Chapter 2

"Hideo oppa."

Judging from the context, it was highly likely a term referring to Hideo. It was also similar to his name, Hideo.

However, Hideo couldn't accept that title as his own.

Because he had never been called by such an affectionate term by a girl before.

Hideo's parents had certainly shown him love, at least up to a certain point, but even they didn't exactly call Hideo by a pet name.

Due to the absence ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of such experiences, Hideo was in a situation where he didn't consider any term other than his name to be his own, which caused a delay in his response to the current situation.

"Hideo oppa? Are you okay? You don't look so good? Are you sick somewhere?"

It was the girl in front of him who broke that delay.

Hearing such kind words of concern from a girl for the first time, shock was added to shock, and he suddenly snapped to his senses.

Barely holding on to his sanity, Hideo asked.

"Who are you?"

"Eh?"

At Hideo's question, the girl blankly opened her eyes and mouth, then giggled and hit Hideo's arm.

"What are you saying, Hideo oppa~ Can't you tell just by looking? It's me, Shiori. Have you forgotten your childhood friend who you've been playing with for over 10 years, just because we haven't seen each other for about half a year? I'm disappointed!"

Childhood friend?

Wasn't that a concept that only existed in romantic comedy manga?

The appearance of a childhood friend he didn't even know the name of, let alone have any acquaintance with, caused Hideo's thoughts to grind to a halt once again.

Come to think of it, there was a development like this in some manga. A childhood friend the protagonist doesn't even know suddenly shows up and they end up living together, or something like that.

Hideo thought to himself that he didn't seem like the type to be the protagonist of a romantic comedy in any way, shape, or form, when,

Hideo remembered seeing her name in the near future.

"Shiori? Sunaarashi Shiori?"

At Hideo's mutter, the girl in front of him nodded her head vigorously.

"Yep! Sunaarashi Shiori. Hideo oppa's childhood friend. Do you remember me now?"

Hideo shuddered.

What the hell was going on? The woman mentioned in the app that he had dismissed as a bug or a simple fishing app had actually appeared before his eyes.

This was truly, truly

Wasn't this the kind of situation that was like the introduction to an erotic doujinshi, where the situation revolves ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠entirely around the protagonist's convenience, with the sole focus on arousing the reader?

If he were a normal person, he might have felt a little more confused in this situation.

However, Hideo, whose normal human relationships with the outside world were almost completely severed, and whose only communication with the outside world was through reading otaku media, equated the situation he was given with the very moment he had been fantasizing about alone, and began to inflate his fantasies even more.

Normally, this would be a very dangerous state of confusing fantasy with reality, but coincidentally... in this case, Hideo was much closer to the truth than others.

"You know, I have something to do around here tomorrow morning? So I was originally going to book a hotel, but then I thought about it, and oppa's house is right here. So I just came. Let me stay for just one day. I just spent all the money I had for the hotel, so I have nowhere else to go."

If you only heard the words, it sounds like a reckless younger sister trying to freeload off an older brother she knows.

Except that she has no acquaintance with the so-called older brother.

Normally, no matter how pretty a person is, you would be suspicious of a stranger and wouldn't let them into your personal space so easily.

If you were a normal person.

"C-come in for now."

"Yay!"

Shiori shouted with joy and entered Hideo's house through the front door.

Hideo's heart began to pump at the situation of bringing a girl into his house for the first time.

'S-surely, the title of this app's quest was... to let a super perverted childhood friend stay overnight, right?'

He didn't pay attention to any other part. Hideo was only focused on the phrase "super perverted childhood friend."

Just how much of a pervert would she have to be to get such a title? Hideo lifted his underwear in anticipation, suppressing his dick that was asserting itself.

Not yet... we don't know yet, so wait. Wait.

"Wow... oppa, you should clean up a bit. I know you live alone, but what's with the state of this house? It's so dirty. This is bad for your health because it's unhygienic, you know?"

Shiori, who had entered the living room, immediately pointed out the state of Hideo's house.

You might think she's being presumptuous, considering she's the one borrowing the house for a night, but the state of Hideo's house was such a mess that he had nothing to say in protest.

He just,

"W-well, I know where everything is, so it doesn't matter."

That's all he could say.

For the record, Hideo himself doesn't actually know where he puts things, so it's a daily occurrence for his house to become a complete mess whenever he tries to find something.

"Uhyu. It's not just about finding things, you'll get bugs if you keep this up, you know? I'll have to come and clean up properly later. It's a bit too much right now though."

With that, Shiori tidied up the table a bit, put the backpack she had been carrying on it, sat on the sofa, and stretched.

"Keueueu... Taking the bus is more tiring than I thought. Even though I'm just sitting, my body feels so stiff."

"I-is that so..."

Hideo swallowed hard at the armpits that were revealed as Shiori stretched.

Due to the nature of the tank top, Shiori's armpits were exposed to Hideo without any obstacles as she stretched.

The subtle curvaceous beauty of her smooth armpits, which she apparently puts effort into depilating, was very appealing to Hideo.

But don't get the wrong idea. Hideo doesn't exactly have an armpit fetish.

Hideo is the kind of pervert who wants to defile and fuck up every part of a woman that can be defiled, including her armpits, vagina, anus, thighs, and pussy. It's not just armpits.

