The afternoon sun beat down on the Sainan High gymnasium roof, turning the building into an oven. Inside, P.E. class was wrapping up, but Rito was currently busy hauling equipment into the storage room.
"Last one," Rito muttered, dropping a heavy bag of volleyballs onto the shelf. He wiped sweat from his forehead with the back of his arm.
"Yuuki-kun? Do you need help?"
Haruna stepped into the small, cluttered room. She was wearing her gym uniform: a white t-shirt with her name tag and the standard, high-cut navy bloomers. Her skin was flushed pink from exercise, and a few strands of dark hair clung to her damp neck.
Rito's heart did a familiar flip. Even sweaty and tired, she was cute.
"I'm good, Sairenji. Just finishing—"
SLAM!
The heavy metal door slammed shut behind them, plunging the room into dim, dusty twilight. The sound of a heavy lock clicking into place echoed with finality.
"HAH! I HAVE YOU NOW!"
Ren's voice came muffled through the door.
"Ren?!" Rito shouted, banging on the metal. "What are you doing?!"
"I saw you two!" Ren yelled back, sounding triumphant. "Sneaking off to the storage room! Shameless! You need a timeout to reflect on your impure thoughts! I have jammed the lock with a chopstick! Reflect, Yuuki Rito! Reflect on your sins!"
"Ren, wait! It's like forty degrees in here!" Rito yelled.
But what Rito got in return was silence.
Ren had already run off, likely to pose heroically somewhere.
Rito sighed, slumping against the door. "He... he actually locked us in."
"It's... really hot…" Haruna whispered.
She was right. The storage room was unventilated, a concrete box trapping the day's heat. Within minutes, the temperature began to climb. The air grew thick and heavy.
And with the heat came the scent.
Rito was sweating. In a normal situation, this would be gross. But for the girls affected by Rito's unique physiology, it was something else entirely.
It was a biological anomaly, a trait woven into his DNA that explained his entire life. The same physics-defying luck that allowed him to trip and land perfectly on a girl's most sensitive spot, bypassing gravity and logic, wasn't just a curse. It was an evolutionary gift. He was naturally, biologically designed to stimulate women. His hands were perfectly textured to elicit moans; his body heat was calibrated to comfort; and his fluids, from sweat to semen, carried a potent, species-neutral pheromone that acted like a high-grade aphrodisiac.
He was, quite literally, a walking addiction for the female sex.
His scent soon filled the small room, a potent mix of clean sweat, sun-warmed skin, and the deep, underlying musk of his pheromones. It rolled off him in waves, amplified by the humidity.
Haruna took a shaky breath. Her eyes dilated.
To her, the room didn't smell like a locker room. It smelled like... desire. It smelled intoxicating, like a drug she hadn't realized she was addicted to until this very moment.
"Yuuki-kun..." she breathed, stepping closer. "You... you smell so strong."
Rito pulled his t-shirt collar away from his neck. "Sorry. I must stink. I did twenty laps this morning."
"No," Haruna said, her voice dropping to a whisper. She wasn't looking at his face. She was looking at his neck, where a bead of sweat was tracking down to his collarbone. "It's not stink. It's... good. It makes my head spin."
The heat was becoming unbearable. Rito grabbed the hem of his shirt.
"I'm going to take this off." he said. "Before I pass out."
He pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it onto a stack of mats.
Haruna stared.
His torso was slick with sweat, gleaming in the dim light. His 5-pack was fully defined now, deep grooves carving out his abdomen. His chest heaved with each breath.
But it was the smell that broke her. With the shirt gone, the scent of him was raw and unfiltered.
Haruna didn't back away. She moved forward; drawn by an instinct she couldn't control. She picked up his discarded shirt from the mats.
She buried her face in it.
She inhaled deeply, greedily, her shoulders shaking as the scent flooded her lungs. It was him. It was safe, and strong, and incredibly arousing.
"Sairenji?" Rito asked, watching her.
She lowered the shirt, her face bright red, her eyes glassy and heavy-lidded. She looked at him, really looked at him, and then her gaze drifted lower, to the gym shorts that were already tenting with his reaction to her presence.
She dropped the shirt. She took a step toward him, then another, until she was standing right in front of him, the heat radiating between their bodies.
"It's too hot," she whispered, her hands moving to the hem of her own gym shirt. "I... I think I need to take mine off too."
…
"I... I think I need to take mine off too."
Haruna didn't wait for an answer. Her hands, trembling slightly, gripped the hem of her gym shirt.
Rustle...
She pulled the fabric up. Her stomach was revealed first, pale, smooth, and glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. Then her ribcage, expanding with shallow, heated breaths. Finally, she pulled the shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor.
She wasn't wearing a bra. Just the thin, white cotton of the gym shirt had been covering her. Now, she was bare to the waist. Her breasts, soft and shaped with a gentle, natural curve, rose and fell rapidly. Her nipples were already stiff, reacting to the heat and the pheromones saturating the air.
