Chapter 15: The First Time — Slow, Wet, and Real
Chapter 15: The First Time — Slow, Wet, and Real
Part 1: The Choice
The hallway was quiet.
Just his bare feet and her breath.
She stood there frozen—Miyu—in a soft blue camisole and shorts that barely held back anything.
> "Y-You chose me…?"
Her voice cracked like she'd been holding it in for days.
Aoi didn't speak.
He stepped forward, lifted her chin, and kissed her.
Not rushed. Not lustful.
Not yet.
Just a kiss full of everything they hadn't said all week.
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Part 2: Locked Room, Unlocked Hearts
The door clicked behind them.
A single futon. A dim lamp in the corner. A blanket folded at the foot.
Miyu sat down slowly. Hands on her knees. Shoulders trembling.
> "I thought it'd be Sakura… or maybe Sayaka…"
> "It was always you," Aoi said.
"Since that day… when you wiped ketchup off my face and said I looked like a five-year-old."
She laughed, half tears, half nerves.
> "You remember that?"
He nodded. Sat beside her. Their knees touched.
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Part 3: The First Touch
He reached out.
Fingers brushing hers, then trailing up her arm.
She gasped.
Not from surprise — from surrender.
He leaned in. Pressed his lips to her collarbone.
> "I want to know you," he whispered.
"Not just your skin… your everything."
Her eyes fluttered.
> "Then… don't stop."
She guided his hand beneath her top.
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Part 4: Exploration
Her skin was soft. Warm. Slightly damp from the heat of the room—or maybe the heat inside her.
He kissed the curve of her neck.
Then her shoulder.
Then slowly down…
His hands lifted her top.
She raised her arms.
It slipped off like a secret, pooling behind her.
No bra. No fear.
Just Miyu, flushed and breathing fast.
> "I've never… done this," she whispered.
> "Me neither," he replied.
They laughed.
Then moaned, together, as his lips closed around her nipple.
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Part 5: The Storm Outside
Rain began to fall.
Light at first, then stronger.
Like the room itself was syncing with their rhythm.
She pulled him down.
Felt his weight. His heat. His heartbeat.
> "Aoi…"
His name sounded different in her voice now.
Like prayer.
Like sin.
Like a wish granted too soon.
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Part 6: Just Skin and Breath
They stayed like that for what felt like hours.
Hands tracing curves.
Mouths tasting silence.
Legs tangled.
She kissed his chest, lower, stopping just above his waistband.
> "Do you want…?"
He caught her hand gently.
> "Not tonight," he said softly.
"This isn't about finishing something."
He pulled her close.
> "It's about starting everything."
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Part 7: Afterglow
They lay side by side, hearts in sync.
The blanket wrapped around them like a quiet promise.
> "I think I'm falling in love with you," Miyu whispered.
> "Then I'll catch you," Aoi replied.
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