Chapter 7 | “The Beautiful Foreign Student and the Sacred Night”
After a slightly lighter dinner, reflecting on the afternoon, Charl sat on my lap, showering me with affection.
When Emma-chan’s around, my lap is her special seat, but when she’s not, it’s starting to feel like Charl’s claiming it, sitting there more often lately.
Charl seems to really love being on my lap, too.
“By the way, I heard there’s a huge doujinshi convention in Tokyo at year’s end. Tons of cosplayers will be there. Wanna go together? Since we’re in Tokyo, we could hit Akihabara, too, like you wanted.”
Remembering what she’d mentioned before, I invited Charl on a Tokyo date.
I figured she’d be over the moon, with all her favorite doujinshi up for grabs and cosplayers to meet.
But—.
“I can’t take Emma to a crowded place like that, and a day trip to Tokyo wouldn’t give us much time to explore… So, maybe we should skip it…”
To my surprise, she turned me down.
I was so sure she’d be thrilled.
“Is staying overnight a bad idea…? Kaguya-san’s an adult, so she could chaperone…”
Though that’d probably drag Kanon-san along, too.
With her Tokyo friends, she’d likely jump at the chance to join.
“No, staying overnight with A-kun would be wonderful… But I can’t leave Emma feeling lonely… And, well… being away from A-kun for days would probably be too much for her…”
Emma-chan’s super attached to me, so a few days apart might really be tough.
Even if we brought her to Tokyo, she couldn’t come to the venue, and leaving her with Kanon-san or Kaguya-san would be a hassle.
Sophia-san’s probably swamped with work and couldn’t tag along.
“But it’s such a rare opportunity…?”
Apparently, this huge event only happens twice a year, summer and winter.
If we miss this, the next one’s over six months away.
“Sorry for making you look into it. But with all the attention from that video mess… Honestly, it feels a bit risky. I’d rather… go later, when we can stay overnight, just the two of us.”
Charl’s got a point—going now with all the negative buzz could be reckless.
That’s why she’s saying we don’t need to rush.
As an otaku culture fanatic, she probably already knew about this event and that it’ll happen again next year and beyond.
It’s not the last one ever, so no need to hurry.
“Yeah, if we’re staying overnight, just the two of us would be best.”
“Hehe, right?”
Charl flashed a soft smile and nuzzled her face into my neck.
“By the way… shouldn’t we head to the bath soon…?”
And just like that, she beat me to the punch.
I’d been waffling on when to bring it up after delaying once, but Charl, as always, was one step ahead.
“Together… is that okay…?”
My throat went dry with nerves as I checked, just to be sure.
“Yes…”
Charl nodded, her cheeks flushed with shy warmth.
So, we’re really bathing together.
“Alright, let’s grab some clothes…”
I had stuff in the bedroom dresser, so I went to fetch underwear and such.
When I got back to the living room—.
“Um, which one does A-kun like better…?”
Charl stood there, holding a Santa outfit in her right hand and a nurse outfit in her left.
Uh, well…
“Those are…?”
“I thought I’d wear whichever A-kun prefers…”
As expected, even for her first time, Charl was planning to cosplay.
How does this girl always outdo my wildest expectations…?
Is my imagination just that limited…?
“I considered a cat cosplay, too, but since it’d be the third time, I thought something fresh might be better… It’s Christmas Eve, so maybe Santa’s the vibe?”
When I stayed quiet, Charl asked again, looking sheepish.
No, that’s not the issue.
That’s not what matters here.
“Charl, you want to do it while wearing something?”
“Eh…!?”
When I asked, Charl looked completely floored.
As if that was the obvious choice.
“I thought guys were into cosplay… Is A-kun different…?”
Her face paled, trembling with despair, eyes teary, clearly thinking I’d messed up.
“No, no, that’s not it…! I love seeing Charl in cosplay, but for our first time, I thought maybe we could do it normally…!”
The mood was fragile, and I’d fumbled it, so I scrambled to patch things up.
But—.
“Normally… I’m not normal…”
Seems I said the wrong thing, and Charl sank deeper into gloom.
With the big moment looming, my nerves were frying my brain.
“Ah… Um, I mean…! L-like, I want to save the fun stuff for later, or maybe too much for the first time isn’t great—I just meant I want to do it plain today…! I totally get that Charl loves cosplay, so don’t worry…!”
I knew I was rambling nonsense, but I desperately tried to reassure her without hurting her.
