How to Ruin a Romantic Comedy

Miyuki gasped for breath, seemingly exhausted.

The sight of her chest rising and falling was incredibly alluring.

She stared at the ceiling for a while, then started to bring a hand to her chest before freezing, suddenly aware of my presence beside her.

Glancing at me cautiously, she fidgeted with her clothes.

Tap. Tap.

Her eyes fell to my hand, which was tapping her lower abdomen over her t-shirt, and she bit her bottom lip.

Mumbling for a moment, she slowly turned her head.

“Matsuda-kun…”

She looked straight at me with a pitiful gaze, still flushed with excitement.

“Should I stop?”

“That’s not it… I got a call… earlier…”

“Want me to get it for you?”

“Yes… Ah, no…! I’ll go get it myself later…”

“Alright.”

I replied nonchalantly and was about to take my hand off her stomach.

But she stopped me, placing her hand over mine.

A smirk touched my lips at her silent plea for more, and I resumed tapping her stomach.

As I did, I subtly patted her mound with my fingertips. Each time, a shallow breath escaped her lips.

I wanted to slip my hand past that gentle slope and between her thighs.

She’s probably a little wet, isn’t she?

Leaning in close to her ear, I asked.

“Feel good?”

“Mhm… it does…”

“Should I keep going?”

“Mhm… keep going…”

“But I’m tired.”

“You’re not tired… Don’t lie…”

“I am.”

“……”

Was my gentle yet teasing tone not to her liking?

Miyuki suddenly pursed her lips, pressing them against mine and sucking in a sharp breath.

A tiny, ticklish suction sound.

She wore an expression of utter embarrassment.

“More…”

Was she trying to make a deal with me?

A kiss in exchange for more touching?

She’s gotten quite bold.

Letting out a disbelieving laugh, I pulled her arm, drawing her in close for a tight hug.

Perhaps the object pressing against her lower abdomen felt incredibly foreign to her.

“S-Something’s hard… Ah…!”

Startled, Miyuki pulled her hips back.

From her frantic eyes, she seemed thoroughly flustered.

“……”

Her lips parted slightly as she glanced down at my crotch. Then, trying her best to act unfazed, she moved back into my embrace.

It seemed she wasn’t entirely comfortable, but not horrified either.

Cheering inwardly at her reaction, I decided not to mention the situation.

Now that she had clearly felt and seen my erection, Miyuki would surely prepare herself in her own time.

…

“You’re home.”

“…Yeah. Sorry for just sleeping the whole time…”

“What’s there to be sorry about? Go get some rest.”

Late at night.

After getting out of Matsuda’s car, Miyuki trudged around the corner toward her front door.

The day had passed in a blur.

Why? Because all she’d done was sleep.

When she woke up, it was already past ten. It was too late to do anything, so she’d said she was going home.

Of course, that was just the official reason.

The truth was, thoughts of her skinship with Matsuda and his swollen lower body kept flashing before her eyes.

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It was time to seriously consider what would happen next, and she needed time alone to think.

Click.

Miyuki opened the passenger door and got out of the car.

Matsuda rolled down the window, waved, and drove off.

Staring at the receding taillights of the car, Miyuki’s mind churned with thoughts as she rounded the corner to her house.

She put the key in the lock and turned the doorknob.

Her father, who was watching TV in the living room, greeted her.

“Miyuki? I thought you were coming home tomorrow.”

“I just came today… Staying for two nights felt like an imposition…”

“Oh? How’d you get here?”

“Ma… ahem… by taxi…”

For a second, she’d almost said she came in Matsuda’s car.

Get a grip.

Miyuki chided herself, sighing in relief when Wataru slowly nodded.

“Must’ve been expensive with the late-night surcharge. Why do you look so drained?”

“I’m just tired… Where are Mom and Sis?”

“Sleeping. Aren’t you hungry?”

“I am, but… I’ll gain weight if I eat now…”

“You always say that and then end up snacking late at night.”

“…I’m going up.”

“Alright. Try to come home earlier.”

It was a relief that her dad was in the living room.

If it had been her mom, it wouldn’t have ended with a simple “come home earlier.” She would have unleashed a torrent of nagging.

“Okay…”

Miyuki answered in a weak voice and went up the stairs, opening the door to her room.

A waft of plum fragrance filled the air.

Sweet. But not as sweet as being with Matsuda.

Without bothering to put away her clothes, Miyuki sat on her bed and drew her knees together.

Today, Matsuda had touched her breasts.

Honestly, the sensation itself was just so-so.

It just felt like… he was kneading her chest. That was it.

In fact, she had enjoyed it more when he touched her waist.

Back then, a thrill had run through her entire body.

But the situation itself—Matsuda touching her breasts—felt erotic, and it made her feel like they were in a sexual relationship.

So she had simply enjoyed it. She’d even gotten a little excited.

But that wasn’t the important part. The important part was Matsuda’s penis.

When he had pulled her into a tight hug while patting her stomach, she had felt the undeniable proof of his sexual arousal.

Hard and thick… a sensation she had never felt before in her life.

She had been so surprised that she’d pulled away, but strangely, she had calmed down in an instant.

Perhaps, on a subconscious level, she had known.

That the physiological phenomenon of blood rushing to Matsuda’s member would eventually happen.

