Chapter 056 Horikita Suzune's First Time
"Should I tie my hair up?"
After her shower, Horikita Suzune stood before the mirror, looking at her slightly damp hair with hesitation. Normally, she would leave her hair down completely after a bath and only tie it up once it was drier. The problem was, her boyfriend Shimizu Akira really liked her braids and her long, straight black hair.
When they were intimate, he would play with her hair more than once, and sometimes he couldn't resist smelling it when they hugged. She didn't understand much about these things—was that normal? Regardless, since it was Shimizu Akira, she wanted to make him as happy as possible.
"I have no choice then."
She thought about it, pursed her lips, and began tying it seriously in the mirror. Once her hair was set, she glanced at her exquisite, flawless features in the reflection and nodded instinctively; there was no need for makeup.
As for today's outfit...
Horikita Suzune was considerably bolder today than before. She wore a versatile short-sleeved blouse paired with a white knee-length skirt. Instead of her usual solid black stockings, she chose a pair of sheer white ones after some thought. She finished the look with a pair of light pink slippers.
Dressed and ready, she stepped out of the bathroom.
Aside from her, there were two other people in the dorm room. On this luxury cruise, all students from the first to third years were present, so rooms were shared by four rather than being single occupancy. Unlike Shimizu Akira, who had the luck of sharing a room entirely with classmates, Horikita Suzune was paired with three girls from different classes in her year.
Two were from 2-D, neither of whom she knew; the other was Ibuki Mio from 2-C. Currently, only the two girls from Class D were in the room. Seeing her dressed up so cutely, they were surprised but said nothing, continuing their conversation. Horikita Suzune felt a wave of relief. Fortunately, it was these two. Her relationship with Ibuki Mio was still like fire and water; if Ibuki Mio caught her, she wouldn't escape without a round of questioning.
She hurried out of the room.
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It was 9:30 PM. The corridor was exceptionally quiet. The elevator doors opened, and Horikita Suzune stepped in, pressing the button for her destination floor.
Floor X.
According to Shimizu Akira, the vending machine was located around the corner on this floor. When the elevator doors opened again, the hallway was empty. Horikita Suzune sighed in relief and followed the signs to find the machine. She stood before it, her cheeks heating up as she stared at the rows of buttons.
"...This is it."
She confirmed the item, took out her phone to scan the code, and the payment was successful almost instantly. Just as she reached out to grab the three packs of "small umbrellas," a familiar voice came from behind her.
"Horikita?"
Horikita Suzune froze completely. It was a classic case of "speak of the devil." She turned around slowly to see Ibuki Mio standing at the corner of the corridor, holding a bottle of oolong tea she had just bought, looking at her with a complex expression.
The two stared at each other for three full seconds. Horikita Suzune instinctively tried to hide the items behind her back, but the movement was so obvious it only drew more attention.
"Ibuki," Horikita Suzune asked, forcing herself to stay calm, "what are you doing here?"
"Buying water." Ibuki Mio shook the oolong tea, but her gaze went over Horikita Suzune's shoulder to the machine behind her. "What are you doing standing there?"
"..."
Horikita Suzune opened her mouth, her brain working at top speed, but she couldn't find a suitable excuse. Ibuki Mio's gaze moved from the machine to Horikita Suzune's face, then to her hands hidden behind her back, and finally settled on her outfit: the sheer white stockings, light pink slippers, and the clearly meticulously styled braids.
Ibuki Mio's expression shifted from confusion to a look that was hard to describe.
"Horikita."
"What?"
"That vending machine behind you... it sells adult products, doesn't it?"
"..."
"...You actually bought small umbrellas!"
Silence. Horikita Suzune bit her lip and said nothing. Ibuki Mio watched her, silent for a few seconds, then suddenly let out a sigh.
"I didn't expect you to do something like this."
Horikita Suzune pursed her lips, finally brought the items out from behind her back, and looked up at Ibuki Mio.
"Laugh if you want to."
Ibuki Mio glanced at her but didn't laugh. "Why would I laugh?"
"Because... this sort of thing doesn't seem like something I would do."
"It really doesn't," Ibuki Mio took a sip of her tea. "But you're human too. You have desires. What's so strange about that?"
Horikita Suzune hadn't expected Ibuki Mio to say something like that. In her impression, Ibuki Mio was cold, harsh, and had a biting tongue. They had been at odds since they first met.
"Tsk, why is this woman still on guard against me? Are you afraid I'll tell someone?" Ibuki Mio let out a cold snort when she saw Horikita Suzune's distrustful expression.