Maybe my sincerity got through, as Charl’s face lit up.
“Then, for round two, we can use these…”
“Round two!?”
How many rounds is she planning…!?
“Y-yeah, sure. But no need to rush, okay…”
I forced a smile, trying to smooth things over.
Sports festivals and tournaments showed my stamina’s not great, so I wasn’t too confident.
“But usually, everyone’s around, so it’d be tough…”
Normally, Kanon-san and the others are at the house.
With Emma-chan there, doing something like that would be near impossible.
But we have this room.
“If we come here, I think it’ll work…”
Still, we usually watch Emma-chan, and sneaking out after she’s asleep would definitely get us busted by Kanon-san and the others, so it’s tricky.
“True, if we leave Emma with Mom for an hour or two after school, we could even do it daily…”
Charl murmured to herself, hand on her mouth.
If she’s sorting it out in her head, that’s fine by me…
“Yeah, no need to rush.”
She seemed to settle on something, giving me a radiant smile.
Relieved, I took her hand.
“Alright, let’s go…”
“Ah… Yes…”
Holding hands seemed to set the mood, and we headed to the bathroom.
Naturally, Charl left the cosplay outfits behind.
In the changing area—.
“Would you… like to undress me…?”
Charl, face burning red, asked with an upward glance, hands clasped at her chest.
“Eh!?”
I was totally caught off guard.
I’d assumed she’d undress herself.
“Um…! I read in a book that guys like undressing girls in moments like this, so…”
My shock flustered Charl, her eyes spinning as she flailed her hands, explaining.
I was definitely in the wrong here.
“Sorry, you’re right… I think you’re totally on point. Is it… really okay…?”
I affirmed her while double-checking, just to be safe.
“Ah, yes…”
Relieved she wasn’t mistaken, Charl calmed down, nodding softly as she met my eyes.
My heart was pounding so hard it might burst as I reached for the hem of her top.
“Here I go…?”
“Yes…”
Checking one last time, Charl nodded shyly, raising her arms.
I slowly lifted her top.
Smooth, flawless white skin came into view, followed by her adorable navel.
As I continued upward, a black lace bra appeared.
I’d pictured her in white, but maybe this was her special occasion underwear.
It complemented her pale skin perfectly, and I couldn’t help wanting to stare.
But I restrained myself, pulling the top over her head.
“…”
Once the top was off, Charl quickly covered her bra with her hands.
She must be embarrassed.
“Next is… the bottom, right…?”
Still, she pressed forward boldly.
It felt contradictory, but she was probably torn between shyness and wanting to move ahead.
“How do you take off a skirt…?”
I’d never worn or removed one, so I was clueless about how it worked.
“Ah, there’s a zipper here…”
Charl gently guided my hand to the zipper.
Careful not to snag fabric or skin, I slowly pulled it down.
As it loosened, the skirt slid down.
“—!”
When black panties came into view, Charl quickly covered them with her hands.
With her hands between her thighs, it actually looked more enticing.
“…”
As I stared, Charl, for some reason, clasped her hands behind her back and stood with her feet apart.
It almost seemed like she was showing off her underwear.
“Charl…?”
“It’s… so embarrassing, but since you’re looking…”
Her embarrassment was genuine.
Her pale skin flushed red, not just her face but her whole body.
Her eyes were squeezed shut, clearly enduring the shame.
I should’ve hurried and finished undressing her to let her get to the bath, but her captivating figure froze my hands.
As I kept staring, losing track of time—.
“C-can we… move on now…?”
Charl’s voice trembled as she spoke.
She’d hit her limit.
“Sorry, I’ll keep going…!”
“Yes, please…”
I apologized, and Charl turned her back to me.
I’d never handled a bra before, but the hook was obvious, so I undid it.
Sliding the straps off her shoulders, starting with the right, Charl quickly covered her chest again.
“The bottom, too… please…”
“Yeah…”
At her prompt, I reached for her panties.
As I slowly pulled them down, a thread stretched from her thighs to the fabric.
The reason was obvious.
Charl was aroused, too.
Her cute, small butt came into view, and my head spun with excitement.
I was losing it.
“All do—”
“I’ll go ahead…!”
The moment I finished pulling off her panties, Charl dashed to the bathroom like she was fleeing.
She’d clearly been pushing herself to the brink.
My heart felt like it might explode, so I took a deep breath to steady myself.
