Chapter 15: Kouta turns up the heat.

Our smartphones slowly show the history we are creating together.

Two print club photos, stuck on the phone back showing us close together, and then kissing, followed by a weird trinket that latches to our phones.

It’s a slow start, but also the slow start that I really wanted to have.

Despite her hijinks, knowing I could have a date like this with Shi-chan was an important thing.  She hasn’t once tried to coerce me to a love hotel, or even perhaps a more salacious place.  

She just took advantage of the one ecchi thing she was allowed to do, and found a way to include me in it.

She got to fool around, and at the same time, not have to feel bad that she was pestering.

Plus it was an erotic experience.

To be sitting on her lap.

Despite me being hapless this time, what would it have been like if I knew what that remote actually did from the start?

Would I have had the courage to do that?  To take control of Shi-chan’s pleasure?  I wonder what kind of level of trust it would take… well trust or some kind of need for perverse excitement!

I discover every time that what I know about Shi-chan isn’t even at the surface level.

The truth of it really hit me, that for all I professed to love her, all I knew of her was just that of a face and a body, and now that I’m slowly taking steps into the shallow end of her pool, she’s been trying to drag me to the deep end with no floaties on.

However, it’s exciting, and that is a feeling my old isolated otaku self could never understand.

It’s like trying to describe the sky to a blind person.  You can try, but if they cannot open their eyes and see, then it is only a word, and not the eternally magnificent sight it is.

But, I only know that I am at the beginning.  I have been lucky that the few hurdles and misunderstandings I have had thus far, have been minor.

I haven’t yet had a truly bad reaction.

Remembering something Miyajima-okusan said, leaves me worried though.

‘That girl has a lot of bad luck sometimes…’

Should I take that as an omen to prepare for a time when things will sour?

I’m bolstered by senpai’s heartfelt speech to me, and even dad, who showed me from the beginning the first taste of what real bitterness can taste like.

…

Out into the real world, the dim light is replaced by the irreproachable light of the sun.

That shy angel hiding in plain sight is now completely visible.

Once again, the contrast of the white dress she’s wearing against her darker toned and lustrous skin is incredible.   Her golden eyes match her blonde hair, and I just want to embrace her for a while.

But she’s got me at a distance still.

“Kouta.  What’s next?”

I have google-sensei open, and a red pin only two minutes away shows our destination.

“Do you like noodles?”  I say with a smile.

“Un.”

“Then leave it to me, I know just the place.”

…

It was Kimiko’s advice, right?  I can trust it, right?  I’d get a good reaction… RIGHT!?

It’s a ramen shop with outdoor seating, and here and there around the shop are some korean letters, which is what I wanted to see.  Hopefully it would be an authentic spicy.

She chooses a table to sit down at outside, and I go inside to place our order.

What is it I’m ordering?

Spicy Kimchi Ramen, of course!

Onee-chan is a foodie, so I was forced to go along with her to try all sorts of foods.  Some I liked, others I didn’t, but of the spiciest ones I’ve had to try, was real korean spicy kimchi.

Of course, I ordered drinks to take the edge off.  

Authentic flavor doesn’t fuck around.

So back out to the table, I see her typing something on her phone.

“Is everything good?” I ask her.

“Yes.  It was just Kii-chan being nosy.”

“I guess being a housewife can be lonely sometimes, and you need something to do to alleviate boredom.”

Nakada-san looked at me strange.

“Kii-chan doesn’t know how to be bored.  She can make drama just by breathing the wrong way.”

A harsh assessment by someone who knows.  I wonder if I should be more wary of Miyajima-okusan in the future? Yet, I know she’s willing to help someone like me with my own problems for the sake of her good friend, Nakada-san.  So I don’t want to give off that kind of impression to her.  Plus it might be taken as an offense by senpai.

Already knowing how to navigate our fledgling relationship is proving to be difficult.

