Archive of Our Own ^beta

Chapter Text

Nishikata desperately wanted to talk with Takagi-san. It would’ve been easy if she were alone, but she was with three other girls at the moment, and it was just too intimidating. So, instead of joining them, he walked to school several yards behind them.

He wasn’t trying to do anything creepy. It wasn’t like he was following a group of girls, trying to stalk them or get a peek up their skirts or anything. Even if it was really windy, and the girls’ summer skirts were nearly flipping up as they walked, giving the young boy’s eyes a few tantalizing glimpses of their upper thighs.

He knew he should have looked away. He shouldn’t have even been looking at his classmates’ legs like that. And the longer he looked, the more likely it was that the wind would give him a glimpse of something he really shouldn’t see.

And yet, Nishikata did not look away. His heart pounded, some pervy part of his mind hoping he’d catch a glimpse of something far better than their legs. And while all four of the girls were admittedly pretty, his focus was mainly on Takagi-san. He’d never admitted it to anyone, but it was extremely obvious to all of his classmates that he had a major crush on her.

Then, it happened. One particularly forceful gust of wind caused the skirts of all four girls to flip up. They all shrieked and pushed their skirts back down as soon as possible, but the damage had been done. Nishikata had seen everything. Hibino’s were childish with blue and white stripes. Tsukimoto’s were surprisingly pink. Tenkawa wore bright yellow. But, most importantly in Nishikata’s eyes, Takagi wore a pair of pure white schoolgirl panties, and that image was now burned into his mind.

But then, the worst thing possible happened. After the wind died down, Takagi’s friends continued walking toward the school, but Takagi stopped and turned around. Nishikata froze as she made eye contact with him. He had no idea what to do. He couldn’t even act nonchalant because his face clearly displayed shock and embarrassment. She must have known that he’d seen.

What is she gonna do?!

They stared at each other for only a few seconds, but to Nishikata, it felt like twenty minutes. Then, finally, Takagi smiled at him. Not a simple friendly smile, but the teasing sort of smile she’d often give him when she knew she had the upper hand in one of their little matches. Nishikata was already preparing to deny everything, but rather than say anything, Takagi turned around and fast-walked to catch up with her friends.

Nishikata remained glued to that spot for a while longer. The thought of spending a whole day at school sitting next to Takagi-san when she knew he’d seen her panties -- that sounded like pure mental torture. But, he couldn’t simply skip school. Praying she’d never mention this incident again, he trudged forward, managing to arrive at school just before the bell rang.

As Nishikata had expected, the school day had been difficult to bear. Throughout the day, Takagi made no mention of the incident that morning, but she kept giving him that damn teasing smile -- a look that said ‘ I know what you did .’ Every time she opened her mouth and said his name, Nishikata flinched, expecting her to say something about it, but she never did. And, as usual, she seemed to delight in his suffering.

Lunch and P.E. had been his only respite, but even then, he couldn’t get the image of Takagi’s pretty white panties or her cute little butt out of his mind. And the burumas Takagi wore in P.E. certainly didn’t help him get his mind off of her. In fact, Nishikata was pretty sure she’d caught him staring at her ass at least three times in that class. His plausible deniability was quickly diminishing.

As the school day drew to a close, Nishikata was counting down the minutes, ready to rush out of the classroom and run home as soon as possible. For one, he needed to get away from Takagi-san. With any luck, he’d manage to get through the entire day without her calling him out for seeing her panties. And, secondly… he’d been hard all day. Ever since that momentary glimpse of her perfect, round, panty-clad bum, he hadn’t been able to keep it down, and he was desperate to take care of it.

However, Nishikata was never a lucky one.

“Nishikata,” Takagi said just as the bell rang.

“Ah!” the dark-haired boy flinched. “Y-Yes, Takagi-san?”

“Wait here a second. I want to talk to you.” As Takagi spoke, she wasn’t wearing her teasing smile. She kept up a friendly demeanor that would have certainly put Nishikata at ease under any other circumstances, but presently, it did little to calm his nerves.

“U-Um, sure, Takagi-san.”

And so, he waited. While the rest of the class filed out of the room, Nishikata pretended to be organizing his papers and sticking them into his schoolbag. Takagi merely sat there, resting her face in her hands, staring at him amusedly.

Once they were alone, Nishikata waited silently for Takagi to speak, a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead. “Um… Takagi-san? What did you want to talk to me about?” he asked, hoping against hope that this was all some big misunderstanding.

Takagi let Nishikata’s nervousness hang in the air for another moment. Then, she tilted her head cutely, putting on her trademark teasing smile. “ Perv .”

Nishikata gasped. “N-No! It’s not what you think! I didn’t mean to! I didn’t even see anything!” He stood up out of his chair, waving his arms wildly as he tried to defend himself.

“Hmmmmm…?” Takagi stood up as well. Crossing her arms behind her back, she stepped towards him, subtly swaying her hips from side to side as she walked forward. “So you saw nothing this morning, huh?”

“Yes! I saw nothing!” Nishikata repeated.

Takagi didn’t seem fazed. “Well then, how about a match?” she suggested.

“H-Huh?” Nishikata was confused. He didn’t know how she could’ve made a match out of this situation. “What kind of match?”

“Guess what color panties I’m wearing.”

Nishikata furrowed his brow. “What?!”

“You didn’t see them, right?” Takagi replied, the look on her face clearly indicating she was loving this. “So if you guess wrong, it’s my win, but I’ll know you were telling the truth.”

That didn’t sound so bad. All he had to do was intentionally throw the match. As much as he hated always losing to Takagi, it was definitely worth it here.

“However!” Takagi added, putting her finger up to emphasize her interjection. “As a penalty, the loser of this match forfeits their underwear to the winner.”

Nishikata’s eyes went wide.

If I lose… I have to give her my underwear?

That would be so embarrassing, he might just die. But then, another thought crossed his mind.

If I win… I get Takagi-san’s panties?!

His heart began to beat faster. He didn’t even realize it, but he was staring at her skirt, imagining the pure white panties he knew were underneath. But then, Takagi bent forward, blocking his field of view with her head, effectively catching him staring.

“Ah!” Nishikata jumped back, ready to defend himself again and swear he wasn’t a pervert.

“So, what do you say?” Takagi asked. “Sounds like a fair match, right?”

“S-Sure…” Nishikata agreed. If he had taken some time to think about it more, he would’ve known he shouldn’t have agreed to it… but at the moment, the thought of obtaining the treasure beneath her skirt had him too worked up.

“Great!” Takagi’s smile broadened. She pinched her skirt with both hands, as if preparing to lift it up and show him. “So, guess! What color are my panties?”

Nishikata opened his mouth, ready to blurt out the answer. But then, he stopped.

Wait! It’s a trick!

It was always a trick. He’d had enough matches with Takagi to know she was always thinking two steps ahead. She had to have something up her sleeve.

She’d never want me to win this match, and she knows I know what color panties she’s wearing. Unless…

Nishikata put his hand to his chin, and his eyes opened wide when he realized what the trick was.

She’s not wearing any panties!

That must have been it. She must have taken her panties off in the locker room after P.E., thus guaranteeing he’d lose no matter what color he answered with. Nishikata smiled victoriously, knowing he had her all figured out. He was finally going to win a match -- one in which he’d win an amazing prize, at that!

Nishikata chuckled. “You almost had me, Takagi-san.”

“Oh?” Takagi-san’s smile dropped, and for a moment, she looked nervous.

“That’s right. My answer is…” Nishikata threw his hand out, pointing at her dramatically. “You’re not wearing any panties!”

“Ah!” Takagi’s mouth dropped open in surprise, and for one sweet moment, Nishikata thought he had won.

But then, after a pause, a smile crept back over Takagi’s face. “You think I’d walk around the school going nopan?” she asked. “You must think I’m some kind of slut, Nishikata. That’s rather rude.”

Nishikata’s confidence dropped in an instant. “What? No, I-- That’s not--!”

Takagi laughed, then lifted her skirt up. Nishikata’s eyes opened wide and his mouth dropped in surprise.

Pink?!

How could they have been pink? It didn’t make any sense. Nishikata had been so certain he’d thought of everything, but the only two possibilities had been that she was wearing white panties or that she was wearing no panties. Where did the pink panties come from?

She set it up so that I’d lose whether I guessed white panties or no panties. Damn you, Takagi-san!

“You lose again, Nishikata,” Takagi said victoriously, letting her skirt drop back down as she let out a cute little laugh.

“But, but, but, how?” Nishikata asked.

“Who knows?” Takagi replied, stepping forward. “But, since it’s my win, it’s time for your penalty, Nishikata.”

Nishikata was horrified as he realized the ramifications of this colossal defeat. He had to give her his underwear now, like he’d agreed. “F-Fine. I’ll go take them off in the bathroom.” Dejectedly, he took a step forward, heading for the door to the hall. However, Takagi held out her arm, blocking his path.

“Nuh-uh-uh!” she tutted, wagging a finger in his face. “That wasn’t part of the deal. I had to show you my underwear. Now you have to take off yours. Here .” Takagi’s grin was about the smuggest and most devilish it had ever been, and Nishikata’s face burned bright red.

“But, but, but what if someone else walks in?” Nishikata asked, glancing at the doors nervously.

“No one else is here. If you’re quick, you’ll be fine,” Takagi assured him. “Now, go on. Do it quickly now, Nishikata.”

The dark-haired boy groaned, but he relented. Awkwardly, he unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor. He hesitated once it became clear that the erection he’d had all day was still yet to go down in the slightest, and it was now pushing obviously against the front of his underwear. Worse yet, Takagi-san was now staring directly at his bulge, and in a few seconds, she’d see his dick for real.

This is hell…

Biting back the humiliation, Nishikata worked his underwear down, pushing it over his raging hard-on and sliding it down his legs. His boner popped out once it was free from its confines, at which Takagi-san gasped.

“It’s not my fault!” Nishikata shouted, which merely got a giggle out of his teasing tormentor. Reaching down, he scooped up his underwear and held it out to her. “Here. Take it.”

“Thank you, Nishikata,” Takagi said smugly as she took the piece of clothing from him. She then slipped it into her bookbag, apparently planning to take it home with her.

Just then, the door in the back of the classroom slid open, revealing Tsukimoto Sanae. Nishikata yelped. He quickly reached down to pull his pants back up, but they wouldn’t budge. As he tugged on his pants, he lost his balance and fell on his ass. He realized in horror that Takagi-san had pressed her foot down on top of his crumpled pair of pants, preventing him from pulling his pants back up.

“T-Takagi-san! Move! Please!” he shouted, desperately trying to tug his pants out from under her shoe.

But Takagi did not budge. She stared down at him with a victorious, teasing smirk, all while Sanae’s shoes clicked across the floor as she approached. Unsure what else to do, Nishikata simply froze. He sat there with his pants down, while Takagi stood above him, smiling, hands clasped behind her back, daintily planting her foot nearly between his legs.

Sanae stepped up beside Takagi, surveying the scene with her usual expressionless face. Her eyes flicked between Nishikata’s face, his hard dick, Takagi’s shoe, and finally Takagi’s face. “So Nishikata-kun is into this sort of play, huh?” she asked Takagi.

“W-What? No! No, that’s not it, Tsukimoto-san!” Nishikata cried. Takagi laughed, drawing her foot back, finally allowing him to stand and pull his pants back up.

Sanae didn’t seem interested in his denial. “Well, I’m here, Takagi-chan,” she said to her friend. “You said you wanted to trade back after school.”

“Mhmm.” Takagi nodded. “Thanks again, Sanae-chan.”

Suddenly, everything clicked for Nishikata.

That’s where she got the pink panties from!

Both girls reached up their skirts and slid their panties down from beneath them. Takagi removed the pink pair she was wearing, and Sanae removed the white pair she was wearing. The two of them exchanged their panties, then slid their original pairs from that morning back up their legs. Nishikata could only watch in awe as they did all this right in front of him.

“Thanks,” Sanae said. She glanced at Nishikata again. Her face still betrayed no emotion, but he could feel her dark gray eyes boring into his soul. “I’ll let you two get back to your fun,” she said. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” With that, she turned around and walked back out of the room, opening and closing the door again on her way out.

Once it was just the two of them again, Nishikata and Takagi stared at each other.

“W-Why did you do that?” Nishikata asked.

“You liked it,” Takagi said simply. She cast her eyes downward, clearly indicating the visible tent in his pants, made all the more obvious now by his lack of underwear to keep his hard-on down.

Nishikata gasped and covered his crotch with his hands. “I… I… I…”

Takagi giggled, then bent down to retrieve her bookbag. “Better luck next time, Nishikata,” she said to him. “Have fun walking home nopan.” She gave him a wink, then turned and left him there.

Nishikata remained frozen in place for another minute. His face was red as could be, but as embarrassed as he was, he was even harder than he’d been before.

Damn you, Takagi-san!

“Damn you, Takagi-san!”

Nishikata repeated aloud the words he often said in his head. He was back at home, in his bedroom, with the door firmly shut. He lay on his bed with his pants down. He hadn’t had the opportunity to put on a new pair of underwear yet. Or rather, he’d had the opportunity, but he’d chosen to do this the very instant he got back home instead.

This meaning ‘taking care of his throbbing erection.’ As if everything else that day hadn’t been enough, he’d had to walk home with no underwear on, with his hard-on rubbing against the front of his pants, at constant risk of someone seeing it.

Even when she’s not around, Takagi-san still manages to embarrass me.

He pumped his cock at that thought, jerking away his frustrations from the day. He couldn’t help but do so. It had all started with a little peek at Takagi’s panties and her perfect little bubble butt. It had gotten worse seeing her in those damn burumas. She’d even lifted her skirt and flashed her panties -- or Tsukimoto’s panties -- at him in the classroom! But even all of that wasn’t to blame for his uncontrollable need to pump out a load.

“Damn you, Takagi-san…!”

He’d lost. Again . He always lost, but never like this . He’d never suffered such a total, utter, humiliating defeat at the hands of his diabolical crush. She’d forced him to strip in front of her, right there in the classroom. She’d taken his underwear. She’d drawn attention to his erection. She’d even forced him to remain exposed in front of Tsukimoto-san! He’d never been so embarrassed, so humiliated, so…

“Takagi-san! Takagi-san !”

Nishikata couldn’t help but call her name as he spurted his load all over himself. It was the hardest he’d cum in a very long time, and he’d ended up making quite a mess. He didn’t move to clean himself up immediately, however. Once he was finished, he lay in bed, panting, his hand still wrapped around his softening cock. If only Takagi-san could see him now. She’d know just how badly she’d truly defeated him this time.

“Damn you, Takagi-san…”

“Ohh… Ohhh… Mmmmm !”

Little did Nishikata know, Takagi was in a very similar position to him at that moment. In her bedroom, she lay splayed out on her bed, her head tilted back with her hair draped over her pillow. Her panties, covered in both her own and her friend’s juices, lay discarded on the carpeted floor. She lay with her legs spread, her skirt flipped up for easy access, as she furiously rubbed herself between her legs with one hand. Lastly, her other hand was busy, too. In it, she held Nishikata’s underwear over her face, inhaling his scent deeply as she masturbated to thoughts of him.

He’s just… so… cute!

Takagi could see his face so clearly. Nishikata’s shocked, embarrassed, tomato-red face. There was nothing cuter in the world than that. She took another deep whiff of her crush’s underwear, taking in the musky scent that could only have come from being worn by a sweaty, horny young boy.

He was like that… because of me!

He’d seen her panties. He’d seen her butt. And it had made him hard . She rubbed herself harder to that knowledge, finding it incredibly hot that he just couldn’t resist her.

Sanae saw… She saw him… kneeling in front of me…

“Ohhhhh!” Takagi’s legs shook as her orgasm hit her. She pressed her crush’s underwear harder against her face, rubbing herself furiously to memories of the day. Forcing Nishikata to kneel before her, with his dick out, in front of her friend… She’d done that completely on a whim. It had been a whole new level of teasing, and nothing had ever turned her on so much.

Much like Nishikata had done after he finished, Takagi relaxed her body and lay back, panting from exhaustion. She lifted Nishikata’s underwear off of her face and dropped it onto the pillow beside her, allowing herself to breathe some fresh air.

“Nishikata…” she whispered, eyes closed in bliss. “I can’t wait to tease you some more!”

Chapter Text

Nishikata was nervous as he walked down the hall towards the classroom. A lot had happened the previous day. Both Takagi and Sanae probably thought he was a pervert now, and Takagi would think he was even more of a pervert if she knew what he’d done while thinking about her in bed the night before.

When he arrived at the classroom, he put his hand on the door, took a deep breath, and slid the door open. As soon as he walked in, his paranoid mind expected all eyes to be on him for some reason, as if he now carried some sort of ‘ pervert ’ air to him that would’ve attracted everyone’s judgmental gazes. However, this was not the case. Most of Nishikata’s classmates continued going about their business, whether it be talking with their friends or reading a book at their desk. Even Takagi was busy jotting something down in her notebook.

There was one exception, however. As Nishikata surveyed the room, the one person he noticed staring at him was Tsukimoto Sanae. Her dead-eyed gaze was set firmly upon him, and he flinched after making eye contact. And, to make matters much worse, after a few seconds of staring at each other, Tsukimoto’s gaze shifted downwards . Nishikata flinched again as he noticed she was now staring at his crotch, but luckily, he was not hard like he’d been the previous day, so there was nothing unusual to see. Sanae’s indecipherable gaze traveled back up to his face for a moment, and then she simply looked away, turning her attention to her friends Mina and Yukari.

Nishikata breathed a sigh of relief.

At least she didn’t say anything about yesterday…

Still kicking himself over the previous day’s incident, Nishikata made his way over to his desk, walking past his teasing tormentor along the way.

“Good morning, Nishikata,” Takagi greeted him as soon as he sat down.

The dark-haired boy stifled a yelp upon hearing her say his name. “Good morning, Takagi-san.”

“Did you do anything fun after school yesterday?” his classmate asked.

Nishikata’s eyes opened wide.

Does she know somehow?!

“Go for a bike ride? Read some manga? Anything like that?” Takagi asked, a very mild smirk appearing upon her lips.

Nishikata forced a smile. “Yeah, something like that…”

“Mm.” Takagi nodded. “I hope you washed your hands afterwards.”

“ What ?” Nishikata nearly fell out of his seat.

Takagi tilted her head in mock confusion. “Your hands always get sweaty whenever you ride your bike or read manga, Nishikata,” she pointed out.

The anxiety that had built up inside of him faded significantly. “Oh. Y-Yeah…”

“I should know. I did the same thing you did,” Takagi added.

Nishikata tilted his head. “Do you mean you went for a bike ride, or you read some manga?”

“Who knows?” Takagi said unhelpfully, picking her pencil back up and going back to jotting down notes.

Nishikata furrowed his brow, but decided not to question her further. Reaching into his school bag, he pulled out his book and waited for class to start.

“Hey, Nishikata.”

“Yes, Takagi-san?”

“I’m going out for ice cream with some friends after school today. Would you like to come too?”

At the mention of her friends, Nishikata immediately turned to look across the room at Sanae. For some reason, she had been looking at him, and the two of them locked eyes for the second time that morning. It nearly made Nishikata’s heart stop. However, Sanae quickly looked away, so Nishikata turned his attention back to Takagi.

“Um, is Tsukimoto-san going to be there?” Nishikata asked.

Takagi smiled. “Why? Do you like her?”

“N-No!”

The teasing girl’s smile fell. “Oh? So you dislike her?”

“What? No!”

Takagi’s smile returned. “So you’ll come with us to get ice cream, then?”

“Yes!”

“Great! We’ll all walk there together after school. It’ll be fun.” With that decided, Takagi turned back to her notebook.

Nishikata wasn’t sure why, but he felt like he’d just fallen for a trick somehow.

Damn you, Takagi-san!

Takagi was quite popular, both among the boys and among the girls, so she had many friends. However, as Nishikata had suspected, the friends she’d been talking about were Tsukimoto Sanae, Hibino Mina, and Tenkawa Yukari -- a group of three who were quite often seen together. The other day, Sanae had said she wouldn’t tell anyone about what she’d seen, and Nishikata didn’t think Takagi would either. However, even though Mina and Yukari supposedly knew nothing, Nishikata still found himself getting paranoid every time they looked at him -- and that was on top of the way he felt every time Sanae stared at him with those soul-penetrating eyes.

Regardless, all four girls were exceedingly kind to him on the walk over to the ice cream place, so Nishikata felt as though he could let his guard down a little by the time they arrived at their destination. Despite it being summer time, the little shop wasn’t very busy. So, after each of them placed their order, the five young students took a seat at an empty table near the back of the shop. Takagi sat directly across from Nishikata, with Sanae and Mina to her left while Yukari sat to her right.

“Nishikata-kun!” Almost as soon as they sat down, Mina put her hands on the table and leaned forward expectantly.

“Huh? Yes, Hibino-san?” Nishikata asked, his eyes drawn to the girl’s large, expressive eyebrows.

“Tell us about the boys!”

The other girls and Nishikata were all surprised by the sudden question.

“Mina! You can’t ask him that!” Yukari admonished.

“Ehh? Why not?” Mina asked. “He’s friends with Takao-kun. He’ll know if he really has a crush on Sanae-chan.”

Sanae turned her head very slightly to give the other girl a dead-eyed glare. She then forcefully pinched Mina’s cheek, yanking on it painfully.

“Ow! Ow! I’m sorry!” Mina whined.

Nishikata and Yukari winced, but Takagi laughed good-naturedly in amusement.

A moment later, one of the shopkeepers came over to their table carrying a tray with five glass dishes of frozen desserts balanced upon it. The young lady set the tray down in the middle of the table. “Please enjoy,” she said before walking away.

“Yay!” Mina clapped her hands together as the ice cream appeared. She was the first to snatch her dish and a spoon off of the tray, and the others followed suit after her.

While the girls talked, Nishikata ate a few small scoops of his ice cream, enjoying the frozen treat on the warm summer day. Everything seemed to be going fine, but just as he was feeling relaxed, he felt something unusual.

What?

He jumped in his seat a little as something brushed between his legs.

“Something wrong, Nishikata?” Takagi asked.

“Wha--?” Looking around the table, Nishikata saw all eyes were on him. His flinching must have been more noticeable then he’d hoped. Takagi was looking at him with that teasing little smile she always wore, and Nishikata was sure it was her.