Staring at her panties felt wrong, so I tossed them into the washing machine with her bra.
“Guess I’ll undress myself…”
Charl was already in the bathroom, and she hadn’t mentioned wanting to undress me, so I stripped down.
Wrapping a towel around my waist, I stepped into the bathroom—.
“…”
Charl was crouched in the corner.
She was desperately covering her chest and between her legs.
“That towel’s unfair…”
Glancing up, Charl shot me a sulky glare.
She was completely bare, while I had a towel, and she wasn’t thrilled about it.
“You ran off, Charl…”
“Because it was embarrassing…”
I gave an awkward chuckle, and she puffed out her lips in a pout.
Her childish demeanor almost made me smile.
But we couldn’t stay like this forever, so…
“Which part should I wash first…?”
“It’s my turn first…”
Saying that, Charl reached for my towel.
I thought I’d wash her first, but she wanted to wash me instead.
Probably eager to get me as bare as she was.
“Fine, but start with my head—”
As I spoke, Charl yanked off my towel.
“—!?”
And she looked utterly stunned.
Or rather, her face seemed to drain of color…
“N-no way… Is something that big really supposed to… fit…?”
With my cute girlfriend’s naked body before me, I was already at peak excitement… meaning the part Charl was staring at was, well, fully engorged.
Seeing it for the first time, she seemed frozen, unable to process.
Weird, she should know about this stuff, right…?
“Charl…?”
“Ah, um… I’ll start washing your head, so please sit on the bath chair…”
Charl, eyes darting nervously, told me to sit.
She seemed really rattled, but was she okay…?
Worried, I sat as she directed.
Then I caught her reflection in the mirror behind me.
The mirror was spotless, treated to resist fogging, so it was crystal clear.
Of course, Charl noticed and cleverly hid her body behind mine.
“Any itchy spots…?”
“Nah, I’m good…”
Charl washed my hair with care.
She was used to washing Emma-chan, so she was quite skilled.
After finishing my hair—.
“…”
She started staring at my back, lost in thought.
“Something weird…?”
Her intense gaze prompted me to ask.
“Ah, no… I was just thinking…”
“About what?”
“Well… There’s a way to wash guys that they’d enjoy, but I’m worried A-kun might pull away again if I try it…”
Maybe because I’d said I was okay with her being bold, she shared her knowledge openly.
Probably something she picked up from a manga or something.
I was dying to know, but if she did something too stimulating, I might not last till the main event.
So, I held back and—.
“I’m not pulling away, but maybe save that for next time…”
I chose the safe route.
“Got it…”
Charl sounded a tad disappointed but began gently washing me with a soapy towel.
I let her do her thing without resisting.
“I’m done with your back, so please turn around…”
After finishing my back, she asked me to face her.
When I did—Charl had stopped covering herself, her private parts now visible.
“Is that okay…?”
She’d been so careful to hide them before.
“You’ve already seen me, and you’ll see more later… Besides, it’s mutual…”
Seems she’d made peace with it while washing me.
Naturally, my eyes were drawn to her private areas.
“It’s so embarrassing I could vanish… But I’m relieved…”
“Relieved about what…?”
“A-kun didn’t touch me at all, so I worried you weren’t interested in my body… But seeing you look at me like this, I’m relieved…”
My restraint had actually made her anxious.
I meant to cherish her, but I’d hurt her instead—how ironic.
Love is complicated.
“Sorry, I was just holding back…”
“Please don’t hold back… I’d be happier if you wanted me…”
As she spoke, Charl began washing my front with the towel.
She cleaned my chest, stomach, arms, and legs, then reached for my groin.
“This part’s delicate, so I’ll wash it by hand…”
Even her gentle touch felt intensely stimulating, being someone else’s hand.
But I didn’t want to seem weak, so I toughed it out.
“—Thanks. My turn, right…?”
Now that I was done, it was time to wash Charl.
She nodded shyly, handing me the showerhead.
“Is standing okay?”
“…A-kun, you’re naughty…”
When I asked to wash her from behind, she saw right through my intentions.
Can’t help it.
It’s my first time in a situation like this, so of course I want to see her in the mirror while washing her.
“Don’t like it?”
“No, it’s fine… If it makes A-kun happy, I’ll accept anything…”
What a sweet, devoted girlfriend.
It’s taking all I’ve got to keep my excitement in check.
“I’ll start rinsing.”
