Before You Read: Two Things to Know About Japanese Schools
Students are typically assigned fixed seats in the classroom, which they usually keep for several months until a scheduled seat change takes place.
In addition, each day, usually two students are given small rotating responsibilities – such as leading greetings before and after class, assisting the teacher, and writing the class journal. This system is known in Japan as “nicchoku” or “gakkyu toban.” In this English translation, I use the term “class duty” for convenience.
Main Story
“When a male student feels the need to urinate while on school grounds, he shall regard the female student seated next to him as a urinal and urinate into her mouth.”
What would you think if a school rule actually said that? It sounds completely absurd, doesn’t it? I mean, sure, I can understand what the sentence means – but still, stuff like that just doesn’t happen in real life, right?
My name is Takuto Honma. I’m twelve years old and just started junior high school.
I came here this spring – not exactly as a transfer student, but it felt that way. I enrolled normally, sure, but I’d moved here from another prefecture just before the entrance ceremony, so I didn’t know a single person or anything about the area.
Still, by late April, I’d managed to make a few friends and was starting to settle into a routine – school life included.
One Friday, it was my turn for class duty. I was paired with Saki Horie-san – the girl who sat next to me. Nothing in particular happened that day, and before I knew it, school was already over.
The classroom was quiet, just the two of us left behind.
In front of me, Horie-san was writing in the class journal.
I’d offered to do it at first, but after I sat there staring at the page, not making any progress, she finally snapped.
“We’ll never get to go home at this rate! I’ll do it – just hand it over!”
And with that, she grabbed it right out of my hands.
Her tone might’ve sounded a little harsh. To someone who didn’t know her, it might’ve seemed like she didn’t like me.
But somehow, I could tell she was being considerate toward me – maybe just because we happened to be seated next to each other, and I was the new kid who’d just started school in a strange town, without a single friend.
That’s why I was pretty sure she didn’t actually dislike me.
Or at least… I hoped she didn’t.
Probably not.
Maybe.
I mean… I didn’t think so.
With a serious expression on her face, she wrote, paused to think, erased what she’d written, and started again – over and over, like she’d completely forgotten I was even there.
I had nothing to do, so I just sat there, quietly watching her.
Her long black hair, tied back neatly, seemed to shimmer in the light streaming through the window. She had striking, almond-shaped eyes, and her face – cool, composed, undeniably beautiful – fit the image of a calm, collected beauty.
She was just a girl in my class, but she seemed so much more mature than the rest of us. Somehow, the uniform she wore – a navy, collarless, double-breasted Eton-style school jacket, prim in its design, along with a white blouse that had a round collar – looked almost too childish for her.
Before I even realized it, I found myself staring, heart skipping a beat at the sight of her.
“…on duty today?”
Her voice pulled me back to reality.
“Huh? What?”
“I said, ‘Did you notice anything as the student on duty today?'”
“O-oh, sorry.”
“Geez, Honma. You’re always doing that – apologizing right away!”
“Sorry…”
It was just a habit. A bad one, too.
I wasn’t tall, or good-looking. I wasn’t particularly smart or athletic, either. Maybe it was because I didn’t have much confidence in myself… but I found myself apologizing without even thinking.
Horie-san let out a small sigh and went back to writing.
I wasn’t exactly in a position to complain – after all, I couldn’t even write the journal myself. Still, Horie-san was really taking her time with it.
Just like before, she kept writing, erasing, and writing again. I figured she must be the really serious type.
Though honestly… I thought she could afford to be a little more relaxed about it.
I’m not sure how much time had passed. I kept idly watching her hand as she moved her mechanical pencil across the page.
At some point, I became aware of a certain feeling – something subtle at first, but gradually growing clearer.
To put it simply… I had to pee.
The school rule suddenly came back to me – clear as day: When a male student feels the need to urinate while on school grounds, he shall regard the female student seated next to him as a urinal and urinate into her mouth.