Damn you, Takagi-san!

“N-No, I’m fine,” he replied with a forced smile, then went back to eating his ice cream.

The girls resumed their conversation, and the focus was no longer on Nishikata. He hoped Takagi wouldn’t try anything else, but unfortunately, the feeling soon returned. He avoided jumping at her touch this time, so Takagi’s sock-clad foot remained rather than pulling back. The foot brushed against him slowly, moving up and down his crotch, and it was very clear what she was trying to do.

No! I can’t get hard with all these girls around…

Clenching his hands on the side of the table, Nishikata grit his teeth and tried his best to ignore the soft feeling brushing up against him. Takagi gave no hint to anyone about what she was doing, continuing to chat amicably with her friends without even looking in Nishikata’s direction.

“Ah!” With a clunk, Mina suddenly tipped her dish over. She set it upright a second later, but the damage had been done, and some of her dessert had spilled onto her. Everyone’s attention turned to Mina, and Takagi’s foot withdrew from between Nishikata’s legs.

“You really need to be more careful, Mina,” Yukari chided with a sigh.

“Sorry!”

“Come on. Let’s go ask for some napkins.” Yukari stood up and walked over to Mina’s chair. She helped her friend onto her feet, and the two of them walked over to the counter.

Nishikata was glad to be free of Takagi’s tormentingly soft foot, even if he was already a little hard. But, he realized he was now alone with the two girls who’d seen him with no pants on the day before, and they both had their eyes on him -- Takagi with her teasing grin, and Sanae with her blank expression.

“Nishikata,” Takagi spoke. “Let’s have a match.”

Nishikata’s eyes went wide, glancing between the two girls rapidly. He had a bad feeling about this. “What kind of match?” he asked nervously.

“Simple,” she replied. “I’m going to sit here and eat my ice cream. Then, once I’m finished, all you have to do is guess -- whose foot was that?”

The dark-haired boy furrowed his brow, then understanding dawned on him. He looked at Sanae, realizing that it very well could have been her foot instead. Her dark gray eyes still penetrated into his soul, and her blank face gave no hint whatsoever as to whether or not she was the culprit.

“Um, what do I get if I win?” Nishikata asked.

“I’ll give you back your underwear,” Takagi promised, smirking devilishly at the mention of the prize she’d won from their previous match.

Eager to retrieve the source of his shame, Nishikata was intrigued by that prospect. However, he knew there must have been some kind of risk to go along with it. “And if I lose…?”

“Then you pay for everyone’s ice cream. That’s all,” Takagi replied. “Oh, and one more thing. If you finish before I do, you lose.”

Nishikata looked down at his ice cream and furrowed his brow.

I still have plenty left. And if she takes a long time for some reason, I can just eat slowly.

Before Nishikata had time to process Takagi’s odd choice of an additional rule, Yukari and Mina returned to the table.

“Sorry about that,” Mina said with a giggle, plopping herself back down next to Sanae.

“Here, I’ve got some for the table,” Yukari added, passing everyone a couple of napkins.

“Thank you, Yukari-chan,” Takagi said gratefully.

Suddenly, Nishikata flinched, feeling a foot press up against his crotch once more. He glanced between Takagi and Sanae. Takagi gave him a cryptic glance, then scooped another spoonful of ice cream into her mouth while she chatted with Yukari. Sanae, on the other hand, was still yet to take her eyes off of him, which even Mina seemed to find strange.

“Hmm? Sanae-chan, what’s wrong?” Mina asked, waving a hand in front of her face.

“Nothing,” she replied. “There’s a lot wrong with you, though.”

Mina giggled. “That’s true!”

The girls continued to chat, and soon, Nishikata tuned them out. Before he knew it, 100% of his focus was dedicated to what was going on between his legs. The soft, delicate foot of one of the schoolgirls sitting across from him was stroking him up and down, weaving circles over his rapidly hardening manhood. He soon had an obvious tent in his pants, which would’ve been obvious to all the girls around him if he were to stand up.

Gotta focus. Gotta focus. I just need to figure out who it is, right?

He glanced between his two suspects, keeping an eye on how much ice cream remained in Takagi’s dish, but nothing else had changed. The culprit still could’ve been either one of them.

Teasing me like this is definitely Takagi-san’s work, right? But then again, Tsukimoto-san won’t stop staring at me…

Nishikata flinched again. The girl’s foot wiggled her delicate little toes, rapidly brushing against the underside of his stiff cock. He had no idea he would be this sensitive to being rubbed under the table. But, to his relief, the foot disappeared suddenly, giving him a moment to collect his thoughts.

“Nishikata-kun, your face is sooo red!” Mina said, pointing towards him and giggling. “Was it something Takagi-chan said?”

“Yes, Nishikata,” Takagi joined in. “Was it something I said?” she asked with a sly smile.

Nishikata hadn’t been listening at all, but before he could say anything, he felt the foot return, causing him to almost jump in his seat again. This time, the foot was bare, and he could feel it much more clearly without the sock getting in the way. Takagi and Mina both laughed at him.

Damn you, Takagi-san! It’s so obviously you!

Nishikata ignored the girls’ question, watching as Takagi passed a spoonful of ice cream between her wet, kissable lips. He was convinced she was the one teasing him with her foot, but…

Wait! It can’t be that easy!

Takagi was openly taunting him, trying to draw his attention to her. Meanwhile, Sanae had remained silent and laser-focused.

Maybe it’s really Tsukimoto-san, and Takagi-san is just trying to distract me…

All of his thoughts froze when he heard the sound of a zipper. Glancing downwards, he realized whoever was teasing him with her foot had somehow managed to grip the zipper of his pants in between her toes and pull it down. And then, with the same surprising dexterity, she managed to undo his pants button as well.

“W-Wait!” Nishikata called out.

“Hmmm? Wait? Wait for what?” Takagi asked, not even trying to conceal that she knew exactly what he was asking about.

“Yeah, Nishikata. What’s wrong?” Yukari asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

“Nothing!” he insisted.

Yukari did not seem convinced, but Mina called out to her from across the table, and soon she was too distracted to question him further.

While all of this transpired, the foot between his legs did not let up in the slightest. Its softness pressed against his dick, now with only the thin layer of his underwear blocking it. And now, whoever was doing it, they were basically stroking him off, almost as easily as he’d done with his own hand the night before.

Nishikata started panting. He’d all but forgotten about trying to figure out whose foot it was. All he was focused on now was trying not to cum in his pants in front of four schoolgirls in public.

From across the table, Takagi looked him dead in the eye. Slowly and deliberately, she took a spoonful of vanilla ice cream and brought it to her lips. She made sure to visibly stick her tongue out before putting the spoon into her mouth. “Mmm…” she moaned, more sensually than necessary. Then, after pulling the spoon back out, she had a little bit of ice cream dripping from the corner of her mouth, which she remedied by slowly licking her wet lips.

Nishikata moaned at the deliberate display, knowing she was teasing him on purpose. All the while, the skilled foot between his legs continued to jerk him, building up a frustratingly repressed load.

“Looks like you’re almost finished, Nishikata,” Takagi-san said, speaking in a low, almost husky voice. However, she was not looking at his ice cream, which he had barely managed to touch. Instead, she was looking at Nishikata’s red, determined face. “I’m almost finished, too, so just hold on a little longer, okay?” she teased.

Nishikata’s eyes went wide, the additional rule to the match suddenly clicking for him.

That’s what Takagi meant by ‘finish’?!

“What are you guys talking about?” Yukari asked curiously.

While Takagi and Sanae said something to distract the other girls, Nishikata’s mind went into overdrive, realizing he was on the verge of both cumming in his pants in public and losing yet another match to his teasing tormentor.

What if she simply never finishes her ice cream? Even if she somehow couldn’t make me cum, she still had the whole thing rigged in her favor from the start! How could she be so devious?! Damn you, Takagi-san…!

Suddenly, the soft, delicate foot that was working him over hooked its toes into the waistband of his underwear. Before Nishikata could react, the mystery girl peeled his underwear down over his stiff cock. As soon as his dick was set free under the table, Nishikata felt the soft, warm sole of his tormentor’s foot pressing against his cock, and the agonizingly pleasurable footjob continued.

No! You can’t! I can’t--!

However, just when all hope was lost, Takagi apparently decided to be merciful. Lifting her ice cream dish to her mouth and using her spoon to scoop out the rest, she slowly drank the remainder of her dessert. All the while, she kept her eyes locked on Nishikata. The visual of her eagerly swallowing down a creamy white liquid was in no way lost on him. When she was finished, she set her dish down, sensually licked her lips again, and let out a satisfied, “ Ah !”

“Takagi-san! It’s Takagi-san!” Nishikata shouted at the first opportunity, pointing at her across the table accusingly.

“Nishikata-kun?” Yukari flinched back in surprise.

“Whoa!” Mina called out, also shocked by his outburst.

With one last stroke of direct skin-to-skin contact, the soft, teasing foot beneath the table sent Nishikata over the edge. He shot his load, drenching her foot, his underwear, and the bottom of the table with his creamy jizz.

Takagi and Sanae did not react, however, nor did the offender remove her foot, even after Nishikata was finished. Takagi held his gaze for several seconds. Nishikata’s heart beat fast, waiting for her to reveal whether or not he’d guessed correctly. Then, with a victorious smirk, she pushed her chair back and stood up.

Nishikata’s heart dropped. Takagi was now standing with both feet on the floor, but the foot beneath the table was still pressing against his softening dick. Clearly, he’d guessed wrong. Takagi seemed to delight in the look of realization on his face. But then, still keeping up her stoic expression, Sanae stood up as well, and the foot beneath the table still remained. Nishikata was shocked, and Takagi could not help but laugh.

“Then who…?”

“Hehehe!” Mina giggled. Finally, the foot pulled back from beneath the table. Mina pushed her chair back, and with the flexibility of a gymnast, she lifted one leg into the air. Nishikata could see ropes of his jizz splattered across her bare foot. He and Yukari were both shocked by this.

“Mina, what is going on?” Yukari asked.

“Just having a little fun!” was Mina’s only answer.

Meanwhile, Nishikata recovered from his shock enough to quickly fix his pants under the table.

“Great job, Mina-chan,” Takagi said, shooting Nishikata a teasing glance. “I knew I could count on you.”

“That was so fun,” Mina said, lowering her leg. “I didn’t think he’d shoot so much. Look at it all!” Mina reached for a napkin, but Takagi stopped her.

“Wait,” the brown-haired girl said. “Nishikata made the mess. He should clean it up.”

“What? But, but I--” Nishikata looked around the table. All eyes were on him. Mina looked excited for some reason, and Takagi wore a look Nishikata had seen all too many times -- a look that said she knew she’d won, and it was time for him to pay up. This was only reinforced by Sanae’s cold stare, which made him want to avoid doing anything that might piss her off. Only Yukari looked at him with some sympathy, but she was clearly at a loss for words.

Humiliated by the whole encounter, Nishikata stood and relented. “Alright, fine…” he said, grabbing some napkins off of the table. Mina scooted her chair further away from the table and turned it slightly. Then she extended her leg outwards towards Nishikata. With all four girls watching him, the boy knelt in front of Mina. He cradled her leg with one hand and used the other to wipe his spilled jizz off of her foot with the napkins.

“Hehehe,” Mina giggled. “I feel like a princess!”

“You look like one,” Takagi commented. “Perhaps Nishikata should apologize for sullying the princess’s precious foot by giving it a little kiss?” she suggested.

“What?!” Nishikata looked up, but once again, he shriveled under the gazes of Takagi and Sanae. Mina fidgeted in her seat excitedly, wiggling her toes at him. Nishikata gulped and prepared to give in.

Now that Mina’s foot was clean, Nishikata discarded the napkins and cradled her foot in his hand. He couldn’t help but notice once again how soft it was. He then leaned forward and planted a single kiss on the top of her foot. As soon as he did so, he heard the sound of a phone camera snapping a photo. Looking up in horror, he saw Sanae holding out her phone.

“Good boy. Now help Princess Mina redress,” Takagi commanded him before he could complain.

Nishikata breathed nervously for a moment, worried about what Sanae might do with that photo, but he decided his best chance was to simply comply and hope he could talk them into deleting the photo later. First, he grabbed Mina’s sock off of the floor and slid it back over her foot. Then, as he held her leg steady with his hand, he slid her shoe back into place as well. Once he was finished, Nishikata was ready for this humiliation to be over. But, before he could stand, Sanae walked right up to him, lifted her foot, and lightly brought it down between his legs.

“Ts-Tsukimoto-san!” Nishikata gasped in alarm. He froze, worried she was going to try to stomp on him, but she didn’t. She merely lightly pressed her foot against his crotch.

“He’s already hard again,” Sanae noted before pulling her foot away. As soon as he was free, Nishikata scrambled backwards.

“I’m not surprised,” Takagi noted, smirking at Nishikata. “He’s a perv, after all.”

“No I’m not!” Nishikata asserted, finally climbing back onto his feet.

“Don’t worry, Nishikata-kun.” Mina stood up from her chair and threw herself into a hug around him. “I had fun, so I’m a perv too!” She let out a giggle before twirling away.

“Mina!” Yukari said, scandalized. “Girls, you’re being mean to him.”

Takagi and Sanae both glanced at her, then back at Nishikata.

“Okay,” Takagi said. “We can stop here for today. Nishikata, go up front and pay for our ice cream. Then we can head home.”

Nishikata and Takagi walked side-by-side in silence. The other girls had already gone their separate ways, and now it was just the two of them. So much had happened at that ice cream shop, and Nishikata still didn’t know what to say about any of it.

Takagi walked with her hands behind her back, her school bag dangling in her grip. Nishikata attempted to avoid eye contact, but she would not stop peeking at him.

“Did you enjoy yourself today, Nishikata?” Takagi asked.

Nishikata gripped his shirt in front of his heart, biting back frustration. “You didn’t have to humiliate me like that…” he muttered.

“Hmmmm?” Takagi leaned her face in close to his, causing him to shrink away. “But you got to have fun ,” she said, speaking slyly, and she giggled a bit when he gasped. “Mina-chan’s foot must have felt really good, huh?”

“Well… yeah…” Nishikata admitted, still evading the teasing girl’s gaze. “But why did I have to… do that … with her foot?”

“It could have been worse.” Takagi stepped in front of Nishikata, blocking his path and forcing him to look at her teasing face. “I could’ve made you lick her foot clean.” She grinned.

“Ah!” Nishikata gasped, shocked by the gross idea, which only made Takagi giggle some more. He hoped she would step out of his way so they could continue walking, but she didn’t. While he was forced to confront her, something else came to mind. “Takagi-san… Tsukimoto-san took a picture of me.” He didn’t want to say out loud what the picture would’ve shown him doing.

“I know,” Takagi responded. “She already sent it to me.”

Nishikata’s hand idly rubbed his shoulder nervously. “...You and her aren’t gonna show that picture to anyone, are you?”

Takagi’s smile dropped, and what looked like concern and mild confusion appeared on her face. “Hmm?” She stepped forward, causing Nishikata to step to the side, backing up against a nearby brick wall. However, Takagi continued to advance on him, effectively pinning him against the wall by hovering her face an inch away from his.

“No one will see that picture except for me, Sanae-chan, and Mina-chan. I made that very clear to them,” she assured him. “You didn’t think I’d let them hurt you, did I?”

“Wha--? Well-- But today, you--” Nishikata was utterly confused. How could she go out of her way to tease him like this, but claim she didn’t want to hurt him? But, before he could formulate any of that into a coherent thought, he suddenly felt Takagi’s hand between his legs. “Takagi-san!”

“Sanae-chan was right,” she said, her sly grin returning to her face. “You’re still hard. You really did enjoy yourself today, didn’t you?”

Nishikata grimaced, a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead. He couldn’t really explain it, and he didn’t even really understand it, but there was something about Takagi’s teasing these last two days that had excited him. The load he’d fired off during the previous night’s fap session had been proof enough of that, and he knew for certain he’d be having a repeat of that tonight as well.

“Takagi-san, I…”

“Just remember.” Takagi began to slowly stroke his hard-on through the front of his pants. She leaned in to whisper into Nishikata’s ear, her hot breath causing him to shudder. “We don’t have to have these matches if you don’t want to. You can refuse any time. But, you should also keep in mind…” She stopped her hand movements, but maintained her light grip between his legs. “The more you play, the better your rewards might be.” Takagi leaned back, gave him a wink, and finally removed her hand. Then, without another word, she resumed walking home, leaving Nishikata stunned for several moments.

When he finally recovered, Nishikata stepped away from the wall and fixed his clothing. Taking a deep breath, he walked quickly to catch up with Takagi. In that moment, he had resolved to not give up on trying to beat Takagi at her challenges, his mind racing as he imagined what kind of rewards he might be able to claim…

Chapter Text

Nishikata hadn’t been expecting to run into Takagi. Having the day off of school, he’d decided to go to the mall to pick up some new manga. He’d made his purchases and was on his way out, but that was when Takagi had appeared, stepping out from behind a pillar as if she’d been waiting for him.

“Hey, Nishikata.”

“Aw!” The dark-haired boy leaped back, nearly dropping the bag he was carrying. “Takagi-san! Don’t surprise me like that,” he complained.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to,” Takagi replied, although her giggle made her apology seem less sincere.

Given recent events, Nishikata had even more reason to be wary around Takagi now. However, he also had more reason to have other thoughts about her. Since it was not a school day, this was an opportunity to see Takagi in something other than her school uniform. Before he could stop himself, Nishikata’s curious eyes ran up and down her petite form. She wore a black T-shirt and a pair of jeans shorts, leaving a generous amount of her lithe legs exposed.

“Hmm?” Takagi tilted her head, a devious smile on her lips. “Nishikata, what are you looking at?”

“Ah!” Before he realized it, he’d been caught. However, at the last second, he noticed she was carrying a shopping bag as well.

A perfect out!

“I was just wondering what you got,” Nishikata responded, much too loudly to sound natural. He pointed to the paper bag she carried in her hand. “I just bought some manga,” he told her, holding up his own bag proudly.

“Oh?” Takagi smiled with interest, apparently distracted successfully. “Can I see?”

Under other circumstances, Nishikata may have been hesitant. However, he hadn’t purchased anything embarrassing like 100% Unrequited Love . He’d purchased a few volumes of perfectly normal shounen battle manga. So, he had no issue showing her. “Here,” he said, reaching into the plastic bag he carried to pull out one of his new books.

“Looks cool,” Takagi commented, taking the manga book from him.

“It is cool!” Nishikata agreed. “It’s a battle manga where everyone has superpowers. And--”

The dark-haired boy cut himself off. Takagi had flipped the book open and was now holding it up to show to him a certain page. The page in question featured four anime girls posing together in differently colored lingerie, complete with lacy bras, thong panties, and thigh-high stockings. Takagi made no comment, nor did her expression differ from her usual playful smile. She simply held the book aloft.

Nishikata’s face went bright red. “I-It isn’t normally like that!” he insisted, snatching the book out of her hand. “Here, see? It’s a battle manga! A battle manga ! I swear!” He frantically flipped to different pages to show her, but still she remained quiet.

Damn you, Takagi-san!

Giving up, Nishikata sighed, slipping the manga back into the bag he was carrying. “Well… what did you get?” he asked after a moment, once again hoping to push the conversation along to move past his embarrassment.

“Oh, this?” Takagi reached into her bag. “It’s…” She trailed off. A look came over her, as though she’d just had an idea. She withdrew her hand without taking anything out. “Well, this sounds like the perfect opportunity for a match.”

“Hm? You want me to guess what you bought?” Nishikata asked.

“Precisely.” Takagi held the bag behind her back. “I bought three of them. If you can’t guess what they are, you have to help me decide which one is the best.”

Nishikata furrowed his brow.

That’s an odd request, right?

He could already tell she was up to something, but it didn’t sound like it was anything that could be particularly bad for him. “Alright. What do I get if I guess correctly?”

Takagi held her knowing smile for a moment, her eyes firmly locked with Nishikata’s. “I bought these to replace some of my old ones. So, if you win, I’ll give you one of the old ones.”

Nishikata was hesitant to take this deal. Given the nature of the bet, he couldn’t ask her to clarify what exactly his prize was. “Well… is it something you think I’d want?”

The brown-haired beauty stared at him through half-lidded eyes. “I know you’d want it.”

She didn’t seem like she was lying. “Alright. It’s a match,” Nishikata declared.

“Perfect,” Takagi said. She swung the bag around to hold it in front of herself. “Well, go ahead. What do you think I have in this bag?”

Nishikata put his hand to his chin, thinking.

She’s already given some information away. It’s something you’d buy more than one of. It’s something you’d replace once it gets old. And it’s something I’d want.

“Hmm…”

Takagi didn’t seem to have a care in the world. She idly swung the bag back and forth in front of him, while also swaying her body side to side cutely. As she did, she hummed contentedly to herself, appearing amused by the sight of Nishikata deep in thought.

However, Nishikata was beginning to lose confidence.

Way too many things could fit! This isn’t fair!

He put his hand to his forehead, realizing he should’ve thought this through a bit more before accepting the challenge.

“Time’s running out, Nishikata,” Takagi told him.

“Huh?” He didn’t think there was a time limit, but he supposed they couldn’t stand there all day. “Um, well… could I have a hint?” Nishikata asked, breaking eye contact to look away in embarrassment.

“Hmmm?” Takagi appeared even more amused now, but she did not turn down his request. “Okay, here’s a hint. It’s something we both have right now.”

Something we both have?

Mentally, Nishikata ran through a list.

Keys, wallet, phone…

His eyes opened wide when he realized something. He was carrying a bag as well.

Aha! That’s it! She must have bought some manga herself, seen me in the store, then hid behind that pillar to wait for me. That’s why she was there in the first place!

Nishikata chuckled victoriously. “Ah, I see how it is, Takagi-san. You were trying to throw me off by pretending you’d come from another store.”

“Oh?” Takagi dropped her smile. “Did it not work?”

“Not even close! In your bag, you have…” Nishikata reached into his own bag and pulled out one of the novels he’d purchased. “Manga!”

“ Beeeep !” Takagi instantly responded by imitating the sound of a buzzer, making an X with her hands.

“Huh?” Nishikata’s confidence dropped. “You didn’t buy manga?”

Takagi shook her head.

“Then what did you buy, Takagi-san?”