“Kouta.  You will be coming over to meet my mother tomorrow, right?”

“Un.  It’s important to Shi-chan, right?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’ll be there, though you’ll have to send me your address.”

A couple taps on her phone, and my phone received that information instantly.

“You can come over at anytime.”

“Right, anytime tomorrow, got it.”

“Kouta.  I mean… anytime.”

“U...un…”

Yeah, okay, so.  Okay.  I got it.  The love hotel ploy wasn’t working, so she just went the easier route and gave me an anytime pass.

She doesn’t betray any expectations.

No sooner do I get permission, then I have to worry about forgiveness.

The ossan brought out a tray with two bowls of what can only be described as fermented liquid pain, and some refreshments.  The steam that came out of the bowl was an offense to both the eyes and nose.

“ “ Itadakimasu.” ” 

We both broke apart a pair of chopsticks, and dug into the food at once.

I handled it normally, and expected her to enjoy it more than I did, due to Kimiko’s recommendation.

Instead, I saw her face scrunch up tightly, her mouth remain open, and her trying to fan the spice out of her mouth with her hand.

I watched her struggle with the small portion of spicy noodles she had, and then when she managed to get them down, which for a moment I wasn’t sure was actually going to happen, she reached for her drink, a soda, and then took a sip from the can.

Then her face bunched up again, but this time with her mouth closed.  Ah.  The carbonation was affecting the capsaicin that was rooting itself into her tongue.

She was suffering.

Somehow, some wicked part of me deep down, was enjoying it.

Ah.  I just thought of something more wicked.

I reached into my pocket, and I felt for the keychain.

I waited for her to take her second bite, and I felt the remote, and pressed where the green button should have been, just once.

As she’s mid gulp, she begins to choke for a second before swallowing, and then coughs for a small spell, before reaching for her drink and taking another sip.

Her face blanches for a second, and she just stares at me, with those golden orbs, which shine differently today.

“Kouta.”

“Shiori is cute when she eats spicy things.”

I tease her, but fully expect her to tell me to hand the keyring and device over.  Yet she doesn’t.

I continue eating, though I hardly take my eyes off of her.

Every single time, she goes through the motions of being in pain while she’s eating and drinking.

It’s now a precious memory.

She can only reach the halfway point, before she apologises.

“Kouta.  I’m at my limit.”

I go to reach in my pocket to turn it off, but she points at the bowl of noodles.

“I’m sorry, I can’t finish the bowl.”

I on the other hand, have just finished the first bowl, so I take the second bowl, and put it in front of me, ready to eat it.

She reaches into her little clutch and pulls out the usual package of cigarettes, appropriates the table’s empty ashtray, and I just slowly eat the noodles, as I watch her enjoy her bad habit.

She reaches over to my side of the table and takes my soda.  Her’s was already spent playing damage control with the spicy noodles.

I am left without refreshment.

It’s a batsu* game.

I am punishing her with the device.

She is punishing me by not letting my tongue be relieved.

It hurts.

At some point, I manage to sneak my hand in and press the green button once again.

She suddenly coughs a whole lot, and gives me a really dirty look.

“Kouta.  Incorrigible.”

Eh? Me?  Who’s the real incorrigible one here.  It’s you.  How it is not you?  The whole thing was your idea, anyway.

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She holds up her index finger.

“One or nothing.  You decide.”

…

I reluctantly reach into my pocket and press the red button once.  Noticing the change, she puts her finger away.

I finish my noodles before she finishes her’s.  

She still won’t return my drink.

It burns.

She’s sexy when she’s purposely neglecting me as well.   I fall into her eyes again, and after she finishes, she hands me back the soda with just enough for one sip.

It really burns!

...

After a fun day at the aquarium, and a spicy lunch, we headed back towards the train station.

We’re holding hands, but I still feel the distance.

We get on the train home, only this time it’s a lot less full.