It was treated as something very important, and they’d gone over it in detail on the day of the entrance ceremony.
I heard the restroom was built back in the early 1950s, and it stayed in use until just a few decades ago.
It wasn’t divided by gender. Boys and girls used the same space at the same time.
One wall had squat-style stalls, which everyone used – boys for number two, girls for everything.
Opposite the stalls was a plain concrete wall with a shallow drainage trench running along the bottom. That was the boys’ urinal. They’d line up there, shoulder to shoulder, and pee straight onto the wall.
They didn’t even call it a restroom. Just… “benjo.”
I saw photos of the place once. It looked grimy and falling apart – definitely not the kind of thing you’d call sanitary today.
When I saw the photos, my first thought was, “No way would I ever want to use a place like that.”
But apparently, both boys and girls were already complaining about it as early as the 1990s.
Still, the benjo stayed the way it was for a while longer. It wasn’t until the end of the last century that the school finally decided to renovate it – when they were doing earthquake retrofitting anyway.
However, a new problem came up: There simply wasn’t enough space to build separate restrooms for boys and girls where the old, shared benjos used to be.
So how were they going to solve it?
One idea was to divide the remaining shared facilities equally into boys’ and girls’ restrooms. But that would’ve meant cutting the number of usable restrooms in half – and the girls especially didn’t like that idea.
The second idea was to add more restrooms by building new ones elsewhere. That one got shut down fast – for budget reasons.
As construction drew near, opinions still hadn’t reached a consensus. But the principal at the time – who was known for respecting student autonomy – decided to settle the matter through a school-wide assembly vote.
The final decision? All former shared benjo locations would become girls’ restrooms. As a result, the female students gained access to clean, modern restrooms equipped with Western-style toilets and electric bidet seats.
But what about the boys, now left with nowhere to relieve themselves? The solution they came up with was this: boys would “temporarily transfer” their urine into the girls’ bodies, and the girls would then expel it together with their own urine in the girls’ restroom.
This way, the girls bore the burden in exchange for being the only ones with proper restroom facilities – and so, it was explained, fairness was preserved, and balance achieved.
Of course, I was speechless. I mean, can you even imagine something like that being real?
Naturally, I expected everyone else who had just enrolled – just like me – to be shocked, or at least to complain. But then the teacher said, “This was a democratic decision made by the students who came before you, so I expect all of you to respect it.”
And to my amazement… everyone responded in cheerful unison: “Yes!”
That was the second time I was stunned.
Then the teacher gave some additional explanation. They said that pee is sterile when it first comes out, but as soon as it’s put into a container or something like that, germs start to grow – so that kind of thing was strictly forbidden.
As a preventative measure, girls were strongly instructed to take the male students’ dicks into their mouths and receive the urine directly
And as for number two – if a boy really had to go, he could ask a teacher and get permission to use the staff restroom. But basically, we were told to hold it until we got home.
I found out later that everyone else had already known about this before enrollment. Around here, it was common knowledge that once you entered junior high, boys were expected to pee into girls’ mouths – or to put it another way, girls were expected to take it that way. I was told it wasn’t anything surprising – it was just how things were in this area.
By the end of that very day, it had already become routine. Whether in classrooms or hallways, during every break, you could see the new students all over the place engaged in these little “temporary urine transfers.”
I was remembering all of that – but once that feeling comes on, it only gets worse. It never fades. Normally, I’d rush straight to the restroom. But at this school, there are no boys’ restrooms.
However, in situations like this, the urinal had been prepared for me. Without even realizing it, my eyes drifted back to Horie-san’s face – and I remembered that part of the school rules: “He shall regard the female student seated next to him as a urinal.”
And then I remembered the next part: “Urinate into her mouth.”
That, along with the teacher’s instruction that female students are to take the male students’ dicks into their mouths and receive the urine directly, came rushing back to me all at once.
And before I realized it, my eyes had settled on Horie-san’s lips.
