Chapter 66 - Chapter 62

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"A Date?"

It was about two weeks after Aika and the others returned from their school trip when I received an invitation for a date from Anzu-chan—Suzukawa anzu, also known as Anzu-chan from Sagishina Middle School.

For those who might have forgotten about Anzu-chan, let me explain. She is the classmate of Fukuhara Ayaka-chan, the girl who worked as a maid during Aika's class's school festival.

Back when I was chasing Aika-chan all the way to Kansai, I reunited with Ayaka-chan on the Shinkansen. It was right after Reika-chan had blown me in the train's bathroom, so the encounter was a little awkward. And sitting next to Ayaka-chan was Suzukawa anzu-chan.

With her traditional, bob-cut black hair that made her look like a zashiki-warashi (a childlike spirit from folklore), she had a modest, distinctly Japanese beauty—plain compared to the French Anna-chan or Aika, who could pass as a celebrity, but that only emphasized her refined, demure charm.

And yet, despite her innocent appearance, she had a figure that far surpassed Aika's and Anna-chan's—voluptuous breasts and an ample backside that seemed almost unfair for a middle schooler.

I ran into Anzu-chan again in the hotel's open-air bath.

Originally, the plan was to "coincidentally" bump into Aika there, but that failed spectacularly, and instead, I ended up face-to-face with Ayaka-chan and Anzu-chan.

And since it was an open-air bath, they were, of course, completely naked.

Ayaka-chan, who worked as a reader model, had a beautiful body, and her D-cup breasts—more than generous for a second-year middle schooler—held my gaze captive.

But then Anzu-chan arrived, and she was on a whole other level.

Her breasts were so large I couldn't even guess the cup size, and her hips were just as impressive. Any man who wouldn't get turned on by her either didn't exist or was lying. I'm every guy who saw her must have imagined bending her over, pounding her from behind, and kneading those massive breasts at least once.

And then came the climax—our reunion on the bus.

While chasing Aika and the others to Kiyomizu-dera, I ran into Anzu-chan and Ayaka-chan again on a Kyoto city bus.

Unfortunately, I was in the very back seat getting a blowjob from Reika-chan at the time, so when Anzu-chan showed up, I was already fully erect.

Maybe she figured it out from seeing Reika-chan cumming from my nipple play, because Anzu-chan immediately grabbed my cock to finish me off.

What followed was nothing short of spectacular.

Anzu-chan's handjob skills were on another level—she had me cumming in no time. Despite it being practically our first meeting, she knew exactly how to push all the right buttons, and in the end, she even swallowed with practiced ease.

Anzu-chan had lost her virginity to her homeroom teacher back in elementary school, and since then, he had taught her all sorts of techniques. Now, she apparently had a boyfriend in her class, but her sexual skills were already far beyond what you'd expect from a middle schooler—surpassing even Mizuki, one of the most experienced girls I knew.

To put it simply, while Mizuki's knowledge came from books and videos, Anzu-chan's was backed by real, hands-on experience. She understood how to make a man cum, and whether her partner was an adult or not, she could make them lose control at will.

And now, this Anzu-chan had sent me an email through Mizuki.

Since Mizuki was the one who had invited Ayaka-chan to the maid café during the school festival, that was probably how she got my contact info.

"I didn't expect you to go after Ayaka's friend too, old man. You're more of a go-getter than I thought."

"I-I didn't 'go after' anyone!"

I immediately denied it as Mizuki looked at me with weirdly impressed eyes.

All I did was whip it out on public transportation—Anzu-chan was the one who decided to put it in her mouth.

(Though, now that I think about it, even that premise is pretty messed up. The open-air bath thing was also unavoidable, but at the very least, I never once actively pursued Anzu-chan.)

"But this is obviously a date invitation, right?"

The message from Anzu-chan read: "Please come to the fountain in ◯◯ Park this Sunday."

By any normal standard, this was a date invitation—and considering what had happened on the bus, it wasn't unreasonable to expect even more.

But I already had Aika.

We had already nearly broken up once, and it had taken everything I had to patch things up. If I just waltzed out of the house to meet up with some middle schooler I'd only seen once, she might finally get fed up with me for good.

"Don't worry about Aika. I'll just take her out shopping or something."

Somehow, in moments like these, Mizuki was oddly reliable.

I hadn't even said I was accepting Anzu-chan's invitation yet, but she was already acting like a full-on matchmaker.

"B-but…"

"Come on, what's one more middle school fuckbuddy at this point? Aika's even encouraging it, right?"

"Ugh…"

That shut me up.

Aika wanted me to have sex with other girls. Mizuki and Anna-chan were perfect examples. As long as I used protection, I was free to sleep with her classmates—even the ones who lived in the same apartment.

The catch?

Aika herself wouldn't sleep with anyone else.

She had this… specific fantasy about being gangbanged by strangers, but she had no intention of actually doing it. She was content to keep it purely in her imagination.

