Even as I sat there savoring the "thigh sandwich" Yuria provided, the bus continued its high-speed trek along the highway. By the time we finally made it back to town, the sun had long since vanished, and night had fully set in.
"Nice work today, everyone. Be careful on your way home."
The teacher saw us off as we filed off the bus, and the group disbanded right then and there.
Finally, it was over.
It had been an incredibly long and shocking day. My head was in a completely different place than it had been this morning, when I’d arrived at school all giddy at the prospect of some BDSM play with Rui.
I’d witnessed Rui’s true brilliance, and I finally understood exactly how much I meant to her. I hadn't actually gotten any BDSM play out of the deal, but the day had provided just as much stimulation in other ways... and more importantly...
"So, Ryouta... we're still on for tomorrow, right?"
"O-Oh, yeah."
Yuria questioned me in front of the school gate just as we were about to part ways.
That’s right—tomorrow was the day of Yuria’s private cosplay photoshoot.
Back during the Cultural Festival, she’d had a bit of a traumatic experience because her thighs were too thick for the maid outfit she wanted to wear; the skirt ended up exposing way more than it should have. For some reason, however, she’d agreed to let me see it on the condition that I come over to her house.
We’d made that promise during the first performance of the festival, but between exams, being dragged to the countryside, and the trip to the pool, I’d almost forgotten about it. I never expected Yuria to be the one to bring it up... Seriously, she was such a little deviant.
"I’ll send you my address on LIME. You better show up."
"Y-Yeah, sure."
With our plans for tomorrow’s photoshoot settled, Yuria and I went our separate ways.
A sleepover with Airi, a high-octane trip to the pool with the girls, and now a private cosplay shoot? My summer vacation was turning into one long, perverted success story. Was it really okay for a bottom-tier loner like me to be living such a fulfilling, degenerate life?
"Well, whatever. It’s not like I’m losing anything."
"...Ryo-ta... senpai."
Huh?
I jumped as a voice suddenly called out to me from behind. That voice... Was it Himesaki?
I turned around warily.
"I’m sorry for stopping you like this."
Her long, crimson hair seemed to glow in the fading light of the dusk. Standing there was a stunningly beautiful underclassman whose appearance rivaled even Rui’s.
Wait a second. She definitely just called me "Ryo-ta" again.
"Um... I don't mind you stopping me, but... how do you even know my name, Himesaki? I didn't think we’d ever met before today."
"Setting that aside, Ryo-ta senpai... You were talking to Rui Kuroki senpai back at the stadium gate, weren't you?"
"Huh? Well, I mean..."
"You were talking to her, right?"
Himesaki pressed the question, an enchanting, almost bewitching smile playing across her lips.