They were a soft shade of cherry blossom pink. She wasn’t wearing lipstick or anything, but they still looked gently moist – almost dewy. And that mouth – those lips – was supposed to be my urinal.
But until that day, I’d never actually used it that way. Even if the school rules said so, even if everyone else in the class – or even the whole school – thought it was perfectly normal, I just couldn’t bring myself to do something like that to the girl sitting next to me. That’s why I always tried my best to hold it in while I was at school.
But I guess my willpower had finally hit its limit. As the pressure kept building, the words of the school rule – and everything we’d been told on the day of the entrance ceremony – kept swirling through my head. And I couldn’t take my eyes off her lips.
“Is there something on me?”
“Huh?”
“On my face. Is there something on it?”
“Uh – no… s-sorry…”
I almost said that out of habit, but stopped myself. I didn’t want to make Horie-san sigh at me again. So instead, I asked,
“Why?”
“Because… it felt like you were staring at my face the whole time.”
She said it softly, but just hearing those words was enough for me to realize – she’d totally noticed where I was looking.
“Th-that’s not true…”
“I see…”
She whispered that, and then quietly went back to writing, her mechanical pencil moving across the page.
I started wondering how long she was planning to keep writing. And even though she was the one doing me a favor by writing the class journal, I couldn’t help but ask:
“H-Horie-san…? Um… are you… done yet?”
The school rule said, “while on school grounds.” Which meant, if I could just get outside, I could use a normal restroom. If she finished now, we could take the notebook to the staff room, head straight home – and on the way, dive into the public restroom at the park. That was the plan.
“Why?”
She didn’t even look up, totally oblivious to how desperate I was.
“Um… I mean…”
“Are you in some kind of hurry?”
“N-no, not really…”
“Then maybe don’t rush someone who’s doing your job for you.”
“Sorry…”
There was no doubt about it – this was one of those times where I really needed to apologize. But instead of scolding me or sighing again, Horie-san quietly put down her mechanical pencil… and looked up at me.
“If you’ve got something to say, then say it…”
That’s what she said – but then she trailed off. And right after that, she gasped and blurted out, totally shocked: “Honma, wait – are you okay!? You’re pale as a ghost!”
I hadn’t even noticed myself, but apparently I looked awful. No surprise, really – I was on the verge of losing a full-blown battle against the pee trying to force its way out of me.
“What are you thinking? If you’re not feeling well, just tell me!”
“I’m sorry…”
“This is no time for apologies! Where does it hurt? Do you want to go to the nurse’s office?”
“No, no… it’s not that it hurts… and the place I want to go is not the nurse’s office, but the…”
I think I was shaking a little as I said this. I was sitting in a chair, fidgeting with my legs, and I ended up holding the front of my pants with both hands. I guess I was consciously trying to suppress the pee that was about to overflow, but it was clear that the action itself was meaningless.
However, when Horie-san saw how I was doing, she seemed to notice everything.
“By any chance, Honma? Do you need to pee?”
I couldn’t answer such a question. Once I admitted it, it was as if I had already decided what would happen next.
“Speak up! You want to pee, right?”
“Um, yeah…”
I could barely squeeze out an answer.
“I’m amazed. Are you an idiot? Why are you holding your pee for so long when your urinal is right in front of you?”
Horie-san actually said that. It might have been a natural question, considering the school rules and the “common sense” of my school. But this was exactly what I feared the most.
I couldn’t say a word. I just stood there in silence.
Horie-san sighed and said, almost to herself, “Honestly… you’re hopeless.” Then she added, her tone gentler this time.
“Come on, can you stand? It’s okay – just take it slow, so you don’t pee yourself. I’ll get everything ready.”
I knew exactly what she meant.
I’d seen it many times – boys temporarily transferring their pee to girls. It was clear what she was about to do.
“B-but…”
“But what?”
“I… I can’t do something like that… to you, Horie-san.”