We find two seats available, and sit down.  She leans her head against my shoulder, and closes her eyes.

I dare to put my arm around her, and pull her close to my body.

At first it seemed she was going to resist, but then she gave in, and now she is nestled closer to my body.

It’s the closeness I had craved today.

Somehow, I realize the skinship she naturally provided on our first day, is something my body wants.

The distance is comfortable, but the closeness is divine.

I now have a divine (fallen)angel resting on me.

Everyday with Nakada-san is heaven and hell.

I just hold her close, until we reach our stop, a few minutes away.

We go to take a few steps out and suddenly she’s grabbed onto me around my neck, and her legs are like jelly.  Her entire body weight is now being moved to her arms, and have to put an arm around her to hold her up.

Thankfully we are near a column and away from the platform, so I use the column as support while I hold Nakada-san.

“Kouta.  Off.”

Off?

Oh shit! I left it on one this entire time!  I reach in, and pull the keyring out, turning the power off.

She’s sweating, and her face is flushed again.

“Kouta.  Bully.”

Ah! I wasn’t trying to bully you that much.  I just forgot to turn it off after we ate!!

She points to a certain sign, I understant.

“Toilet, right?”

She nods.  

Her legs are about as firm as the noodles she just ate.

So I have to help walk her there, without it being too obvious.

We walk slow.  

She is able to hold on to the wall as she enters the woman’s room.

I have to wait a while before she exits.

When she finally does, she’s still a bit uneven.  However, she can manage on her own.

She sticks out her hand, and I pass the keyring with the device.

She takes it with one hand, and puts a certain moist cloth in the other.

“Kouta. Reward.”

Status Check!

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Name:  Kamagawa Kouta

Class:  Otaku (2nd year)

Age: 17

HP: 10/10    MP: 4/4

STR: 10    AGI: 9

END: 9    WIS: 12 (+1)

INT: 15    LUK: ??

[SKILLS]

Computer Programming: 6

Household Chores: 7

Studying: 8

Dating: 2 (+1)

Nanpa*: 1 (new)   

Independence: 1 (new)

[DEBUFFS]

LOVE    LUST

SPICY

[BOOSTS]

FULFILLED   

[INVENTORY]

HOUSEKEY

WALLET

BASEBALL HAT

HOLY MAIDEN’S CLOTH (new)

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I open the status menu, and select the new item in my inventory, [Holy Maiden’s Cloth]

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HOLY MAIDEN’S CLOTH

Description:  The gyaru angel, Nakada Shiori, has bestowed upon you a cloth blessed with her special  essence of purity, as a reward for spending time with her, and showing her affection.  

When said item is placed against the nose and inhaled, you will receive various boosts to your status.

You will also be greatly affected by the debuff known as [LUST], though the effect is not long lasting unless affected by multiple stacks. 

Be careful of multiple stacks, as your reason my be compromised, and you might do something regrettable.

…(It is unlikely Nakada-san would mind, though.)

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Of course, my imagination is able to run wild at the worst time.  I purposely make the motion of inhaling them, and then I discreetly put them in my pocket.

“Shiori.”

“Kouta.”

“Can I kiss you again?”

She nods.  The location isn’t the best.  We are outside the ladies’ restroom in the station lobby.  But no one around has enough time to care about two kids making out.

I reach up and caress her face a bit, and I enjoy the soft kissing that is available to me on this date.

I am only allowed to hold one hand.

She refuses to let me hold both.

That’s fine.

Our kiss ends, and we continue up the stairs back to our neighborhood.

Outside the train station, we say our goodbyes.

“Kouta.  Send the photos, okay?”

Un, right.  All the photos I took of her at the aquarium.

Our date ends just like that.

I head back towards my house with some new insight into just how cute Nakada-san can become.

(Secret 15:  Kouta's Onee-san has a foodie blog, and a foodie-based instagram account with over 50,000 followers.  He often helps out with it when she needs him to.)

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