Umi's Obsession
Anyway, after school I headed straight to the dojo. "You're coming every day anyway. We'll prepare a spare uniform here. It's no big deal to have one more thing to wash now." Thanks to Gonzaemon's bold declaration, all I had to do was show up in whatever when heading to the dojo.
"Ufufu. Why don't you just become our Kiryu family son-in-law while you're at it." Asuna-san tossed out some dangerously flirty joke. Would Umi hate jokes like that...? I wondered, but she just blushed and looked away, pretending not to hear. She wanted to snap but was holding back to keep the mood from souring, huh. Surprisingly filial.
Anyway, Umi dragged me straight to the dojo. "Come on! Come on! Quick training at the dojo, then we play together!" Umi declared.
Yeah. Today's Umi was dead set on inviting me to her room no matter what.
"A girl's room... for the first time..." I'd never actually been invited to hang out in a girl's room before. Ah... there was that one time. My college senior's apartment. But it didn't feel like a girl's room at all. Beer cans rolling around, ashtray overflowing with butts. Not what I'd imagined.
"F-First time?" Umi reacted.
"Hmm... first time, huh. Well, figures. Shota, you were a total shut-in, right?" Umi said.
"Hehehe. Shota. You've been to a girl's room now—life achievement unlocked?" Umi smirked smugly.
"Girl's room... girl's room...!!!"
The weight of it hit me all at once.
"Kkieeeek!!!" I unleashed a primal scream of joy.
Farewell to my dark youth.
"Don't scream in the street!! It's embarrassing!!" Pow! Umi's instant retribution smacked me flat. I folded up like origami.
Anyway, I headed right to the dojo to change. Umi rushed off to her room mumbling about preparations. Well, gotta be some messy stuff she doesn't want friends seeing.
"Ah... Shota." That's when Asuna called out to me apologetically.
Up close, Asuna-san made my heart pound. She could pass for Umi's big sis, no question. What kinda skincare routine is that? I was straight-up jealous of Gonzaemon.
"Oh my. What? Staring at my face like that."
Asuna-san chuckled teasingly.
"You're just too beautiful, ma'am. I lost myself staring." I blurted out the honest truth.
"Oh!!! Really!! Shota always knows how to pick the sweetest words!"
Asuna-san immediately smacked my arms playfully. Ah. Umi definitely takes after her mom. That hand stings.
"This won't do. Marry into the family. Come on?" Asuna-san suddenly went full throttle.
To rein in the rampage, I steered back to the point. "So... something you wanted to say?"
"Ah... the changing room's lockers are all full right now. Gotta change somewhere else."
Asuna-san explained.
"Ah... got it."
Makes sense. Gonzaemon's dojo's packed with students. He teaches great, sure, but plenty come just to ogle the pretty wife and Umi.
"Then maybe borrow the bathroom real quick..."
"No way!! Can't have my hubby's star pupil doing that!! Change in Umi's room. She'll be fine with it."
Asuna-san insisted.
"That's kinda..."
Changing in a girl friend's room? What kinda scenario is this?
"Do it."
Shadows crept over Asuna-san's face. Chill! Instant goosebumps. This... is presence, huh?
"Sure. Fine." Sensing mortal peril, I caved immediately. Now I get why Gonzaemon's whipped.
"Aww!! Love how refreshingly obedient our Shota is!!" Asuna-san ruffled my hair with terrifying vigor.
Anyway, no choice—I grabbed the uniform and headed up to Umi's room.
"Uh, c-come in." Umi said, cheeks faintly pink.
"Sorry. Um..." Awkwardness hit me too.
"Hmph. It's basically a changing room anyway? Getting shy over stripping. Virgin problems."
Umi forced a casual tone.
"Right? Just a changing room, yeah?"
Ah... those words ignited my courage.
"Eh? Uh, y-yeah..." Umi eyed me weirdly.
Fueled by Umi's declaration, I hurled off my uniform. Time to shed a skin and level up!!!
