700 DL short story below and one more after this. Remember, Makoto’s short stories build off of each other and this one is pretty important. It all leads into the final glorious short story LOL.
Supplementary Lesson Time
Yamana Makoto’s apartment was quite large for one person to live in. The living room was ten tatami mats large, the other two rooms were Western-styled and six tatami mats each, and it came with a large and stylish balcony. On weekends, residents could be seen drinking coffee gracefully on their balconies.
Incidentally, it wasn’t leased. The stocks he played around with when he was in university surprisingly suited him and he purchased his apartment with those profits. If he felt like it, he could use his abilities, which far surpassed his grandfather, and make another profit.
However, he didn’t bother to mention this. It was because Makoto himself didn’t think it was anything big. It might have been because his senses were greatly numbed after seeing monsters such as the leader of the Saijou Group, called “The World’s Saijou”, and the numerous development of hotels within the country by the Kuse household.
It was Makoto’s beloved girl who made him realize this. The reaction she had when he nonchalantly told her this place wasn’t rented would make him burst into laughter no matter how many times he recalled it. That expression, which looked like a pigeon who got hit by a peashooter, was adorable.
… In front of Makoto, after he finished this long recollection, was his girlfriend who was here tonight as well. She could have sat on the sofa that he was sitting on but instead she sat on the carpet, hugging a cushion, and was glued to an animal program on the TV. That was the position she always sat in.
If this were like usual then Makoto would be embracing her from behind and watching the TV together. He wasn’t interested in the TV but he was engrossed in her profile and nape while she was engrossed in the animals.
Since Makoto was always stuck to her, apart from when he was cooking, this large space wasn’t able to be effectively used at all. Once, when she pointed that out, he asked “You’re thinking about leaving me, aren’t you?” and they had a small quarrel… But that was also just a sideshow before they ended up tumbling into bed.
So, there was one huge reason why that Makoto, who was always underfoot, was keeping a tentative distance.
—She got a fever. The cause of that was, in short, too much sex. Her body couldn’t endure the activity of three days and three nights known as the “prep lessons” of several days ago. They ate and had sex, then slept and woke and had sex. Even when she contacted her uncle, he penetrated her from behind. At the end of those three days, by the time he realized it, she had a fever.
Makoto deeply regretted his actions. No matter how ecstatic he was at being called “Makoto”, he had been too excited. This is why he greatly endured the feeling of wanting to press up right against her behind. It was quite the trial for Makoto, who had greater sexual stamina than average.
On the TV a feature about dogs which he couldn’t care less about was playing as usual. However, his animal loving girl was smiling widely and she seemed happy.
Every time she murmured “Cute” he felt like answering “You are” over that.
He unconsciously let out a loud sigh.
She glanced at him when he did.
Makoto hurriedly grabbed a travel magazine that he had absolutely no interest in — a wonderful item to kill his carnal desires — and flipped through its pages.
“Aah, I wanna go to a hot spring.”
He didn’t really want to go much. He was content with this room where she was. But, right now, he couldn’t let his true feelings of wanting to make love to her be realized.
He was sure she was thinking about wanting to leave him due to the fever incident the other day, so if he laid a hand on her here then it would be the final blow. This was what Makoto thought and he was afraid of being hated.
Although, in the first place, he raped her so what was he talking about now at this point…
At any rate, he didn’t want her to get a fever like she did several days ago. He had been scared to death.
“Lately, my shoulders have been feeling stiff, you know.”
He rolled his shoulder on purpose and she returned her gaze to the front, not looking cautious. He heard her mutter as she watched the TV.
“Do you want to go to a hot spring?”
At her abrupt question Makoto answered with the name of the place his eyes immediately landed on.
“U-uh, yeah. Like in Atami city or something.”
“Oh, Atami. I went there with my parents when I was small.”
Makoto held his head after the conversation cut off there. “Come on, expand the conversation more!” he quipped to himself. Normally, he had more conversational skills but when he was in front of her he sometimes turned into an idiot.
He regretted this but she was already charmed by a new dog that appeared and took no notice of Makoto.
Having no choice, Makoto flipped through the magazine to kill his desires.
It was strange to say he was thankful, but he really wasn’t interested in it.
If they were going to stay at an inn, Makoto would rather set up a tent and grill fish.
Makoto stared blankly at the photographs for a while, but… he startled when the sight of a woman in yukata suddenly entered his eyes. The moment he thought that she would look extremely cute wearing a yukata heat pooled between his thighs.