I began showering Charl from her head.
“Ngh…”
As I moved the showerhead down, a soft breath slipped from her lips when the water hit her chest directly.
I knew her ears were sensitive, but maybe her chest was, too.
As I continued—.
“Ah…!”
When the water hit between her legs, a sharp, high-pitched sound escaped Charl’s mouth.
“Sorry, did that hurt…?”
I quickly pulled the showerhead away.
“N-no… It’s not like that…”
Charl covered her mouth, looking away and shaking her head.
So it didn’t hurt…?
For now, I resumed rinsing her body.
After thoroughly wetting her and washing her hair, I applied soap directly to my hands instead of a towel.
“No towel…?”
Charl shot me a heated, suggestive glance.
Was I imagining the anticipation in her eyes, or was I just projecting?
“Yeah, is that okay…?”
“No, it’s fine…”
With her approval, I placed my hands on her neck.
“Fuh… Ngh… That tickles…”
As I washed her neck, Charl wriggled and giggled.
Did she realize how much her movements were driving me wild…?
“—Eek!?”
When my hands reached her chest and brushed her nipples, her body jolted.
That part’s sensitive, too, it seems.
“Sorry, I’ll wash gently.”
“Y-yes… Nngh…”
Charl pressed her hand hard against her mouth, trying to stifle any sounds.
“Hic… Ngh… Fuhn… Ha… Ha… Nnnh…”
But she couldn’t fully hold back.
Her breathing grew uneven, and I could tell she was feeling it.
I was thrilled, so I got carried away, lingering on her chest.
It was impossibly soft yet firm—nothing like my own body.
The tips were a lovely pink, and the privilege of touching them freely was overwhelming.
“A-A-kun… Ha… Ha… You’re losing focus…”
Charl’s warning yanked me back to reality.
Right, this was washing time—getting ahead of myself was a mistake.
“Sorry, I’ll wash properly now.”
I carefully washed her cute stomach.
Even that made her tremble.
Is her whole body sensitive?
“Um…! I’ll wash that part myself…!”
As my hands neared her lower half, Charl suddenly grabbed them.
Her embarrassment must’ve spiked at the last second.
“No way, you washed me, so I’m washing you.”
“Eek!? D-don’t whisper in my ear…!”
I’d murmured softly, but that was a mistake for Charl, whose ears were a weak spot.
Her reaction only fueled me more in the moment.
While she covered her ears, I reached for her groin.
My hand brushed a protruding part and slipped—.
“Nnn!?”
—Charl’s body jumped dramatically.
I might’ve screwed up.
“Charl…?”
Her reaction was so intense, I nervously checked her face.
“A-kun, you’re too mean… That spot’s sensitive…?”
She gave me a teary, sulky look, her face bright red.
She thought I did it on purpose.
So, that protruding part was her clitoris…
I hadn’t studied much, with Charl and Emma-chan always around, and I couldn’t buy books or visit sketchy sites, so my knowledge was just guy talk.
“Sorry, it wasn’t on purpose…”
“Really…?”
“Yeah, I’ll wash gently…”
Apologizing, I touched her sensitive spot again.
It was noticeably warmer, almost hot, and slippery.
I tried gently rubbing it, but the slickness didn’t fade.
Since it was coming from her, that made sense.
It’s an important part, so I washed it thoroughly.
Then—.
“Ngh… Ha… Ha… You’re… Ha… Doing it on purpose…”
Charl suddenly leaned against me.
“You okay…?”
“Because A-kun… Keeps touching there… Fuhn… My legs… Can’t hold me up…”
Her trembling showed she was feeling it, but… too much stimulation made her legs give out?
Noted.
“You can lean on me…”
“No… That part’s fine now… Please let me sit…”
She’d hit her limit, so she sat on the chair.
I stopped touching her groin and moved to her feet.
As I cleaned her soles and between her toes, she tried to pull away, so her feet must be sensitive, too.
It wasn’t just her ears—her whole body was full of weak spots.
After washing her thoroughly by hand, it was time to rinse off the soap—.
“By the way, Charl, when I washed your groin earlier, you said it didn’t hurt, so why was it bad?”
I’d need to rinse that part, too, so I checked first.
“W-well… The stimulation’s… Too strong…”
Charl answered shyly, hiding her mouth and looking away.
Got it.
“I need to rinse off the soap, so can you stand again?”
“Eh…? Ah, yes…”
Though confused, Charl stood obediently.