Still wearing her smug smile, Takagi reached into her bag and pulled out a small piece of clothing. It took Nishikata a moment to register that she was holding up a pair of panties, which was covered in a purple and white floral pattern. The color drained from Nishikata’s face.

“ What ?”

“You lose, Nishikata,” Takagi taunted. “You know what that means.”

Nishikata started to sweat. “H-How am I supposed to help you decide which one is best?”

Takagi slipped her new pair of panties back into her bag. “Come with me,” she said simply before turning and walking towards the exit.

Nishikata groaned, accepting his fate and following behind his loveable tormentor.

Nishikata was hesitant when Takagi led him all the way to her house. When he followed her through the front door and took his shoes off, he remained quiet in an attempt to hear whether or not anyone was home.

“No one else is home,” Takagi said, demonstrating her unusual ability to practically read Nishikata’s mind. She smiled at his stunned face. “Come with me up to my room.”

“Your room?” Nishikata’s mind raced, but Takagi was already walking towards the stairs, so he followed her without asking any more questions. However, as he climbed the stairs behind her, he quickly realized that his face was practically level with her ass, granting him the perfect view of her rear end in those little jeans shorts she wore.

“It’s rude to stare, Nishikata,” Takagi said playfully, without even looking back to confirm whether or not he was staring.

Nishikata gasped and immediately averted his eyes shamefully.

How does she always know everything?!

“Come in here,” Takagi told him once they reached the top of the stairs. She led him into her bedroom and put her shopping bag down next to the wall. “You can leave yours here, too,” she told him.

Nishikata did so, putting his bag down next to hers. He wondered what would come next, but Takagi was already stepping back into the hallway outside.

“This way,” she told him, waving for him to follow again.

She led him a short distance down the hall to another room that Nishikata suspected was her parents’ bedroom. He couldn’t help but stare at the big bed at the end of the room. Takagi must have noticed because she chose to stand next to the bed, waiting with a knowing smile on her face. When Nishikata glanced at her, she lowered her eyelids.

“What are you thinking?” she asked.

Nishikata blushed and turned his head. “N-Nothing, Takagi-san…”

“Hm? I see. Well, why don’t you help me with this?”

The dark-haired boy wasn’t sure what he’d expected, but a part of him was disappointed when he saw Takagi had stepped away from the bed. She placed her hands on a folded up room divider that was resting against the wall.

“What?” he asked.

“Help me carry this to my room,” Takagi told him.

“Oh. Um, okay…” Nishikata did as he was asked. He lifted one side of the divider while Takagi lifted the other. Together, they carried it from her parents’ bedroom, down the hall, and into Takagi’s room.

“Thank you, Nishikata,” Takagi said softly. With the divider set down, she unfolded the screen, spreading it out in a way that partitioned off one corner of her room. “Make yourself comfortable on the bed.”

Nishikata’s eyes opened wide. “What?”

Takagi stopped what she was doing and stared at him. She tilted her head slightly. “Sit.”

Nishikata sat down on the end of her bed.

The smile on Takagi’s face grew, as though it pleased her to see him obey so readily. She then lifted the bag she’d placed in the room earlier and sauntered over to the room divider. Nishikata couldn’t help but notice the sway in her hips, his eyes once again drawn to her ass. Takagi stopped, and Nishikata realized he’d been caught staring again when they made eye contact. He blushed, looking away. Takagi didn’t call him out on it this time, however.

“I’m going to change now,” she told him. “No peeking, okay?”

“I would never!” Nishikata assured her.

Takagi giggled, then stepped behind the divider.

The first thing Nishikata noticed was that the screen was quite thin. He could very clearly see Takagi’s silhouette. When she crossed her arms in front of herself and began to lift her T-shirt over her head, Nishikata audibly gasped.

“What was that?” Takagi asked.

“Nothing!”

Takagi slung her T-shirt over the top of the divider. Nishikata gulped when he saw it, and his eyes were drawn back to Takagi’s silhouette. She pulled out her belt next, laying it atop the divider as well. Then, she bent forward as she pushed her shorts down, and Nishikata became painfully aware of how hard he now was. The shorts soon joined her other garments on top of the divider.

Nishikata knew what was coming next. She’d have to take off her underwear in order to try on the new sets she’d purchased. At that thought, Nishikata pressed his hand against the tent in his pants, trying to will his erection to go down.

However, Takagi did not continue undressing. The dark-haired boy watched as her thin, nearly-naked silhouette turned to face him. “You’re not doing anything naughty over there, are you?” she asked, speaking a bit loudly for her voice to carry.

“N-No!” Nishikata responded, instantly pulling his hand away from his crotch.

I wasn’t! I swear I wasn’t!

“Okay. Just wait another minute, Nishikata.” Takagi’s hands reached behind herself to unsnap her bra. Nishikata hadn’t even been sure she wore one, but the small, plain white garment was soon hanging over the top of the divider with the rest of her clothes. He gasped when he saw it. Takagi’s silhouette paused, facing his direction once more, and he quickly clamped his hand over his mouth. Takagi didn’t say anything, however. Finally, she bent forward again, pushing her panties down her legs. She then placed them next to her bra, and Nishikata could see that they matched.

“I know you’re tempted, but don’t take those while I’m changing, Nishikata,” Takagi warned in a playfully stern voice.

“I-I wouldn’t!”

Takagi giggled. She then proceeded to bend over and pull something out of her shopping bag. Nishikata watched nervously as she dressed herself in one of her new sets of underwear. However, as he waited, he came to a sudden realization.

Wait. She’s going to show them to me!

Takagi had said she wanted him to help her choose which new set of underwear was the best, and she was changing into a new pair while he waited. It was obvious she was going to show him.

Oh god, oh god, what am I supposed to do?

“Are you ready, Nishikata?” Takagi asked from behind the screen.

“Um… Um… Takagi-san… what do you want me to do?” Nishikata asked, sweat already dripping down his forehead.

“Hmm? Just tell me what you think, of course,” she replied. She paused for a moment, then held up a finger. “I have an idea. Nishikata, let’s have another match!”

Nishikata dreaded hearing what she had in mind. “What kind of match?”

“Well, I’ll model each of my new sets of underwear for you. Then, I’ll try to guess, which one do you like best?”

Nishikata’s heart skipped a beat as Takagi casually confirmed his suspicions.

She’s gonna model her underwear for me!

It took him a few seconds to process that information, but once he had, he thought about the challenge Takagi had laid out for him.

She only has a one in three chance of guessing right, so the odds are in my favor this time. I might finally win a match with Takagi-san!

“Okay,” he replied, feeling optimistic, not to mention excited. “What if you don’t guess correctly?”

“Hmmm…” Nishikata could see Takagi’s silhouette as she placed her finger to her chin in thought. “If I lose, I’ll take care of your problem for you.”

Nishikata furrowed his brow. “Which problem?”

“You’ll see,” she replied mysteriously. “And if I win, you’ll take care of my problem.”

The dark-haired boy scratched the back of his neck. He knew she was up to something, again . She was always up to something. However, the vague stakes she’d laid out didn’t seem like they could lead to anything disastrous. And, more importantly, he was somewhat confident he was going to win.

“Alright,” Nishikata agreed. “You’re on, Takagi-san!”

“Good.” Without another moment’s hesitation, Takagi stepped out from behind the divider.

Nishikata’s jaw dropped. Takagi was wearing a partially see-through pink babydoll nightie. While it covered her chest, Nishikata could easily see her belly and upper thighs, as well as the pair of pink panties she wore beneath it.

“Well, Nishikata?” Takagi asked, posing with one arm leaning against the divider. “Aren’t you gonna tell me what you think?”

Nishikata immediately averted his gaze down to the floor. “You… You look…” He heard her light footsteps as she approached him, then lifted his head to find she was now standing directly in front of him.

“Do I look pretty?” Takagi asked, giving Nishikata a view as she slowly spun in place. When she was facing away from him, Nishikata could see her panties did not cover very much of her ass. He reflexively folded his arms over his lap to hide the obvious tent.

When Takagi faced him again, her eyes glanced down at his lap, immediately noting his hand placement. “Hmmmm? So you like this one, huh?” she asked with a smug smile.

“It looks nice…” was all Nishikata could get out, his face blushing up a storm.

Just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, Takagi suddenly moved forward and sat down in his lap, straddling him with one leg on either side of him on the bed.

“T-Takagi-san!” Nishikata shouted, alarm bells going off in his head.

Takagi silenced him by pushing her forehead against his, steadying herself by placing her hands on his shoulders. Wordlessly, the brown-haired young girl began to slowly wiggle her hips in a small circle, grinding her barely-concealed ass against the tent in Nishikata’s pants. He shut his eyes tight, trying to concentrate.

Don’t do it… Don’t do it… Don’t do it…

“Oh!” Takagi said with mock surprise, speaking softly with her face still so close to his. “I guess you really like this one.”

“Takagi-san, please…” Nishikata pleaded, his hands gripping the bed covers.

“Does it feel good, Nishikata?” Takagi asked, still grinding her hips against his lap. “Does it feel better than Mina-chan’s foot?”

The answer to that was obvious, but Nishikata couldn’t summon the brain power to say anything right away.

“Answer the question, Nishikata,” Takagi ordered him softly.

“Y-Yes! It feels better,” Nishikata stumbled out.

“Good boy.” Takagi abruptly stopped her motions. She lifted her ass out of his lap and slid off of the bed.

Although he’d been praying for her to stop, Nishikata felt a tremendous lack of satisfaction as soon as she did. “Huh? But, Takagi-san--”

“Remember our bet, Niskikata,” she interrupted him. “I said I’d take care of your problem only if you win.” She locked eyes with him while he processed what she was saying. When understanding dawned on him, she smiled devilishly. “Good. Now, let me try on the next set.” She turned and walked back behind the room divider, swaying her hips as she moved.

Nishikata was once again forced to watch Takagi’s silhouette as she stripped her clothing off behind the screen. The impromptu lap dance she’d given him a moment ago had left him on the verge of cumming in his pants. Watching the outline of her svelte body while she stripped, Nishikata was unable to avoid placing his hand over the tent in his pants and rubbing himself.

“Oh, and just a reminder. You shouldn’t be doing anything naughty in my bedroom, okay, Nishikata?” Takagi said.

“I know!” Nishikata quickly pulled his hand away.

Can she see me? Is she looking through a hole in the divider?

Nishikata once again cursed Takagi’s ability to read him like an open book. Frustrated and pent up, he waited what felt like an excruciatingly long time for her to change into her second new set of underwear.

When she stepped into view again, he was blown away. Takagi’s newest outfit was closer to a bikini than her last set, although it was clearly not the same material as a bikini. It looked soft and silky. Both the top and bottom were covered in purple and white floral patterns, and both were capped by a little bow in the center. Nishikata recognized the panties as the pair she’d shown him earlier at the mall.

Takagi stood with her hands clasped behind her back, swaying back and forth cutely. However, she looked at Nishikata with smoldering, half-lidded eyes. “Well? Do you like this one, too?”

“It… looks… really nice on you…” Nishikata managed to say, his eyes drinking in her beauty.

One of the most genuine smiles Nishikata had ever seen flashed across Takagi’s face for a second, before she smirked once again. Like before, she swayed her hips as she walked over to him. Once she was right in front of him, she posed with her hip cocked to the side and a hand on her hip. Then, she slowly spun in place, once again giving Nishikata an uninterrupted view of her panty-clad ass. He sucked in his breath when he got an eyeful, this time without even a sheer pink nightie obscuring his view.

Once Takagi was facing forward again, she idly pinched the bow in the middle of her bra between her fingers. Nishikata wondered if the bra would fall off if she undid it. “What do you think? Is it better than the first one?” she asked.

“D-Definitely…” Nishikata stuttered, his eyes transfixed on her flat chest. Takagi leaned her face into his field of view, looking rather smug. In an instant, Nishikata realized his slip-up. He gasped. “Wait, no!”

Takagi giggled. “Thanks for helping me narrow it down.” Already one step closer to winning the match, Takagi suddenly leaned forward and placed her hand on the tent in Nishikata’s pants.

“Ahh! Takagi-san, don’t!”

“Shh!” she shushed him gently. She didn’t stroke him. She merely held her hand in place, feeling his heat. “Careful now, Nishikata. I already told you not to do anything naughty.”

“But you’re the one touching me,” the dark-haired boy argued.

Takagi smirked, locking eyes with him. “I just wanted to see how much you liked my new underwear. That’s all.” Slowly, she gave him a few gentle strokes up and down his length through his pants, causing him to moan. However, after only a few seconds, she drew her hand back.

Nishikata groaned. “Oh, please, Takagi-san! Stop teasing me!”

Takagi had a full-on laugh at that. “Impossible,” she said with an emphatic shake of her head. Putting her hand to her chin, she stared down at the tent in Nishikata’s pants for a second, then looked like she had an idea. “Nishikata, you promised you wouldn’t do anything naughty in my room, right?”

“Huh? Uh, yeah…” he confirmed, blushing.

“Can I guarantee that?”

Nishikata was a bit confused by the question, but he nodded. “Yeah.”

Takagi smiled. “One second.” She turned around and walked back towards the room divider, and Nishikata’s gaze was instinctively drawn to her ass as she went. However, she did not disappear behind the screen to change again just yet. Instead, she reached up and grabbed the belt she had slung over the top of the divider earlier. Then she walked back over to the bed.

“Hold still, Nishikata.” The mischievous girl crawled onto the bed behind him, then grabbed his arms and pulled them behind his back.

“What? Takagi-san? What are you doing?” Nishikata asked in shock and confusion, pulling his arms away in resistance.

“I told you to hold still,” she repeated.

Despite his nervousness, Nishikata complied. He let his arms go limp, allowing the brown-haired beauty to pull them behind his back and hold them there.

“Good boy,” she said softly before tying his wrists together with her belt.

As she climbed back off of the bed, Nishikata was feeling nervous, unable to move his arms now. “Takagi-san, I don’t like this.”

Takagi paused, standing in front of him. Her humorous smirk dropped from her face, and she looked at him with concern. “Did I tie it too tight?”

Nishikata blinked. “Well, no, but still…”

The pretty young girl placed her delicate hand against his cheek, staring soulfully into his eyes. “I’m not gonna hurt you, I promise,” she told him gently. A small, reassuring smile appeared on her lips. “I want to do something fun.” Her hand moved down to his chin and tilted it slightly upwards to better make eye contact. “Will you let me?”

The young boy’s heart beat rapidly in his chest. Despite having his arms tied behind his back, Nishikata somehow felt completely safe with her. “O-Okay, Takagi-san,” he agreed.

Takagi smiled brightly, relief clear in her eyes. “Good,” she said. “Now, then…” Her hand left his chin and trailed slowly down his body, sending tingling sensations through him wherever she touched. Her hand eventually reached his crotch, causing him to flinch as she rubbed his bulge. “I’m going to show you my last set of underwear now,” she told him. “But it looks like your little problem has already turned into a big problem. How about I make you a little more comfortable, at least?” Even though she’d made an offer, she didn’t wait for him to accept it. Instead, her hands moved to undo his belt.

“Takagi-san! You can’t!” Nishikata said, wriggling in his seat.

Takagi laughed. “Relax, Nishikata. I’ve already seen it.”

Nishikata realized she had a point, although that didn’t make it much less awkward. Regardless, he gave up on resisting, allowing her to undo the button and unzip his pants. Then, she reached her hand into the opening and fished out his hard dick, pulling it out into the open. Nishikata moaned when he felt her soft hand wrapped around his length. Takagi looked very pleased with herself and let go. Next, she began to tug his pants down entirely, forcing Nishikata to lift himself off of the bed for a moment so she could get them off.

“There. Isn’t that better?” she asked.

Nishikata sat there on the edge of her bed, hands tied behind his back with her belt, pants off, and his erect cock sticking up in front of him. The whole situation felt surreal, but he couldn’t deny it felt better having his dick out than having it cramped painfully in his jeans. “Thank you, Takagi-san,” he muttered.

“Good boy.” Takagi smiled. “You wait right there, now,” she told him before disappearing behind the divider once again.

It did not take Takagi as long to undress this time given that she was wearing less than before. However, given his current state, Nishikata was still quite anxious. His hard-on bobbed in front of him, desperate for attention that he couldn’t provide with his hands tied behind his back, and Takagi had made it clear that she wouldn’t help him with it either unless he won this match.

I already messed up once. I can’t give myself away this round.

Nishikata tensed up as Takagi began to hum pleasantly to herself. He watched her silhouette as she pulled on her final set of underwear. The first two had already been so sexy, he couldn’t imagine she’d have anything more daring. And yet, she proved him wrong when she stepped into view again.

Takagi’s third and final outfit was completely black, lacy, and small . The panties looked like a thong, which already had Nishikata excited to see what they looked like from the back. Because Takagi was so flat, her bra was essentially a band of black fabric wrapped around the top of her chest, and yet Nishikata found it incredibly enticing all the same. Lastly, she wore a pair of black stockings that came all the way up to mid-thigh.

“Wha…?” The dark-haired hostage could do nothing to hide his shock and arousal.

The teasing little devil already looked incredibly satisfied with his reaction. She maintained eye contact with her captive as she slowly walked across the short length of her room, keeping a hand on her hip and walking like a model. When she planted her feet in front of Nishikata, she posed for a moment before once again giving him a drawn-out spin.

“T-Takagi-san…” Nishikata couldn’t help but moan when she showed her back to him. She was indeed wearing a thong.

Takagi chuckled lightly as she finished her spin, turning back around to face him. She looked down at Nishikata victoriously, as if she’d already won the match somehow. Stepping forward, she sat down on his lap again, letting Nishikata’s hard-on press against her belly.

“Wait! Don’t!” Nishikata warned. Just the warm skin-to-skin contact was enough to nearly set him off. Takagi looked so incredibly sexy in her outfit, and he knew it wouldn’t take much.

Nonetheless, Takagi brought one hand down between them and gently grasped his dick. “I can already tell you like this outfit a lot,” she said in a near-whisper. Still staring into Nishikata’s eyes, she began moving her hand down his shaft at a snail’s pace. “Do you like this one better than my last one?” she asked.

Nishikata clenched his jaw. He’d fallen for that once already, so he wasn’t about to make the same mistake twice. However, he could think of nothing to say in place of answering the question. His mind was once again occupied with his deliberate attempt to avoid cumming in front of her.

Takagi put her free hand to Nishikata’s chin while she continued to torture him with her ultra-slow handjob. “I’ll have to make my guess soon. Can I trust you to tell me the truth, Nishikata?”

“Yes,” Nishikata replied with a strained voice.

This outfit is definitely the best one. If she guesses the other one, I win. If she guesses this one…

If Takagi was willing to take his word for it, he knew he could guarantee his victory by simply lying in the event that she chose correctly.

No. I can’t win by cheating.

“Hmmm… Now which one is it…?” Takagi moved her free hand to her own chin and tilted her head back, making a show of thinking hard about it, all while continuing to slowly stroke Nishikata. “You really liked the last one, but you seem to really like this one. Is it the stockings?” Takagi reached down and tugged on one of her stockings before letting it snap back into place. Nishikata flinched, and Takagi smiled predatorily. “Oh, I just can’t decide! Are you suuure you won’t just tell me, Nishikata?”

“I won’t tell you anything, Takagi-san,” Nishikata asserted, desperate to win the match and receive the relief he so sorely needed.

Takagi giggled. “Oh, you’ve already told me a lot ,” she said, using her hand to wave his dick back and forth, emphasizing what had given his thoughts away throughout the entire ordeal.

Nishikata moaned. “Please, Takagi-san. Just take your guess,” he begged. Whether she was going to guess right or wrong, he could not take much more of her pleasurable torture.

With one last smug grin, Takagi agreed. “Fine.” Releasing her grip from around his cock, Takagi slid off of his lap and stood in front of him. “I think this outfit was your favorite,” she said simply, striking a pose as she waved a hand in front of herself to indicate the outfit she was currently wearing. “Am I right, Nishikata?”

Nishikata groaned, then nodded his head in defeat.

How could I not love that outfit the most? It’s just too sexy! Damn you, Takagi-san!

Takagi smiled victoriously. “I know,” she said. “I knew it would be your favorite before I showed you any of my new clothes.”

“Huh?” Nishikata once again wondered if she could truly read his mind somehow. “How could you have known that?”

His cute tormentor sauntered over to the other end of the room. She bent over, taking care to stick out her thong-clad ass in Nishikata’s direction. Her hand reached into the shopping bag Nishikata had set down earlier and retrieved his manga book. On her way back over to her captive, she flipped to a certain page. She then held the book in front of him, showing Nishikata the picture of the lingerie-clad anime girls she’d shown him early at the mall. The underwear the girls wore was extremely similar to the set she was currently wearing.

A bead of sweat dripped down Nishikata’s forehead. “I told you, it’s a battle manga! I didn’t buy it for that !”

Takagi said nothing, but her teasing smile told him she didn’t buy it.

Nishikata sighed. “Well, you win. Can you untie my hands now?”

Takagi shook her head, moving to place the manga back in its bag. “Not yet, Nishikata. You still owe me my prize for winning.”

“Huh?” Nishikata thought back to the initial challenge. His face turned pale when he realized what he now owed her. “You want… my help … with…”

“With my problem,” Takagi finished. Standing right in front of him again, she abruptly pulled her thong down over her legs, letting it fall to the floor. Straightening back up, she rubbed a hand between her legs, causing Nishikata to gasp.

“Takagi-san! What are you doing?!”

Takagi held her hand in front of Nishikata’s face. He could see they were covered in her juices, meaning she must have been dripping wet between her legs. “I told you. I have the same problem as you,” she said, pointing down at Nishikata’s raging hard-on. “I won the match. So you have to help me with it.”

“But--”

“Stand up.”

It was a little difficult with his hands still bound behind his back, but Nishikata scooted forward and stood up from the edge of the bed without tipping over. With her bed clear, Takagi took his place, lifting herself onto the edge of the bed and sitting her bare ass down on top of it. She then spread her legs. “Go on,” she said, gesturing to the ground beneath her expectantly.

Nishikata hesitated. He knew exactly what she was telling him to do, but it wasn’t something he’d ever done before. Nervously, he fell to his knees.

“Wait.” Takagi sounded like she’d just thought of something. She closed her legs, then extended one out towards Nishikata. “Kiss my foot first. Like you did for Mina-hime.”

“What? Why?” Nishikata asked.

