Chapter 1: An Unexpected Reunion—My First Time Was With Kano-mama!? - 1
What kind of position are third-year students in, whose future paths have already been decided ahead of everyone else? They're so free it's almost off-putting.
Kōgi Urusuke was one such boy, whose employment at an acquaintance's office after graduation was already set.
“It’s kinda awkward being at school these days… I mean, sure, I could say I’m lucky to have my future settled early, but honestly, it’s not all sunshine and roses.”
The season was a little while after the end of summer vacation. After all, most of his classmates were in the middle of the final push for exams. Even for those getting in on recommendations, it would still be a little longer until things were decided.
Among such on-edge friends, if the carefree Urusuke, who had nothing to do with entrance exams, was around, it was inevitable that they wouldn't be pleased.
He hardly needed to attend classes anymore, so he made the minimum number of appearances required for graduation and spent the rest of his days lamenting his boredom.
“…The only thing I have to do is play online games.”
After all, he had to melt away his excessive free time. There was some studying he could do for his future job, but…
“I've been working there part-time since forever… Besides, the only other thing I'm crazy about is…”
Just as Urusuke thought of ‘her’, his destination came into view.
“Raise your voices—! It’s morning, but you’re not showing enough spirit, come on!”
““““““““Yaaaah!!””””””””
A single voice, more powerful than the combined responses of all the other members. The owner of that voice was ‘her’—the one Junsuke had been searching for.
The vigorous shouts continued as he walked.
“That concludes morning practice! Straighten your posture, bow to the dojo!”
““““““““Thank you very much!””””””””
By the time he reached the kendo dojo, he could hear the final chorus. Through the wide-open doors, he saw the members of the girls' kendo club, finished with their cleanup, heading for the changing room, and…
“Kogi-senpai!”
Sweat glistening on her skin, a girl in a kendo uniform turned to face him. Urusuke answered her call with a broad smile.
“Hanao! Morning!”
“Good morning. You're as energetic as ever today, Kōgi-senpai.”
She was a dignified girl with long, lustrous black hair, glossy as a polished mineral, tied back in a ponytail. Her features were dignified and androgynous, possessing a pure, clean beauty.
But what drew the eye more than her beauty was her overwhelmingly fantastic figure. Her massive bust strained even the thick fabric of her kendo uniform, and her hips swelled against her hakama* in contrast to her cinched waist. It was the kind of body one would only ever see in fiction.
The only reason I come this early in the morning is to worship Hanao in her kendo uniform.
Hijiri Hanao. Urusuke's junior, and as was plain to see, the captain of the girls' kendo club. Furthermore, she was so well-liked that she also served as the student council president, despite being only a second-year.
“If I look that way, it's thanks to seeing you this morning, Hanao.”
And she was, for all intents and purposes, his—Kōgi Urusuke's—girlfriend.
“That's flattering. You're always so direct, Kōgi-senpai. It feels nice. Wait for me, I'll wipe off my sweat and get changed right away. Let's walk to school together.”
In short, she was completely his type.
A year and a half ago, the moment he saw her as a new student, Urusuke had immediately launched a fierce campaign, managing to win her over after nearly six months.
Even I have to admit it feels a bit cheap to say it's just her looks, and I do like Hanao's crisp and clean personality, but…
Still, he was a healthy teenage boy. There were carnal desires that were hard to resist. They had been dating for over a year, and if she was an adolescent girl, then…
Doing this and that with Hanao's body… It's not like I don't think about it, but…
While waiting for Hanao to change in the locker room, Urusuke fantasized. However, the Hijiri Hanao in question would not permit any such sexual contact. The reason being…
“Kōgi-senpai. Have you thought about what we discussed before?”
Hanao, having changed into her school uniform, came back and walked up beside Urusuke.
“Eh, ah… you mean the thing about meeting your mom?”
“Yes. It concerns our future, after all. I want to introduce you to my dear mother at least once. For a wholesome relationship between a man and a woman, we must follow the proper steps.”
This was the situation. She was the very picture of integrity, and the same applied to her relationships.
The extent of the physical contact Urusuke and Hanao had engaged in was holding hands. According to her—
“The school rules prohibit relationships that indecently disrupt public morals. Sexual intercourse is something that should be performed by married couples, Kōgi-senpai.”
That was her stance.
What kind of puritanical upbringing did she have to think like that in this day and age…?
It wasn't that Urusuke hadn't vaguely considered a future with Hanao. That said, being told to think as far ahead as marriage at his age was a bit much.
In addition, Urusuke had a certain doubt when it came to such ‘wholesome’ relationships.
What if we get married without ever having sex, and it turns out our sexual proclivities or physical compatibility are terrible?
Of course, he could never say something so blunt to Hanao. And so, he had been dragging his feet until now.
But if we keep stalling like this, it's just going to be endless torment for me, that's for sure.
He began to think that by taking one step forward, their relationship might change, and Hanao might soften her views.
—Of course, there was also the aspect of his youthful lust simply becoming unbearable.
In any case, Urusuke decided to take the plunge.
“Alright. I'd be happy to come over.”
“Oh, really! Then how about this weekend? My dear mother should be free on that day.”
At Urusuke's consent, Hanao flashed a brilliant smile.
Ah… yeah, I really do love Hanao's smile.
And so, he found reassurance in confirming that his affection was directed at more than just her body.
—All the while averting his eyes from the fact that this affection was predicated on his own sexual proclivities.
T/L note:-
Hakama* - The traditional Japanese garment known as a hakama is usually worn over a kimono. Usually worn for ceremonial occasions, rituals, or martial arts, it resembles a long, pleated skirt or pair of trousers. Both men and women frequently wear it, though the style may change depending on the situation.
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