I carefully rinsed her body.
When I reached her groin again—.
“N-no…! A-kun, I said that part’s no good…!”
Charl panicked.
To keep her from slipping, I gently hugged her from behind but kept the water on.
“W-why…!?”
Shocked I didn’t stop, she asked, trembling.
“You gotta rinse off the soap, Charl.”
“Eek…! It’s hitting…! My sensitive spot… Nnnh… It’s hitting it…! Aaa! Because A-kun touched it earlier… Ugh… It’s even more sensitive now…!”
Apparently, it felt more intense than before.
But it didn’t seem painful.
Her desperate cuteness urged me to keep going.
Charl tried to shift her hips to dodge the water, but I held her steady, adjusting the showerhead to follow.
Eventually—.
“N-no, I’m gonna…!”
Charl’s struggling grew frantic.
Gonna what?
Curious, I watched closely.
“No, no…! My first time can’t be like this…!”
She shook her head wildly.
“A-kun, please…! I don’t want my first to be this…!”
So frantic, she dropped her polite speech, pleading like a child.
Seeing her so unraveled, I finally realized I’d gone too far.
“Ahh! No, no, no! I’m really gonna—!”
“—Sorry, Charl…!”
As Charl tensed, I quickly pulled the showerhead away.
“…”
Without the stimulation, Charl rubbed her thighs together.
She seemed dazed, breathing heavily.
“You okay…?”
Guilty for overdoing it, I peered at her face.
“Ha… Ha… A-kun, you jerk… So mean…”
Teary-eyed, Charl shot me a childish, sulky glare.
Her rare expression sent my heart racing.
“Sorry… Was it okay…?”
“Ugh… It’s fine… But this is tough in its own way…”
What was tough about it…?
With no experience, I couldn’t tell.
“…”
Charl silently pressed against me.
Was she asking for something?
“Wanna soak in the tub…?”
The tub was filled, and we’d washed, so it seemed logical.
But—Charl had other plans.
“After putting me through that… You’re still trying to tease me…?”
Somehow, she looked dissatisfied.
I’d picked the wrong option.
“Sorry, let’s dry off and head to bed…?”
If we weren’t soaking, we should leave.
When I suggested it, Charl nodded slightly, so I got it right this time.
She dried herself, wrapped a towel around her body, and left first.
Did I… upset her…?
“Charl, are you mad…?”
In the bedroom, Charl sat on the bed in just a towel, so I asked.
I’d definitely overdone it, and if I’d upset her, I needed to apologize properly.
But she shook her head.
“I just came here before A-kun could tease me again… My first time should be in my boyfriend’s bed…”
Seems she fled because she thought I’d pull something similar if she let me dry her.
“Can you turn off the light…?”
She didn’t want to do it with the lights on.
“If I turn it off completely, we won’t see anything. Dim light okay…?”
“That’s fine…”
After she nodded, I switched to a dim light.
“Come here…”
With just enough light to see each other, Charl patted the spot behind her.
She wanted me behind her, not in front.
“Like this…?” I asked, settling into position.
“Yes, thank you…” Charl murmured softly.
As I sat behind her, she leaned back, resting against my chest.
Was this how we were doing it?
“Char—”
I barely got her name out when she spun around, her lips crashing against mine, silencing me.
“Mmph… Nn… Chu…”
Her tongue tangled eagerly with mine, as passionate as ever.
But the kiss ended quickly—the briefest French kiss we’d ever shared.
“Hehe… Payback for teasing me earlier,” she said, flashing a mischievous, almost devilish smile.
It was a rare expression for her.
“Even Charl makes faces like that, huh?” I teased lightly.
“I can be mean to A-kun sometimes, too,” she replied, her voice brimming with pride at her little revenge.
Man, what was with her?
She was just too cute.
I’d worried our relationship might crumble after the bathroom incident, but that fear felt utterly baseless now.
Still, I should probably ease up on pushing her too far.
“Touch me…” she whispered, her voice trembling. “After all that teasing… my body’s burning…”
Inch-stopped?
Confused but eager, I reached for her chest as she urged me on.
She leaned back against me again, offering no resistance.
I’d made her suffer earlier, so now I’d focus solely on making her feel good.
That said, I had almost no skill or knowledge in this department—nowhere near Charl’s apparent expertise.
But I could learn.
I’d watch her closely, note her reactions, and figure out what felt good and where.