“Why not?”
There was a moment of silence.
The rule was strictly followed: He shall regard the female student seated next to him as a urinal.
That meant boys could only use the girl sitting next to them – and girls could only be used by the boy sitting next to them.
In other words, I could only pee into Horie-san, and she could only serve as a urinal for me.
And since I’d never once peed at school before, it was obvious that she had never accepted anyone else’s pee either.
“I mean… how could I? Letting you… put your mouth on my dick, and then pee into it…? There’s just no way I could do that!”
I was desperate. I honestly thought I’d rather wet myself than put her through something like that.
But to my surprise, Horie-san looked at me – startled, almost.
“Honma… you’re really…”
And then, she gave the faintest smile.
“You’re sweet.”
“I-it’s not that I’m sweet or anything… It’s just… this isn’t normal, okay? And… the idea of someone as pretty as you being my urinal…”
The words slipped out before I could stop them. They were how I really felt, of course – but in any other situation, I never would’ve said them out loud.
But when Horie-san heard that, she looked even more pleased.
“…I’m really glad I got the seat next to you, Honma. I mean, it means I get to be your urinal.”
“H-Horie-san…?”
“Come on, stand up. I told you, right? You don’t have to worry- I’m your urinal. That’s all there is to it.Besides… you can’t hold it anymore, can you?”
She was right. And when she took my right hand, I stood up before I even realized it.
“Lift up your hem.”
I did it myself – pulled up the hem of my black school uniform jacket.
But after that, I just let her take over.
She unbuckled my belt, pulled down my black uniform pants all the way to my ankles… and then even pulled down the boxer briefs I’d been given for junior high, grown-up ones, finally, to replace the childish briefs I used to wear.
There was nothing left to hide my dick.
“Ah!”
I heard Horie-san let out a small sound.
I didn’t know exactly what it meant, but I knew for sure – she was looking at my dick.
“Honma, you…”
What was she going to say next?
Maybe… you don’t have any hair down there.
Or… you’re really small down there.
Or maybe… you’re still covered.
I had no way of knowing. And there was no way I could bring myself to ask.
“…Okay, I’m going to put it in my mouth now, all right? I’m telling you ahead of time so you don’t get startled and let it out too soon. Don’t go until I’ve got it all the way in, okay?”
And in the very next moment, her small lips closed gently around my soft, dangling dick.
“Ahffn!”
The words slipped out of me before I could stop them, and my face flushed with heat.
“Mmmph… yu can go ahead an’ pee now…”
“B-but still…”
“I’m happy you’re bein’ sho shweet… but I’m down here doin’ all this, so not peein’ would be rude, y’know…? An’ look – yu can’t hold it anymore, right?”
Her voice was muffled, but I could still make out her meaning.
And then – feeling her warmth around my dick – I finally let it out.
“Nngh… mmf!”
Right at that moment, Horie-san let out a muffled sound. I saw it – liquid trickling out from the corners of her sweet lips. There was no need to wonder what it was.
Without thinking, I hurried to ease up on the flow. And just like that, her noises quieted down. Even her breathing seemed to soften a little, and I could feel her throat move more slowly – more steadily – than before.
I’d been holding it in for so long – long enough to feel like I was going to burst. How long did it really take to let it all out? It felt like forever, though I couldn’t say for sure. Either way, something that had felt endless eventually did come to an end.
And then… time just stopped. Neither of us moved. Horie-san stayed frozen – eyes wide, breathing through her nose. I guess… I couldn’t blame her.
Even though she’d said it was okay, that was probably the first time in her life she’d ever taken a boy’s dick into her mouth and drank all the pee.
I spoke to her softly.
“Horie-san… I’m done.”
At the sound of my voice, she seemed to blink herself back to awareness – and gently let my now slightly stiffer dick slip out of her mouth.
“…I’m sorry, Horie-san.”