“ I deserve to be your princess more than her, right?”

“Yeah, but--” Nishikata stopped talking, furrowing his brow. He was confused about why he’d just agreed to that so readily.

“Good boy,” Takagi told him gently. She then wiggled her stocking-clad foot in front of his face. “Now, go ahead. I’m waiting.”

After only another moment’s hesitation, Nishikata groaned and relented. Leaning forward, still naked from the waist down and with his hands tied with a belt behind his back, he planted a kiss against the fabric covering Takagi’s toes.

“Wait,” Takagi said again. She brought her leg back in and slid her stocking down over her smooth, svelte leg before dropping the garment next to herself on the bed. She then extended her leg once more, waving her now bare foot in her captive’s face. “Do it again.”

Nishikata looked up at her. Her smile and the gleam in her eye told him she was enjoying this immensely. Nishikata shivered, a strange kind of excitement flowing through his body for an instant. His hard-on had yet to go down in the slightest. Despite the utter humiliation he felt, part of him was enjoying this too.

What is the matter with me…?

Deciding not to think too hard about it, Nishikata once again obeyed Takagi’s command. He bent forward and planted another subservient kiss upon her dainty little foot, drawing a delighted giggle out of his sadistic princess.

“Good boy,” Takagi praised him. She pulled her foot back, then slid her other stocking off. Nishikata feared she meant to make him kiss her other foot next, but instead, she spread her legs again. “Okay, Nishikata,” she said. “Go ahead.”

Nishikata stared straight forward. Takagi, the most beautiful girl he’d ever met, had her wet pussy on display in front of him. He couldn’t have been more excited, but at the same time, he was at a loss for what to do.

“You want me to… with my mouth?”

“Mhmm.” Takagi nodded with a smile.

“But… I don’t know how,” he admitted.

“Just lick me. It’s easy. Trust me.”

Despite the situation, Nishikata couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow in curiosity. “Have you done it before?”

And with who…?

Takagi gave him a knowing smile, but she didn’t confirm or deny it. “I’m waiting, Nishikata.”

Nishikata took a few deep breaths and gulped nervously. With his heart beating fast in his chest, he inched forward on his knees until his face was mere inches away from Takagi’s prize. He hesitated again until he felt Takagi’s soft hands come down to rest upon his head.

“It’s okay,” she gently urged him. “This’ll be fun for both of us.”

The dark-haired boy looked up at her. The disarming look on her face calmed him down before her hands gently guided him the last few inches forward. He shut his eyes as his mouth finally touched her. Takagi gasped, and Nishikata’s dick throbbed just from the contact.

“Now lick it,” Takagi ordered, speaking in a voice barely above a whisper.

Nishikata obeyed. Sticking out his tongue, he slowly trailed it up the length of her slit. He was instantly struck by how delicious she tasted, and the soft gasp that escaped Takagi’s lips let him know she liked it too.

“Good boy,” Takagi said breathily. “Keep going.”

Not really sure what else to do, Nishikata licked her again, and again, and again. Takagi let out a quiet moan, clearly enjoying his inexperienced efforts. The sound was so sexy to the kneeling boy, it motivated him to try harder. He started licking her faster, and moving his tongue in different ways.

“Ohhh…” Takagi moaned again, much more noticeably this time. Her hands gripped onto his hair, and she pulled his head towards her a little more firmly. “More.”

There wasn’t really much else Nishikata could do. His hands were still firmly tied behind his back, and he couldn’t move his head very much the way Takagi was holding it. At the same time, his cock was still throbbing. He could scarcely remember a time when he felt like he needed to cum so badly, and yet he was powerless to take care of himself. Still, despite how horny he was, it somehow wasn’t his priority at the moment.

I need to make her cum.

He never would’ve imagined himself to be in this position, but he was eating out his beautiful crush, and she was liking it. The thought of getting her off was so exciting, he put all his effort into using his tongue on her, deciding to worry about his own problem later.

It didn’t take much longer. Takagi had not been lying earlier when she said she had the same problem he did. Her pussy was sopping wet, and the longer Nishikata ate her out, the louder she moaned. After only a few minutes, her hands clenched onto his head even more tightly, and she began to scream.

“Yes! Yes, Nishikata! Please! Yes! Ohhhh!”

Nishikata’s mouth was suddenly flooded with her juices, and he kept licking her until her voice died down. When she was finished, her grip loosened, and Nishikata was able to lean back, panting for air.

The two of them stared at each other for a moment. Nishikata was red in the face, both from exertion and from embarrassment. Takagi wore a blissful smile, like she couldn’t have been more at peace.

Slowly, the beautiful girl stood up and stepped behind Nishikata’s back. She knelt down to untie the belt that had been binding his wrists. Once she’d done so, she leaned forward, pressing her body against his back and hugging him from behind.

“You did such a good job, Nishikata,” she praised him, whispering into his ear.

Nishikata felt his heart racing once again. “Thank you, Takagi-san…”

Takagi stood up and began collecting her discarded garments. Nishikata considered redressing, but his throbbing erection suddenly became very noticeable. “Um, Takagi-san,” he began, still kneeling on the ground. “Do you think maybe you could… help me too?”

The nearly-naked girl looked down at him. Her lips curled slightly into her usual teasing grin. “Did you forget our deal, Nishikata?” she asked. “You lost, so you’ve gotta take care of that problem on your own. But remember, you’re not allowed to do naughty things to yourself in my room.” Takagi bent forward and tapped him on the nose with her finger, grinning devilishly at the pained look on his face.

You mean I have to wait until I get home to do it?

“But, Takagi-san, I--”

“You might want to get dressed, Nishikata,” she interrupted him, carrying her thong and stockings with her over to the other side of the room. “My parents should be home any minute now.” Wearing a victorious smile, she glanced at him one last time before disappearing behind the room divider.

Nishikata’s eyes shot open wide, panicked at the thought of Takagi’s parents finding him in their daughter’s bedroom, in this state. Quickly, he jumped to his feet and began redressing, trying his best to ignore the aching feeling in his balls.

Damn you, Takagi-san!

Chapter Text

Nishikata practically slammed the front door open when he got home. The entire way back from Takagi’s house, he’d been cursing her name. She’d gotten him so worked up, but even after he’d helped her get off, she wouldn’t let him do the same to himself. Instead, he’d been forced to rush home with the worst case of blue balls he’d ever experienced.

Once inside, Nishikata kicked off his shoes and ran up to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him. “Takagi-san…” he muttered, tossing his new manga against the wall near his shelf. “Takagi-san…” he repeated, pulling his belt off and shoving his pants to the floor. “Takagi-san!” The young boy fell backwards onto his bed, his hand already around his stiffened cock.

Memories of Takagi’s slim body were still fresh in his mind. She’d modeled three sets of underwear for him, each one sexier than the last. She’d even let him see her practically naked . And, to top it all off, she’d let him touch her down there with his mouth. Images of these events flooded Nishikata’s mind as he rapidly stroked himself.

“Takagi-san… Takagi-san… Takagi-saaaan!”

Soon, Nishikata was spurting his load all over his stomach, imagining Takagi’s sweet face as he did. When he finished, he was left panting, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt such a sense of relief.

Damn you, Takagi-san…

He was about to drift off to sleep when he heard his phone vibrate. He yelped in surprise, shooting up out of his bed as though someone had walked in on him. Fishing his phone out of his discarded pants, he opened it up to find a message from Takagi.

“Did that feel good?” the message read.

Nishikata glanced around his room, half expecting to find a hidden camera set up somewhere.

“How did you know?” he texted back, frustrated that she always seemed to know everything about him. While he waited for her response, he pulled his pants back on and took off his cum-stained T-shirt.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” was Takagi’s response.

Nishikata groaned. He wasn’t sure what to say to her, so he just placed his phone down and slipped a new T-shirt on. “If only I’d won…” he muttered, imagining what it would have been like to have Takagi take care of his problem instead.

I’ll win next time for sure…

“To get to the post office, you must walk forward about one hundred meters, then turn left.” Nishikata spoke the words in English, slowly and deliberately, as he translated the sentence his teacher had written on the board.

“Good, Nishikata,” Tanabe told him. “Have a seat.” Just as he said that, the bell rang, signaling the end of class. “That will be lunch, then,” the teacher announced. “I’ll see you all back here after the break.”

Nishikata gave a relieved sigh as he sat back down, glad that his teacher hadn’t scolded him for screwing anything up.

“That was great, Nishikata-kun.” Mina came over and stood by Takagi’s desk, followed by Sanae and Yukari. “I didn’t know you were so good at English.”

“Huh? Oh, thank you…” the dark-haired boy replied.

“Mhmm,” Takagi nodded in agreement, giving him a sideways glance as she spoke to Mina. “He’s got great oral skills.”

Nishikata’s eyes shot open at her words. Mina and Yukari didn’t seem to notice anything, but Sanae gave a curious glance in his direction.

“We were going to have lunch together,” Yukari said. “Would you both like to join us?” she offered.

Takagi smiled. “Certainly,” she said, answering for herself and for Nishikata.

A few minutes later, five desks were shoved together, and the five of them were enjoying their lunches out of their bento boxes. Nishikata sat with Takagi on his right and Mina across from him. Sanae sat across from Takagi, and Yukari’s desk was pushed up next to theirs.

Soon after they started eating, Nishikata felt something between his legs. However, unlike last time, he immediately scooted backwards, pulling away from Mina’s outstretched foot.

“Hey!” he complained.

Mina merely giggled, wiggling her foot under the table. “What’s the matter, Nishikata-kun? Scared of a little foot?”

“Mina!” Yukari chided.

“Ehh? What?”

“Not today,” Takagi told her calmly.

Nishikata watched as Takagi and Mina held each other’s gaze for a second. Tagaki’s smile was very non-threatening, but her insistent gaze gave her words a sense of finality.

“Aww…” Mina pouted, pulling her leg back.

Takagi turned to Nishikata and nodded her head towards his desk, as if telling him, ‘ It’s alright. You can move back now. ’

“Thank you, Takagi-san…” he muttered, scooting forward and returning to his lunch.

Yukari cleared her throat. “So, uh, how’d everyone do on the science quiz?” she asked, apparently wishing to change the subject.

While he ate, Nishikata glanced to his side and noticed Takagi tapping her phone underneath her desk. A moment later, he felt his own phone buzzing. Taking it out of his pocket, he saw that Takagi had just texted him.

“Other girls don’t get to touch you unless I say so,” the message read.

Takagi looked at him, but quickly looked back at her phone to send another message.

“And you don’t get to touch other girls either.”

While her friends continued their conversation, Takagi and Nishikata made eye contact again, with Takagi’s expectant gaze making it clear she was looking for a response of some kind.

“I know,” he whispered, agreeing to the rules she’d set without thinking.

Takagi’s smile grew broader, and she sent a third text.

“Good boy.”

Nishikata’s face turned a little red. He wasn’t sure why, but hearing those words from Takagi made his heart race a little, and he squirmed in his seat. He heard her giggle quietly, and then another message appeared on his phone.

The text read, “Here’s your treat,” and it was accompanied by a picture of Takagi taken in front of a full-length mirror. It showed her wearing the tiny black bra and panties with the stockings she’d modeled for him at her house.

“Ahh!” Nishikata jumped at the sight of the picture, nearly dropping his phone. His sudden outburst startled some of the girls around him.

“Whoa!” Yukari said in surprise.

“Ahh!” Mina cried. “Nishikata-kun, what happened?”

“N-Nothing, nothing!” he replied, scrambling to put his phone away.

Mina’s face lit up. “Ooh, were you looking at something pervy? I wanna see!”

“What? No, no, it was nothing like that,” Nishikata said with an unconvincing chuckle.

“Hmmmm?” Mina’s big eyebrows rose, giving him a smug, skeptical look. “Are you suuure ?”

“Was he looking at something pervy?” Sanae asked Takagi.

“Mhmm,” Takagi confirmed with a nod.

“Hey! Takagi-san!” Nishikata complained.

That’s not fair! You’re the one who sent me that picture in the first place!

Mina gasped happily. “So it was pervy! Lemme see! Lemme see!”

“No.” Takagi shook her head, denying her friend. “Nishikata, don’t show her.”

“I wasn’t going to. And there’s nothing to show!” he said, catching himself at the last second, causing Mina to giggle.

“Good boy,” Takagi told him.

She’d done it before, but Nishikata felt weird about her calling him ‘ good boy ’ in front of her friends. However, they didn’t react to it at all, apparently seeing it as normal by that point. Nevertheless, hearing her say it out loud also felt even better than reading it in a text.

What is wrong with me…?

It wasn’t even a question what Nishikata was going to do with the picture Takagi had sent him. Back home in his room that night, he held out as long as he could, but even he knew it was inevitable. He’d made it through the school day. He’d made it through dinner. He’d finished his homework. Now was the time he’d spend reading manga or otherwise killing time before bed. But there was only one thing on his mind.

Lying against his headboard, propped up by his pillows, Nishikata held his phone in front of himself in one hand. His other hand traced lightly over the tent in his shorts. He was already hard just thinking about it, and he had a feeling Takagi would take great pleasure in knowing that.

Opening up his messages with her, Nishikata was greeted with the photo of Takagi in her underwear. His face immediately went red again just from looking at it.

Why did she send this to me?

He sort of had an answer already. The two messages she’d sent before the picture were “Good boy,” and “Here’s your treat,” as if she were rewarding a well-trained dog. That bothered him a little, although the twitching of his dick said otherwise.

Did she expect that I’d do this?

Nishikata lightly stroked himself through his shorts, keeping an eye on the photo of his nearly-naked crush. In light of recent events, Nishikata knew Takagi was not ignorant about sex. She had to have known he’d end up jerking off to her selfie.

Well, if she doesn’t mind…

No longer wishing to be constrained by his shorts, Nishikata pushed them down along with his underwear, kicking them off once they’d reached his ankles. With his hard cock standing free, he resumed stroking himself, eyes firmly locked on Takagi’s smug yet alluring smirk.

I can’t believe she let me see her in her underwear.

The memory of her modeling her underwear for him flooded his mind, and he moaned lightly to himself as he masturbated to it.

I can’t believe she let me lick her.

“Nghh…” Nishikata tried to imagine what she would have let him do if he’d won their little game.

Would she have used her mouth on me instead?

While he stared at Takagi’s face in the photo, he imagined her lying on his bed in front of him, with her hand stroking him instead of his own, before she put it into her mouth.

“T-Takagi-san!” he moaned.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed in his hand.

“Ahh!” he screamed, pulling his hand away from his dick and rolling over, hiding his shame from an invisible intruder. When he came to his senses, he looked at his phone and saw a message had appeared beneath Takagi’s picture.

“You’re not doing anything naughty with my photo right now, are you?”

“Wha--? How…?” Nishikata once again contemplated the possibility that Takagi was spying on him somehow. When he concluded that she probably wasn’t, he thought about how to respond. He knew he didn’t have to respond. He could have just continued doing what he’d been doing. All he’d have to do was pretend he’d already been asleep when she texted him. But, for some reason, he felt compelled to not ignore her.

“Why do you ask, Takagi-san?” he eventually texted back, knowing he was doing nothing more than stalling for time.

Almost immediately, another message came in from Takagi. “I told you I don’t like you doing naughty things, Nishikata.” Although it wasn’t always easy to tell the tone of a text message, Nishikata sensed it had come with an air of sternness and disappointment.

Nishikata furrowed his brow. “You said you didn’t want me doing it in your house,” he texted back.

“I don’t think I like you doing it at all,” came her response, followed quickly by another message, adding “Without my permission.”

Nishikata stared at his phone. From that string of messages, it was clear what Takagi wanted him to do. But could he do it? It would be humiliating, and it would be completely unnecessary. He sat there with his hand on his dick for a while, finding himself unable to stroke it. Sighing, he typed out his reply.

“Can I?”

Nishikata held his breath. After a moment, his phone informed him that Takagi was typing. However, she must have been typing a rather long message. He waited with anticipation for what felt like forever, although it was probably only about a minute. Then, finally, Takagi’s answer came.

“Nope!” was all her message said, followed by a smiley face emoji.

“Aughh! Damn you, Takagi-san! You totally did that on purpose!” Nishikata cried in frustration, removing his hand from his dick. After lightly hitting his fist against the mattress a couple times, he composed himself and sighed. “Fine. I’ll delete the picture you sent,” he texted back. Surely if he wasn’t using anything of hers, she wouldn’t have any say in whether or not he jerked off in his own home, right?

“You can’t even go one day without doing naughty things? You really are a perv, Nishikata.”

“What--?” He could imagine the smug, teasing look on her face as she said that. “That’s not it! It’s just because you sent me that picture!” he texted back, feeling the need to defend his honor.

I am not a perv…

“Oh yeah?” Takagi replied. “How about a match, then?”

Nishikata threw his head back and groaned.

Of course she’d make this into a match somehow…

He sighed, but he quickly realized what sort of chance he had. “Fine. What’s the challenge?” he texted back.

“If you can make it two whole days without cumming, I’ll do for you what you did for me last time, and more.”

Despite everything that had happened between them, Nishikata still blushed as he read the word ‘ cumming ’ in Takagi’s text message. Regardless, she’d offered exactly what he’d wanted her to.

If I win, I’ll get a blowjob!

The challenge didn’t sound that difficult, either. He’d gone way longer than that without jerking off before. “Does today count as a day?” he asked for clarification.

“Yep,” came Takagi’s reply.

Nishikata smiled excitedly. Really, he only needed to last for one more day in order to win. “How will you know?” he asked her, not having the guts to fully type out ‘ How will you know if I cum? ’

“I’ll know,” she said simply.

Once again, Nishikata glanced about his room with paranoia, expecting to see a camera somewhere. He didn’t, however, and he decided that Takagi simply meant she’d rely on her supernatural ability to read him like a book.

I hate that she can do that…

She sent another message. “And if I win, I get to decide when you can do naughty things from now on.” That was Takagi’s final condition.

Nishikata really didn’t like the sound of that, but he decided he was definitely going to win this time. “Deal,” he replied.

“Great! You’re on. See you tomorrow, Nishikata. Sweet dreams,” Takagi texted back, adding a winking emoji at the end.

“Good night.” Somewhat reluctantly, Nishikata put his phone away and changed into his pajamas. He chuckled to himself as he climbed back into his bed, this time getting under the covers. “You fool, Takagi-san. This will be easy,” he declared to himself.

However, once he was in bed, he noticed the tent he was still making. His hard-on hadn’t gone down in the slightest, and if he did anything about that, he would lose. Not wanting to panic, Nishikata defiantly shut his eyes, telling himself it would go down on its own.

Getting to sleep that night was not easy.

Damn you, Takagi-san…

Nishikata was feeling a little tired. He sat in the classroom with his head resting against his desk. He’d managed to get to sleep the night before, although it had ended up being tougher than he’d hoped. He’d also woken up that morning with some serious morning wood, but luckily, it had gone down before he left the house.

He had not seen Takagi yet that morning, but he knew she would be there soon. It was impossible to predict what she’d do exactly, but he knew she would be teasing him harder than usual that day. If he was going to win the match, he had to stay strong.

Don’t let her get into your head…

“Good morning, Nishikata.”

The young boy only flinched a little at the sound of her voice. Lifting his head and putting on a confident face, he turned to face her. “Good morning, Takagi-san.”

Rather than sitting down at first, Takagi grabbed her desk and dragged it across the floor until it was touching Nishikata’s desk. She then took a seat, casually unpacking a few things from her school bag as if everything was normal.

“Um. Why are you sitting so close, Takagi-san?” Nishikata asked, already feeling a little nervous just from having her so close to him.

She smells nice…

Takagi did not answer. Instead, she turned to face him, putting her elbow on his desk and leaning forward with her chin resting against her fist. Nishikata shrank back a little, blushing as his personal space was violated. The young girl’s piercing gaze seemed to analyze him slowly, raking up and down his body.

“You haven’t lost yet, I see,” Takagi said.

“Of course I haven’t.” Although he was a little disturbed by how confidently she’d stated that analysis, Nishikata tried to play it cool. “Did you think you would defeat me so easily, Takagi-san?” He chuckled, wagging his finger at her. “I think you’ll find I have excellent self-control.”

Wordlessly, Takagi leaned even closer. She took her arm off of Nishikata’s desk, then calmly placed her hand on his right thigh. He let out a yelp and flinched at the contact, but that didn’t faze her. She kept her hand where it was and met his gaze, staring at him with a friendly smile on her face.

Nishikata felt his blood pumping. Of course he was clothed, but her hand was so close to his dick.

Is she going to touch me there?

At the thought of getting a handjob from Takagi, Nishikata began to get erect. To make matters worse, Takagi very slowly moved her hand down his thigh, then up again, softly stroking his leg. In no time at all, he was tenting his pants.

Takagi’s smile remained as polite as ever. “Excellent self-control.” She repeated his words back to him in a manner that would have sounded genuine in most other contexts, but based on the situation, he knew she was being sarcastic.

Having unleashed her opening attack, Takagi removed her hand from his thigh and faced forward, acting like a normal student ready for a normal day of school. Nishikata was suddenly feeling less confident.

Don’t give up! I just need to make it through one day…

Their teacher didn’t question Nishikata and Takagi having their desks right next to each other. He probably assumed one of them had forgotten one of their school books. Nishikata wasn’t really worried about that. He was more worried about what their classmates would think, and what Takagi might tell them. When their first class began, Sanae stared at them for a while, and Mina kept glancing over at them and giggling.

Shut up…

Nishikata tried to ignore Takagi’s friends. He tried to ignore Takagi , too. Maybe if he just focused on the classwork, he’d be able to make it through this. However, Takagi wasn’t going to let Nishikata forget about her so easily.

At one point, Nishikata heard the unmistakable sound of clothing rustling beside him. Against his better judgment, he glanced to his right.

Takagi was facing forward, playing the part of the diligent student. However, her left hand was rubbing up and down her leg, moving over her skirt. She did not look in Nishikata’s direction, but she must have realized he was looking at her. Rather than continuing to rub her leg over her skirt, her hand caught the end of her skirt and raised it up, slowly uncovering her left thigh. She didn’t stop until she’d nearly revealed her panties.

Nishikata couldn’t help but stare. Every part of Takagi was beautiful, but Nishikata definitely had a thing for her thighs. Glancing upwards, he saw she was now looking at him out of the corner of her eye. She smirked when they made eye contact, then directed her eyes forward again.