"Give it a rest. I'm not a gossip. Besides, did you forget? Last summer, when you were ignored by Shimizu Akira and looking pitiful like a puppy, I was the one who comforted you. Can't you show some basic respect to a roommate, someone who helped you, and a respectable rival?"
Horikita Suzune's memory was quite good.
Last summer, when she went for a fortune-telling session alone, Ibuki Mio had indeed spoken a few words to her. It seemed... she was right. Although Ibuki Mio's words were as harsh as ever, she really had comforted her then. However, given Horikita Suzune's similarly awkward personality, she certainly couldn't admit it.
"I don't remember. But I know you won't tell anyone."
"You!" Ibuki Mio glared at her. "Now that you're on good terms with Akira, you've forgotten me completely. So, you're going to see him tonight, right?"
Horikita Suzune turned her head away. "So what?"
Ibuki Mio tsked. "Given your rigid personality, if you weren't dating, you wouldn't be buying umbrellas and delivering yourself to his door. So, in addition to Ichinose Honami, Kushida Kikyo, and Kamuro Masumi, you've become his girlfriend too? I don't get it. How could you agree to him having a harem?"
Horikita Suzune hadn't actually thought seriously about this question. Thinking about it now, the biggest reason was probably that by the time she wanted to be his girlfriend, he already had several. Therefore, if she wanted to be with him, she was forced to accept the reality of the harem.
If there was someone to blame, it should be Kushida Kikyo, who was the first to agree. But if Kushida Kikyo had successfully turned Shimizu Akira into a one-woman man, wouldn't she have had zero chance? Horikita Suzune felt there was no point in dwelling on this; she couldn't leave Shimizu Akira now anyway.
Looking at the time, Horikita Suzune saw it was already 9:30 and said, "Are you done asking? I have to go."
Ibuki Mio felt a bit annoyed; this person hadn't answered her question directly at all! But she called out to her, "Wait, one last question. It has nothing to do with your private feelings. How many points did your group get in the special exam? Tell me, let's compare."
Horikita Suzune rubbed her temples. This person's competitiveness was as strong as ever. Perhaps this was the reason she called out to her from the start.
"230 points."
"What? 230? Our group only had 120!" Ibuki Mio was stunned. "Is the gap that big?"
It was double. There was no comparison. Horikita Suzune intended to leave after answering, but after a few steps, she saw Ibuki Mio still standing there, looking devastated. For some reason, she couldn't just leave it, so she walked back.
"Our group had Shimizu Akira. He contributed more than half the points alone. The individual abilities of the members are also crucial. You don't need to dwell on this victory or defeat."
Ibuki Mio thought about it and found it made sense. Shimizu Akira's physical stats were indeed off the charts. Her mood brightened significantly. But she quickly realized Horikita Suzune was indirectly comforting her and found it amusing.
"You actually know how to comfort people? Interesting."
"Who's comforting you? I'm just stating facts, just as you did for me last year."
This time, Horikita Suzune didn't look back and walked straight ahead.
"Wait! Didn't you just say you didn't remember that?! You remember it now?!"
'This woman is a total tsundere.
Tsk tsk. But then again, Shimizu Akira is something else. To be able to train this woman to the point where she'd dress up and buy umbrellas for him...'
"Wait, I don't have time to be curious about that. Even the most difficult Horikita is this proactive... what about my Shiina Hiyori? In a sense, hasn't this woman surpassed me in this area too? How annoying!"
Horikita Suzune found herself less nervous now. Was it because of Ibuki Mio? That woman had indirectly helped her. She reached the stairwell and went up to the fourth floor in one go. Arriving at the pre-booked Room 4024, she knocked gently.
The door opened almost the instant she knocked. Shimizu Akira was inside, clearly waiting. He had changed into a dark T-shirt and had likely just showered. They looked at each other for a second before Horikita Suzune looked away.
"...Come in." Shimizu Akira stepped aside.
Horikita Suzune entered. The room was larger than expected. A double bed was placed by the window, and the bedside lamp was on, casting a dim, soft yellow glow. Outside the window was the dark sea, with moonlight occasionally glinting on the waves.
"...It's not bad." Horikita Suzune's gaze swept the room, but she avoided looking at the bed.
"Yeah. I specifically chose a double bed."
Horikita Suzune's face reddened further. She stood by the window, not knowing what to say. Even though she was prepared and had even bought that thing, her mind went blank at this moment.
Shimizu Akira didn't rush. He walked to the window and stood beside her. They looked out at the sea together.
"Nervous?"
"...A little."
"I'm not nervous at all."