He gave an unnecessary cough and flipped the page, trying to distract himself.
However, the next page had a trap of a woman soaking in a private hot spring in one bath towel.
In a flash, his imagination replaced that woman with his girl and he was turned on again. His penis was erect to the point where it was too late to be concealed.
Oh god, wasn’t this a treasure trove of fantasies?— Makoto struck the magazine on the sofa with resentment.
She turned to Makoto with a shocked expression.
“Uhh, nothing… there’s no traditional inn I want to go to.”
“… The inn I went to in the past with my parents was nice.”
He squirmed so that she wouldn’t see his crotch under his long shirt. Because his attention was on that, he could only give a poor response.
Maybe she lost interest again because she turned her head back to the TV.
Makoto meditated in a way where she wouldn’t notice. He emptied his heart and watched the animal program he had no interest in with a buddha-like face.
As a result of his desperate efforts, after several minutes of this, the bulge between his thighs deflated. He fist pumped in his mind.
However, for whatever reason, after several more minutes passed, she began to glance at him.
Sweat ran down Makoto’s back as he thought that maybe she realized he got a hard on because of his fantasies.
Her glances at Makoto increased in frequency until, finally, she stood up and came over to him.
For some reason she looked angry and so he became even more flustered.
“W-what, it wasn’t like I was—“
The moment he was about to try and defend himself saying he wasn’t fantasizing, she… plunked herself down between his thighs.
This was important and so he checked twice in his head.
She… was sitting… between his thighs. Then, like that, she leaned her back against his chest and watched TV.
“Erm, uh… what are you doing?”
Makoto lightly panicked and uncharacteristically tripped over his tongue.
She didn’t look at him and spoke in a curt voice.
“… Teacher, we always watch TV like this, don’t we?”
“If we don’t then you always get unhappy.”
“Erm, today, I’m not really…”
Makoto tried to say it was OK but then he noticed that her ears had become red.
She probably got concerned because Makoto, who always stuck to her, was keeping a strange distance and so she sidled up to him.
For a short time his thoughts stopped and then, several seconds later, his emotions exploded. He was so excited his heart hurt. Makoto groaned, sounding like a wounded soldier who was struck with an arrow, and put a hand to his forehead and looked up at the ceiling.
He seriously thought he was going to die because she was too cute. In the past, it seemed that the famous Saijou Touji, at the time of his wedding, said “My bride is so cute it hurts”, and Makoto understood that well. He was so overcome with emotion that he just held her without saying anything.
As he did this, she asked him a question while trembling like one of the small dogs shown earlier on the TV.
“Um… we aren’t going to do it today?”
“I won’t do it until your body gets better.”
“I’m already better.”
“But you got a really high fever because of me, right?”
“That was… because I was a bit tired and my body was weak, so I just caught a cold.”
“So it was my fault then.”
“… Teacher, you’re a really weird person. You raped me like that but at times like these you’re going to be reserved?”
She dropped her head back. Those eyes that looked up at Makoto were unexpectedly smiling.
Feeling somewhat spoiled, Makoto smiled wryly.
“I thought my heart was gonna stop when I thought about how you might die. I never want to feel that again.”
“I won’t die just from having a fever.”
“Are you tempting me? I’ll eat you up, you know.”
He raised one of her hands and play-bit her in a joking gesture.
She squirmed as if it was ticklish and then took Makoto’s other hand and chomped down on his ring finger.
“I hate how dense you are, Makoto.”
“I don’t want to hear the word dense from a dense person like you… Wait, say what you just said once more.”
“I hate you.”
“No, not that.”
“… My name.”
“What was your name again?”
“Hey, come on. I’ll seriously eat you. I’ll eat you all up.”
He nibbled on her ear and neck. At first, he was intending it as a joke but gradually he wasn’t able to suppress his excitement and he rained kisses down on her that made light noises.
She gave a small shiver… was it fear or was it pleasure? She had a face that looked like she was smiling through tears, but then she laughed softly.
“Since the review and prep lessons are done, I know more than enough now. That you’re like a starving wolf, Makoto. But I like wolves.”
“… Can I take that to mean you like me?”
“I don’t know.”
Makoto was drawn into laughing just like her and he kissed her cheek. For some reason those words, which should have been a rejection, sounded sweet today.
“Then we’ll have supplementary lessons tonight until you understand…”
She felt the difference in their physical stamina even in this “supplementary lesson” and so she began to secretly jog beside the river… but Makoto only learned about this much later.