I truly meant it. It wasn’t just something I said out of habit – this time, the apology came from the heart. I had just peed into a girl’s mouth – my classmate’s. Of course I felt I had to say it.
But her reply wasn’t what I expected.
“There you go again – apologizing right away!”
“But… still…”
“I am your urinal, remember? There’s nothing to be sorry for.”
“I know… but still… I’m sorry.”
“You’re impossible…”
She said it like she was scolding me – but her voice carried something gentle.
Then she reached into the pocket of her Eton-style school jacket, took out a lacy white handkerchief, and dabbed at her lips. It turned yellow almost immediately.
We stayed quiet for just a little while.
Normally, if we were just following what everyone else did, this would’ve been the part where she pulled my boxer briefs and pants back up for me – and the temporary pee transfer would’ve been over.
But…
“It’s… moving a bit.”
I realized then – she was still looking at me.
I was still holding up the hem of my school jacket. And then it hit me: Horie-san was watching my thing the whole time. My face flushed with heat, and something stirred deep inside me – a reaction I couldn’t stop, no matter how hard I tried.
I looked down… and there it was. My dick, standing fully upright. And just a few inches in front of it was Horie-san’s beautiful face, still watching me.
“Hey, Honma…”
“Ah – y-yeah!”
I let out a weird little sound without meaning to, but Horie-san didn’t call me out on it.
“So… does it usually only pull back this much?”
Her words made my face burn. It was true – my dick was always covered. Even when I got hard, only about a fifth of the foreskin would slide back, just enough to barely expose the slit at the tip. That was as far as it ever went.
I kept my head down, silent – but somehow, that was all it took for Horie-san to understand everything.
“I heard that by the time you’re in junior high school, it’s supposed to be fully pulled back… Hey, Honma – can I try pulling it back? I just think… staying covered like that could let bacteria grow inside, and that wouldn’t be good – for you, or for your urinal, which is me.”
Then, without a word, Horie-san reached out and took a firm hold of my dick. Her fingers moved, drawing the forekin gently down toward the base.
“W-wait, no – ow…” I yelped.
“You’ll be fine,” she said calmly. “You’re a man, aren’t you?”
“B-but… ngh! it hurts…!”
At first, it resisted. Hard. But Horie-san didn’t back down. And before I knew it, the foreskin that had kept that sensitive part of me protected for all twelve years of my life… had been fully pulled back – completely exposed for the very first time.
The pain brought tears to my eyes, blurring my vision. What I saw for the first time, through the haze, was a soft pink – surprisingly clean-looking at first glance.
But the surface was coated in a layer of whitish gunk, and the sight alone made me feel gross. Then the smell hit me – raw chestnuts mixed with ammonia, a weird, sour stench that started to fill the air around us.
A wave of shame washed over me – Horie-san had just seen how filthy I was down there, and she’d even caught the full force of that awful smell.
But she either didn’t notice how I felt and said, “See? I told you! This white dick cheese – uh, I mean, smegma – is a total breeding ground for bacteria. That’s why you have to keep it clean!”
She wrapped her soft, pale pink lips around me again. Then her tongue started to move, licking the head.
“W-wait, Horie-san… Th-that’s gross… I mean, there’s bacteria and stuff…”
“I’f fine… i’f jusht the firsht time. Fwom now on, I’ww keep it awways cwean… sho don’t worry, okay?”
That’s what she said – and then she began to slowly, carefully lick away the dick cheese on me.
She did it like she really meant to, like she was trying to be thorough, even gentle.
Her face looked blank at first, almost unreadable. But maybe… just maybe, I saw something flicker beneath it – like she was trying to endure something.
The bitterness, maybe. Or the smell.
Or maybe it was just my imagination.
“B-but… Ah – ow! It hurts! H-Horie-san, that really hurts…”
The pain of having a place that had always been sheltered licked and prodded like that – it was almost too much. But even more overwhelming was the pleasure. I could barely take it.