Horikita Suzune glanced at him. Shimizu Akira's expression was as composed as ever. He turned his head to look at her as well. Horikita Suzune was wearing the white blouse and knee-length skirt, and the sheer white stockings looked even more alluring under the light. However, her expression was incredibly tense.
"What are you looking at?"
"You."
"...What's there to see?"
"True."
Horikita Suzune felt like hitting him. She was just being modest, and he actually agreed. Looking at the awkward Horikita Suzune, Shimizu Akira couldn't help but laugh.
"Sorry, Suzune. You're always so serious. As your boyfriend, I can't help but want to tease you to see a side of you that's different from the usual. You'll forgive me, right?"
"Who said I'd forgive you?"
Shimizu Akira said nothing but reached out to gently pinch her earlobe. Horikita Suzune's body felt like it had been electrocuted. She whipped her head around to glare at him.
"..."
"Hmm?"
"Nothing." She bit her lip, swallowing the complaint.
Shimizu Akira withdrew his hand and stepped back half a pace to give her some space.
"Suzune."
"What?"
"Let me say it again. You're very beautiful today. Your hair, clothes, and stockings all look great. I just wanted to see you get flustered."
"You!"
Horikita Suzune raised her hand to hit him, but Shimizu Akira didn't dodge. He let her hit him; she didn't have a compass or a set square anyway. Horikita Suzune stopped after three or four hits.
"Why stop?"
"I don't feel like it anymore. You don't feel pain anyway."
"Then let's rest for a bit."
This time, Shimizu Akira took her hand directly. Horikita Suzune didn't resist much, and the two sat side-by-side on the edge of the bed. Then, his hands and feet began to get restless again.
"Where are you putting your hand?" Horikita Suzune didn't actually push him away.
"Didn't you say 'rest'?"
"I am resting!"
"..."
Horikita Suzune's words were cut off by a kiss. Shimizu Akira's hand moved slowly from her waist to her back, holding her gently. Ten seconds later, both of their breathing was ragged. Horikita Suzune lowered her head, resting her forehead against his chest, refusing to look up.
"What is it?"
"...Nothing, it's just... my heart is beating too fast."
Shimizu Akira reached out and gently stroked her back, over and over, like soothing a bristling cat. "Me too."
"Liar."
"I'm not. Feel it yourself."
Shimizu Akira took her hand and placed it over his heart. Thump, thump, thump. It was fast and powerful. Just as fast as hers.
"...So you get like this too."
"Of course I do."
"Then why do you act so composed?"
"Because I want to see you when you're not."
Horikita Suzune raised her hand to hit him again, but he caught it as soon as it moved.
"Suzune."
"..."
"I like you."
"I know."
"And your answer?"
"I'm not telling you."
Horikita Suzune bit her lip. Even now, saying those three words felt too embarrassing. Shimizu Akira's hand slid slowly from the back of her hand to her wrist, then her forearm, then her shoulder. Finally, it reached the first button of her blouse.
"May I?"
Horikita Suzune didn't answer, only gave a slight nod.
One. Two. Three...
The blouse and bra slipped to the side of the bed. Horikita Suzune instinctively tried to cover herself with her hands, but then she remembered that Karuizawa Kei hadn't hidden herself last time. She forced herself to put her hands down.
However, her tone was still stiff: "You take yours off too."
Shimizu Akira was stunned. "I have to take mine off too?"
"What else? It's not fair if I'm the only one embarrassed."
"What are you laughing at? Are you taking it off or not?"
"I am," Shimizu Akira raised his hands in surrender. "If you say so."
Shimizu Akira threw his T-shirt aside and sat next to her. "There."
"...There?" Horikita Suzune glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and quickly looked away. "Don't you still have your pants?"
"The pants too?"
"Of course!"
Shimizu Akira couldn't help but ask, "Wait, you haven't finished either!"
"You first, I'll follow later," Horikita Suzune said, still feigning composure.
Shimizu Akira's lip twitched slightly. "...Are you sure?"
"Sure."
"Then don't run away once I do."
"Who's running away!"
Shimizu Akira said no more and untied the drawstring of his sleep pants. Horikita Suzune's gaze immediately snapped to the ceiling, as if the patterns there had suddenly become fascinating.
"...Done," Shimizu Akira said.
Horikita Suzune remained motionless, staring at the ceiling.
"Suzune."
"...What."
"How do you know I took them off if you don't look?"
"I... I can tell by the sound."
"Well, you've heard it now. Your turn."
Horikita Suzune's body stiffened visibly. Her gaze wandered across the floor for a long time. Finally, she took a deep breath as if making a monumental decision and reached for the hem of her skirt. But she didn't move. She stayed frozen like a statue.
