Pure Route in a Netorare School

Kurosaki-kun nodded and started the stream. On one of the monitors, my image appeared. I looked at myself — a girl in a shrine maiden costume with a long light wig and a mask was staring back at me from the screen. The neckline was deep, my chest stood out noticeably, and the skirt… the skirt was short.

I involuntarily blushed.

Kurosaki-kun stood behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders.

“Relax,” he said calmly. “We’ll start with something simple.”

His large hands slowly but confidently began massaging my shoulders. His fingers were strong. He pressed exactly where the tension was, and I involuntarily exhaled.

“Breathe evenly,” he said quietly, continuing the massage. “You’re beautiful. Very beautiful. Especially in this outfit.”

From his words and from the way his hands worked on my shoulders, a pleasant warmth spread through my body. I could feel every movement of his fingers — strong, confident, slightly rough. The massage was deep, almost firm, but it was exactly what made me gradually relax.

“If anyone goes against you…” he continued in a calm voice, without stopping the massage, “I’ll deal with them. Anyone who dares to say something bad to you or hurt you… I’ll destroy them.”

I flinched.

His fingers slid a little higher, to the base of my neck, and I couldn’t help but close my eyes.

In my mind, I saw how he had suddenly approached that man with the phone in the shopping center back then. How he had given him a kick to the stomach without any conversation. How he had calmly and coldly said “She’s my girlfriend today.” How that man had eventually run away, almost crying.

I remembered how big he was. How strong. How easily he had protected me back then.

And now, while his strong hands were massaging my shoulders and his low voice sounded right by my ear, something new slowly but surely began to awaken inside me.

Not just warmth.

But something deeper.

Like… as long as he was nearby, nothing bad could really happen to me.

“You’re not chubby,” he said quietly but firmly, continuing the massage. “You’re full-figured. Feminine. And in this costume, you look damn beautiful. Remember that.”

I slowly opened my eyes and looked at my reflection on the monitor.

The girl in the mask was looking at me. And this time, I didn’t immediately look away.

“…Okay,” I whispered very quietly.

My voice came out a little hoarse.

Kurosaki-kun smiled slightly and continued massaging my shoulders while I sat there, relaxing under his hands, feeling something inside me slowly but surely changing.

Kurosaki-kun stood there for a few more seconds, looking down at me, then nodded quietly.

“I’ll step out for a bit. You stay here alone. If something goes wrong — just press pause. I’ll be nearby, in the next room.”

“A… what if I mess up?” I asked quietly.

He smiled slightly.

“You won’t. I believe in you.”

And he left, quietly closing the door behind him.

I was left alone.

For a few seconds I just sat in the chair, looking at the monitor. On the screen was my reflection — a girl in a shrine maiden costume with a long light wig and a mask. My chest stood out strongly because of the deep neckline, and the skirt was short. I involuntarily shifted my shoulders.

“Am I really doing this?..”

But then I looked at the chat. It was still empty for now. Only test messages from Kurosaki-kun himself.

I took a deep breath and pressed the button to start the stream.

“H-Hello…” I said quietly, my voice coming out thin and uncertain. “Today… is my first stream. I’ll be playing Eternal Arena. If you want… you can watch with me.”

At first it was very scary. I tried to speak as quietly as possible, almost in a whisper. My hands trembled slightly on the keyboard and mouse. I focused on the game, trying not to think about the fact that someone might be watching me.

But after a few minutes, the first viewers started appearing.

And then — the first donations.

“Beautiful shrine maiden ❤️”

“Her chest is fire, keep going”

“Nice soft voice, keep talking”

“You have a really pleasant voice, don’t be quiet”

I blushed, but… I didn’t stop.

I was actually playing well. Even better than usual. Maybe because I was focused, or maybe because I was trying to prove to myself that it wasn’t for nothing that I was sitting here. Gradually, I started commenting on my actions. At first quietly, then a little louder.

“Now I’m using my ultimate… like this… and this mob is already dead.”

Messages immediately started flooding the chat.

“Nice combo”

“Good job, cutie”

“Your voice got louder, that’s good”

“You have a really sexy chest in that costume”

I froze for a second, but then, unexpectedly even for myself, smiled quietly.

“Hey… don’t only look at my chest, okay? I can actually play too.”

The chat exploded. Donations started coming in even more frequently. Some people wrote compliments, others wrote completely shameless things. But the more of them there were, the… easier it became for me.

I caught myself smiling. Speaking in a normal voice instead of a whisper. That I liked it when they wrote “beautiful”, “sexy”, “keep going”. I liked that people were looking at me. That they noticed me. That they praised me — even if that praise was completely different from what I was used to.

I leaned closer to the microphone and spoke quietly, but already without my previous stiffness:

“Thank you for the donations… and for watching. I… honestly, thought I would be really embarrassed. But for now… it’s actually pretty nice.”