Testing, I brushed my fingers lightly over her nipples, the most sensitive part of her chest.
“—!”
Her body twitched, but she stayed silent.
“Holding back your voice?” I asked, gently rubbing her nipples.
“It’s… ngh… embarrassing to be heard…”
A soft breath escaped her lips, betraying her effort to stay quiet.
Since she was trying so hard to suppress her voice, talking might make it tougher.
I kept experimenting—rubbing her chest, lifting from the underside—carefully observing her responses.
The moment she reacted strongly—
“Nnah!”
—was when I lightly scratched her nipples with my nails.
“You like this?” I asked.
“Tch… ngh… you shouldn’t ask that… nnn…”
Her intense reaction confirmed she did.
To get such a response from just her chest—she was incredibly sensitive.
But getting carried away would repeat my earlier mistake.
I’d be gentle, careful not to overdo it.
Focusing solely on her chest, I used the scratching she liked, but also traced her areolas without touching the nipples or pinched and rubbed just the tips.
What they had in common was avoiding roughness to keep it pleasant for her.
As I concentrated on her chest—
“This… it’s driving me crazy…”
Charl muttered, her hands slipping between her thighs as she squirmed.
“Huh, what’d you say?”
Too focused on her reactions, I hadn’t caught her words and asked again.
“Ugh… A-kun, you’re so mean…”
For some reason, she gazed at me with teary eyes.
I hadn’t meant to be mean—I’d tried to be gentle.
“The book said guys like making girls say stuff like this…”
Charl seemed to misunderstand, turning to face me before shyly looking down.
Sure, I’d asked because I didn’t hear, but I wasn’t trying to force her to say anything… right?
As I hesitated, she looked up with a longing expression.
“Please… don’t tease me… it’s driving me crazy…”
“—!?”
Her sudden plea sent my brain into a tailspin.
Charl… you’re too sexy…
“I didn’t mean to tease…” I stammered.
“Touch me… here, too…”
Kneeling, she lifted her towel, revealing her hidden parts. Liquid glistened, dripping from her groin to her thighs, some drops falling onto the bed, a testament to her arousal.
“Is that okay…?”
“If you tease me any more… I’ll break…”
The bathroom had been intense for her, but so was having only her chest touched.
Sex was so complicated…
I knew I should touch her there, but how?
The clitoris—she hadn’t liked the shower there, so maybe I’d avoid it for now.
Should I use my fingers inside?
Unsure but trusting she’d stop me if it was wrong, I pressed my middle finger to her secret spot.
Searching for the opening, even that slight touch made her tremble, her hand covering her mouth.
“Found it. Going in, okay?”
“Y-yes…”
She nodded, eyes squeezed shut.
Since she likely had a hymen, I figured I shouldn’t go too deep.
Carefully, I inserted my finger.
It took effort to push in, and once inside, it felt squeezed from both sides, like walls pressing in.
The heat was intense, almost scalding but not quite.
So this is what it’s like inside…
“Can I move it?”
Since I couldn’t feel what she did, I had to check.
Eyes still closed, she nodded eagerly.
Slowly moving my finger in and out—
“Ngh… fuh…”
A soft breath escaped her lips.
But for someone so sensitive, her reaction wasn’t as strong as I’d expected.
Maybe just moving in and out wasn’t enough?
Thinking that, I pressed the pad of my finger against the upper wall and rubbed gently.
“Nnn!?”
That got a clear reaction.
So that’s what she liked.
“I’ll go slow, don’t worry.”
To avoid pain, I rubbed gently.
Even so, it seemed intense—Charl, who’d been kneeling, collapsed against me.
“S-sorry… let me change positions…”
She couldn’t handle it kneeling, so I pulled my finger out.
She sat back against my chest, giving me permission to continue.
“Should I do this, too?”
“—!? B-breasts at the same time…!”
As I rubbed inside with my right middle finger and scratched her left nipple with my left hand, she shook her head.
“Is that too much?”
“…”
When I stopped, she gave me a longing look.
Huh…?
Did that mean I should keep going despite her saying no?
Trying again, she grabbed my arm tightly but didn’t say “no.”
So it wasn’t actually bad.
This was way too hard…
Unsure of the balance, I kept exploring with my right hand for spots that felt good.
Eventually, my finger brushed a rough, textured area.
Why was only this part rough?
Curious, I focused on rubbing it.
And then—
“N-no…! Not there…!”