"Wooooh!!!"
Light-speed strip—down to my undies.
"Wh-what the hell are you stripping for all sudden!!!!!"
Umi slapped hands over her eyes and shrieked. But fingers splayed wide, pupils peeking through. Covering for show?
I wanted to call her out.
"This is the changing room. Your words demolished my cowardice."
I stared at Umi with dead-serious eyes.
"Thanks, Umi. You made me... stronger."
I stood proud in my skivvies. Zero shame.
"What kinda bullshit is that!! Get dressed already!!" Umi screeched.
"Yes'm."
Drama over, I donned the kendo gi.
"Yes'm my ass!!!" Umi sniped back.
Ssshh!Ssh! Eyes closed, I could suit up blind now.
"Then... mind watching my stuff?"
"Y-yeah..." Umi beet-red, eyes averted.
Yeah... witnessing my growth must've swelled her heart with pride. I snorted smugly. Off to kendo training.
Once Shota's footsteps faded down the stairs, Umi leaped into action. Used as a changing room and all, he'd left his clothes and gear scattered here.
"........."
Umi's eyes drifted to his worn outfit.
"Ahem!"
Clearing her throat, she folded the carelessly tossed clothes.
'W-warm...'
His body heat lingered, flushing her cheeks. A tickly thrill bonus.
Instinct overrode brain. Nose to his T-shirt.
"Huuuuaah...!" Sniffing commenced.
Athlete deodorant heavy, but raw male musk seeped through.
'N-not enough...'
Instinct's thrall, eyes to stronger source: uniform pants crotch.
"Huuuup...!" Thicker hit.
"Heheeee..."
Objectively rank, but weirdly addictive. Umi dove deep into Shota's scent.
'P-panties would've been prime...'
Dangerous thoughts bubbled. Why no no-pants gi? Pure resentment.
Mid-scent bliss, she snapped to. Thirty minutes gone.
"R-right!! Not now!!" Headshake.
Snatched his phone.
"Seriously... so careless. Screen's cracked."
Quick pattern unlock—she'd peeked before.
'So... basic.'
Three dots in a line. Obvious from across the room.
Two goals. First: app install. Couple tracker. Shares locations—sweet on paper, anti-cheat in truth. Distrust spawn.
Positions pinged. Perfect crime: hid the app. Normies skip hidden folders. Shota'd never notice.
'Shota. Right in my palm.'
Umi blushed, grinned.
'N-not like I like him or anything obsessive...'
Just keep prey within arm's reach. That's it.
'And...'
Forbidden zone: messages.
'Shota... suspiciously secretive. Too many girl contacts.'
Tongue-click, messenger open.
Dry text from Taiga Natsukawa.
'N-night meetup?!!!!!!'
Nearly screamed, body quaking.
'I-immoral...!'
Gal tolerance low, lewd delusions exploded.
'D-definitely Shota's getting played... by that Taiga.'
Blackmailed by thug, no doubt.
'I... gotta protect him.'
Eyes shadowed. Misunderstanding snowballed.
'First... more clothes. Scent's fading.'
Anyway, back to sniffing till Shota returned.
That moment, my POV.
Tat!Tadak!Taaang!
Gonzaemon's call, free sparring rolled on. Parried the slash, instant counter. Clean win. Two-of-three mine.
Beating over half the dojo kids now. Rapid gains.
'Well... original world experience paying off.'
"Good! Getting stronger by the day!! Shota!!!"
Gonzaemon boomed, shoulder-slap.
"Summer tourney, you'll shine."
Gonzaemon grinned.
"What... no opt-out?" I probed.
"Skip, cough up month's dues and bogu fees."
Gonzaemon stone-faced.
"Count me in! Love me some tourneys!!" Quick pivot.
"That's it!!!" Gonzaemon cracked a grin post-stern.
Summer vac: kendo tourney hell. Sigh of resignation.