Annoyed with himself for falling for one of her tricks so easily, Nishikata turned away from her and rubbed his face in his hands. It wasn’t lost on him that the erection she’d given him early was not going away.

Takagi let up on him for a little bit after that. Nishikata was able to regain his focus on the class, and while he was still hard, it wasn’t so bad that his mind was stuck on it.

After teasing him a few more times sporadically throughout the day, Takagi’s next big attack came just as the class was being dismissed for lunch. After writing something in her notebook, Takagi lifted it upright and placed it atop her desk, making a loud enough noise to draw Nishikata’s attention. When he turned to see what she was doing, she was holding the book open. Across the page, she’d written in big letters, “I liked having my pussy in your face.”

Nishikata gasped and nearly fell out of his chair. His reaction was enough to draw the attention of several of their classmates, which made his face go even redder than it was already. Takagi merely closed her notebook and laughed. It was the purest, most joyful laugh Nishikata had ever heard from a girl. One would never expect she’d just written something so dirty in her notebook. Despite how embarrassed he was, Nishikata couldn’t help but admire her.

How can she be so sweet and so devious at the same time?

Eventually, the school day came to an end. Nishikata had put up with Takagi’s cockteasing all day, and he’d resisted the urge to go rub one out in the bathroom. All he needed to do was survive the afternoon and the evening without jerking off, and he’d be the winner of Takagi’s challenge.

If only it were that easy…

As everyone else packed their things and left the classroom, Takagi stayed firmly in her seat. She kept her eyes on Nishikata, resting her head against her hand as she smiled silently at him. Although she said nothing, Nishikata got the distinct impression that she wanted him to wait with her until everyone else was gone.

If I ignore her and leave, it will be so much easier for me to win…

He did not leave. After his bag was packed, he sat awkwardly in his seat, watching his other classmates pass him by. Soon, it was just the two of them.

Nishikata forced a smile. “Did you need something, Takagi-san?” he asked.

“We need to wait a few more minutes,” she told him.

The dark-haired boy raised an eyebrow. “What for?”

His cute tormentor did not answer. She merely continued to smile mysteriously. Nishikata tried to be patient at first, listening to the sound of the clock ticking away as they waited for another minute. He quickly became uncomfortable.

I can’t fall for whatever this is. She’s just trying to psych me out or something.

“I think I’m gonna walk home,” Nishikata declared, pushing his chair back as he stood up.

“Sit down.” There was no threat in Takagi’s voice. She’d merely given him a short, simple command in her calm, sweet voice.

Just as before, Nishikata was compelled to listen for whatever reason. Without any argument, he sat back down, noticing something as he did.

Why am I so hard again?!

He was forced to squirm a little in his seat to find a way to sit comfortably. He hoped Takagi wouldn’t notice anything. However, her eyes flicked downwards for half a second, followed by a slight widening of her grin, and that told Nishikata everything he needed to know.

Damn you, Takagi-san…

Luckily, the pretty young girl did not force him to sit in silence with her for very long. Her phone vibrated, and she took it out to check the message. Afterwards, she put her phone away and got up from her seat. “Stand up,” she told him.

Nishikata did so, standing up once more.

Takagi smiled, as if pleased by his obedience. “Follow me.”

Nishikata was expecting her to lead him to some other part of the school. Instead, she merely led him over to the storage locker in the back of the classroom. She then opened the locker door and held it open, looking at Nishikata expectantly.

Nishikata did not see anything of particular note inside the locker, leaving him confused. “Takagi-san?” he asked.

“Get in.”

Nishikata was surprised by the command. “What--?” Before he could question her, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching the classroom door.

“You better hurry, Nishikata,” Takagi warned him in a quiet voice, smiling playfully. “Someone might think we’re up to something if they see us alone in here together.”

Nishikata didn’t have much time to process her words. He made a panicked decision to step into the locker, and Takagi closed it behind him.

“I’m not going to lock it,” she whispered to him. Through the slits in the locker door, Nishikata could see her walk back over to her desk. He heard the classroom door slide open, but Takagi did not seem the least bit worried.

Another girl carrying a school bag soon came into view. She had brown eyes, a distinctive beauty mark beneath her right eye, and light brown hair, worn with one braid in the front going across to the left and a pair of hair clips on the right.

Houjou-san? What is she doing here?

Walking up to Takagi, Houjou smiled. “Good afternoon, Takagi-chan.”

Takagi turned to the other girl and gave a brief bow. “Houjou-san, thank you so much for coming.”

Nishikata couldn’t help but notice the way Takagi was acting. She was always a polite girl, but she seemed to treat Houjou extra respectfully. Takagi usually addressed boys with the - kun honorific and girls with - chan . As far as Nishikata could remember, Houjou was the only classmate of theirs who Takagi regularly addressed with - san .

The only other exception is me, and I’m just Nishikata.

For some reason, Nishikata’s heart beat a little faster at that thought.

“Of course, I was glad to.” Houjou stepped over to an empty desk and set her bag down. “Shall we?” she asked.

“Yes,” Takagi agreed with a nod.

At the same time, both girls began to undress.

Whaaaat?!

Nishikata had not been prepared for that. He’d seen Takagi in her underwear already, but watching her through the slits in the locker felt wrong. And more importantly, Houjou was stripping down as well, and she didn’t even know he was there.

I can’t look!

Nishikata covered his eyes, sweat dripping down his forehead as his heart beat even faster. But, of course, Nishikata was only human. Soon, his fingers spread apart, allowing him to peek through and see what was happening.

Both Takagi and Houjou had already removed their tops. Nishikata had opened his eyes the moment they both undid their skirts and let them fall to the ground, leaving them in their underwear. Nishikata gasped when he saw the sight before him, and he shoved his hand over his mouth to quiet himself. Takagi was wearing the purple and white floral-patterned underwear she’d shown off to him before, while Houjou was wearing a dangerously revealing red bra and panties.

Takagi and Houjou reached into their bags, each pulling out a white athletic top and a pair of red burumas.

Oh, they’re just changing.

Nishikata wasn’t sure what he’d expected, but now the girls’ sudden decision to strip down made more sense. However, before they began redressing, Houjou spoke up.

“Wow, Takagi-chan. Your underwear is very pretty.”

Takagi smiled. “Thank you. I bought it for someone special.” She gave Houjou a quick little spin, showing her the entire outfit.

“Oh! Turn around once more?” Houjou requested.

Takagi did so. She turned her back to Houjou, leaning forward a little with her hands on her desk, sticking her ass out. As she looked over her shoulder, she briefly made eye contact with Nishikata through the slits in the locker, nearly giving him a heart attack.

Luckily, Houjou still didn’t notice that she and Takagi had an audience. “Oh my.” Houjou walked over to Takagi and placed her hands on the other girl’s ass, cupping her cheeks.

Nishikata had to choke back another gasp.

What is going on here?!

He hadn’t noticed it yet, but he was now unconsciously rubbing himself through the front of his pants.

“I’m sure your special someone will appreciate these,” Houjou said, giving Takagi’s ass a light slap before pulling her hands away.

Takagi giggled and turned around. “He’d probably appreciate it more if I had these.” Takagi raised her hands towards Houjou’s chest. Houjou’s breasts were not large, but she was by far the most developed girl in their class, so her assets definitely stood out beside Takagi’s. “May I?” Takagi asked before actually touching her.

Houjou moved her shoulders back, proudly thrusting her chest forward. “Go right ahead.”

Before grabbing her friend’s breasts, Takagi shot another subtle sideways glance towards Nishikata, smirking at him.

“Mmhh…” Nishikata moaned into his hand as Takagi began playing with Houjou’s breasts through her bra. Now fully conscious of what he was doing but unable to stop himself, he unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out.

There’s no rule against jerking off, I just can’t cum…

“Mm…” Houjou let out a moan as well, clearly enjoying the feel of Takagi’s hands on her breasts. She enjoyed it so much, she seemed to want Takagi to have more access to them, as she reached behind her back and undid her bra strap. Once the bra fell out of the way, Takagi gripped the other girl’s small breasts and kneaded them.

“How do you get them so big?” Takagi asked.

Houjou laughed. “Well, I hear massaging them like this helps.” She reached behind Takagi’s back and undid her bra as well. “Here, let me help you.”

Nishikata froze as he watched. He’d seen nearly all of Takagi at this point, but he’d still never seen her bare chest. She had hardly any breasts to speak of, and they were only visible for a second before Houjou’s hands covered them, but it still got Nishikata’s neurons firing like nothing else.

Takagi-san’s boobs!

Nishikata nearly came. He had to slow his pumping in order to stop himself, and he again resisted the urge to moan in pleasure at the sight. He thought there was no way this could get any better, but soon enough, he was proven wrong.

Takagi and Houjou stared into each other’s eyes as they played with each other’s breasts. Nishikata recognized their lusty, half-lidded gazes. Their cheeks were flushed. They seemed desperately thirsty for something. And then, suddenly, they kissed, both of them moving their faces forward for their lips to meet. They kissed slowly and sensually, eyes closed, tongues exploring one another’s mouths. Nishikata was completely entranced by the sight.

After who knows how long, the two girls pulled their faces apart, a small string of drool still connecting their lips. They panted slightly, as if a little out of breath, staring into each other’s eyes. Nishikata thought they were finished, but they weren’t. Completely in sync with one another, Takagi and Houjou both pushed their panties down their legs and let them drop to the floor.

Now completely naked, the two girls resumed their makeout session. This time, they each reached a hand between the other’s legs, rubbing slowly. While they had been largely silent before, barring the occasional soft moan, now the two of them were moaning loudly, the heat and the smell of sex filling the room. Slyly, while the other girl had her eyes closed, Takagi shot Nishikata another side glance, locking eyes with him as she made out with their pretty classmate.

Takagi-san!

It was too much for Nishikata. He shot his load all over the inside of the locker door, unable to keep himself from pumping as he watched the schoolgirl yuri makeout session before him. Unfortunately, his orgasm threw him off balance, causing him to trip backwards into the locker. “Ahh!” he screamed as he came crashing down, knocking over various stacked-up school supplies as he did.

Oh, no.

Takagi had known he was there the entire time, but now Houjou would surely be alerted to his presence.

She’s gonna think I’m such a pervert…

As the footsteps approached, all he could do was scramble to pull his pants up.

The door swung open, and Nishikata found himself lying on the ground while a very naked Houjou stood over him, looking down at him with disgust. Meanwhile, Takagi, just as naked, stood behind the other girl with a big grin on her face.

“Well, well, Takagi-chan,” Houjou announced. “It appears we’ve got a little pervert spying on us.”

“Wait! Wait, no! It’s not what you think, Houjou-san!” Nishikata shouted, shielding his face with his hands in an attempt to not look upon her nakedness up close. “Takagi-san! It was Takagi-san! She made me hide in here!” He hoped Takagi would corroborate his claims, but she just stood there, watching in amusement.

Houjou continued to look down at him like he was living garbage for a moment longer, but then, her face softened. Her lips curled into a smile, and she let out a chuckle. “Sorry, I was just messing with you,” she said, extending her hand in an offer to help him up. “Takagi told me all about it. I knew you were in there the whole time.”

“W-What?” Nishikata asked in confusion.

Takagi laughed so hard, she held her arms to her belly as if her sides were splitting. Even though her laughter was at Nishikata’s expense, he couldn’t help but find it to be a beautiful sound.

Still half-heartedly covering his eyes with one hand, Nishikata took Houjou’s hand with the other and allowed her to help him up. “Thank you, Houjou-san. I’m so sorry,” he said as he stepped out of the locker.

His pretty classmate chuckled once more. “You don’t need to apologize, Nishikata-kun,” she assured him. “And you can look all you want. I wouldn’t be standing here naked if it bothered me.”

Nishikata lowered his hand, but even though Houjou had said he could look at her, he still looked to Takagi for her permission first. She nodded her head, looking very pleased with him for checking. So, with his face red as a tomato, he looked Houjou up and down. She merely stood there with her hand on her hip, flipped her hair, and smiled confidently.

While Nishikata was still figuring out what to do in this situation, Takagi nonchalantly walked behind Houjou, stepping over to the open locker door. She leaned over a little, examining the inside of it.

“Takagi-san?” Nishikata asked, wondering what she was doing.

Takagi turned to face him. She smiled, waiting a moment to build the suspense. Then, she pulled the door open further, presenting the inside of it to Nishikata. The look on his face told her he’d spotted his own spilled jizz splattered across the door.

“I win,” Takagi said, grinning victoriously.

“Ahh!” Nishikata shouted, rushing to grab some paper towels out of the locker so he could clean the door. Takagi and Houjou both laughed.

While Nishikata cleaned up, the girls returned to their desks and finally resumed changing. They got redressed into their underwear, then pulled on their shirts and their tight burumas.

“You probably have some business to finish up here, so I’ll run a lap or two around the school while I wait,” Houjou said to Takagi. “Meet me outside when you’re ready.” Afterwards, she turned and waved to Nishikata. “Glad you enjoyed the show,” she said with a wink. With that, she turned around and walked to the door. Nishikata couldn’t help but notice the way her ass cheeks peeked out from beneath her burumas.

“It’s rude to stare, Nishikata,” Takagi reminded him after Houjou was out of the room.

“She said I could!”

Takagi laughed. “It’s okay,” she told him, leaning back against her desk. “But you lost, Nishikata. You know what that means, right?”

Nishikata gulped and nodded his head.

“No more…” Takagi moved her hand up and down in the air, as if she was stroking an invisible object. “...without my permission. Got it?”

“Yes, Takagi-san.” Nishikata burned with shame as he agreed.

I can’t believe I lost…

Takagi let out another of her sweet little giggles, almost letting Nishikata forget about his troubles for a second. “Don’t worry, Nishikata. I won’t be too hard on you. After all, I let you see the prettiest girl in school naked just now, didn’t I?” she added, gesturing towards the door to indicate the girl who’d just left.

“Houjou-san isn’t the prettiest girl in school,” Nishikata said without thinking.

Takagi’s teasing smile dropped, and she stared at him in shock.

“Um. Not-- Not that she isn’t pretty or anything! I just meant, I just…” Nishikata trailed off as Takagi stepped away from her desk. She advanced on Nishikata, her face entirely blank, leaving him unable to decipher if he’d made her angry somehow. As she got closer, Nishikata backed up until his back was flat against the closed door of the locker he’d hidden in early. “T-Takagi-san?”

Takagi stood so close, her face was practically touching his. She had some red in her cheeks, though not nearly as much as Nishikata did. He was nervous, but she just stood there for a few moments. The only sounds he could hear were the ticking of the clock and the beating of his own heart.

Before he knew what to do, Takagi kissed him. She leaned forward and planted a kiss right on his lips. Her eyes closed, but his shot open wide in surprise.

As quickly as it had happened, it was over. Takagi took two steps back. They stared at each other again, and for once, Takagi looked a little flustered.

“I-I’m going for a run with Houjou-san,” she said. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Nishikata.”

“O-Okay,” was all Nishikata could say. He stood where he was with his back against the locker as he watched her leave. He could not believe what had just happened.

Thank you, Takagi-san…

Chapter Text

Nishikata tapped his foot, sitting at his desk in his bedroom. Upon his desk sat his phone. Currently, he was staring down at it like it was a plate full of bell peppers he was trying to work up the nerve to consume. Slowly, he reached a hand towards his phone, but just as he’d done three times already, he pulled it back before he touched it.

I don’t need to do it.

Leaning back in his chair, Nishikata let out a frustrated sigh.

She doesn’t really expect me to ask her permission, right?

Throughout all of the matches he and Takagi had competed in, Nishikata had never welched on a punishment game. He may have lost half the time -- maybe more than half -- maybe pretty much every time -- but he was not a sore loser. But this? This was ridiculous, even by their standards.

Taking a peek down at his shorts, Nishikata could see the obvious tent. Shamefully, he put one leg over the other, as if he needed to hide his erection from somebody.

Damn you, Takagi-san…

It was her fault he was like this. She’d teased him once again at school that day. And not the normal kind of teasing. It was that new kind of teasing she’d become fiendishly good at lately. The kind that always landed him in this predicament.

Earlier that day, Nishikata had found himself alone in the classroom with Takagi. He’d made the mistake of commenting on how he liked his seat. Takagi had taken that as an invitation to come over and sit on his lap in order to ‘ see for herself ,’ she’d claimed. Having Takagi’s cute little butt right on top of him like that… he didn’t stand a chance.

Nishikata groaned again, feeling his stiff rod throb at the memory. He really wanted to do ‘ naughty things ,’ as Takagi put it. But, according to the rules of their latest match, he wasn’t allowed to do that without her permission. It was such a weird rule. It was unfair. It was frustrating. And yet, he still felt compelled to comply.

Just ask her. Maybe she’ll let me… even if she didn’t last time.

With shaky hands, Nishikata picked up his phone and typed out a text to Takagi.

“Takagi-san, can I do it?”

His heart beat rapidly as soon as he hit ‘send.’ A part of him hoped she wouldn’t respond, but almost immediately, his phone began to vibrate -- not from a text, but from a call.

“ Ahh !” Nishikata was so shocked, he fell out of his chair. In a panic, he scrambled to get back onto his feet and answer his phone. “Y-Yes?” he practically shouted, his voice a higher pitch than normal.

“Good evening, Nishikata,” came Takagi’s soft and playful voice over the phone. “I saw your message.”

“G-Good evening, Takagi-san…” The dark-haired boy sat back down in his chair, unable to think of anything to say. He hoped Takagi would simply give him an answer as soon as possible.

“Well, Nishikata, I was hoping to ask you to be more specific,” Takagi explained. Her face was not visible over the phone, but Nishikata could instantly tell from the tone of her voice that she was smirking. “Can you do ‘ it ’?” Takagi repeated questioningly. “What is ‘ it ,’ Nishikata? Could you please tell me?”

Nishikata clutched his hand over his heart, already sweating. Doing this over text messages was one thing. Doing it over the phone was so much worse.

“Um… you know… the thing I need your permission to do…” Nishikata answered, trying his best to say it without really saying it.

“Hmmmmm?” Takagi didn’t even try to hide how much she was loving this. “My apologies, Nishikata. Could you please ask me properly?”

He gulped.

She can never make things easy for me…

Nishikata cleared his throat and began again. “Takagi-san, may I please… do… naughty things?” he asked, using Takagi’s own euphemisms in hopes she’d find it acceptable.

Takagi gasped, as if genuinely surprised and shocked.

“What? What’s wrong?” Nishikata was immediately on alert, although the rational part of his brain knew she was just teasing him. Again .

And that somehow made him even harder.

“It’s rude to ask a girl that, Nishikata,” Takagi informed him.

“ This whole thing was your idea !” Nishikata forcefully pointed out.

The girlish laughter coming through the phone made Nishikata’s heart melt. “Takagi-san…”

“Tell me what you want to do, Nishikata,” the devious girl requested. “And be honest.”

Nishikata gulped again.

Maybe she’ll say ‘yes’ if I do this…

“Takagi-san… I want to… I want to… masturbate ,” Nishikata said, whispering the last word in as quiet of a voice as he could manage.

“Hm?” came the reply over the phone. “What was that, Nishikata? I couldn’t quite hear you.”

The young boy sighed, knowing where she was going with this. “I want to… masturbate,” he said, still highly reluctant to say it, but saying it louder this time.

“You want to what ?”

“I want to masturbate !” Nishikata practically screamed the words. As soon as he did, he glanced nervously at his bedroom door, scared that his mother might have overheard him.

Takagi laughed once more -- that beautiful, soul-lifting laugh. How could such an angelic girl make him say such things out loud?

“Good boy,” Takagi told him. “I’m glad you’re being honest with me. You should always be honest with me, remember,” she reminded him.

“I will,” Nishikata promised. “So… can I do it?”

“Do what?”

“ Masturbate !”

She laughed again, but only briefly before she finally answered plainly. “No.”

Nishikata was stunned. “What?”

“I said ‘no ,’ Nishikata.” Takagi spoke the words with an odd mix of playfulness and sternness, as if she was having fun but still making it clear that she meant what she said.

“W-Well why not?!” the dark-haired boy asked, his frustration coming through clearly.

“Because I said so,” Takagi said simply. “And you have to do what I say, don’t you?”

“Yes, Takagi-san…” He was disappointed, but Nishikata relented, intent on honoring the deal they’d made regardless of how frustrating it was.

What sounded like heavy breathing came through over the phone for a moment. “Promise me you won’t do naughty things tonight,” Takagi commanded him, her voice a little shaky.

Nishikata furrowed his brow. “Takagi-san, is everything--?”

“Promise me, Nishikata!” the brown-haired girl insisted.

“Okay, I promise!”

“Promise what?”

“I won’t masturbate tonight!”

Takagi laughed. “Good boy,” she said again before abruptly hanging up.

Nishikata was still confused, but he was much too frustrated to worry about that right now. Groaning, he put his phone back down on his desk, then stood up and shuffled over to his bed.

“Oh well,” he said aloud. “Let’s hope she’s feeling more merciful tomorrow…”

Takagi dropped her phone onto the bed beside her. After making sure she’d hung up, she was free to let out the moan she’d been repressing for the last few minutes.

The young girl lay on her bed, her head leaning back against her pillow. With her hand, she grabbed the pair of Nishikata’s underwear that she’d won from him and draped it over her face. She wore only a long T-shirt, her jeans shorts having been discarded shortly after calling Nishikata. Her pretty pink panties had been pulled down a bit later, and they now hung loosely around one ankle.

He must be so frustrated right now!

Thoughts of Nishikata filled her mind as she rubbed herself between her legs. Denying him had turned her on more than she’d expected. The very instant he’d texted her for permission to jerk off, she’d felt her panties getting wet.

I decide when he can and can’t do that now. I control his most precious thing. I own it!

She let out another moan, somewhat worried her mother might overhear, but too caught up in her own devious thoughts to care too much.

“Nishikata…” His name left her wet lips. With her free hand, she pressed his underwear against her face, inhaling what remained of her crush’s scent as she masturbated.

“Oh! Ohh! Ohhh! Ohhhh !” In only a few minutes, she felt herself going over the edge, arching her back as she dug her fingers into herself. As she came, she pictured Nishikata’s face, imagining him with a look of total frustration as he sat in his room with a hard-on he had no way to take care of.

I can do this all I want… but he can’t!