"S-Sairenji..." Rito swallowed hard. "You're..."
"Hot," she whispered, her eyes glazed. She stepped between his legs, drawn like a moth to a flame. "I'm so hot, Yuuki-kun. And you... you smell like everything I want."
She dropped to her knees.
Thump.
She didn't look at his face. She looked straight at his gym shorts, where the massive tent was throbbing, the fabric darkened by a wet patch at the tip.
She reached out, hooked her fingers into the waistband, and yanked it down.
Boing.
Rito's cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach before settling hard and heavy. The scent hit her instantly, concentrated, musky, and irresistible.
Suuuu...
Haruna inhaled sharply, her nose twitching.
"Oh..." she moaned, a low, vibrating sound. "It's... stronger down here."
She leaned forward. She didn't touch him with her hands. Instead, she pressed her chest together, sandwiching his throbbing shaft between her soft, sweat-slicked breasts.
Squish.
The sensation was heaven. Rito hissed, his hands flying to her shoulders to steady himself. Her skin was impossibly soft against his hard, veiny shaft, the contrast driving him crazy.
"Sairenji... that feels..."
"Does it?" she murmured, beginning to move her head up and down.
Rub... slide... schlick...
Her breasts massaged him, the sweat acting as a natural lubricant. But Haruna seemed distracted. She kept leaning down, burying her nose into his pubic hair, into the crease of his thigh.
Sniff... haah...
"So good..." she whispered, her breath hot on his skin. "Yuuki-kun... your balls... they smell amazing."
She moved lower, her tongue darting out to taste the heavy, low-hanging orbs.
Lick... chu...
She kissed his scrotum, inhaling deeply against the wrinkled skin. Then, driven by the addictive scent, she went further. She pushed his balls up and buried her face in his perineum, her tongue exploring the taboo area near his back door.
Lick... slurp...
"Sairenji?!" Rito gasped, his spine arching. The sensation of her tongue there, rimming him, worshipping his scent, was a shock of pure electric pleasure.
"It smells... like musk... and honey..." she slurred, her eyes rolling back slightly. She was drunk on him.
She pulled back up, resuming the paizuri, harder this time.
Schlick-schlick-schlick!
"I want it..." she panted, watching the head of his cock pop out between her cleavage, weeping pearly fluid. "Give it to me... Yuuki-kun... feed me..."
"I'm... I'm gonna—!"
Rito's hips snapped forward.
"HARUNA!"
DO-PYU!
The release was violent.
SPLURT! SPLURT!
Thick, heavy ropes of white shot up, painting her chest, her neck, and splashing across her flushed face.
Splatter... drip...
The quantity was immense, coating her skin in a hot, white glaze. It dripped from her chin, sliding down to mingle with the sweat on her breasts.
Haruna didn't wipe it off. Her eyes widened, the pupils blown wide.
"So much..."
She frantically used her fingers to scoop up the fluid pooling on her collarbone, shoving her fingers into her mouth.
Gulp... slurp... mmn...
"Delicious..." she whimpered, licking her lips, desperate not to waste a drop. "It tastes... sweet... electric..."
CLANG!
The metal door groaned under a heavy impact.
"TIME'S UP! HAVE YOU REPENTED?!"
Rito's head snapped up. "Sairenji! He's opening it!"
Haruna gasped, the haze of lust clearing just enough for panic to set in. She grabbed her gym shirt from the floor. With clumsy, trembling hands, she yanked it over her head, pulling it down to cover her chest just as the lock shattered.
CREAAAK.
The heavy door swung open, flooding the dim room with blinding afternoon light.
Ren stood in the doorway, posing heroically with his shinai, silhouetted against the sun. "Behold! The light of purificati—"
He froze.
He didn't see nudity, Haruna had managed to pull her shirt down, and Rito had frantically yanked his shorts up. But Ren didn't need to see it.
The smell hit him like a physical wall.
The small, unventilated room was thick with it, the heavy, overwhelming biological scent of sex, sweat, and Rito's potent musk. It was suffocating.
Ren lowered his sword slowly. He looked at Rito, who was slumped against the shelves, breathless and disheveled.
Then he looked at Haruna.
She was fully clothed now, but the signs were undeniable. Her hair was a mess. Her face was flushed a deep, feverish red. And there was a distinct, glistening wetness on her chin and the collar of her shirt that she was subtly trying to wipe away with her thumb.
She looked... wrecked. And utterly satisfied.
"H-Huh?" Ren dropped his sword.
Clatter.
"Why... why does it smell like a beast's den in here?"
Haruna looked up, blinking slowly, her eyes still glassy. She smiled, a messy, shy, but secret smile directed at Rito, then at Ren.
"Thank you, Ren-san," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "For... the timeout."
The realization crashed down on Ren. He hadn't stopped anything. He had locked them in a pressure cooker.
Ren fell to his knees, clutching his head, tears streaming down his face.
"I... I created a breeding ground?!" he wailed, pounding the floor. "I was the wingman again?! WHY?!"
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