“Haa…”

Letting out a flustered sigh, Miyuki lay back, her head resting on the pillow.

A certainty bloomed within her that their next date wouldn’t end with just her breasts.

Something was definitely going to happen… a monumental event that couldn’t even be compared to what had happened so far.

She had vaguely anticipated it.

The first night she slept at Matsuda’s house, she had thought to herself in the open-air bath:

A day will come when we’ll have more skinship than today. When that time comes, what will I do…?

She hadn’t been able to grasp it then, and honestly, she still couldn’t.

It was something she had never experienced, so she had no idea.

One thing was certain: she didn’t feel much resistance to the idea of having a sexual relationship with Matsuda.

Looking back on their skinship, he could be a bit mischievous, but he never made her uncomfortable.

If anything, he was good at handling her complaints.

That’s why she believed he would respect her opinion above all else when they had sex.

She had that faith. In the Matsuda of now.

However, having never had sex before, she did feel a vague sense of fear.

And she worried, was it okay to have sex so soon after they started dating?

“……”

Her mind filled with all sorts of worries, she stared at the star-shaped stickers on her ceiling and picked up her phone.

She opened the internet and, in the search bar, typed [women’s first time stories] and hit enter.

[I think I’m going to have sex with my boyfriend for the first time soon. What were your first experiences like?]

The question at the very top of the results.

It was exactly her situation. As if possessed, Miyuki clicked on the post.

A flood of diverse answers poured out.

With a gaze that was half-nervous, half-curious, Miyuki scanned the replies.

There were answers describing physical sensations, like [It hurt], [I didn’t feel much pain], and [It felt full].

There were also answers describing emotional feelings, like [I was happy], [It was just annoying], [It was good], and [I was anxious].

There were even some terrifying replies:

[It hurt so much we had to do it in two parts over two days.]

[It felt like being branded with a hot poker.]

[Afterward, the muscles on my inner thighs were so sore I couldn’t walk properly.]

[My life flashed before my eyes.]

Is that for real…?

It seemed like an exaggeration, but since she’d never experienced it, it also felt like it could be true.

In any case, there were more opinions saying it hurt than ones saying it was fine. Would it be the same for her?

She wouldn’t like it if it hurt too much…

As Miyuki sat there, laden with worry…

Ah!

An idea flashed through her mind, and her expression brightened.

He could put it in before it gets hard, and then let it grow bigger inside.

Maybe it wouldn’t hurt that way.

As she entertained the thought, a weak laugh escaped Miyuki’s lips.

“…What am I even thinking?”

It might be soon, but they hadn’t even done it yet. She felt like an idiot for seriously contemplating such things.

It was also absurd how casually she was thinking about methods of insertion.

It felt like her brain was working faster and sharper than when she was studying.

But wasn’t it a good idea? It seemed plausible.

When the situation arises, I should try suggesting it.

Whether I’ll be able to say it is another question, though.

Tucking the idea away in her mind, Miyuki closed the internet browser.

Everyone’s personality is different.

So everyone’s first experience must be different, too.

Instead of anxiously searching and worrying, it was better to face it head-on.

Having reached a conclusion, Miyuki sent Matsuda a message.

[Matsuda-kun. Did you get home?]

The phone was silent. No reply.

Hasn’t he gotten home yet?

It was far on foot, but close by car… Maybe he’s home and taking a shower?

Surely it’s not still hard when he’s showering, right?

Miyuki’s face flushed as she imagined Matsuda naked.

When they have sex… do they have to show each other their naked bodies?

Will Matsuda see her completely stripped bare?

Just imagining it was mortifying.

As she spent her time lost in all sorts of fantasies,

Bzzz-!

A reply from Matsuda arrived.

[Just now.]

[Seems like you got home a little late?]

[Had to buy a bento at the convenience store.]

A bento again? Come to think of it, he hadn’t eaten since he woke up.

She should have made him something before she left.

[You bought one with lots of vegetables, right?]

[No. Just a karaage donburi.]

Does he really like greasy food that much?

He never listens when I tell him to eat healthy. I’ll have to nag him a bit when we meet.

A smile crept onto Miyuki’s lips as she imagined Matsuda looking fed up with her scolding.

[Can you talk on the phone?]

Almost as soon as she sent the message, a call came from Matsuda.

Feeling that answering right away would make her seem too easy, Miyuki let the phone vibrate three times before pressing the call button.

Then, in a very demure voice, she said.

“Hello.”

—What took you so long?

“Just because. I’m hanging up now.”

—You’ve finally lost it.

“You said before that it’s better if we go crazy together.”

A low chuckle came from the other side of the phone.

A voice that was always pleasant to hear. Miyuki’s heart pounded.

—That’s true. What are you up to?

“Lying down.”

—Can’t sleep?

“Yeah.”

She was sure she had a lot of things to ask before the call…

But hearing Matsuda’s voice made them all disappear.

She just wanted to share a private conversation, to connect with him emotionally.

Had she ever been this head over heels for someone?

No, never.

She likes Matsuda.

Matsuda likes her, too.

Their feelings for each other were strong, a fact they could tell just by looking at one another.

So, if it’s Matsuda-kun…

With Ken, it would be okay.

Maybe,

Probably,

Definitely.