Takagi shuddered as she finished, settling back onto her bed. She pulled Nishikata’s underwear aside, allowing herself to breathe more clearly.

“This is so much fun,” she muttered to herself in a dreamlike way, already falling asleep. A wicked smile crept across her lips. “Just wait until you see what I do next, Nishikata…”

Nishikata heard Takagi as she entered the classroom. Embarrassed by last night’s conversation but wanting to play it cool, he stared out the window, pretending not to notice her presence.

“Good morning, Nishikata,” came her sweet voice.

The young boy turned his head. “Ah, Takagi-san. Good morning,” he said, doing his best to act natural. “How are you?”

Takagi didn’t answer. She put her bag down, then casually stepped over to Nishikata’s desk. Bending over slightly, she leaned her head forward, invading Nishikata’s personal space as if she had every right to.

“Um, Takagi-san?” Nishikata asked nervously, leaning away from her.

Takagi studied his face carefully, analyzing him in some way. With her so close to him, he could smell the sweet scent of her shampoo, and he couldn’t help but picture the body he knew she had underneath those clothes. Cheeks flushing red, Nishikata averted his gaze, avoiding eye contact. However, he kept peeking at her, hoping she would either stop or at least tell him what she was doing.

For an instant, Takagi’s eyes flicked downward. Nishikata’s did the same, immediately realizing she was checking on his obvious boner.

Damn you, Takagi-san!

A smirk crept onto her face. “You didn’t cheat,” she said. “Good boy.”

Nishikata took that to mean she could tell he hadn’t masturbated the night before. Given Takagi’s uncanny sixth sense when it came to reading his mind, Nishikata had no trouble believing she could tell.

“Of course I didn’t cheat,” Nishikata asserted.

“I like to see that,” Takagi said, turning in place before heading back over to her desk. “Keep it up, Nishikata.”

For the first few days, Nishikata thought he could handle it. Surprisingly, Takagi was somewhat merciful to him while at school. She still teased him like normal, but she didn’t do very much to intentionally turn him on like she’d done on other occasions. Nishikata was able to remain optimistic that she’d grant him a release soon.

However, after about five days, Nishikata was beginning to lose hope. Every night, he would text Takagi or speak with her on the phone, practically begging for permission to touch himself. Sometimes she’d reject him immediately, sometimes she’d draw it out just for fun. Either way, the answer he received was unequivocally a flat ‘ no .’

On Sunday night, Nishikata found himself in his room, reading his latest manga. Despite his insistence that he read it for the action, he could not deny that the girls in the manga were hot, especially with their skimpy outfits and exaggerated poses. Nishikata wasn’t even planning on looking at porn or anything that night, but as he turned to a two-page spread featuring two of the main girls laid out in bikinis, he suddenly found himself needing to jerk off.

After resisting for less than a minute, he scrambled out of bed and over to his desk. Sitting down in his chair, he grabbed his phone and quickly called his de facto mistress.

“Good evening, Nishikata,” came Takagi’s sweet voice over the phone.

“Good evening, Takagi-san,” Nishikata replied quickly, not wishing to forget his manners even in this situation. “Can I do it tonight?”

“Do what?” was her response. She always did this, and yet he still failed to see it coming every time.

“Can… Can I… masturbate ?” he asked, covering his phone with his hand and speaking softly to say the last word. “Please, Takagi-san!”

“Oh! That’s what you meant.” Takagi’s humorous insincerity was easy to spot. “Hmmmmmm… Well, why should you get to do it tonight?”

Nishikata furrowed his brow, fidgeting in his seat out of desperation. “I just… really need it this time,” he replied, not knowing what else to say.

“Why?”

Nishikata didn’t think she really cared why. She was just drawing this out to tease him more. Still, it was quicker to tell the truth then to try to come up with a less embarrassing explanation. “Well, it’s these girls in my manga…”

“The ‘ battle ’ manga, right? The one that’s just for the battles , not the girls ?”

Nishikata lightly slammed his face against the desk, letting out a sigh. “I also read it for the girls…” he reluctantly admitted, figuring she’d appreciate the honesty.

“Good boy.” Takagi giggled.

For a moment, Nishikata’s face lit up. She was pleased with him! Surely that would mean she’d grant him permission, right?

“So, can I do it?”

“Do what?”

Nishikata groaned.

Damn you, Takagi-san!

He wanted to complain, but he held his tongue. “Can I masturbate , please?”

“Oh! Well, why didn’t you say so? Hmmm…”

Nishikata held his breath, waiting for Takagi to finish pretending to make up her mind.

“No.”

Nishikata’s head hit the desk again. He ground his teeth in frustration. “Why not?!”

“You shouldn’t be looking at other girls without my permission,” she replied. “Goodnight!” Takagi made a sound like she was blowing a kiss at him, then hung up.

The dark-haired boy was left staring at his phone screen in disbelief. “Takagi-san… that’s so unfair!” he whined. Turning his head, his eyes fell upon the manga waiting for him over on his bed. He was still painfully hard, and those sexy anime girls were still on full display. In fact, he had even sexier doujins hidden under his bed.

Maybe I could go for one of those tonight…

He glanced back at his phone nervously for a second, as if Takagi might’ve been able to see him through it.

She’d never know, right?

He pictured himself and Takagi in school the next day. If he were to act relieved and satisfied, she’d probably catch on quickly about what he’d done. However, all he had to do was pretend to still be frustrated, and she would remain blissfully none the wiser. It wasn’t like it would be difficult, given how much she constantly teased him.

Nishikata stood up. For a brief second, he actually felt guilty about breaking the ‘rules,’ but he shook the thought from his head. He dropped to the ground and fished one of his secret doujins out from under his bed. The one he’d grabbed had three schoolgirls in burumas pictured on the cover. He smiled at the sight before dropping his pants and climbing into bed. Lying back, the young boy opened up his fap material and wrapped his free hand around his hard cock.

Takagi-san will never know.

Takagi-san will never know. Takagi-san will never know. Takagi-san will never--

Nishikata sat in class the next day, trying desperately to remember how to act normal. He reminded himself for the fifth time to quit tapping his foot. Hoping he wasn’t sweating, he rested his head against his hand as he leaned against the desk.

When she arrives, all I need to do is--

“Good morning, Nishikata.”

“ Ahh !” The nervous schoolboy jumped in his seat, then quickly cleared his throat and tried to regain his cool. “Good morning, Takagi-san. How are you today?” He smiled at her, thinking his words came out smoothly.

His cute classmate stared at him for a second. It was not a long moment of silence, but it was just long enough for Nishikata to start to worry. But then, Takagi simply returned his smile and sat down at her desk.

Nishikata turned toward the window, grinning victoriously.

Foolish Takagi-san. Did you really think you could stop me from doing what I wanted?

Nishikata was still smiling with self-satisfaction as he shut his shoe locker at the end of the day, ready to set out for his walk home. However, before he could leave, Takagi appeared at his side. As soon as he spotted her, his smile dropped.

Shoot! Does she know? She knows, doesn’t she? How much does she know?!

“Heading home, Nishikata?” she asked him, holding her bag behind her back and swaying cutely in place.

Remembering what she looked like naked, every part of her body seemed enticing all of a sudden. Her lips, her neck, her legs. Nishikata had to squeeze his eyes shut, hoping Takagi didn’t catch him staring at her so lustfully. “Uh, yeah. I’m going home, Takagi-san.”

“Let me come with you,” she said, a knowing smile spreading across her face. “I think I have something that will help you.”

Nishikata could hear alarm bells in his head.

Is this a trick? Does she want me to let her into my home so she can punish me for breaking my promise?!

Nishikata did his best to quiet those thoughts. “Help with what?” he asked, trying to sound nonchalant and curious.

“You know what.” Takagi grinned, then turned and headed for the exit.

Nishikata couldn’t help but notice the sway in her hips. Remaining cautiously skeptical, he followed after her.

“ Ojamashimasu !” Takagi declared as she stepped into Nishikata’s home.

“My mom’s not back yet,” Nishikata told her as he took off his shoes.

His classmate gave him a look. “Good.” Placing her bag on the ground, Takagi turned around, smoothed her skirt behind her, then sat down on the step at the end of the entryway. Once seated, she lifted one leg. “Remove my shoes,” she casually ordered Nishikata.

The young boy stared at her for a moment. “Why?”

“It would be rude of me to enter your home with my shoes on, silly,” Takagi responded, as if he’d asked something ridiculous.

“But…” Nishikata opened his mouth to argue, but he stopped himself. Takagi had that look in her eye. She was still smiling in her usual friendly manner, but there was an enthralling forcefulness woven into her expression somehow. He knew she would not take no for an answer. Obeying Takagi was what Nishikata was supposed to do. His legs suddenly felt wobbly. Rather than saying anything further, he fell to his knees in front of her.

A self-satisfied smirk crept onto Takagi’s face at the sight. “Good boy,” she said, nearly in a whisper.

Nishikata had heard those words from her dozens of times at that point. He still wasn’t sure exactly how to feel about them, but they sent another shiver up his spine as he reached for her shoe and pulled it off of her dainty foot, revealing her black stocking. No longer confined by her shoe, Takagi flexed her foot a little, but she did not lower her leg nor present her other one yet.

“The stocking, too.”

Nishikata glanced up at her face. Seeing that same insistent look in her eye, he obeyed once again. This wasn’t his first time doing something like this, but it was still quite awkward, and oddly exciting in a shameful way. Slowly, he peeled the stocking down her leg. Once he’d removed it, Takagi again flexed her foot, wiggling her bare toes this time.

For some reason, Nishikata stared, transfixed. He wasn’t sure how long he was staring, but he was broken out of the spell by a soft chuckle from Takagi. He flinched, turning away from her pretty foot to look her in the eyes again.

“ Perv ,” she said with a grin.

Nishikata blushed. “Am not!”

Scooting forward, Takagi pressed her bare foot against his crotch. He gasped in surprise. She ground her foot against his obvious hard-on, which Nishikata was certain she could feel very clearly.

“You’re not allowed to lie to me, Nishikata,” she told him, drawing her leg back. “Remember that.” With that light scolding, she offered him her other foot.

She did not need to speak any more commands. Nishikata meekly accepted, removing her second shoe and stocking in turn.

“Stand up,” Takagi told him next, pulling her leg back without offering any further humiliation. Nishikata again obeyed. However, Takagi did not stand up with him. Instead, she held up her hands, silently requesting Nishikata help her up. He wasn’t sure why, but he was past asking questions. Taking each of her hands in one of his, Nishikata pulled Takagi to her feet.

As Takagi stood, she suddenly moved forward and planted a kiss on Nishikata’s lips. It barely lasted a second, but it left the boy stunned. Takagi stood before him with a victorious smirk on her face as he only got redder.

“Aren’t you going to show me to your bedroom?”

Her words pulled him out of a trance only to put him into another one.

My bedroom?!

“U-Um…”

Takagi let go of his hands, which he hadn’t realized they’d still been holding. For some reason, she picked up her school bag before continuing. “It’s this way, right?” she said, turning and heading for the stairs.

“Uh, yeah.” Nishikata hurried to follow her, suddenly feeling like a bad host. He ended up climbing the stairs behind her, which put her butt directly level with his face. He had many thoughts about that, but another soft chuckle from Takagi drew his attention.

“ Perv ,” she said again, looking over her shoulder to catch him staring.

“Am not !” he insisted once more, drawing another lovely laugh out of the young beauty.

At the top of the staircase, Takagi stepped to the side to let Nishikata go ahead of her, presumably to let him lead the way to his bedroom. He nervously accepted and brought her down the hall, opening his bedroom door and leading her inside.

“H-Here it is…” Nishikata said nervously, gesturing inside as Takagi entered behind him.

Takagi placed her bag on the floor, took a few steps further into the room, lifted her nose, and sniffed the air. Nishikata was horrified, not knowing exactly what she was doing, but realizing it couldn’t be anything good. After a moment, she turned to him with a slightly stern expression on her face. “Are you sure you haven’t been doing naughty things in here?”

Oh god, she knows!

“What? No! Not since you told me not to, I swear!”

“Hmmmm?” She stepped closer to him, causing him to step back. “So you were doing it in here before then, weren’t you?”

Damn you, Takagi-san!

Nishikata internally cursed her for luring him into such an easy trap.

Takagi did not berate him for it, however. Instead, she stepped away from him again, moving over towards his bed. She turned to face him, arms crossed cutely behind her back, leaning forward slightly. “Is this where you do it?” she asked, gesturing with a head nod towards his bed.

Nishikata averted his eyes shamefully, rubbing his arm in a nervous manner. “...Sometimes,” he muttered.

Takagi smiled predatorily, letting the silence hang for much longer than necessary. Before she broke the silence, she nodded towards the bed once more. “Show me.”

Nishikata felt his stomach drop.

What?!

“T-Takagi-san…?” He must have misunderstood her. Surely she wasn’t saying what he thought she was saying, right?

“It’s not like I don’t know you do it, Nishikata. You’ve been begging for my permission all week,” she told him plainly. “And, need I remind you, I have seen it before.”

The dark-haired boy cringed at all the memories he now had of his crush seeing his dick. Nevertheless, even if she’d seen it before, the idea of masturbating in front of her sounded really uncomfortable.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Takagi asked him coyly. “You’ve been begging me to let you jerk off all week, haven’t you?” she said with a giggle. “And you definitely haven’t done it without my permission, right?”

“Right!” Nishikata clenched his fists, gazing at the floor in front of him. He hated lying to her, but he couldn’t bring himself to tell her the truth at this point. He was in too deep. On top of that, given the circumstances, he now found himself with another raging hard-on, thanks to Takagi’s teasing. He was getting what he wanted, but with a horrible twist to it.

Damn you, Takagi-san…

The young boy heard the shuffling of feet, and when he looked up, Takagi was standing right in front of him again.

“Okay, I know a way to convince you,” she said, smiling confidently. “How about a match?”

Nishikata groaned.

Our matches are how I ended up in this position to begin with…

But then again, Takagi had promised to ‘help’ him with his problem. If this match would be his way of getting that kind of help, maybe it would be worth it.

“What are the rules?” Nishikata asked cautiously.

“It’s simple.” Takagi gestured to Nishikata’s bed. “You lie down on the bed and do what you normally do. If you finish before I tell you to, I win. If you can hold out, you win. Just like last time.”

The boy eyed her suspiciously, trying to think of any tricks or loopholes she might have been planning to use. “How long do I have to hold out for?”

“Ohh, not long. Let’s say…” Takagi swiveled her head as she thought. “Five minutes? I’ll set a timer on my phone.”

That’s it?

Even in his current state, Nishikata thought that would be easy.

“If I win, I get to make you wear something,” Takagi added, moving on to explaining the stakes.

Nishikata tried to imagine what she would make him wear for his punishment game.

Something embarrassing, like a chicken suit? Or something weird, like girls’ underwear?

He wouldn’t like it either way, but he was pretty confident he couldn’t lose this time. “And if I win, I can do it whenever I want again?” he asked, hoping to have those privileges restored to him.

Takagi laughed and shook her head. “No, never.”

Nishikata did not hide his disappointment, groaning in frustration. “Fine, then. What do I get if I win?”

The devilish girl stared at him with half-lidded eyes. She took another step closer. “If you win,” she began in a seductive whisper, “you can use me instead of your hand.”

The boy’s eyes shot open wide. “Deal!” he shouted a little too loudly.

Takagi erupted in girlish giggles, evidently satisfied with his response. “Splendid. It’s decided, then.” She turned and walked over to his desk chair, turning it to face the bed before taking her seat. Without another word, she gestured to the bed, silently commanding him to begin his humiliating display.

Nishikata cleared his throat, and with only another moment’s hesitation, he climbed on top of his bed.

“You do it with your clothes on?” Takagi asked.

“Huh?” Nishikata slid himself backwards until he was lying back against his headboard. “Um, yeah…”

“Mhmm.” Takagi nodded, and Nishikata couldn’t help but think she seemed disappointed.

“I, uh, I take my pants off, though.”

Takagi beamed. “Naturally.” She nodded again, as if to signal him to continue.

The dark-haired boy had to remind himself that she’d already seen his dick before he could convince himself to proceed. Slowly, he reached down and unzipped his pants, pushing them down his legs along with his underwear. Takagi giggled as his hard-on came into view.

“Don’t laugh!” Nishikata complained.

“I’m not,” Takagi replied, very visibly still laughing. After she calmed down a little, she held up her phone, showing a timer set for five minutes. “Alright. You ready, Nishikata?”

“Y-Yes, Takagi-san.”

“Okay. Three, two, one, go!” She hit the start button and started the countdown.

Sighing from the absurdity of the situation, Nishikata took his dick in hand and started stroking, pointedly looking away from the voyeur in the room as he did.

“Is that how you do it?” Takagi asked after a few seconds.

“Yeah, so?” Nishikata muttered, slowly pumping himself.

“Doesn’t that hurt?”

“Huh? No.” Still without looking at her, Nishikata furrowed his brow in confusion.

She’s really not making this easy…

Nishikata heard movement coming from his desk chair, causing him to look over at Takagi to see what she was doing. She had climbed out of his chair and gone back over to her school bag, which was still lying on the floor. She bent over to fish something out of it. In that pose, Nishikata couldn’t help but stare at the view of her cute little butt outlined beneath her skirt.

When she found what she was looking for, Takagi came back over to the bed. When she saw Nishikata, she frowned. “I didn’t say you could stop.”

“Huh?” Nishikata had been so distracted by Takagi, he hadn’t realized he’d stopped stroking himself. “O-Oh. Sorry, Takagi-san…”

“Mhm. Bad boy. I’ll have to reset the timer. Can’t have you cheating, now.” As she spoke, she picked up her phone.

“I wasn’t trying to cheat!” Nishikata insisted. After a moment, he noticed the small bottle she held in her hand. It must have been what she’d retrieved from her bag. “What’s that?”

Smiling, Takagi moved towards him and stood beside the bed, much too close for comfort. She showed him the bottle, revealing it to be nothing more than massage oil. “Try this. It’ll feel really good.” Without waiting for Nishikata to respond, Takagi opened the bottle and began pouring the contents onto his dick while he stroked it.

“T-Takagi-san!” Nishikata shouted, flinching at the sudden feeling of his dick getting covered in liquid. However, as he continued stroking, he realized the lubrication really did feel good. “Whoa…”

“Say ‘ thank you ,’” Takagi lightly scolded him, as if he were a child who’d forgotten his manners.

“Thank you, Takagi-san.”

The scheming girl smiled victoriously. She closed the bottle of oil and placed it on the ground beside her, but she did not return to her chair. Instead, after restarting her phone timer, she simply knelt on the ground beside the bed, resting her hand in her chin while she observed the show up close.

Although he was momentarily distracted by the pleasure he was providing himself, Nishikata soon grew uncomfortably aware of how close Takagi was, and how intently she was staring at his dick. He blushed hard, again averting his gaze.

It’s only five minutes. It’s only five minutes…

“Don’t you need to look at something?” Takagi inquired, shifting her gaze up to Nishikata’s face.

“Huh?” the boy replied.

“You know. Don’t guys look at porn mags or videos to jerk off?”

A bead of sweat dripped down Nishikata’s forehead. “I don’t have any of those…”

Takagi narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously, then ducked down out of sight.

“Wait! No!” The dark-haired boy froze, waiting with a feeling of dread as his guest rifled through his belongings underneath his bed.

When Takagi emerged once again, she was holding something behind her back, and she was grinning from ear to ear.

“Takagi-san--”

Takagi pulled a book out from behind her back, holding it up like she was presenting it to him. The cover showed three girls in burumas, sweaty and stretching in provocative poses.

How did she manage to pick that one?!

“Is this more battle manga, Nishikata?” Takagi asked, speaking in a tone of voice that would have made it sound like a genuine question under different circumstances.

Nishikata could not make eye contact. He smiled nervously as he gave his answer. “I-It’s more like a sports manga, actually…”

“Hmmmm?” Takagi leaned her face in closer, but more importantly, her current position brought her arm dangerously close to Nishikata’s exposed cock. “Sounds like fun! How about we read it together?”

“Uhh, no, I don’t think that’s a very--”

“Oh, and you stopped again,” Takagi said, pointing down at Nishikata’s immobile hand wrapped around his cock. She chided him with a shake of her head, her beautiful brown hair flowing as she did. “I’ll have to reset the timer again.”

Nishikata groaned. He waited until Takagi tapped her phone a few times, then started jerking off again. Despite Takagi’s interruptions, and despite having jerked off the night before, Takagi’s presence and her teasing already had him on the verge of blowing his load.

I need to do this. It’s only five minutes…

He gasped as his crush suddenly lay down on the bed beside him, casually opening his doujin as if they were simply hanging out together reading manga. It was surreal, but Nishikata had no choice but to keep stroking himself while she leafed through the pages of his doujin right next to him.

“The art in this is really good. The mangaka must be quite talented.” As Takagi paid a compliment to the artist, she held the doujin out for him to see. It was opened to a page that showed several schoolgirls undressing to change into their PE clothes. “I can see why you like it so much.”

As he stared at the page, Nishikata was reminded of the sight of Takagi and Houjou undressing in front of him in the classroom. Unconsciously, his hand picked up speed, jerking himself faster.

After staring for far too long, Nishikata realized Takagi had not turned the page yet. When he glanced at her face, he saw she was staring directly at his cock as he jerked off. He gasped, which brought Takagi’s eyes back to him. Rather than being embarrassed at being caught, she simply smirked. “You really like this sports manga, huh, Nishikata?”

“Wha… I… It’s not like…”

Takagi ignored his stuttering and went back to flipping through the pages of the doujin. “These are some cute outfits. Who would you rather see in this one, me or Houjou-san?” she asked, holding out the book for Nishikata to see once again.

This page showed a girl from behind. She was stretching, raising one arm straight up and crossing the other behind it, arching her back a little as she did. Her white shorts were so short, they were practically panties, leaving nearly all of her rather large, juicy ass on display. Her top was similarly skimpy, being little more than a sports bra. Nishikata could only see the girl’s exposed back, but he still found it quite alluring.

As he was absorbing the hentai in front of him, Nishikata lost track of how long he’d been staring again.

“Nishikata, it’s rude to ignore a question,” Takagi lightly scolded him, giving him an exaggerated pout.

“I-I-I--” Nishikata’s face scrunched up in desperation. Trying not to cum while trying to think coherently enough to form a sentence was becoming quite difficult. “Y-Y-You!” he finally managed to force out, speaking honestly without considering the consequences.