New messages immediately appeared in the chat.

“She’s blooming”

“Her voice became completely different”

“Keep going, we like you like this”

“Beautiful and cute, perfect”

I looked at my reflection on the monitor. The girl in the mask and light wig was looking at me. And this time I didn’t look away.

It was warm inside. And a little embarrassing. But the embarrassment was no longer as strong as in the beginning.

I smiled again — already wider — and returned to the game.

“Alright… then let’s continue. I’m going to try to beat this boss without using my ultimate… Let’s see if I can do it. If I manage, you all have to write ‘good job’ in the chat, deal?”

At that moment, there were two quiet, careful knocks on the door.

I froze for a second, then smiled.

“Oh… looks like I need to take a short break. I’ll be right back, okay? Don’t leave!”

I pressed pause on the stream and turned off the microphone. Then I quickly got up from the chair and almost ran to the door.

When I opened it, Kurosaki-kun was standing there.

And I, without even having time to think, jumped toward him and hugged him tightly.

“Kurosaki-kun!” I exclaimed happily, pressing myself against him. “You have no idea how cool it was! I… I really didn’t think I would like it so much! People were writing, and there were donations, and I was playing, and… and I was having fun!”

I wrapped my arms around his waist and held him tightly. I buried my face in his chest, then slightly rubbed my head against his shirt, as if it was the most natural movement in the world.

“How… big he is,” flashed through my mind. “Just like a wall…”

For a few seconds Kurosaki-kun just stood still. Then I felt his body tense slightly. I pulled back a little and looked up at him — and noticed that a light blush had appeared on his cheeks.

He… blushed?

I smiled widely, looking straight at his face.

“Don’t tell me our big guy knows how to get embarrassed?” I said playfully, still not letting go of him.

Kurosaki-kun coughed and looked away.

“…You’re being bold.”

I smiled quietly and pressed my head against his chest even a little harder, enjoying the feeling of hard muscles under the fabric. Then I finally let go of him and took a step back.

Only at that moment did it hit me what I had just done.

I had hugged him. Pressed myself against him. Rubbed my head on him. Spoken in a playful tone.

My cheeks instantly flared up. I wanted to lower my head, close my eyes, and disappear.

But… I didn’t do that.

Instead, I took a deep breath, pushed that impulse down, and looked him straight in the eyes. My cheeks were still burning, but my voice came out calmer and more confident than I had expected from myself:

“…Sorry. I probably got a little too carried away.”

Kurosaki-kun looked at me with slight surprise. Then a familiar calm smile appeared on his lips.

“No,” he said quietly. “I liked it.”

I froze for a second, then smiled quietly, but already without my previous stiffness.

“Then… shall we go?” I asked, slightly tilting my head. “You wanted to say something, right?”

And I was the one who turned around first and walked ahead, without waiting for his answer. My heart was still pounding, but it was no longer from embarrassment.

But from something else.

We walked into the kitchen, and I immediately froze in the doorway.

The table was set like it was for a holiday. Several hot dishes, salads, rice, sushi… but most of the attention was drawn to the desserts. A lot of desserts. Crème brûlée, éclairs, small berry tarts, chocolate fondant, several types of ice cream, and even a large cake with berries. Everything looked very beautiful and expensive.

I swallowed involuntarily.

Kurosaki-kun stopped next to me and smiled calmly.

“It’s time for lunch,” he said. “I didn’t want to distract you during the stream, but you should eat something. You’ve barely eaten anything since morning.”

I looked at the table in confusion.

“This… this looks really expensive…” I said quietly. “I can’t eat something like this. This is…”

I didn’t finish.

Kurosaki-kun took a step closer and, like before, gave me a sharp but not strong pat on the back with his palm. From the suddenness, instead of a scream, I let out a quiet, completely unladylike sound — something between a gasp and a moan. A hot discharge ran through my body.

“Stop going back to that humble Yūki,” he said calmly but firmly.

I turned to him, still red.

He stepped very close and placed his large palm on my head. He began slowly stroking my hair, like he had already done several times today.

“You’re charismatic. A little cheeky. A girl who can allow herself to be the center of attention. And as long as I’m nearby — no one will hurt you. No one will dare to do anything bad to you. Remember that.”

His voice sounded very serious. And I… believed him. Completely. Deep down, I knew — if he said it like that, then that’s how it would be.

I looked up at him, feeling the warmth of his palm on my head. Then I smiled quietly, almost in a whisper.

“…Then feed me.”

I stuck out my tongue like a little kid and jumped onto the sofa that stood by the window. I sat down with my legs tucked under me and looked at him challengingly.

