Hobby Modification App; Episode 3, Day 1: Yui Hiiragi 1

 

"―?  What's wrong, senior? "

　I ask my senior, who looks at me and my phone alternately with his eyebrows furrowed.

"...Hiiragi. Is there someone you like by any chance? "

　At these words, my heart jumps as if it were going to jump out of my chest.

　The thumping sound of my heart was so loud that I thought it was coming from inside my body.

　Somehow trying not to let it show on my face, I turned it back to my senior.

"Hey, why are you asking me such a question? Oh, senior, did you fall in love with me? Ahh, how sinful of me, good grief!"

　I made a deliberate gesture on purpose and put my hands on both of my cheeks to hide the blushing cheeks.

　This senior sometimes throws this kind of bomb without hesitation.

　Does he know what he is saying?

　....It should be impossible for senior.

　I guess it's partly because my attitude has never changed, but I feel like he still sees me as I was when I was in elementary school.

　That is why it is impossible. I mean, if it were possible, I wouldn't be having such a hard time.

　Anyone would know who I like.

　Even in this club room, no one comes in because of the air of me and my senior.

　He seems to think that there are a lot of ghosts in the club, but it's not true.

　There are always men and women in the secret room who are making love with each other, but as soon as we open the door, everyone simply turn back.

　Thanks to this, now my senior and I are always alone during the after-school club activities.

　This is the result of my efforts.

　I'm trying to make it so easy to understand, but you can't get the message very well.

　No, it would be a problem if it were conveyed to you.

　Because I'm not at all prepared, Even now, I feel like my heart will explode.

　I'm a coward by nature. So please don't do it out of the blue.

　I would like you to create such an atmosphere.

　And you need to tell me first.

　Because I can't do that.

　I realized that when my senior graduated from junior high school.

　I had gathered all the courage I could muster. I tried so hard, but I still couldn't do it.

　Other people say it's easy. All you have to do is confess.

　They tell you casually to move on if rejected.

　How can they take the despair of failure so lightly?

　I've known my senior since elementary school.

　One-third of my life is already filled with senior.

　No, it is no exaggeration to say that half of my life has been made up of my senior ever since I can remember.

　I can still clearly recall the encounters with my senior.

　When I was in elementary school, a boy saved me from being bullied because I came back to Japan from overseas and did not fit in in Japanese elementary school.

　He was this senior, and that was the beginning of my love.

　But that is not the only reason why I fell in love with him so much.

　What was just a faint infatuation in elementary school turned into something worse when I was doused with gasoline in junior high school.

　Have you ever fallen in love with the same person more than once?

　Have you ever been convinced from the bottom of your heart that 'Oh, I really like this person'?

　I have. A precious memory of mine proves it.

　It was when I was in middle school.

　It happened when my grandma, who had terminal cancer, told me she had a book she wanted to read before she died.

　Being a grandma's child, I desperately searched for the book.

　The book was out of print, and I couldn't find it anywhere.

　I searched, and searched, and searched, ―and finally gave up.

　It was midwinter, and it was snowing heavily in Tokyo.

　I was frustrated, disappointed, and so helpless that I cried like a child on the chest of my senior who was looking for the book with me.

　I still remember the warmth of his hand as he soothed me like a troubled child.

　I gave up and just watched my grandmother dying.

　In her hospital room, where only the electronic beeps and beeps echoed, I kept muttering 'I'm sorry' to my grandmother.

　Then, the door of the hospital room opened and a senior came in and put something on my head while I was sitting down.

　The thing on my head was a book. It was the out-of-print book I had been looking for.

　I look up at him.

　The senior in my snow-covered memory has the same face that he had when he came to the clubroom today.

　 He becomes a monster of action when he has a face like that. The look that he has when he is into something. 　

    It's as if a few screws are missing from his head.

　I had given up, but he had not. He went to secondhand bookstores not only in Tokyo but also in distant prefectures where you can't even find a cell tower, and he found it.

　As I sobbed, he left, only saying that he was 'interested in a book that I wanted to read before I die.'

　You have no idea how happy I was.

　A clear "reason for love" fell upon my first love at that moment,.

　At that time, I learned that a person could love someone more than they can control.

　―So, I could not lose this love so easily because I am such a person.

　I don't know what will happen to me if I lose it.