It was nothing like anything I’d ever felt before. Something inside me was rising up – a strange sensation bubbling at the base of my body, somewhere deep in my hips, making me squirm without even knowing why…
Suddenly, I heard the sharp sound of the door sliding open. Then came a voice – it wasn’t Horie-san’s, but someone else’s.
“Yoo-hoo, Saki! You still here?”
A second voice followed:
“If you’re done with your day duty, wanna head home together?”
I recognized those voices right away, and before I knew it, the words had slipped out of my mouth:
“Kikuno-san… and Uemura-san…”
They were two girls from our class.
“Oops, sorry! You’re in the middle of urinal duty.”
Kikuno-san said as the two of them walked over to where Horie-san and I were. Then Uemura-san chimed in right away:
“Wait, wait – was this your first time as Honma-kun’s urinal?”
“Oh right! That’s what you said, huh? Way to go, Saki. Congrats!”
The two of them were getting all excited, but I had no clue what they were talking about. Meanwhile, Horie-san’s face turned completely red as she overheard their teasing.
“Hey! Don’t say stuff like that!”
She shot back in a flustered voice, but the two girls just grinned and clearly had no intention of stopping.
“Still, Honma-kun, you’re such a heartbreaker… keeping Saki waiting all this time.”
It was Uemura-san who said that, and Kikuno-san quickly followed up.
“Seriously! Did you even notice, Honma-kun? Saki was really worried. She was like, ‘Maybe he doesn’t like me… since he won’t use me as his urinal.'”
“Huh?”
“Come on, it was totally obvious how she felt about you! Boys can be so clueless sometimes,” Kikuno-san said, shaking her head.
“She may seem feisty, but she’s actually the devoted type,” Uemura-san added. “I mean, hasn’t she always been looking out for you? And you still didn’t notice her feelings – and you wouldn’t even use her as your urinal? Honestly, Honma-kun, you’re just hopeless!”
Before I knew it, Kikuno-san and Uemura-san were ganging up on me. But then, Horie-san cut in.
“Shut up, shut up, shut up already! Just be quiet!”
“Okay, okay, fine… we’ll drop it,” Kikuno-san replied. “But come on, we totally called it – Honma-kun’s definitely still covered. I mean, I wasn’t expecting him to be completely hairless too, but…”
And that’s when it hit me – all three of them were staring right at it.
It had already shrunk back down to normal, the loose foreskin covering it completely, right up to the tip. Just sitting there: soft, small, and totally covered. My embarrassingly foreskinned dick – on full display.
“And still,” Kikuno-san said. glancing over at Horie-san with a teasing grin, “you kept insisting – like, ‘No way, no way – Honma’s totally fully exposed. There’s no chance a guy that hot still has his head covered!'”
She let out a short laugh and added with a shrug:
“I mean, come on. Before that girls-only ‘Urinal Orientation’ right before school, you didn’t even know what a dick looked like. So yeah… I guess it made sense you’d be all wide-eyed and dreamy about it.”
I couldn’t say anything. I just kept my head down.
“S-shut up already! I know better now, okay!? And I’m, MYSELF, the one who pulled it back for him! So Honma’s not ‘still covered’ anymore – got that!?” Horiguchi-san snapped.
“Ooooh, you actually pulled it back yourself? That’s some serious dedication, Saki. You’re such a giver. Always going the extra mile, huh?” Uemura-san said, “Though… it doesn’t seem to stay back for long, huh?”
“But hey, if you had to pull it back, doesn’t that mean it wasn’t before? Bet it was nasty as hell. All that dick cheese and everything.” Kikuno-san jumped in.
“Ugh, dick cheese, yeah…” Uemura-san said, scrunching up her nose, “My desk neighbor Endo-kun’s the same, actually – always fully covered, right? Every time I’m on urinal duty for him, he makes sure it’s pulled back – maybe to save face or something. Which is whatever, but there’s always dick cheese around the tip. I’m like, ‘I’m your urinal, not your dick cheese vacuum, okay? So clean it yourself!’ …but yeah, I still end up wiping it for him.”
