked too. Close call.
"Keep it quiet tonight, yeah?"
"Tch, that's supposed to be my line…"
Hm? Do guys like moaning here? I test it with the sulky yankee at my knees.
"Do guys make noise around here?"
"They moan 'ahh-ahh,' don't they? You've never seen those DVDs? Oh—guys wouldn't watch those."
"So, you have."
"Every girl's seen 'em!"
…Huh.
Male actors faking moans are cheese, but I won't ruin her fantasy. Should I groan for her? Nah—I'll stick to my path, perv or not.
"Actually, you'll be moaning. Brace yourself."
"For real…?"
She's wrestling the zipper, nerves flickering as she wonders what's next. Finally, my guy's free—still under boxers, but the thick shape's got me smug.
"Your filthy mouth got me this worked up."
"My fault?!"
"Who else's?"
"Well… doesn't feel bad."
"Take care of it, then."
"Y-yeah," she agrees, slipping my boxers open to pull me free.
A stray thought hits me. "What underwear do you like, Natsuki?"
"Huh?"
"I've been picky about yours, right?"
"True."
"So maybe I should match what you're into?"
She goes still, mulling it over.
"What's up? Hiding another naughty kink?"
"What?! Another? What's that mean?!"
"So there is something."
"Well, I mean…"
I flash a soft smile. "Spill it. Trick out your boy in what gets you hot. What's your pick?"
"Drop that sappy grin… I… uh… black boxers, maybe?"
Basic as hell. I'd braced for white briefs, but it's normal.
Unless boxers are spicy here?
"I'll wear those next time."
"Really?" Her eyes spark.
"Aw, look at that glow. Boxers turn you on?"
"Dunno…" she mumbles, but her flush says yes.
That shy heat? Boxers are steamy here. I don't care either way—boxers, trunks, whatever. So I poke more.
"How's that stack up to white briefs?"
"Kid stuff. Like granny panties for girls. Only a weirdo gets off on that."
"No thrill in white briefs?"
"Nope, pass. What'd you think if I rocked little-girl undies with cartoons on the back?"
I picture Natsuki in magical girl anime panties.
"Uh…"
"Hey, Miyagi…?"
Some kinky soul might crave that. I feel the raw potential, even as a newbie.
"Uhhh…"
"Seriously… come on…"
Not my path, though. Cartoon panty fans fight a different fight. I won't judge—I'm just on my own battlefield.
"Little-girl panties aren't my jam either."
"Thank god! I was freaking out about us for a sec."
She rags on me as a perv, but this was her limit.
A shiver hits—my guy's been out too long, chilling.
"Natsuki, it's cold."
"Sorry!" She snaps back, clutching me still.
"Warm it with your mouth, quick."
"Stop that! It's not even that cold!"
Natsuki sighs, then looks at my manhood.
"...Here it comes..."
"Go for it."
In a flash, the tip's swallowed by warm, slick flesh—her mouth's magic kicking in.