Takagi smirked, apparently satisfied with that response. Without warning, she sat up on the bed, then swung a leg over Nishikata’s body, straddling his chest.

“ Ahh! T-Takagi-san, what are you doing?!” The dark-haired boy held his hands out over his face, as if not having Takagi in his sight would make her disappear.

“No one told you to stop,” Takagi reminded him, ignoring his complaints.

“What? How am I supposed to… do that … with you there?” Takagi’s leg had knocked his arm out of the way as she climbed on top of him. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to jerk off with her in the way.

Takagi chuckled. “Just reach around me, silly.” She stared down into his eyes, smiling cutely as she waited for him to comply.

Shaking nervously, Nishikata attempted to reach around her without touching her. However, he couldn’t quite reach without pressing his arm against her waist. He flinched as he touched her, expecting her to object.

“Keep going, Nishikata,” she commanded, “before I reset the timer again.”

“Oh, come on…” Wincing, Nishikata began jerking off once more, this time with his crush sitting on top of him while he had his arm wrapped around her waist.

Don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum…

The strained look on Nishikata’s face seemed to amuse Takagi. Reaching over to the side, she retrieved the doujin she’d put down before climbing on top of him. As he continued to jerk off, she continued to read, once again pretending the situation was completely normal.

She’s on top of me… and I’m… it’s almost like we’re having s-s…

Even in his mind, Nishikata had trouble saying it.

It took him a moment to notice, but at some point, Takagi had started rocking forwards and backwards on top of him, all while still holding the doujin in front of her face.

“Takagi-san?” the dark-haired boy asked, not really sure what he was asking.

His cute classmate lowered the book, revealing her reddened cheeks. “Look at this, Nishikata.” She turned the book towards him, showing him a picture of one of the cute gym girls having sex with a boy. The boy was lying on his back while the girl rode on top of him. “Is this the sort of thing you like?” The knowing smirk on her face let him know that the similarities between the picture and their current situation were not lost on her. All throughout the exchange, she continued to grind herself forward and backward on top of him.

“I-I-I… Urghh , Takagi-san!” Nishikata cast his gaze to the side, unable to keep looking at Takagi without allowing himself to cum. In doing so, he spotted Takagi’s phone. The timer showed less than thirty seconds remaining.

I can make it… I can make it… I can make it…

“You’ve done such a good job making it this far, Nishikata,” Takagi congratulated him with a faux sweetness in her voice. She leaned down, bringing her face close to his and looking at him through half-lidded eyes. “When you win,” she whispered seductively, “how do you want to use me?”

Nishikata began hyperventilating. It took all of his willpower not to blow his load then and there.

Don’t cum, please, please, please, don’t cum!

He knew something was wrong when Takagi smiled as though she’d already won. She leaned away from him, then turned to look over her shoulder. Just as the timer was approaching zero, she reached out towards his dick, brushed his hand out of the way, and wrapped her own hand around his shaft.

“ Takagi-san !”

For three glorious seconds, she gave him a handjob. But then, just as he was pushed over the edge, she pulled her hand away.

“ No! No, no, no !”

A single spurt of cum shot upwards out of his hard cock. But, with his stimulation taken away, the rest dribbled out in an extremely unsatisfying ruined orgasm. And, to make matters worse, Takagi’s phone timer went off mere seconds afterwards, signalling his ultimate defeat.

“No, no, no…” Nishikata continued, practically crying.

Still sitting on top of him, Takagi turned forward to face him once more, her signature victory smirk upon her face. “I win.”

“You win…” Nishikata repeated.

Takagi held up her hand, revealing it to be marred by a streak of cum. Nishikata gasped when he saw it.

“You’ve made quite a mess of me,” Takagi told him.

“I-I’m so sorry, Takagi-san! I promise I didn’t mean to!”

“Then I hope you’re willing to clean me up,” she replied. However, rather than climbing off of him and allowing him to go get a towel or something, Takagi leaned forward and held out her jizz-streaked hand in front of his face. Nishikata simply stared at her hand, his brain not comprehending what she was doing. “Go on, then,” she urged him. “Say ‘ Ahhh .’”

Nishikata was mortified, but still found himself unwilling to disobey her. Steeling himself for what was about to happen, he opened his mouth. Takagi moved her hand even closer, allowing him to lick his own cum off of it.

“Swallow,” Takagi commanded breathily.

That was the last thing he wanted to do, but Nishikata obeyed nonetheless. He didn’t find it tasted like much of anything, but he still internally cringed, finding it to be the most disgusting thing he’d ever eaten.

“Good boy,” his beautiful tormentor praised. She leaned forward again and pressed her lips against his. It wasn’t a quick peck this time. She forced her tongue into his mouth, and her tongue slithered around like she was scavenging for the remains of his cum. When she pulled back from the stunned Nishikata, she smacked her lips and smiled. “You taste good. Maybe I’ll swallow it next time.”

Nishikata could only stare, open-mouthed, his mind running wild.

After a moment of drinking in Nishikata’s shocked reaction, Takagi finally climbed off of him. “Now, you just wait right there, Nishikata. I’ll go get the thing I want you to wear for your penalty game.”

Nishikata groaned, realizing his humiliation was still not over. Takagi laughed, the pleats of her skirt swaying as she sashayed across the room to her bag. A moment later, she walked back over and stood at the end of the bed, holding whatever she’d retrieved behind her back.

“What is it?” Nishikata asked nervously after being stared at for a minute.

“Before I continue, I want you to confess,” Takagi said. As usual, she kept up her pleasant smile, but Nishikata could tell there was real force behind her command.

His heart dropped. For a while, he thought he’d gotten away with it, but clearly she’d somehow known the entire time. Ready to try playing dumb, Nishikata opened his mouth, but one look from Takagi made him realize there was no point to it.

“I…” Nishikata sighed, suddenly feeling genuinely guilty about breaking his promise. “I didn’t follow the rules of my penalty game,” he confessed.

“And how is that?” Takagi continued, insisting he humiliate himself further by speaking the words out loud.

“I did naughty things without your permission.”

Takagi’s grin grew wider, and her face softened. “Good boy. Thank you for being honest with me, Nishikata.” She took her arms out from behind her back and climbed onto the bed, crawling towards him. He could see she had a plastic bag with something inside it in her hand, but he couldn’t tell what it was.

Nishikata flinched when Takagi sat down straddling his legs. He could feel her soft cotton panties against his skin. “T-Takagi-san? What are you doing?”

“Hold still, Nishikata.” His cute classmate reached into the bag she was carrying and pulled out some sort of pink rubber ring. Without warning, she grabbed his shrinking penis and put the rubber ring around it.

“Whoa, whoa, what?!” Nishikata flinched. “Takagi-san, what is that?!”

“I told you to hold still, Nishikata,” she chided, looking him in the eye. “You don’t want to disobey me again, do you?”

Nishikata’s eyes were wide open, flicking between her face and the ring she was trying to put around his dick. “N-No, of course not, Takagi-san,” he relented.

“Good boy.” Takagi went back to work. After bringing the ring down to the base of his cock, she then squeezed his balls through it, which only hurt for a second. Afterwards, she pulled something else out of her plastic bag. It was also pink and rubbery like the ring, but it looked like a small cage. Nishikata gasped when he realized what she was doing, and the most excited, wicked grin he’d ever seen from Takagi appeared upon her face.

“That’s right, Nishikata,” she said, slotting the cage into place over his flaccid dick. “Since you can’t be trusted not to do naughty things without my permission, this is what needs to happen. You have only yourself to blame, Nishikata.” Despite the fact that she was lecturing him, she could do nothing to hide how much she was enjoying this.

“T-Takagi-- this-- but-- but-- you can’t--” Nishikata stuttered, having difficulty processing what was even happening.

The ring and the cage slotted together, and Nishikata could see there was a keyhole on the top of it. Takagi produced a key from the bag and slipped it into the keyhole. She held it there for a moment, staring intensely into his eyes. Finally, she turned the key, locking the cage in place, then pulled the key out and held it up. “From now on, this ,” she said, flicking his caged cock with her free hand, “belongs to me . Understand?”

Nishikata gulped. “Yes, Takagi-san.”

She smiled brightly. One would never suspect that pretty face to be capable of anything so devious. “Good!” Getting back down on all fours, Takagi crawled over his body and brought her face close to his. “Don’t worry. You’ll still get to do naughty things. You’ll just only get to do them with me from now on,” she said, speaking seductively and punctuating her statement with a wink.

Before Nishikata had a chance to respond, she leaned to the side and lay down beside him once again. However, this time, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him in tightly, peppering his face with sweet kisses.

Nishikata was stunned, experiencing whiplash from this sequence of events. “Takagi-san?” he questioned.

She did not respond. She simply hugged him tighter, resting her head against his shoulder, her eyes closed in blissful contentment. “You belong to me,” she whispered happily.

Chapter Text

Nishikata didn’t even turn his head when Takagi arrived. He kept staring straight towards the front of the classroom, even though class hadn’t begun yet. Given their new ‘ arrangement ,’ he knew there would be no end to the teasing he would endure from her.

Walking to school had been an uncomfortable experience. He could feel his new cage. Even now, sitting in class, he was painfully aware of its presence. He’d been afraid all day that he was walking funny, or it would leave an impression on the front of his pants, or he’d slip up and say something about it.

The young boy tensed up when he heard the light footsteps of Takagi approaching his desk. A second later, the mischievous girl leaned forward into his field of view. The smile on her face made his heart melt, despite the predicament she’d placed him in.

“Good morning, Nishikata,” she said in her soft, sweet voice.

“Good morning, Takagi-san,” he replied, trying his best to act normal.

“Did you sleep well?”

Under most circumstances, that would have been a completely innocuous question. However, Nishikata could tell she was checking up on him.

“Y-Yeah,” he replied, averting his eyes while he nodded. “It was a little weird, but, yeah.”

“That’s good.” Takagi leaned in closer, causing Nishikata to shrink away. “Knowing you, it’ll probably get pretty bad in a few days, though,” she said in a whisper. Nishikata’s horror showed on his face, which made her giggle as she clutched her sides. With that, she returned to her desk and took her seat.

Although she hadn’t specified, it was obvious what she was talking about. The way he’d lost their last few challenges, she must have been convinced that he couldn’t last even a few days without jerking off. Now that she’d locked a cage over his cock, he wouldn’t be able to jerk off even if he wanted to.

I don’t have to do it all the time! It’s only when she teases me…

Nishikata shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He felt his dick trying to grow inside of the cage, which quickly became cramped. Even the light teasing she’d just subjected him to had been enough to do this to him.

Uh-oh. She’s right, isn’t she?

The dark-haired boy looked to his right, only to find Takagi watching him with a smug look on her face. Her eyes darted downward for a half-second, but it was enough for him to get the message. She knew what was happening to him at that moment, and she was enjoying it.

Somehow, that only made him harder.

Damn you, Takagi-san!

Class began a few minutes later. Nishikata did his best to focus on learning to take his mind off of his current predicament. It worked well, for the most part. He found that as long as he kept his eyes and thoughts off of Takagi, his erection would go down, and he wouldn’t strain in his cage.

However, as much as Nishikata wished he had the willpower to avoid doing so, he could not avoid looking at Takagi forever. Throughout class, he could feel her eyes on him, and eventually, he carefully turned his head to the side to take a peek at her.

As he’d expected, she was staring right at him with a smile on her face, leaning her head against her hand with her arm propped up on her desk. She looked playful, which worried Nishikata. He got the immediate sense that she knew something he didn’t, and she was waiting for him to figure it out.

Knowing the risks that came with playing Takagi’s games, Nishikata shifted his attention back to the teacher at the front of the room.

This went on throughout their first class, with Nishikata repeatedly looking over at Takagi only to see her staring at him with that same playful look on her face. Near the end of the class, his mind began to race as he started to think about what was on her mind.

Is she just happy to know I’m wearing the cage? No, it can’t be just that. Did she write something on my forehead? Put a sign on my back? Hide her panties in my desk knowing I’d find them and get hard?

Nishikata quickly felt his forehead and his back, then opened up his desk. He found nothing each time. Still a bit worried, he turned back to Takagi. She shook her head, silently signalling ‘ Nope! Nothing like that !’

“What is it?” Nishikata finally asked, speaking quietly so as to not get caught by his teacher.

Takagi said nothing in response, keeping up that infuriating, knowing smile. However, she responded by removing her hand from her cheek and waving at him, slowly. For the first time, Nishikata noticed she was wearing something on her wrist. It was a bracelet, but more importantly, he could see a small key dangling from it.

His eyes opened wide when he realized it.

“ Ahhh !” Nishikata cried, flinching back in fear.

A second later, a pen hit the ground beside him, having been thrown by Tanabe-sensei.

“ Nishikata! Keep it down back there!” his teacher scolded him.

“Yes! I’m sorry, Sensei!” Nishikata stood up and quickly bowed before sitting back down again. Now embarrassed, he again chanced a glance in Takagi’s direction. She was laughing quietly, her hand covering her mouth, but doing nothing to hide the pure joy in her eyes. She waved at him once more, jangling the key on her wrist as if to taunt him further.

Nishikata buried his face in his arms atop his desk, trying desperately to quell the raging erection straining against his cock cage.

When their lunch break came, Nishikata let out a sigh of relief. He knew he’d still have Takagi to deal with, but at least he’d have a small break from his schoolwork.

Teasing Nishikata wasn’t the first thing Takagi did once their break started, however. Instead, Houjou came over to her desk. The class beauty grabbed a nearby chair and turned it to face Takagi’s desk, then smoothed her skirt down as she took a seat. Houjou and Takagi began to chat, and Nishikata couldn’t help but watch them.

The two prettiest girls in our class… and I’ve seen them both naked.

“Hng…” Nishikata once again felt the confining restraints of his cage as he recalled the time he’d watched the two beauties kissing through the slits in the classroom supply locker.

“So anyway, I was thinking about the week after next,” Houjou said to Takagi. “Would you be…” She trailed off as she became distracted. In the middle of their small talk, Takagi had chosen to hold out her hand and dangle her key bracelet for the other girl to see. Houjou stared at it for a moment, glanced briefly in Nishikata’s direction, then turned back to Takagi and continued. “So, would you be able to make it?”

The whole exchange had occurred in a matter of seconds, but Nishikata had basically entered panic mode during the brief moment of eye contact he’d made with Houjou.

Why did she look at me when she saw the key? Does she know what it’s for? How would she know what it is?

Nishikata needed a break from the teasing. He stood up and ran out of the room, passing Takagi and Houjou on his way. He heard one of them say his name, but he ignored her and left the room.

He decided to stop by the bathroom, as he hadn’t gone since that morning. Of course, just before going to one of the urinals, he remembered it would be a bad idea to use one in his current situation. Grumbling to himself, he chose a stall instead.

This stupid cage makes this so annoying…

When he was finished, Nishikata trudged back down the hall, but he hesitated before returning to the classroom.

Maybe I should go find the guys and have lunch with them somewhere else.

However, as he stood in front of the door to the classroom, it suddenly slid open. “Ahh!” He leaped back in surprise, seeing Takagi and Houjou standing before him.

Takagi was slightly behind Houjou, and she leaned to the side to peek around her. A friendly yet predatory smile appeared on her face when she spotted Nishikata.

Houjou looked at him with half-lidded eyes, lips curling ever so slightly, giving off that mature air Houjou was so famous for. “Ah, Nishikata-kun. Just the man I was looking for,” she said as she and Takagi stepped out into the hall.

“Y-Yes? Did you need something?” Nishikata asked, his voice straining a bit higher than usual.

“Indeed.” Houjou gestured with her hand to her side. “Takagi-chan, why don’t you do the honors?”

Nishikata turned his attention to Takagi.

“Houjou-san invited me to spend the long weekend at her family’s beach house with her, Hamaguchi-kun, Mano-chan, and Nakai-kun,” Takagi explained. “Would you like to come too, Nishikata?” she offered.

The dark-haired boy blinked. It took him a second to process the guest list.

Nakai-kun and Mano-san are dating. Hamaguchi and Houjou-san are… sort of dating? Maybe? Is this some sort of couples’ retreat? But me and Takagi-san…

“U-Um, sure! I’d love to. Thank you so much for inviting us, Houjou-san,” Nishikata answered politely with a bow.

“Wonderful! We’re happy to have you. I’ll text you the details later. Speaking of…” Houjou reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. “Shall we swap numbers?”

Nishikata stared at Houjou’s phone. Instinctively, he glanced at Takagi in search of permission, and she gave him a nod. “Are you sure?” he asked Houjou, still somewhat hesitant about exchanging numbers with the class beauty.

Houjou gave a light chuckle. “Nishikata-kun, you’ve seen me naked. I’d say we’re long past this stage.”

The young boy’s mouth hung open in shock at her boldness. “R-Right. Sorry…” His hand shaking a little, Nishikata took out his phone, and the two of them traded numbers.

“Splendid!” Houjou put her phone away. “Takagi and I are off to lunch now. See you later, Nishikata-kun.” The pretty girl waved as she walked away.

Takagi hung behind for a second, then waved to Nishikata as well. However, as she did so, she jangled the key that hung from her bracelet, clearly doing so intentionally. It drew his eye immediately. She then turned and followed Houjou down the hall.

Nishikata slumped against the wall, feeling as though he’d just survived a deadly encounter. And, of course, he could feel his cage tightly against his cock.

I’ve gotta get this thing off…

Despite his desire to free his cock from the prison Takagi had locked it in, Nishikata was able to last a few days without begging for it to be taken off. Maybe it was because it was an embarrassing thing to ask, or maybe because he didn’t want Takagi to think he was a loser who couldn’t go a few days without jerking off, but he held out.

Of course, Takagi checked up on him constantly. Every night, she texted him to ask if he was having any issues with it. She always managed to blur the line between expressing concern and simply taunting him about his situation, so Nishikata was never clear exactly what she was thinking.

Regardless, it was after a few days of enforced chastity when Nishikata finally decided to ask for his freedom. He was lying on his bed at home reading some manga. As was often the case, his manga turned rather ecchi, with scenes of attractive girls having their clothes torn off in battle and continuing to fight in what amounted to a bikini. It was usually the kind of thing he’d jerk off to, especially when he was already this horny.

Takagi had been relentless in her teasing all week at school. Every chance she got, she would draw his attention to some exposed part of her body. Hiking her skirt a little too far up her thigh in class, smoothing out a wedgie in her swimsuit in PE, pulling her top a little too open while fanning herself in the hot weather -- all of it was enough to set Nishikata off. And worse still, Houjou of all people seemed to have been joining in on the teasing. She would expose tantalizing glimpses of her body to him in much the same way Takagi did, and sometimes, the two girls would greet each other with a kiss. It was never anything too raunchy, but it caused Nishikata to have flashbacks to the two girls making out in the classroom, and they had to have known what it did to him.

So, because of all of that, Nishikata now found himself absolutely straining in his cock cage, and he was desperate to get it off. Picking up his phone, he sent a text to Takagi.

“Hey, Takagi-san. Just wondering, when do I get to take this thing off?” Nishikata typed out the message and hit send. He flinched when his phone rang just a few seconds later. “Hello. Uh, good evening, Takagi-san,” the young boy said, answering the phone in a hurry.

“Good evening, Nishikata,” came the sweet girl’s voice. “Sorry, I just read your text, and I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to clarify something for me. What ‘ thing ’ are you talking about?”

Nishikata sighed, knowing she was doing this on purpose. “The cage, Takagi-san. I just wanted to know when I get to take it off.”

“Oh! That thing!” Takagi replied, pretending to just now understand. “Never.”

“ Never ?!”

Takagi laughed. “Just kidding. What’s wrong? Does it hurt?”

Nishikata’s hand drifted down to his crotch, feeling the cage through his pants. “A little,” he admitted.

“Is it because your penis got hard?”

“T-Takagi-san!” Nishikata complained.

“I want to know, Nishikata.”

The dark-haired boy scratched his head nervously. “Yes. It got hard.”

“Were you looking at naughty things without my permission?” Takagi asked, speaking sternly like a disappointed big sister.

“No! I wasn’t!” Nishikata insisted.

“It’s not good to lie to me, Nishikata,” Takagi told him. “Especially when I have this .” What followed was a barely-audible jangling sound, but Nishikata could immediately tell she was shaking the key to his cock cage into her phone for him to hear.

Nishikata groaned. “I was just reading manga,” he mumbled.

“Is that all?”

He wasn’t sure what to answer at first, but Takagi had made a pretty compelling argument for him to be truthful. “And… And I was thinking about you and Houjou-san…”

There was a brief pause. For a moment, Nishikata was worried she was angry with him for thinking of Houjou-san in that way. However, his fears were soon dispelled.

“Good,” Takagi said, and Nishikata noticed she’d spoken a little breathily. “Keep thinking about us. Think about what we do when you’re not around. When she sleeps over at my house, and we take off all our clothes, and get in bed together…”

“ Hnngg , Takagi-san!” Nishikata covered his crotch with his hand, as if he could somehow stop himself from getting hard in his cage by blocking it from view.

Takagi let out a low chuckle. “You know, Nishikata, it wouldn’t hurt so much if you didn’t have such naughty thoughts. Perv .”

Nishikata didn’t know how much more teasing he could take. “Please, Takagi-san. What do I have to do to get this thing off of me?”

“Hmmmm…” Takagi made an exaggerated thinking sound, pausing for effect. “Oh! I know! I need a new swimsuit for our trip to Houjou-san’s beach house. Come to the mall with me tomorrow. If you buy it for me, I’ll take your cage off.”

Nishikata’s face lit up at this news. “Really?”

“Mhmm.”

“Yes! Thank you, Takagi-san!”

It was not Nishikata’s first time going to the mall with Takagi, but things felt very different this time. As he followed behind her, with her leading the way through the crowd, he felt like a dog being led by an invisible leash. And that invisible leash happened to be attached to a cage around his dick.

Takagi was in good spirits, however. She walked with her hands cupped behind her back cutely, and she swayed back and forth slightly as she walked, humming pleasantly to herself. Despite his situation, Nishikata was still glad to see her so happy.

She must really be looking forward to this beach trip.