Charl panicked again.
Which kind of “no” was this…?
“Did it hurt…?”
I stopped to check for pain.
If it hurt, I’d stop immediately.
“No, that’s… a girl’s especially weak spot…”
So it was sensitive, not painful.
But how did she know that?
I could tell by touching, but could she tell just by being touched?
It was too intense—that I understood, but maybe that was unique to her.
My question was answered by a confession from Charl.
“—The stimulation… hiu… it’s too much… why… ngh… does it feel… nnh… so good with A-kun…? When I do it myself… ahn… it’s not like this…”
She mumbled it to herself as I rubbed or gently tapped that rough spot.
“…Charl, you do it yourself?”
“Eh!?”
I couldn’t help asking, and she turned to me, shocked.
“Did I say something…!?”
Seems she hadn’t meant to say it out loud.
Was she so overwhelmed by the stimulation that her thoughts slipped out?
“You said something like, ‘It’s not like this when I do it myself’…?”
“~~~~~~~!”
She had said it.
Covering her face with both hands, she shook her head frantically, squirming.
“N-n-n-no…! I’m not some pervert who does it multiple times a day…!”
Wait, so she’s saying she does it every day!?
Her excuse implied it was about frequency, leading me to that conclusion.
I’d suspected she had a strong drive, but not this strong…
But when does she even do it…?
I hadn’t had time to study this stuff, yet…
Oh… that one night when I woke up late, Charl was rustling in her futon. Was she sneaking it after I fell asleep…?
“Ugh… why am I the only one humiliated like this…?”
As I pondered, Charl looked ready to cry.
She must’ve been mortified that I found out.
She kept embarrassing herself because she dug her own grave, but I couldn’t say that…
“It’s okay… I told you, I welcome naughty Charl.”
Feeling bad for her, I hugged her gently and patted her head.
I was shocked she did it daily, but it’s probably normal for some people, and it’s not something to judge.
If she’s not doing it with just anyone and her feelings are only for me, then like I said, I’m all for it.
“A-kun… then kiss me…”
Maybe the hug and head pat helped, as she calmed down and asked for a kiss.
I obliged, tangling our tongues until we were breathless.
When we parted—
“Please… I can’t take any more teasing… do it for real…”
Charl lay back on the bed, spreading her legs and pleading.
Her most intense moment was in the bathroom, so I probably hadn’t given her that level of stimulation yet.
“For real…?”
“Yes… in the bathroom, I just didn’t want my first time to be with a shower…”
Oh, right, she’d said something about not wanting her first to be like that…
In that case, I wouldn’t hold back.
Still, going too hard might hurt her, so I carefully rubbed that rough spot again.
Thanks to all the teasing—
“Aah! Your finger… it’s intense…! It’s… ngh… rubbing my good spot…!”
Charl arched her back wildly.
“I-I’m gonna…! This’ll make me go right away…! Aah, I’m gonna, gonna, gonna!”
She screamed lewd words.
“I’m goooonnaaaa!”
She climaxed almost instantly.
The usually refined and pure Charl revealed a side she’d never shown.
No guy could see such a transformation and not get excited.
“Ha… ha…”
Sweaty and dazed, Charl lay on her back.
I wanted to see her even more undone.
As I moved my finger—
“W-wait…! Right after is too sensitive, don’t move…!”
The stimulation was so intense she snapped back, stopping me.
Seeing her so desperate after that wild display tempted me to keep going, but after the bathroom, I decided to behave today.
We weren’t done yet, anyway.
“Feel good?”
I pulled my finger out and peered at her face.
She grabbed the blanket, covering up to her mouth, and shot me a sulky glare.
“You shouldn’t ask that… A-kun, you’re asking on purpose, aren’t you…?”
“Nah… I just wanted to hear it from my girlfriend’s mouth…”
“Ugh… it felt good… if it didn’t, I wouldn’t have been like that…”
Maybe because I insisted, she admitted it shyly, acting a bit defiant.
I love her usual refined self, but this sulky, childish side is adorable, too.
I’m so lucky to be with her.
“Wanna take a break?”
I was fine, but Charl looked exhausted from the bathroom onward.
We had plenty of time, so a slow rest seemed good.
But—
“I’m okay, so come on…”
Charl wanted to keep going.
“Thanks. Alright—”
I started to say, then froze as a bad thought hit me.
