Komuro Takashi's life was taking shape with each passing step. Two women were only the beginning of his harem fantasy.
A new week began, one where weekends were dedicated to giving time and attention to the woman of the family who had taken him in after his loss, while after-school hours were spent visiting his favorite nurse, where he helped her with her... special maintenance.
However, this was the date Rei had promised to celebrate his birthday with him. The friendship between them had been preserved for the better thanks to Komuro, and she—more than just thanking him—wanted to confess her feelings to the boy.
"Wow, it's been a while since I set foot in this place," Takashi said.
"Since kindergarten, right, Takashi?" Rei accompanied him to her home. They had just left school and came directly here.
The Miyamoto Residence, a house Komuro hadn't visited since their kindergarten days.
The place where he met that chestnut-haired girl with whom he would share a warm friendship that had saved him to this very day.
"Come on, Takashi," Rei exclaimed with overwhelming joy, taking Komuro by the hand.
She wore a short black tank top with a neckline that left her breasts half-exposed, paired with a short white pleated skirt. Her hair was done up in its usual ponytail. "Welcome," she invited him inside.
"Thanks," he said once Rei let him through. "I hope I'm not interrupting."
"Don't worry." She closed the door. "My parents are out for the day. Mom went to visit my grandmother out of town, and my dad is at a police conference in Kyoto." In short, it would be just the two of them that day.
"Takashi... you know why I brought you here today." She walked toward the boy, who had reached the living room after they had both removed their shoes at the entrance.
Her downcast gaze and the smile on Rei's face indicated she was about to set some plan she had in mind into motion; her hands were clasped behind her back.
"Well, you said we'd watch a movie for my birthday, but that's not necessary," he spoke innocently. "Or do you have some other plan?"
"Yes, I actually do." She lifted her face, and a smile that seemed to radiate flower petals and light was what Rei emitted. But Takashi was no fool. "Takashi, why don't... we take a bath before watching the movie?"
"A bath, sure. Although I didn't bring a change of clothes."
"Don't worry. I can lend you some of Dad's old clothes in the meantime."
"Alright. If you want to bathe first..."
"The truth is... I want us to take a bath together, Takashi." She spoke with reservation, trying to keep her eagerness reined in. "For your birthday, I, Rei Miyamoto, want to give you a special service."
Already in the bathroom, Takashi was nervous about what was soon to come. He followed Rei's instructions even though he did so with doubts. After all, he preferred mature women, but he couldn't deny that underneath that uniform, Rei possessed an attractive, voluptuous body.
"Come on, Takashi, take off your clothes," she requested.
"Wouldn't it be better if you turned around?" Takashi exclaimed somewhat timidly, having the chestnut-haired girl standing right in front of him.
"No," she replied firmly. "I... I want to see Takashi's body. Please... let me see your body." She grew embarrassed during the final stretch of her sentence.
There was no remedy. Only some divine intervention could possibly put an end to this. However, until that happened, Takashi had no choice but to consent to Rei's demands.
He removed his school uniform one piece at a time, without impatience or desperation. Thus, the chestnut-haired girl was first able to behold Komuro's more-than-athletic, muscular torso and arms—biceps and abdominal muscles honed with dedication, something the uniform had concealed.
The blush on her face at seeing just how handsome Takashi was exceeded her fantasies. But those fantasies were surpassed completely when she watched him remove his pants, revealing legs equally strong, and what most caught her attention: the sight of the large bulge beneath Takashi's underwear. She believed it was big—bigger than she had imagined—and she was right.
"Rei, don't stare at me like that." He felt embarrassed seeing Rei's red face and her eyes locked on his little friend, reserved solely for the mature women he liked so much.
"Sorry, it's just that..." She averted her gaze and whispered, "You're more handsome than I imagined. Well..." She turned back. "Now it's my turn."
Piece by piece, Rei revealed that beneath her uniform she was wearing a green bikini. Not just any bikini, but a micro bikini—triangles over her breasts that barely covered her nipples and their edges, along with a thin, short strip of fabric that concealed her cunt, the garment disappearing between her firm, round buttocks.
"Rei..." Perhaps Takashi was attracted to mature women, but seeing Miyamoto in these clothes left him speechless.
"I bought them for you, Takashi." She spoke now without shame. "Tell me, do you like it... Do you find me attractive?"
It wasn't words that came from his mouth to say yes; it was his not-so-little friend that stood up and applauded Rei's beauty.
"I suppose that's a yes." She was happy.
In the shower, Rei scrubbed Komuro's back with a sponge after washing his long hair, which the chestnut-haired girl found cute. Her face was red from being able to touch the body of the boy she was in love with, while Takashi was uncomfortable. He had never imagined having this kind of encounter with Miyamoto.
"Am I doing it right, Takashi?" Rei asked. Takashi was seated on a small bathroom stool with Rei behind him.
"Y-Yes, Rei... is this really necessary?" He exclaimed nervously, trying to get his manhood to calm down. He didn't like being seen like this by a girl like Rei, but by a mature woman? That was his passion.
"It's something I want to do with you, Takashi... because... I like you." She whispered the last line.
"What?" He didn't quite catch the last thing Rei said. He was about to turn his head, also feeling that the sponge had stopped moving, when suddenly two large, pillow-soft mounds began rubbing against his back. "Rei!"
"It... it feels better, Takashi." The chestnut-haired girl was rubbing her breasts against Komuro's back, covered in body soap suds. As she did this, Rei unfastened her bikini top, and her bare tits caressed the boy's back with more direct contact.
"Rei, wait..."
"Now, we need to wash the front," she declared before Komuro could say another word.
Still seated on the stool, Rei settled onto the dark-haired boy's lap, unconcerned that her cleavage was fully exposed or that he was still aroused. If it were Takashi, she had no problem whatsoever.
"My breasts... they're starting to feel hard... I can feel your penis rubbing against my ass as I move!! Do you like this, Takashi...?" The chestnut-haired girl asked, smearing her tits against the dark-haired boy's chest.
"It... it feels good," he replied. He had learned to compliment women, even when it was awkward to do so.
"I... I really like you, Rei..."
The two of them were enjoying themselves in the bathroom, unaware that someone was entering the house through the main entrance after finishing her trip earlier than scheduled, without giving any notice.
"Rei, are you home?" It was Kiriko Miyamoto who spoke these words after noticing her daughter's shoes back in the entryway, alongside what appeared to be a boy's shoes.
"What could be going on?" She decided to investigate.
With that compliment, Rei suddenly stopped moving and provoking Komuro. For he had spoken words very close to what she wanted to hear. Perhaps he wasn't saying it out of denseness, but Miyamoto could no longer hold back.
"Takashi," Rei called out. "There's something I want to tell you." Her gaze was fixed on the boy, who kept his eyes on her despite his long hair. "You... I like you, Takashi."
"Eh?" He was taken by surprise.
"I said, I like you." She repeated and declared it to the four winds while still seated on Takashi's lap, her hands bracing on his shoulders.
"Ever since we were kids, I've liked you. But I wasn't sure until you saved me from falling." She spoke of that incident when she learned she would repeat a year due to a vendetta against her father.
"You told me you wouldn't leave me alone. I want you to keep that promise, just like the first one we made when we were children."
Like an avalanche, Takashi recalled the promise they had made to each other in the park connected to the kindergarten where they first met.
To be continued…