"...My hands won't listen to me."
This person is way too cute.
Shimizu Akira reached out, placing his hand over hers on the hem of the skirt. "Do you need me to help?"
She bit her lip and gave a small nod. Shimizu Akira's fingers slowly interlaced with her clenched ones, prying her fingers open one by one, then he took her hand and guided it away from the skirt. In less than three minutes, Horikita Suzune's skirt and panties were placed to the side.
Horikita Suzune instinctively covered her lower body. To be honest, she wasn't quite used to this level of exposure. Shimizu Akira, on the other hand, instinctively admired her figure. Her bust felt like a C or D, her waist was slender—likely an "A4 waist." Her hips were full and perky, and her legs were long. Her curves were truly charming. Horikita Suzune would look incredible in a cheongsam.
When Shimizu Akira withdrew his gaze, he found Horikita Suzune staring at him with a "What are you looking at?" expression.
"...Seen enough?"
"Not enough."
Horikita Suzune didn't respond. But her hands slowly moved away from her sides, as if allowing him to continue looking, or perhaps she just didn't know where to put them. Shimizu Akira reached out and lightly touched her waist.
"Here," his fingers slid slowly along her waistline, "it's very slender."
"Here," his hand moved to her shoulder blade, "it's beautiful."
"Can you not talk while you look?"
"..."
Shimizu Akira shut his mouth this time, silently placing his palms where they should be. Horikita Suzune remained silent for a few seconds, biting her lip. Strangely, when Shimizu Akira stopped talking, she became even more uncomfortable. She felt her body slowly heating up.
How should she put it? It was like cooking... you make a whole table of delicious food, but the person says nothing and just eats. She knew he enjoyed it—she could feel it from the intensity—but eating without a word felt a bit disrespectful to the "host," didn't it?
"Why did you stop talking?"
"? Didn't you tell me not to?"
"I tell you not to and you listen? Why aren't you usually that obedient?"
'Withdraw previous statement: Suzune isn't just cute, she's a handful.'
"The shape is very nice."
"Be specific."
"Very full and rounded."
"..."
Horikita Suzune was silent this time because the sensations in her body made it impossible to speak casually. It felt as if an electric current was spreading from her chest. It was hot and itchy, making her want to whimper. However, she kept her mouth shut tight. It was absolutely impossible for her to make a sound. She wouldn't be as embarrassing as Karuizawa Kei, crying out like that.
Until...
Shimizu Akira placed his other hand on her as well. Horikita Suzune's body snapped tight. Two hands! One hand had already made her nearly unable to speak; with both, her breathing lost all rhythm. Her chest heaved, her lips were bitten shut, but she refused to make a sound.
Shimizu Akira looked at her stubbornness and slowed his movements.
"Does it hurt?" he asked.
Horikita Suzune shook her head, still not speaking.
"Then why won't you talk?"
Horikita Suzune glared at him. The look meant: You're asking something you already know.
Shimizu Akira smiled and didn't press further. However, his palms continued their rhythmic movement, unhurried, as if he were deliberately waiting for her. Horikita Suzune felt her body getting hotter, as if something was melting inside her, spreading from her chest to her limbs.
"Akira..." she finally couldn't help but speak.
"Hmm?"
"Can you... can you be a bit gentler?"
"I'm already being very gentle."
Horikita Suzune realized he was telling the truth. His movements were indeed gentle, but it was exactly that lightness that made every inch of contact stand out.
"Suzune..."
"..."
"...Suzune."
"Why do you keep... calling my name?"
"Because I like you. Is there a problem with calling your name?"
Horikita Suzune had no retort. Or rather, hearing those words made her heart itch even more, nearly causing her to cry out. But she couldn't; it was too embarrassing. She could only desperately suppress her feelings.
"Suzune. You try calling my name too."
"...No... way!"
"Why?"
"No... reason."
"Suzune, if calling names is no good, shouldn't a couple be honest about sharing their feelings? You can at least do that, right?"
Horikita Suzune considered it carefully. Compared to calling his name, the shame of this was indeed lower.
"...It's hot."
"And?"
"My heart is beating fast. Much faster than usual."
"...And?"
"Mm."
"Your hands... are burning."
"It's your body that's burning."
Horikita Suzune didn't argue. Because he was right; her body was indeed burning, from her chest to her abdomen, from head to toe, as if something were slowly combustion inside her.
"Anything else?"
Horikita Suzune was silent for a few seconds before she spoke.
"Also... it feels good."
"What are you laughing at?"
"Nothing. Thank you for telling me."
"Didn't you make me say it?"
"Yes, so thank you for saying it."
