In the swimming hall, Rai Hikaru gave Nanami Akane a thorough crash course.
For a slacker student like her who hadn't studied right, he went all-in, spilling every secret.
Nanami Akane didn't disappoint—fully absorbed it all.
Repaid his droplet of kindness with a geyser: plenty of gratitude back.
Even dragged him into the pool for a "swim lesson."
Gotta say, water changed everything from dry land.
Following her lead in the pool, Rai Hikaru picked up tons of fresh positions.
Three, four hours later in the hall.
They finally tidied clothes and gear, ready to bounce.
Nanami Akane looked blissed-out, rosy-cheeked post-lesson—but beat, exhausted.
Rai Hikaru eyed her. "Getting late. I'll walk you home."
She beamed. "Yay!"
Two wobbly steps onshore—collapsed.
"Legs cramping... hurts so bad... ass too... can't walk..."
Clutching thigh and butt, helpless puppy eyes at Rai Hikaru.
"Fine. Piggyback."
Dressed her proper, hoisted on back, jacket-draped for cover.
Totally got it.
That "lesson" was intense—her first rodeo, no prior experience.
Body overload normal.
Piggybacked her out the gym.
Arms looped his neck, every inch aching—but her cute face glowed pure bliss.
That massive soft weight on his back? Rai Hikaru approved.
Talented student, obedient, co-developed wild new pool poses.
But they both forgot Captain Katsuragi Sayaka's reminder: lock up.
Door stayed wide, lights on.
Not long after they left.
A stunning blonde bombshell MILF strolled by—curvy knockout.
Saw lights, ducked in fast.
"Man, what gives with the swim club? Used the hall and forgot lights and door?"
Tsukigoka Saaya shook her head, stepped inside.
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School PE teacher, girls' swim club advisor.
Tight with captain Katsuragi Sayaka.
"Sayaka's not the forgetful type... weird she spaced on locking up."
Killed lights, shook head.
Sniffed odd scent.
"This smell... like the azaleas at school gate. So thick..."
"Who snuck flowers in? Rude!"
Locked door, ready to split.
Spotted white globs floating poolside.
Lights off, door shut, too far—blurry.
"Something in the pool? Nah, illusion. Water changes tomorrow anyway."
Shook head, dipped.
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Meanwhile.
Asou Apartments, Rai Hikaru's rented single-room door.
Three gyaru—Hamazaki Reina, Sasaki Yukina, Kurumiita Ruri—each nursed a bubble tea, bored-chatting.
Reina snapped at Yukina. "Hey! You said Rai-kun's definitely coming home today! Where is he?!"
Yukina sighed. "I saw Shino no Miya Natsuka leave first—no Rai-kun with her! How should I know if he's not with that chick, not home—where?!"
Ruri twirled twin-tails, scoffed. "Pfft! Fake intel again! Wasted my killer twin-tail reins today!"
Sky dark—Reina groaned. "Screw it! Too late—guard duty over!"
Yukina bit lip, fumed. "No! Leave a mark before we go!"
Ruri eyed empty cup, plonked it at his door. "This curses Rai-kun forever virgin! Hmph! Ditcher!"
Reina ditto. "Yeah! Curse Rai-kun eternal virgin!"
Yukina copied, twisted: "Curse Rai-kun forever virgin—but I'll break it!"
"No! Rai-kun's first is Ruri's!"
"Mine—Hamazaki Reina's!"
"Swore it—Sasaki Yukina's!"
United curse shattered on first-rights fight.
Scuffled brief.
Gyarus peacocked down, pros at routine—veered into nearby tonkatsu joint.
"Oi, landlady! Feed us good!"
Door in, Ruri hollered.
"Gotcha! 'Virgin-Ditcher Special' again?" Landlady chuckled.
"Yup yup!" Trio nodded.
No Rai-kun? Hit this spot.
Regulars now—chummy with owner.
Nicknamed signature pork cutlet curry the "Virgin-Ditcher Special."
Landlady clueless on meaning—happy customers.
Stuffing faces, oblivious.
Minutes later—Rai Hikaru piggybacking Nanami Akane passed right by.
As trio munched blissfully.
Rai Hikaru chatted casual with back-rider Nanami Akane.
He'd planned cab home.
She wanted walk—more time together.
Fresh off claiming her first, he figured chat fine.
So, full trek back-carrying.
His back's warmth thrilled her—but worry crept.
"Rai-kun, carried me so far—tired?"
He grinned. "Wanna demo again? Pool-style sword high-lift game?"
Flash of fear—shook head frantic. "No no! Totally believe your power now!"
Chainsaw feat + pool's mind-bending "lessons"—overthought it.
Rai Hikaru smiled. "Nanami-chan, sudden hand-over—no regrets?"
Shook head wild. "None! Never!"
"Why?"
"'Cause I like you!"
"Rai-kun, I get my feelings now—super like you!"
"Only you give unmatched safety."
"Lifelong hooked."
"So different from before. Giving myself? Not just payback."
"Pure like—want everything yours, forever together."
Her confession drew his smile. "Gotta be straight: my emotions build slow. Liking someone or thing takes time, contact, friction. Rarely insta-love."
"Need deep know—flaws, depths, mutual insight—for feelings. Get me?"
She nodded fast. "Crystal! Know you don't like me back yet—no prob!"
"But I'll make you! Guaranteed!"
"Soon know your full length. You've gauged my depths already."
"Anyway—want you together!"
Rai Hikaru smiled, added: "One more: Shino no Miya Natsuka and I? Already like this."
Expected hesitation—she laughed.
"Knew it! Don't mind!"
"Others? Jealous maybe. You? No clue why, but fine."
"Especially post-pool... with you."
"Guess I know can't solo-own you."
"Legs still ache bad—you not full yet..."
Arms tightened neck, body mashed full—mega-tits ground back playfully.
High schooler? Nanami Akane gifted absurd.
Four normies couldn't match her pair.
Talent made "innocent" grind comfy, tempting.
If not for her cramp-swollen, sore feet—Rai Hikaru'd drag home for round two.
But her teary begs replayed.
He chuckled. "Fine—you cool with it."
"Home, rest up."
Bliss smile lit her face.
Leaned ear, hot whisper: "Weak girl begs your guidance."
Slutty purr—no mercy slap on ass.
"Not home tonight—my place."
Face flipped—begged. "Sorry Rai-kun! Wrong! Big bro... mercy... can't anymore..."
Swollen bun-pussy memory killed sass.
His laugh forgave.
Chatted light, sped up—dropped her home.
Cabbed back himself.
Apartment door—keys out, spotted three tea cups "enshrined" like offerings.
Shook head, amused—knew the culprits.
"Those gyarus need reining."
"Time to school 'em proper."
Grabbed broom for trash duty.
Door open—new figure at threshold.
Brown updo, cute face, stacked MILF beauty.
Curvy stunner held broom too—sweeping.
Looked down: gyaru cups gone.
Door creak turned her—met his gaze.
Beautiful woman explained quick. "Um, was sweeping. Saw trash at your door—cleaned it up. Any bother?