When Takagi led him into the clothing store and straight to the swimsuit section, Nishikata wasn’t as embarrassed about it as he’d been the last time they were there. Takagi had forced him to help her pick out a bathing suit once in the past as his forfeit for losing one of their matches. He could still vividly remember the one she’d bought. It was a pink two-piece with a cute frilly top.

She looked really good in it.

“Naughty thoughts?” Takagi said.

Nishikata flinched, stopping in his tracks. He hadn’t realized Takagi had stopped walking, so she’d been mere inches from his face when she spoke.

“W-What are you talking about?” Nishikata asked, blushing nervously.

“Dunno. You just had that pervy look in your eye. Excited to see me in a swimsuit again?”

Nishikata opened his mouth to deny it, but no words came out. Takagi didn’t like it when he lied, but would she like it if he admitted to something like that? Nevertheless, Nishikata’s hesitation seemed to tell Takagi everything she wanted to know. She smiled pridefully before turning to the swimsuit rack beside them.

“Okay. Since you’re so excited, why don’t you pick one out for me?” Takagi offered.

“What? Me ?” Nishikata asked, his eyes already drawn to several skimpy-looking swimsuits on display.

No! I can’t pick something like…

Takagi eyed him expectantly. Nishikata averted his gaze, staring up at the ceiling. After a moment, he decided to play it safe. “How about this one?” he suggested, trying to sound nonchalant. He reached out and took a modest pink two-piece off of the rack, one that was not too dissimilar from Takagi’s usual swimsuit.

“Hmm? That one?” Takagi leaned in close, cupped a hand around his ear, and whispered to him. “Don’t you want to see me wear a sexier one?”

Nishikata turned red and flinched away from her, nearly knocking over a rack as he stumbled into it. Takagi laughed, wiping a tear from her eye.

“Okay. I’ll just pick one for myself then.” Takagi grabbed a yellow bikini with white polka dots on it, then signaled for Nishikata to follow her over to the changing area. The young boy reluctantly went along with her.

After Takagi stepped into the changing stall and pulled the curtain closed, Nishikata stood awkwardly outside. There were a few other girls in the store, and he didn’t want to look at them. He didn’t want them to look at him either.

I just hope Takagi-san can choose a swimsuit quickly…

“Nishikata.”

The young boy turned to see Takagi’s head peeking out through the curtain.

“Could you bring me that green one over there?” Takagi requested, poking a hand out to point at a lime green bikini hanging on the rack near where he was standing. This one looked a little more revealing than the yellow one she’d gone in there with.

Wait a minute…

Nishikata felt a sense of déjà vu. His eyes opened wider when he remembered something.

She’s played this exact trick on me before!

Last time he’d accompanied her to this store, she’d pretended to be naked behind the curtain, then dropped it open, only to reveal she had her clothes on. He’d felt like a pervert for falling for it, but he wasn’t going to let it work a second time.

Smiling confidently at having figured out her trick, Nishikata agreed. “Of course, Takagi-san. Here it is.” After taking the bikini off of the rack, he stood outside of the stall and held it out for Takagi.

Predictably, when Takagi reached forward to take it, she let go of the curtain. “Oh!” she said, feigning surprise.

“Nice try--” Nishikata’s smug smile dropped. He’d been expecting to find Takagi fully dressed, as she’d been last time. Instead, she was completely naked. Nishikata was too stunned to say anything, or to look away.

Takagi made no move to cover up, despite having ostensibly dropped the curtain by accident. She stood with a confident smile on her face, enjoying Nishikata’s reaction. “It’s rude to stare, Nishikata,” she reminded him after a few seconds of silence.

This snapped Nishikata out of it. “Uh, right! Here!” The young boy averted his eyes and held out the swimsuit for her once again. She took it from him and closed the curtain once more.

Damn you, Takagi-san!

Nishikata returned to his post, standing awkwardly in place and praying that nobody else had seen Takagi in the nude. A minute later, Takagi poked her head out again.

“Nishikata, let me try that red one next.”

The swimsuit that Takagi pointed to looked to be the skimpiest one so far, but Nishikata wasn’t about to argue with her.

“Okay…” he said, retrieving the requested item from the rack. This time, he didn’t even look at her, not wanting to fall for any more tricks.

“Hmm? What’s the matter, Nishikata?” From behind him, Nishikata heard the sound of Takagi dropping the curtain again. “Why are you looking over there?”

“N-No reason… Here’s the swimsuit you asked for.” Nishikata felt a bead of sweat drop down his forehead, and his cage was feeling tight.

“Thank you.” Takagi let out a little laugh, took the swimsuit from him, then closed the curtain.

Nishikata sighed and turned around. “Ahh!” The dark-haired boy jumped backwards after nearly colliding with Takagi. For some reason, she was standing outside of the changing stall. She was holding the new swimsuit, but she was completely naked. “Takagi, what are you doing?!”

Takagi provided no answer. She merely laughed again, then slipped back inside of the changing stall.

Nishikata waited for another agonizing few minutes. Today was not his first time seeing Takagi naked, but that didn’t make it any less exciting. The image would not leave his mind, and he was more desperate than ever to get his cage off.

Eventually, Takagi drew the curtain back again, and Nishikata reflexively flinched, expecting her to appear in the nude. However, she was fully dressed again, and holding all three of the swimsuits she’d tried on.

“I’ll take this one,” Takagi declared, holding up the surprisingly skimpy red one.

“Are you sure?” Nishikata asked.

Will her mom even let her wear that?

“Mhmm.” Takagi nodded. “Come and buy it for me. Unless you’d rather not…” She held up her hand and jangled the key hanging from her bracelet, reminding Nishikata of their deal.

“Y-Yes! Let’s go!”

On their way to the checkout counter, Takagi hung up the other two swimsuits she’d decided not to purchase. The two of them had to wait in line behind one other customer, which made Nishikata feel incredibly self-conscious.

“Just this, please,” Takagi said once it was their turn. She handed the bikini to the employee, who appeared to be a high school-aged girl.

“Ooh, nice choice!” the employee told her as she rang it up. She held up her hand beside her mouth like she was speaking conspiratorially. “I’m sure your boyfriend’s gonna love it.”

Takagi laughed, and Nishikata’s face turned red.

Boyfriend…?

After the cashier said the price, Nishikata reached into his wallet, pulled out the money, and used it to pay for their purchase. The high school girl winked at him as he paid, to which he could only chuckle nervously. As soon as their transaction was complete, he turned and left the store with Takagi in tow.

“Thank you, Nishikata,” Takagi said to him. “Let’s head back to my house. I’ll repay you there.”

When they arrived at Takagi’s house, she opened the door and held it for Nishikata to come in after her.

“ Ojamashimasu ,” Nishikata said quietly.

“My parents aren’t home,” Takagi told him, as if reading his mind, like she always seemed to do. She walked to the edge of the entryway, turned around, and sat down upon the raised part of the flooring. Nishikata was confused at first until she held up her foot.

Of course…

She’d made him do this before, and now she apparently expected it whenever they had the opportunity. Groaning softly, Nishikata set down the bag that contained Takagi’s new swimsuit, which she had made him carry all the way from the mall. Afterwards, he knelt down in front of her and removed her shoe.

“Good boy,” she praised him.

Nishikata tried not to think about how her words made him strain further in his rubber cage. He pulled her stocking off next, entranced by the sight of her slim leg coming more into view.

“It’s so hot today, isn’t it? I’m so sweaty,” Takagi complained, wiggling her toes in Nishikata’s face.

“Y-Yeah,” Nishikata turned away, his face turning red.

Takagi chuckled, then lowered her bare foot and raised her other one. Nishikata repeated the process of removing the shoe and the stocking. When he was done, she didn’t put her foot down yet, so for some reason, Nishikata decided to cradle her dainty little foot in his hand. From his kneeling position, and from being so up close, he could tell she was right. She was sweaty, but the scent was not unpleasant to him, he realized.

Nishikata blinked. After having that thought, he realized he’d been staring at her foot yet again. Knowing what was coming, he tilted his head up and made eye contact with Takagi.

‘ Perv .’ She only mouthed the word rather than saying it, but Nishikata got the message loud and clear.

“S-Sorry!” Nishikata said quickly, pulling his hand away. Takagi laughed and stood up. Nishikata hurriedly removed his own shoes before grabbing the shopping bag and following her inside.

Nishikata was expecting her to lead him to her bedroom. Instead, she led him to her bathroom.

“Takagi-san…?” he asked as he entered the tiled room.

“Wait here a moment,” Takagi instructed him. Before she left, she held out her hand, silently requesting him to give her the bag. He complied, so she took it and left the room, sliding the door shut behind her.

Takagi’s bathroom was very traditional. One side of the room had two low stools placed in front of faucets and a mirror on the wall, while the other side of the room was taken up by a rectangular in-floor bathtub. Nishikata’s face turned red as his mind drifted to thoughts of Takagi bathing.

Why did she bring me in here?

A couple of minutes later, the door slid open again.

“Ahh!” Nishikata jumped back at the sight of Takagi, as she was now wearing her new red bikini. Just as he’d estimated, it was far skimpier than the other swimsuits he’d seen her in.

Takagi stepped into the bathroom and slid the door closed behind her. “Do you like it?” she asked, posing with her hands on her hips. Before Nishikata could respond, she did a slow twirl in place. Nishikata’s eyes bugged out of his head. The swimsuit was daring in the front, but it was practically a thong in the back.

“Takagi-san! Why are you wearing that?!” Nishikata shouted, shielding his eyes, yet peeking through a gap in his fingers so he could still see.

“What’s the matter, Nishikata?” Takagi asked, tilting her head to the side. “It’s not like I’m naked. I’m going to wear this at Houjou-san’s beach house.” She paused for a second. “And I wanted you to be the first to see me in it.”

Nishikata slowly lowered his hands, although he still averted his eyes. He felt the need to say something nice. “I-It looks nice on you…” he admitted, cheeks blushing.

Takagi was suddenly an inch away from him. “How can you tell it looks nice if you’re not looking at me?”

Nishikata gulped, clenched his jaw, and turned to face her properly.

Whoa.

“Takagi-san… you look… really… hot.”

Takagi stood perfectly still. Her expression barely changed, but Nishikata thought she looked surprised. She didn’t say anything for a little while, so he was beginning to worry he’d said something wrong.

Wait, no! It’s not like I was being a pervert, right?

“Takagi--”

Nishikata was interrupted when Takagi kissed him. This wasn’t the first time she’d done so, but it was no less surprising this time. After a few seconds, their lips separated, and Takagi took a step back.

“Take off your clothes,” she told him.

Nishikata’s eyes went wide. “W-What?!”

Does she want to have…

Takagi laughed -- that beautiful, soul-cleansing laugh -- then gestured to the room around them. “I can’t bathe you with your clothes on, silly.” She stepped over to the bath and turned the faucet, allowing it to slowly fill with water.

The dark-haired boy furrowed his brow, confused. “Bathe me?”

Takagi nodded, coming back towards him. “It’s part of your reward. You wanted the cage off, didn’t you?” She raised her hand and waved it back and forth, drawing his attention to the key on her bracelet.

As soon as he was reminded of it, Nishikata became painfully aware of how strained his dick felt while he was looking at Takagi in that bikini. “Y-Yes!”

The brown-haired girl gestured to one of the stools in front of the showers. “Then get undressed and have a seat.”

Intellectually, Nishikata knew it shouldn’t have been that big of a deal to undress in front of Takagi at this point. She’d already seen his dick multiple times, after all. Still, that didn’t stop him from awkwardly averting his gaze as he slowly took his clothes off.

When he took off his shirt, Nishikata chanced a look in Takagi’s direction. She was staring intently at his bare chest. “Can’t you at least look away?” he requested, blushing hard.

Takagi just shook her head. Nishikata sighed and continued.

As he undressed, Nishikata stalled by carefully folding his clothes and placing them on the ground. However, he was quickly down to his underwear. Takagi’s gaze shifted to his crotch, clearly excited to see his caged dick again.

The sooner I do this, the sooner I get it off…

Nishikata slid his underwear down to the floor. When his dick came into view, Takagi smiled brightly, then let out a giggle.

“Don’t laugh!” Nishikata complained.

“It’s okay, Nishikata,” Takagi assured him. Now that he was completely undressed, she picked up the pile of his clothes and placed it in a basket off to the side, presumably so they wouldn’t get wet. “Now, have a seat,” she offered, gesturing to the stool again.

Nishikata hesitated, his eyes drinking in the sight of her in her bikini. A thought occurred to him. “Aren’t you going to undress too?” he asked.

Takagi tilted her head, clearly amused. “You want me to get naked for you, Nishikata? You really are a pervert, huh?”

“What?! No! I mean, we’re gonna take a bath, so…”

His lovely crush laughed at his reaction, but surprisingly, she relented. Reaching behind her back, she undid the strap of her new bikini top and let it drop to the floor. She pushed her bottoms down next and stepped out of them before picking up the discarded garments and placing them in the basket with Nishikata’s clothes.

Nishikata, of course, could do nothing but stare.

The bath was full now, so Takagi shut off the water that had been filling it. However, they would not be using the bath yet. Perhaps sensing Nishikata was no longer capable of moving on his own, Takagi took him by the hand and guided him over to the stool in front of the showers. He carefully sat down. She then reached for the shower knob and turned it, letting the water cascade over him. Not knowing what else to do, Nishikata just closed his eyes and sat there.

After a minute, Takagi turned the water off, and Nishikata opened his eyes. He saw Takagi’s body was now wet as well, and he couldn’t help but enjoy the way it made her skin look. As he watched her, she reached for what looked like a soap dispenser on the counter in front of them. Some sort of foam was dispensed, and Takagi gathered a sizable amount of it in her hand. Afterwards, she turned to Nishikata with a smile on her face.

“I’m going to wash you now,” Takagi said. Nishikata braced himself, expecting her to rub the soapy foam onto his body. Instead, she began rubbing it onto her own. The dark-haired boy’s mouth dropped open as he watched her sensually soap up her wet body, slowly running her hands up and down her curves, staring directly into his eyes all the while.

Nishikata was so distracted by Takagi’s sexy display, he didn’t even think to be confused about why she was washing herself when she said she’d be watching him. However, he started to think about it when she finished covering her body in foam and moved to walk behind him.

“Takagi-san…?” he asked in confusion. “Ah!” A moment later, he felt the warmth of Takagi’s body pressed against his back. “What are you doing?”

“I told you, Nishikata,” she said, speaking softly into his ear. “I’m washing you.”

The soapy foam all over her body made her slick, so Takagi was easily able to glide over Nishikata’s back, effectively using her own body to wash his. Although Takagi was nearly flat, Nishikata could feel her tiny breasts against his back.

“You’re having naughty thoughts again, aren’t you?” Takagi asked as she rubbed her body against him.

“W-Well, what do you expect?” Nishikata couldn’t help but reply.

That response made Takagi giggle. “I hope your cage isn’t feeling too tight right about now,” she said directly into his ear, her hot breath washing over him.

Nishikata looked down after being reminded of his predicament. “You said you would take it off.”

“I will.” Takagi moved to his side, rubbing against his arm now. “After I get you nice and clean.” As she rubbed against him, it was mostly her flat, soapy chest touching his arm. But, as she gyrated her body, there was a brief moment where Nishikata’s arm ended up rubbing between her legs. His entire body stiffened when it happened, and she let out an audible sound halfway between a gasp and a moan.

Neither of them said anything, but Takagi giggled as she slid around his back, moving over to his other side. She repeated her previous actions, covering Nishikata’s other arm with the foamy soap. Just like before, she finished by rubbing her pussy up against him, letting out a more obvious moan this time.

“Takagi-san!”

Nishikata’s protests only resulted in more giggling from Takagi. She didn’t let up her assault one bit either. Once she was finished with his back and his arms, it was time to soap up his front. And so, without warning, she planted himself in his lap, sitting her bare ass down on his caged cock.

“W-Wait! Wait! Takagi-san, you can’t!”

“Can’t what, Nishikata?” Takagi looked at him over her shoulder, staring at him through half-lidded eyes and with a devilish smirk on her face. Nishikata felt her wiggling against him.

“T-Takagi-san…” Nishikata spoke, barely able to get the words out. “Please… Please…”

The girl in his lap leaned backwards, laying her back against his chest. She continued to wiggle against him, soaping up his frontside with the foam that covered her wet body. “Don’t let it out yet,” she whispered back to him. “I need to clean it first.”

“Then take it off!” Nishikata begged, at his limit.”

“Hmmmmm…?” Takagi exaggeratedly brought her finger to her chin, pretending to ponder his request as she swiveled her hips atop her throne. “Are you going to keep being a good boy for me?”

“Yes, of course!” Nishikata replied. He didn’t like what that implied, but he would say whatever she wanted him to say at this point.

“Are you going to be a good boy for me on Houjou-san’s beach trip?”

“Yes! I’ll be good! Just please take it off!”

Takagi rose from her seat and spun around. She held up her key bracelet -- the one thing she was still wearing. Carefully, she removed the key from the end of its chain and knelt down on the floor in front of Nishikata.

Yes, yes, yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you!

As she always did in the end, Takagi made good on her promise. She slid the key into the lock on Nishikata’s cock cage and turned it. In short order, she pulled the cage off of his cock along with the cock ring. She placed the items as well as the key on the counter behind her.

“Ohhh…” Nishikata felt a wave of relief wash over him. Now free from its constraints, Nishikata’s cock quickly grew to full size and stood stiffly upright. He was so horny, he thought he might cum just from having his cock exposed to the fresh air.

“Does that feel better, Nishikata?”

“Yes, it does. Thank you so much, Takagi-san.”

“You’re welcome.” The pretty young girl smiled brightly at his gratitude. She then dispensed some more cleaning foam into her hand. “Now, let’s get your little thing cleaned up.”

“ Little thing ?” Nishikata repeated, embarrassed by Takagi’s choice of words.

Takagi merely laughed, kneeling down in front of him again. She pressed her foamy hands against his chest, but quickly made her way down to his crotch. Nishikata knew it was coming, but he still wasn’t prepared for it when he felt her slick hands wrap around his hard cock.

“T-Takagi-san!”

“Shhh…” Takagi lightly shushed him, slowly pumping his shaft up and down with both hands. She looked up at him with that same playful smile he saw on her so often. It was surreal to see her pretty face while she was doing something so sexual.

Despite what she was doing, Nishikata didn’t actually know what she wanted him to do. Was she actually trying to make him cum, or was she just teasing him? Was he supposed to ask for permission? How long was he supposed to last?

Because it’s not gonna be long…

The young boy clenched his jaw, tightly gripped the stool, and tilted his head back, trying desperately to hold on. “Takagi-san…” he repeated quietly.

“Are you gonna let it all out?” the pretty brown-haired girl asked, still firmly stroking him with soft, delicate, suspiciously practiced hands.

Nishikata was breathing rapidly. “C-Can I?” he asked, looking down at her.

She let the question hang in the air for a second, smiling cryptically at him as she pumped his dick. “Say please.”

“Please!” Nishikata replied immediately. In the moment, there was no way he was going to let pride get in the way of his release.

Her smile never left her face, but Takagi’s grip tightened painfully. “Please what?”

“Ow! Please, Takagi-san! Let me cum!”

Takagi giggled. She lowered her eyelids into a sultry stare. “Cum.”

“ Ahh !” As soon as he received permission, Nishikata unleashed his pent-up load, firing rope after rope directly onto Takagi’s face and chest. Takagi did not stop pumping him, nor did her smile fade, nor did she break eye contact, save for when a rope of cum forced her to shut one eye.

“S-Sorry, Takagi-san,” Nishikata said once he realized what he’d done.

“It’s okay, Nishikata,” Takagi told him as she climbed to her feet. “I’ll punish you for it later.”

“What?!”

Takagi laughed and turned the shower back on. She took a moment to wash her own face, then proceeded to rinse the foam off of her own body as well as Nishikata’s. Once she was done, she shut off the water again.

“Thank you, Takagi-san,” Nishikata said gratefully, not really sure what else to say after all that.

She smiled at him. “You’re welcome, Nishikata.” Then, she grabbed the cage off of the counter and knelt in front of him again.

“Wait, what are you doing?” Nishikata asked, flinching away from her and putting his legs together.

Takagi looked into his eyes and tilted her head. “I’m putting it back on,” she said, as if it should have been obvious.

“But why?”

“Hmm? So you can’t do naughty things without my permission, of course. You know that, Nishikata.”

“But you said you’d take it off!”

“And I did. But I didn’t say I wouldn’t put it back on.” She smiled when he realized she’d managed to fool him once again.

Damn you, Takagi-san!

Nishikata sighed defeatedly, slowly opening his legs to allow her access.

“So cute,” Takagi remarked as she took his rapidly softening penis into her hand.

“Don’t call it that…” Nishikata complained. To that, she merely giggled and slid his cage back into place, locking it tightly.

“I’ll leave this over here,” Takagi said. She stood up and went to place the key in the basket with their clothing. “We wouldn’t want it falling down the drain, would we?”

Nishikata’s eyes opened wide at the prospect of the key to his manhood becoming lost. “N-No…” he agreed.

Takagi giggled, then took him by the hand and led him over to the bathtub. A pleasant mist rose from the water, hinting that it was still warm like a hot spring. Takagi let Nishikata get in first, so he slowly lowered himself into the water, leaning his back against the side. Takagi climbed in after him, and to his surprise, she sat down right on his lap, wiggling a bit to get comfortable.

“Takagi-san…” he began to complain, knowing the feeling of her ass grinding against his cage was liable to get him hard again. However, she did not seem to care. She laid her back against his chest, shut her eyes, and smiled contentedly.

The two of them sat there in silence for a bit. Despite being caged again, Nishikata felt very relaxed. Feeling Takagi’s body against his was incredibly comforting.

“Did you enjoy this, Nishikata?” Takagi asked.

He hesitated, but Nishikata knew the answer. “Yes, I did. Thank you, Takagi-san.”

“I had fun, too,” she told him, wiggling her cute little butt in his lap again. “We can do more stuff like this, you know. If you’re a good boy, that is.”

Nishikata heard her words, but he didn’t really process them. Being in this position with Takagi, there was something he felt the urge to do. After working up the courage to do it, he reached his arms around Takagi and hugged her tightly from behind.

Takagi made a noise like she was surprised; like she hadn’t expected that from him. She didn’t dislike it at all, however. She relaxed her back against him even more, lying against his chest. With her eyes closed and her lips curled into a smile, she looked like she could’ve lay there with him forever.