Kurosaki-kun looked at me in surprise for a second, then smiled quietly. It was a rare, genuine smile. He shook his head and followed me.

“What a spoiled girl,” he muttered, but there was warmth in his voice.

He sat down next to me on the sofa, took a plate with desserts and a spoon. I turned to him, slightly opened my mouth, and looked him straight in the eyes.

Kurosaki-kun scooped up some crème brûlée and carefully brought the spoon to my lips.

“Open wide,” he said quietly.

I obediently opened my mouth. He slowly put the spoon in, and I closed my lips, licking off the cream. The taste was amazing. I couldn’t help but close my eyes in pleasure.

“Good girl,” he calmly praised.

At those words, it became warm inside me again. But I didn’t want him to be so… proper right now. I liked this new state — when I could be a little spoiled, playful, and he accepted it.

I opened my eyes and looked at him with a slight smirk.

“Don’t get distracted…” I said quietly, slightly tilting my head. “Today I want to be spoiled.”

Kurosaki-kun froze for a second, looking at me. Something dark and interested flashed in his eyes. Then he smiled quietly and scooped up another spoonful.

“As you wish,” he said calmly. “Then open your mouth, spoiled girl.”

I obediently parted my lips, looking him straight in the eyes while he fed me the next spoonful. And inside me, everything continued to feel light, warm, and a little dangerous.

I was still chewing a small piece of éclair when Kurosaki-kun suddenly said calmly:

“By the way. We earned about five million yen this morning.”

I almost choked.

“F-Five million?!” I exhaled, eyes wide. “In one morning?! That’s… that’s impossible!”

He shrugged slightly, as if we were talking about pocket change.

“It’s possible. You played well. Plus your appearance and how you started opening up closer to the end. People feel that.”

I looked at him for a few seconds, then quietly lowered my gaze to my hands.

“…Without you, I wouldn’t have been able to do anything,” I said quietly. “I probably wouldn’t have even decided to start. And I definitely wouldn’t have been able to talk and joke like that.”

Kurosaki-kun didn’t answer. He just silently looked at me.

I put down the spoon and slightly moved away.

“I got full… Thank you. It was very tasty.”

As soon as I tried to get up, his hand sharply grabbed me around the waist. In the next moment I was already in the air, and then — sitting on his lap. Face to face with him. My thighs on either side of his legs.

I froze.

My heart was pounding so hard that it felt like he could hear it. I felt hot. Very hot. I was sitting on his lap, feeling how big and hard he was. His hands calmly rested on my waist, holding me.

I… was nervous. But at the same time I felt strangely protected. Like nothing bad could happen to me while I was here.

Kurosaki-kun looked me straight in the eyes and said calmly:

“Feed me too.”

I instantly turned red.

“W-What?.. I… I just…”

But he was simply looking at me. Calmly. Confidently. And I understood that he wasn’t joking.

I swallowed, pushed down the rising embarrassment, and took the spoon. I scooped up some dessert and, still red, slowly brought it to his lips. He opened his mouth and calmly ate it. I looked at this and felt it getting much hotter inside.

When I pulled the spoon away, a small, slightly daring smile appeared on my lips.

“…You’re going to stream until evening now,” he said calmly, looking me in the eyes. “You need to do bolder things.”

I froze.

“Lean a little closer to the camera with your chest. Sometimes drop something and bend over to pick it up. Show your butt. People like that. And there will be more donations.”

I couldn’t believe he was saying this. So directly. So calmly. As if it was the most ordinary thing.

But at the same time… imagining myself doing that, I felt it suddenly get much hotter inside. Stronger than before. I had never had a strong libido. But today… today I had been on edge since morning.

And now, sitting on his lap, I could smell him. A strong, heavy scent of sweat and skin. It got into my nose and made my head spin a little. It was already wet between my legs. I involuntarily squeezed my thighs, praying that I wouldn’t get his pants wet.

“…I understand,” I said quietly but firmly. “I’ll do that.”

Kurosaki-kun nodded, then leaned in and bit the last spoonful of dessert straight from my hands. After that, he easily, with one hand, put me back on the floor.

As soon as his hands let go of me, I immediately felt emptiness and cold. I suddenly wanted very much to be on his lap again. In his arms it was warm, reliable and… arousing.

I stood there and looked up at him.

Kurosaki-kun stood up, stretched, and said calmly:

“I need to step out for a bit on business.”

He took a key out of his pocket and tossed it to me. I caught it in the air.

“If you need anything — call. Just text me.”

He was already walking toward the hallway, putting on his jacket. I watched him go, clutching the key in my hand, and felt everything inside me still pulsing with warmth and light arousal.

When the door closed behind him, the apartment became very quiet.

I slowly lowered my gaze to the key in my palm.

And for the first time today, I thought that I already didn’t want him to leave for long.