We were about to become one—but I forgot to buy condoms…
I’d been so caught up I completely forgot about them.
No way…?
After all this, I’m stuck on hold…?
This is bad enough for Charl to lose faith in me…
“…A-kun, you didn’t get condoms, huh…?”
As I sweated buckets, Charl seemed to pick up on it.
Her sharp intuition was inconvenient at times like this.
“Uh, well… sorry!!”
I bowed deeply.
I never thought I’d make such a dumb mistake.
I’m screwed, what do I do…!
But—Charl didn’t get mad. She giggled.
“Huh…?”
“Ah, sorry… it’s just funny that even A-kun makes mistakes like this… You’ve always seemed so perfect, without any flaws, so I’m kinda happy.”
Why was she happy about this…?
I couldn’t understand her feelings at all…
“Don’t worry, I’ve got some…”
Charl said, hiding herself with the towel as she went to the living room.
When she returned, she held a box of condoms—
“Why do you have those!?”
—I couldn’t help but blurt out.
“Well… I bought them a while ago… and hid them…”
Seems she’d stashed them somewhere in the living room.
Preparing ahead like that… I really can’t compete with her on this stuff.
“Thank goodness… thank you.”
I thanked her, reaching for the condoms.
But—Charl pulled her hand back.
“Um…?”
Confused, I tilted my head.
“Do you really want to use these?”
She asked with a playful, devilish smile, tilting her head.
“You mean…?”
“It’s my first time… for the memory, I don’t mind going without…?”
Apparently, Charl didn’t want me to use one.
I never expected a girl to suggest that.
“If something goes wrong, we could end up with a kid…”
“I’d love to have A-kun’s kid right now… but we can’t trouble everyone else, right…?”
She gave a lonely smile.
If we had a kid, it’d burden Sophia-san and Kanon-san, and betray their trust.
That’s absolutely not okay.
Charl knew that and asked anyway.
“It’s a sweet offer, but sorry, I can’t agree to that.”
“Hehe… I knew you’d say that, A-kun. Sorry for asking such a mean question.”
I understood her feelings.
It’s my first time, too, so making it more memorable would be great, and going raw would be amazing.
But we have to draw a line.
If something happened, I’m not in a position to take responsibility yet.
“Your feelings really mean a lot… thank you.”
“I’m happy just hearing that… um, even if it’s not raw, can I put it on you…?”
She probably wanted that as part of the memory, too.
She asked with an upward glance.
“Yeah, of course. Thanks.”
“Ah… okay!”
When I nodded, Charl happily opened the condom packet.
Carefully, she put it on me.
Man, condoms are tight…
“I’m nervous…”
Lying back on the bed, Charl spread her legs, clutching her hands tightly at her chest.
First times are supposed to hurt—she must be scared.
“I’ll wait till you’re ready.”
Guys supposedly only feel pleasure, while girls feel pain.
So, we should go at her pace.
“No, I’m ready… I made up my mind long ago…”
Seems I was overthinking it.
“Got it, here I go.”
I intertwined my fingers with hers, pressing her hands to the bed in a lover’s clasp.
With nothing covering her chest, she shyly looked away, but I gazed at her adorable face as I slowly pressed myself against her secret spot.
“—Ow…!”
As I entered slightly, her face twisted in pain.
“Should I stop…?”
“N-no, it’s fine… keep going…”
She was clearly forcing herself, but I couldn’t disrespect her resolve here.
Pushing a bit further, I felt resistance.
This must be the rumored hymen.
It didn’t feel like it completely blocked her passage.
“Going slow might hurt more, so I’ll do it in one thrust, okay?”
“Yes, please…”
When she nodded, I thrust deeply.
“~~~~~~~!”
It must’ve hurt a lot.
She stifled a scream that was almost a cry.
Blood trickled out, showing how painful it was.
Meanwhile, intense pleasure hit me, making me feel guilty for her sake.
“Sorry, it hurt, didn’t it…?”
Tears streamed from her eyes, so I gently wiped them away.
Then, she gave a soft smile.
“It hurts… but I’m happier than that… my beloved took my first…”
This girl, really…
My girlfriend might have a strong sex drive and be pretty naughty, but she’s also cute, refined, and incredibly kind.
No matter how bad or tough things get, I’ll stay by her side forever.
And I want to protect this wonderful smile for life.
“A-kun… can you kiss me…?”
“Of course.”
Instead of moving right away, I kissed her until her pain eased.