　There was no way I could confess my love to someone with a chance of failure.

"Hey, are you listening to me?"

　I noticed that my senior was looking at me with a dumbfounded look on his face.

"Nn? Ah, uh, I'm sorry. I wasn't listening. "

　I was having a bit of a trip down memory lane.

　I remember that my senior asked me if there was someone I liked, and I falsely told him that I did not.

"Hmmー,  I suppose it can't be helped. Well, it's an experiment. First, I'm sorry."

　Saying that, he suddenly reached out his right hand toward me and grabbed my chest.

"Kyaaa !? "

　Ignoring my strange voice, the senior squeezed my breasts over my blouse.

"Ah..... ehh, wait, anh, hmm, Se-senior !?"

　I didn't know what was going on.

　I just let him do whatever he wanted to me.

　My breasts were squishily changing shape in my blouse.

　Every time my breasts were being shaped by his hands, the heat rose in my body.

　The core of my body began to melt rapidly, like molten iron being poured into my body.

　I feel so excited as if my fantasy that I always fantasize about has become a reality.

　The middle of my chest heated up, and the tip of my breast started to raise stiffly, and I could feel the fire in lower half of my body, many times more intense than when I was doing it myself.

"No, ah.....nng. i-it's no good...senior.."

　I put my own hand on his hand that was squeezing my breast, but I couldn't get any strength from it.

　No, I know. I don't want to put any pressure on it.

　Although it's not my intention, and I feel sorry we're not in a good place.  But―if it's what senior wants, then I...

　As I was thinking like that, his hand suddenly left my chest.

"Eh? "

　I let out an unintentionally stupid voice.

　Not caring about me, he glanced at me and his phone alternately.

"So this won't make it go away? Seriously, I don't get it...Hiiragi. Don't you hate me now? "

　I'm stunned to hear him say that.

　―I don't know what it is, but was he testing me? Did he touch my breasts just for that !?

　At that moment, the blood rushes to my head.

"That's enough! Of course I don't like it!  Sexual harassment!  Enemy of women!  Unbelievable!   "

　That's the kind of behavior that can cool a 100-year love affair.

　Unfortunately, my love for him has lasted for 10,000 years, so it's not getting any colder, but it's still impossible for me to act like it's okay.

　I quickly packed my things and left the clubroom, sticking my tongue out at the senior at the end.

    *      *     *

　―He doesn't send LIME.

　I stare at LIME, a communication app on my phone while lying on my bed.

　Usually, I'm having a silly conversation with my senior right now.

　Not today.

　It's obvious it's because I left the clubroom in anger, but it would be nice if he could at least send me an apologetic LIME.

"Haa..."

　I sigh unintentionally.

　I should say it's a weakness of love.

　　I don't know why I should send it first, but if I don't, I might end up not having LIME with my senior today.

　That was not good. I don't mind if it is not LIME, but I can't stand the situation that I end this day without any connection with my senior.

　There is a saying, "Maiden, go fall in love" (恋せよ乙女, I found out it was a title of an old Japanese song, but tbh i still don't get the reference)

　It is a trend in the world to say that love is a good thing.

　I want to say to those who say such things irresponsibly that such a painful thing is not good.

　Have you ever been unable to sleep because you miss someone?

　Have you ever cried until you sobbed in the night because you loved someone?

　Have you ever cried in the middle of the night just because your loved one is not with you, because you feel lonely, because you miss them?

　People who have never experienced such things are irresponsibly telling us to fall in love.

　Those who don't know what it's like to be in love say that love is a good thing, with a knowing look on their face.

　Love is not a good thing.

　Just thinking about that person makes me lose a precious part of my heart, and that precious part will never be filled.

　It hurts, painful, it's unbearable.

　It hurts so much that I want to cry, it hurts so much that I want to run away, but I can't run away because it is more important than anything else.

    The missing piece in my heart is not filled, and just knowing that the missing piece is not near makes me feel lonely, forlorn, and tears are seeping out of my eyes.

"Senior.....I miss you..."

　Naturally, my hand reaches between my legs to comfort myself.

　My hand moves past my pajamas and my shorts to my destination.

　I hear a wetting sound as I reach it.

　With my forefinger, I rub loosely the already melted groove of my pubic mound.