"Suzune."
"...What."
"You just said it feels good. Specifically, where does it feel good?"
"Can you not ask so specifically!"
"No. Couples should be honest with each other; you said that."
"When did I say that!"
"Just now. You said we should share our feelings."
"That was you!"
"You agreed."
"...It's just, wherever you touch, it feels good."
"Specifically?"
"You!"
"If you can't say the feeling, calling my name is fine too. I'll accept either."
"...My stomach."
"And?"
"..."
"And?"
"...My thighs."
Shimizu Akira placed his hand gently on her waist. "Here too?"
Horikita Suzune nodded.
"And here?" His hand moved to the outside of her thigh.
Horikita Suzune nodded again, her face looking like it was about to catch fire.
"What about here?" His hand rested lightly on her chest.
Horikita Suzune's body trembled slightly. She neither nodded nor shook her head.
"Suzune."
"..."
"Your body is very honest."
Horikita Suzune raised her hands to cover her face, refusing to let him see her expression.
"Can you stop bullying me..."
Horikita Suzune's eyes were rimmed with red, her lips slightly pouted; she looked both aggrieved and adorable. It was a complete reversal from her usual rational self. Seeing this, Shimizu Akira found himself completely unable to hold back.
"Suzune, where are the 'small umbrellas' you bought?"
Horikita Suzune was startled by the sudden question and instinctively pointed toward her clothes.
"In the pocket."
Shimizu Akira immediately reached for the discarded skirt and took the three packs from the pocket. Horikita Suzune reached out, gently holding the hand that held the small square.
"I'll do it," she said.
She took the small square from Shimizu Akira's hand, looking down, her movements clumsy. Likely because she was uncomfortable being watched, it took ten seconds before she finally opened the packaging.
"Akira."
"Hmm."
"Can you... be gentle?"
Shimizu Akira didn't answer. Instead, he leaned down and kissed her lips.
This kiss was different from before—deeper, more forceful, as if he wanted to knead her into his own body. Horikita Suzune's fingers gripped his shoulders, and a tiny whimper finally escaped her throat.
"..."
'This idiot, why did he suddenly go crazy? Isn't he usually very rational?'
"Suzune."
"..."
"You cried out. Your voice really sounds good. You shouldn't suppress your feelings; you should just let it out."
"Shut up!"
She swore she would never make that sound again. Never.
Until Shimizu Akira moved his fingers to another place.
Horikita Suzune's body snapped upward. A short gasp escaped her lips, which she then bit down on hard. Shimizu Akira stopped and looked at her.
"To make sure you're not in pain, this is part of the preparation. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable when it happens. From the looks of it, you're ready."
"Suzune, at the very end, I still want to hear you say you like me. Can you do that for me?"
Horikita Suzune's head was spinning. Looking into Shimizu Akira's sincere eyes and recalling everything they had been through, she couldn't refuse.
"I... like you, Akira."
"I like you too, Suzune."
"Can you say it again?"
"I... like you."
"Suzune..."
"Ah..."
The next second, a muffled groan escaped her lips uncontrollably.
"Ah..."
Horikita Suzune felt she was truly being completely handled by Shimizu Akira. In the end, not only was she "eaten" by him, but she had said she liked him several times, called his name, and even those whimpers she wanted to avoid had...
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When Shimizu Akira woke up early, he found that Horikita Suzune, who had been sleeping beside him, was gone. A note was left by the bed: "I don't want to see you for a few days."
Was Horikita Suzune angry?
Shimizu Akira stroked his chin, reflecting on everything he had done last night. Was it because he deliberately paused a few times midway through the intimacy, hoping she would call his name and share her feelings? Well, for Horikita Suzune, maybe it was a bit too much.
Regardless, Shimizu Akira had finally successfully taken the final step with Horikita Suzune last night. Once they were back at school, he could go see her and rest together from time to time. He did some light cleaning, worked out a bit, and returned to his own dorm.
Ayanokouji Kiyotaka was already up, sitting on the bed reading. He didn't ask about Shimizu Akira's overnight absence, just nodded. He knew his friend had many girlfriends.
Shimizu Akira gave him a brief greeting and sat on his bed. Today was August 4th, the first day of summer break. According to the brochure on the nightstand, the ship had various entertainment facilities: swimming pools, a gym, a movie theater, a concert hall, a large observation bath, as well as a shopping area and open-air cafes. Since it was the first day of break, going out for a walk seemed good.
At that moment, his phone received a notification.
[From today, for two days, the detailed results of the Uninhabited Island Special Exam will be displayed in the lounge area next to the ship's gym.]
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