Chapter 7: Miyu’s Meltdown — Study and Seduction
Chapter 7: Miyu's Meltdown — Study and Seduction
Miyu had always been the soft one.
The quiet one.
The one who waited.
But ever since that night in the hotel — the first time she let herself truly feel something — she couldn't stop thinking about it. About him. About them.
And now?
Now he'd been with Rika. With Sayaka. Again.
And she hadn't even known until the rumors trickled in — whispers from a locker room, a knowing look in the hallway.
> "Am I... not enough?" she asked her reflection in the mirror, cheeks warm, throat tight.
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An Invite to "Study"
She didn't text him.
She didn't ask.
She told him.
Miyu:
> "Come to my house after school. We have a test. And I need you."
No emoji. No nervous exclamation marks. Just need.
Aoi blinked at the message, confused... and a little concerned.
By the time the bell rang, he was already feeling nervous.
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Inside Miyu's Room
Her room was tidy, warm, with soft pillows and stacks of books. Her bed was neatly made, her glasses off.
She didn't say anything at first. Just let him in, closed the door, and walked past him. Her uniform clung to her hips with every step. Her hair was tied back just slightly — different than usual.
> "Sit," she said.
He sat.
She handed him a textbook... then took it away again.
> "You've been... busy."
> "Miyu—"
> "With Sayaka. And Rika."
A silence.
Then, slowly, she knelt in front of him, eyes rising to meet his — steady and burning.
> "And now, it's my turn again."
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A New Side of Miyu
She wasn't the shy, shaking girl from the hotel room anymore.
This Miyu crawled up onto his lap. Her hands, though trembling slightly, slid along his sides. Her lips brushed his neck.
> "You made me feel things I didn't know were possible," she whispered.
"Now I want to make you feel something new."
Her kisses were hesitant — then hungry.
Each time she kissed him, it got deeper.
More confident.
More... desperate.
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Books and Buttons
They never opened a textbook.
Instead, her uniform buttons came undone — slowly — each one slipping away with her breath. His hands found her waist, her back, the arch of her spine.
Miyu gasped softly.
> "Tell me I'm not just... one of many," she whispered.
> "You're not," Aoi said, breathlessly honest.
She smiled — not with her lips, but with her body.
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Fade to Sensation
They didn't rush.
It was slow.
Warm.
Emotional.
Intense.
There were no loud moans this time — just soft sighs, sharp gasps, whispered names, and fingers clutching fabric.
Time stretched. Hearts pounded.
By the end, Miyu lay curled against him, hair messy, smile real.
> "Thank you," she murmured.
He didn't need to ask why.
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A Dangerous Calm
As Aoi left her house later that night, his phone buzzed again.
Sayaka:
> "You've been quiet tonight... Are you hiding something? "
Rika:
> "Don't forget: Saturday. My house. I'm serious."
He stared at his screen.
Three girls.
Three completely different feelings.
And school hadn't even hit midterms yet.
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