“You’re way nicer than me. Kato, the guy next to me? He’s half-covered, and you know how that goes. I just toss him some wet wipes and go, ‘Clean it yourself.'” Kikuno-san turned to Horie-san and continued, “Sooo, Saki – what about you? If today was the first time it got pulled back, wasn’t it, like… totally caked in stuff? I mean, I’m sure you wiped it down or something first, right?”
“It was stuck all over,” Horie-san said calmly. “But of course I didn’t use tissue or anything like that. I cleaned it all off MYSELF.”
“…Wait – you cleaned it yourself?” Uemura blinked. “Like, you licked it off?”
Horie-san gave a big, deliberate nod.
“Woooow, Saki, for real?” Kikuno-san burst out. “That’s love, girl. No way you’d go wiping off dick cheese unless you’re totally into him!”
“Totally,” Uemura added. “You’re one lucky guy, Honma-kun.”
I had no idea how to respond to what Kikuno-san and Uemura-san were saying. I just couldn’t believe someone as beautiful as Horie-san could actually be in love with me.
While I stood there, flustered and unsure, a brief silence fell over us. Then, as if something suddenly occurred to them, the two of them said:
“Oh no! We’re totally in the way, aren’t we?”
“Yep, totally. Well then, Saki – enjoy your time with Honma-kun!”
And just like that, they were gone in a flash.
Once again, it was just me and Horie-san left in the classroom. I was still standing there with my uniform pants and boxer briefs around my knees, frozen and speechless, when she spoke up.
“Hey, Honma.”
“Y-yeah?”
“Forget everything those two just said, okay? Got it?”
“Y-yeah!”
“And tomorrow, at ten o’clock. I’ll be waiting for you under the clock tower by the station!”
“Huh?”
“Gosh, you’re really dense, you know that? It’s a date! I’m asking you out on a date! So you’d better show up!”
“A… a date?”
“I’ll tell you properly then. Until that moment, forget everything they said, alright?”
“O-okay…”
“I won’t let you say ‘sorry.’ Even if you try to turn me down, I’m not giving up until you fall for me.”
“Wait… does that mean…”
“I’ll pack lunch for us. And bring plenty of drinks too…”
“Plenty of drinks…?”
Even I could figure out what Horie-san meant by that. If I drank a lot… well, the outcome was pretty obvious.
“I’m done writing the class journal. Come on, let’s drop it off at the staff room and head home.”
All of a sudden, Horie-san said that, slung her designated school bag over her shoulder, put on her white bike helmet, and rushed out of the classroom ahead of me.
Was it because she was flustered? Or simply in a hurry?
Either way, she completely forgot to help me put my boxer briefs and school pants back on. And so, I was left behind in the classroom – standing there like an idiot, my lower half still completely exposed…
The next day.
Even though we were off school grounds, I enjoyed an unforgettable date with Horie-san at a park overlooking the sea – where she once again became my urinal. And of course, when she finally confessed her feelings, I didn’t say “I’m sorry.”
“From now on, I’m calling you Takuto. So you have to call me Saki, okay?” She said it in her usual tone, but with a hint of bashfulness on her face. There was no way I could turn her down.
Maybe it was the way we started calling each other. Our classmates quickly picked up on how much our relationship had changed, and before we knew it, we were treated like an officially recognized couple.
They teased us with things like, “She totally wears the pants,” “She’s like a bossy wife,” or “You’re completely whipped,” but even so, they always made sure we sat next to each other whenever we switched seats. Honestly, I’ve got the nicest classmates.
Today again, from the desk beside mine, Saki-chan flashes me a smile. She’s a little feisty, a little stubborn – still irresistibly cute. She’s the girl I love. And my precious urinal, too.
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