"Ah......nnm!"

　It's more severe than usual today.

　I blame it on the fact that my senior has been rubbing my breasts.

　I've comforted it a lot at school, as usual, but it still won't stop. Thanks to him, I've been in a state of excitement from school until now.

　The big hand of the senior who squeezed my breast is always in my mind.

　Usually, I do it while reading LIME, but today I can't stand it any longer.

"Nn, haa, aah,...nn!"

　I rub it gently inside, scraping my pubic mound.

　That is enough to make my body numb.

    I think I'm shameless. Lately, it's been especially bad.

　As I have no hobbies, I used to do this activity in my spare time.

　This is also his fault because my senior leave me alone.

    It gets worse day by day. The more I think about it, the worse it gets.

"Ah ....nn, senior....not that place..... "

　In my head, my senior plays with my embarrassing parts.

    The senior in my fantasy sometimes may be kind or strict, but today's senior was strict.

　The senior in my fantasy is squeezing my breast as hard as the senior today.

"Nnnnghh....Senior.....Noo♡"

　A tingling sensation burns in my brain.

　Every time my imaginary senior tortured me, pleasure tingled down my spine.

　He thrust her fingers into my secret hole with a single mindless thrust.

　Each time he did this, the flickering behind his eyes flashed.

"Senior......Senior......♡♡"

　I press my lips against the pillow as if I'm kissing him and call out the name of my beloved.

    I want to hear his voice. I want to see my senior. I want to smell him.

　I press my lips deeply against the pillow, holding it tightly.

"Nnchu, senior♡  I like♡ I like you.... I love youu....♡♡ "

　Just saying out loud my thoughts made my brain go numb with euphoria.

　I feel like I'm floating.

　But the space in my chest won't fill up.

　The senior, in my imagination, is so close, but the real senior never comes close.

　I'm lonely. I'm lonely. I'm lonely.

　I miss you. I miss you.

"Senior...... senior......"

　Whenever I called for my senior, he kept rubbing his genitalia and piercing my cleft.

　Each time I did, a gurgling sound echoed in the room.

　The sheets were sticky with liquid and sweat.

　Each time I pressed my lips against the pillow, my breathing became rougher and rougher.

　My mind was gradually becoming white.

　Pleasure took over everything.

　The bottomless loneliness finally disappears.

　I accelerated the movement of my fingers, rubbing with my secret place.

"Annngh♡, Senior...Seniorr♡♡ "

　Regardless of the crevice of my pussy or the clitoris, I thrust my fingers into it.

　Then, I put my hand on the pillow to my breast and pinched my nipple, which was erect in the middle of my breast.

　I squeeze the nipple.

　I felt my face move away from the pillow, and I felt my body turn over.

　Each time my nipple changed its shape, I clenched my toes and endured the pleasure.

　In proportion to my body's bending over, I felt a hard blow in the middle of my secret place.

"Ugh..... !"

　Before I knew it, I was clenching my teeth.

　　While I was struggling to endure the pleasure with my eyes tightly closed, I gouged out the center of my secret place over and over.

"Mmm...... !"

　The sensation was so strong that I felt like I was floating, and my eyes were turning inside out.

    I crushed the nipples for the finishing blow.

"Fggghuu....i-it's out―! !"

　Instantly, my jaw dropped.

　I could feel drool dripping from the corner of my mouth, but there was nothing I could do.

　My hand is drenched with love juice.

　I feel the pleasure that has been occupying my brain drain away.

　Then, the loneliness begins to occupy my heart again.

　......I want to do it again.

    I was about to move my hand, still on my crotch to distract myself from the loneliness, when I heard an electronic beep.

　I thought it was an alarm and hurried to pick up my phone.

　My eyes widen involuntarily when I see the name displayed on the screen.

　A feeling of joy that I can't hide gradually envelops me.

　I notice that my water drops were dripping from my eyes into my phone.

" ! ......ehehe, geez, It can't be helped if it's senior♡♡"

　I wipes the drops from my eyes messily with the sleeve of her pajamas and opens LIME.

　There was only a message [Sorry] on the screen.

　Seeing it, I hastily ring the phone call.

　Come on. Come on. Come on.

"Oh, is it senior? Don't just say sorry! I'm so hurt. I want ice cream! "

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