And that weighed on me a little.

From a guy's perspective, being allowed to sleep with multiple girls while they stay faithful sounds like a dream scenario. But when it comes to guilt, it's a different story.

Maybe if Aika also slept with other guys (though the thought alone made me sick), I wouldn't feel so bad about being with other girls.

"Aika wants that kind of thing from you, you know."

"That kind of thing?"

Mizuki's cryptic phrasing made me frown. What exactly did she mean by "that kind of thing"?

"A man who indulges his desires and sleeps around—but doesn't let his women do the same."

"That's the worst."

"It is. But ironically, those kinds of domineering guys tend to be more popular, don't they?"

I couldn't exactly deny that.

Girls—especially middle schoolers—often go for the bad boys over the nice, respectful ones. Of course, there are exceptions, but generally speaking, the rule holds.

"That's what Aika wants from you. In a way, she wants you to see women—including her—as nothing more than fleshlights."

In other words, Aika wanted to be treated like a disposable sex toy.

Mizuki said this with a straight face, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

I wanted to deny it immediately, but… I couldn't. Because there was some truth to it.

Aika was submissive in bed. We'd never done full-on BDSM, but at the very least, she liked the idea of being taken roughly.

"Not that she wants you to be a total scumbag all the time, obviously. But when it comes to sex, she wants to feel like a disposable toy. That's why she's you to sleep with other girls—me and Anna. Because nothing screams 'scumbag' like fucking your only daughter's classmates, right?"

Hearing it put like that, I couldn't help but reflect on my own actions.

Not only had I slept with Mizuki and Anna-chan, but I'd even taken Aika's little sister, Reika.

Going after your precious only daughter's classmates and her sister? That's bottom-of-the-barrel behavior.

But according to Mizuki, that was exactly what Aika wanted from me.

Of course, as Mizuki said, it wasn't like she expected me to be a degenerate 24/7. At home, during meals or casual conversations, Aika still wanted me to act like a father—or a boyfriend.

(The fact that those two roles were intertwined was probably due to her unusual upbringing.)

At the very least, Aika didn't want me to be a complete scumbag—just someone who was selfish and unrestrained when it came to sex.

"One of many. Just another member of the harem. When it comes to sex, Aika wants to be on the same level as a disposable fleshlight. But outside of that, she wants to be the one and only—the most special girl in the world. You get what I mean?"

It was complicated, but I thought I kind of understood what Aika wanted.

Girls' feelings have always been complex, even back when I was a student. And any father trying to understand his daughter's emotions—regardless of how unusual the circumstances—is bound to struggle.

It had only been a few months since Aika and I became father and daughter.

And it seemed we still had a long way to go.

"So, long story short—go on that date with Anzu-chan. I'm pretty sure Aika would want you to."

With that, Mizuki headed back to her room, probably to figure out how to keep Aika occupied on Sunday.

"Even if she 'wants me to,' that doesn't make it any easier…"

But even if I understood it logically, the idea of openly going on a date with another girl still felt wrong.

Besides, I wasn't even sure if this was a date invitation. Anzu-chan had a boyfriend, after all. If I showed up and it turned out to be something else, I'd be making a complete fool of myself.

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"You… actually came?"

The following Sunday, despite my reservations, I went to the park.

And there, in front of the fountain, stood a girl dressed to the nines.

A frilly, fairy-tale-like dress. A small leather handbag. Gothic Lolita shoes straight out of Alice in Wonderland.

Yet it didn't come off as over-the-top cosplay—probably because she was a reader model.

Her semi-long hair was soft and fluffy.

And her face was strikingly mature for a middle schooler.

That's right.

It was Fukuhara Ayaka-chan.

"W-why…?"

I had been certain Anzu-chan would be the one waiting for me, so I was completely thrown off.

Ayaka-chan had initially seen me as "cool," but after the incident with Reika-chan and the open-air bath, I was sure she looked down on me now.

But judging by her outfit and the blush on her cheeks, it almost seemed like… she had been looking forward to this date.

"Were you expecting me?"

From behind the fountain, Anzu-chan—with her short hair—peeked out.

Compared to Ayaka-chan, her outfit was much plainer—just a T-shirt and half-pants. But my eyes were immediately drawn to her chest, which looked ready to burst out of her shirt, and her backside, which stretched the fabric of her shorts to the limit.

"Of course, I wouldn't leave Ayaka all alone. But just so you know, she was the one who invited you today."

"Ayaka-chan did…?"

The girl beside me stayed silent, her face red.

If this were just a joke, she probably would've denied it by now. But her reaction made it clear—this was real.

"Today, you're going on a date with Ayaka-chan. Of course, for safety reasons, I won't leave you two alone—but I'll just be following from a distance, so don't mind me and enjoy yourselves!"

Watching Anzu-chan grin as she appointed herself both Cupid and chaperone, I couldn't help but laugh wryly.