'I want to fuck her. I want to fuck her so badly. I want to pin those thin arms to the ground and shove my dick into her vagina like crazy.'

Isn't it practically the same as agreeing to have sex if a woman comes into a man's house alone without any sense of crisis? Such self-justification was quickly established in Hideo's mind.

In Hideo's mind, it was no longer logic, but a fact in itself.

Hideo's dick shouted to Hideo's brain.

'Do it! Just do it! She's a crazy bitch who thinks she's your childhood friend, so she probably doesn't have the brains to report you to the police or anything, right? So just do it!'

The desires of a man who can't have normal relationships with people, is only addicted to pornography, and yet has several times more sexual desire than others, were beyond imagination.

Hideo clenched his trembling fists and approached Shiori. Like a tiger slowly approaching its prey.

At that moment, Shiori,

"Eucha!"

Said in a cute voice and took off her tank top.

A white bra with a cute design boldly revealed itself before Hideo's eyes, causing Hideo to stop dead in his tracks.

In the midst of being led by his desires, he received a stimulus that exceeded his imagination, causing his brain to freeze.

Moreover, Shiori's strange behavior didn't stop there.

Shiori not only took off her tank top, but also took off her skirt, stockings, bra, and panties in that order, neatly folded them, and then asked Hideo.

"Hideo oppa. Do you have a shelf or something here? I want to store my clothes until I leave."

"Uh... uh-huh..."

Hideo, forgetting that he was about to pounce on Shiori due to her overly natural behavior, told Shiori the location of a suitable shelf. Then Shiori neatly stored her clothes in the shelf.

"Eucha. Fortunately, the inside of the shelf isn't cluttered. If I leave my clothes in a place that's cluttered like this, it'll be difficult to find them later. I'll borrow the shelf a bit, oppa."

"Uh, uh-huh..."

Hideo, not knowing what to say, made a pathetic sound like a retard. After a while, Hideo was able to spit out the question that had risen to his uvula.

"Hey, isn't Shiori embarrassed?"

"Huh? Embarrassed? What's there to be embarrassed about?"

"What's there to be embarrassed about, well... you're naked right now?"

Literally naked, without a single thread on her body.

She had been wearing quite provocative clothes since she came into this house, but her current appearance was beyond provocative.

In other words, it's primal.

A slender waist and voluptuous breasts. Clean skin with no blemishes, so elastic that you can see it with your eyes. Plump pussy and well-groomed pubic hair.

A pure, unadulterated crystallization of natural lewdness, evolved to seduce men.

That was Shiori right now. Normally, she should be embarrassed.

"What's there to be embarrassed about? Oppa and I are childhood friends. Showing each other our naked bodies isn't even the first time... Oppa, are you really okay? You're acting a bit strange today?"

Now Shiori was the one who was worried about oppa.

Hideo felt uncharacteristically perplexed. After all, Shiori was clearly the abnormal one.

And there was one sentence that grated on his ears.

Showing each other our naked bodies isn't even the first time.

This is the first time I've even seen your face, let alone your naked body?

"Tsk... Why is oppa like this today? Did he eat something wrong?"

Shiori approached Hideo. Just as the distance narrowed, Shiori blinked and sniffed.

"Sniff... sniff.... Haa..... Ah, I see. Oppa, you were jerking off until I came, weren't you?"

"Uh..."

That was correct. Shiori came at the stage where he had finished one and was preparing for the next jerk off.

They say women have a more sensitive sense of smell than men, and it seems that was true.

In fact, you could say she was late to notice. Because Hideo's house is so dirty, the smell gets buried.

"You were cut off in the middle of jerking off, so you were a bit frustrated, huh? So that's why you're acting a bit strange. Geez, oppa, you're not some adolescent kid, why are you acting so strange just because you were cut off in the middle of jerking off?"

"Um..."

It feels very strange to hear a girl say "jerking off, jerking off" from her mouth. There are plenty of alternative words like masturbation or self-pleasure, though.

Of course, it's not that he doesn't like it. He likes it.

"Wait here for a second, oppa."

Shiori approaches Hideo. Just as the distance became close enough for Shiori's scent to enter Hideo's nose, Shiori knelt down, grabbed Hideo's butt with her hands, and buried her nose in his crotch.

"W-what are you doing?"

"Um... just wait a second. I'm going to guess what oppa used as a wank material. Just a moment..."

After saying some nonsense that he couldn't understand, Shiori put her nose around Hideo's zipper and sucked in the smell with a deep "seueueueup!"

In the extremely depraved situation of a girl burying her nose in his crotch and smelling his ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠dick, Hideo's brain couldn't properly process the situation, but his dick handled it 100% perfectly. In short, it's so hard that it hurts.

Shiori, who had sucked in all the scent molecules left on Hideo's pants with the momentum to suck them all in, raised her face with a flushed face and said.

"This smell... Oppa, you were watching hypnosis doujinshi again while jerking off, weren't you?"

"Huh? H-how did you know?"

"Of course I know. How much of oppa's ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠dick smell have I smelled? Of course I can guess this much."

Shiori, who answered in a very natural tone, dusted off her knees and got up. And said,

"Judging from the smell, it's still incomplete combustion, right? You can't leave it like that when you're jerking off. I'll help you. Where was oppa's room again?"