Chapter 43 Yuzuki’s Heartbreak and Manami’s Unwavering Love
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Despite having firmly resolved not to cry, the strength of her resolve failed. Yuzuki found that merely holding back the tears took every ounce of her strength. How many times had the thought crossed her mind that it would have been better if he weren’t Manami’s boyfriend?
In an attempt to be near Inamori-kun, even if only by a fraction, Yuzuki had gone to his house under the guise of studying. Yet, being forced to witness the depth of their bond and the seamlessness of their relationship made it painfully clear: there was simply no room for anyone else to intervene. To make matters worse, they intended to marry immediately upon graduating high school. It would have been far easier, Yuzuki reflected, if she had never fallen for him at all. And yet, this particular emotion refused to be quelled.
They say the best cure for a broken heart is a new romance. However, Yuzuki knew no one who could possibly measure up to Inamori-kun. Even if she were to seek a new encounter, her world was small, limited to the repetitive journey between home and school. She had briefly considered the possibility of dating someone who had confessed to her; perhaps love would grow in time, even if it wasn’t there at the start. But the inevitable comparison to Inamori-kun loomed. She knew she could never truly love such a person. In the end, there was nothing left but to draw a line and find a way to give up.
She had intended to tuck the memory of their first and last date away as a keepsake and move on. Knowing Inamori-kun struggled with social anxiety, their conversation had been sparse. It felt as though she had done all the talking, yet he had listened with a gentle, smiling face. The thought that his smile was directed solely at her made her heart flutter. Every time she felt Inamori-kun’s quiet, encompassing kindness, she felt a sharp pang of envy toward Manami. Yuzuki had searched for even a single flaw in him to make the process easier, but none were to be found. Instead, she only discovered more of his virtues that she hadn’t known before.
When she considered it, Manami—who had always been a daddy’s girl—had not only fallen in love but decided on marriage, so it was impossible for him to be anything but a wonderful man. Yuzuki sometimes wondered if things might have been different had she known him sooner, but watching the two of them together made it clear that even that wouldn’t have changed the outcome.
She never imagined her first love would be this agonizing. She wanted, at the very least, to convey her feelings. She wished for him to take her ‘first’ time, if nothing else.
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I returned home later that day, my mind still lingering on the events of the afternoon. After a quiet “I’m home,” I pressed a kiss to Manami’s forehead before heading to my room to change. The date with Yuzuki had been enjoyable, but there was something about her demeanor that I couldn’t quite shake. It felt as though she was holding something back, though I couldn’t pinpoint what.
When I returned to the living room, Manami greeted me with her usual warmth. “How was it?” she asked.
”It was fun,” I replied, keeping my response brief, as was my habit.
Her playful teasing followed, as it often did. “Would you like dinner? A bath? Or… me?”
I smiled faintly. “Then, I’ll take Manami.”
”Too bad! My monthly cycle just started, so today is a no-go,” she said, her tone light but her words unmistakable. I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment, which she found amusing.
”In that case, let’s have dinner,” I conceded.
After we finished eating, I settled into the living room to study. It had become a routine since our entrance exam preparation days, and I liked being in the same space as Manami, even if she wasn’t studying herself. She usually watched dramas or videos on her laptop, but tonight she sat beside me, her presence comforting. I felt her hand rest on my thigh, and I wondered if she was feeling something more.
”Since a single day should be fine… why don’t we go on a date next time?” I suggested, perhaps to reassure her or maybe because I genuinely wanted to spend more time with her.
Her eyes lit up. “I want to make bento and go to the zoo!”
We decided on the upcoming public holiday, the Monday after the school festival. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and I found myself looking forward to it.
”Well then, maybe I’ll give you plenty of special service tonight,” she whispered, her hand beginning to move in a way that left no doubt as to her intentions.
”I’m in the middle of studying, and I haven’t even had a bath yet…” I protested weakly, though my resolve was already waning.
”Didn’t I just offer myself over the bath earlier? Besides, I love the way you smell, Hirokazu-san,” she murmured, her words sending a shiver down my spine.
Before I could respond, she had already begun, her skilled hands and mouth working in tandem. The sensation was overwhelming, her tongue tracing patterns that made me gasp for breath. “Does it feel good, Hirokazu-san?” she asked, her eyes locked on mine.
”It feels incredible,” I admitted, my voice hoarse.
Her focus intensified, her tongue circling the most sensitive part, drawing out ragged breaths I couldn’t control. I felt the pre-flow² beginning, and she tasted it, her expression one of contentment. She took me fully into her mouth, her movements rhythmic and deliberate, the wet sounds filling the room.
”Gasp… Manami, that feels so good… gasp…” I managed, my hand finding its way to her head, guiding her gently. She adjusted to my pace, her mouth warm and welcoming.
”I’m going to…!” I warned, my voice breaking.
She took me as deeply as she could, holding still as I reached my peak. My essence¹ filled her mouth, and I watched as she swallowed carefully, her expression one of pure devotion. It was a moment of profound connection, and I felt a surge of gratitude for her.
Once it was over, she pulled away, her eyes shining as she looked up at me. I reached out, stroking her hair gently. “Thank you,” I said softly.
”You’re very welcome,” she replied with a smile, before hurrying off to the restroom, her earlier claim about her period momentarily forgotten in the heat of the moment.
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Summary:
Yuzuki struggles with her impossible feelings for Hirokazu, while Manami experiences a mix of jealousy and deep affection, leading to an intimate moment of ‘service’ for her fiancé.
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Character Insight:
Manami shows a complex blend of possessiveness and altruism; she wants Hirokazu all to herself but loves Yuzuki enough to consider sharing him to ensure her friend’s happiness.
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Behind the Scene:
The chapter highlights the contrast between Yuzuki’s internal misery and the established comfort of Manami and Hirokazu’s physical relationship.
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T/L:
¹ [Baby’s Essence] A flowery, light-novel euphemism for semen. ↩
² [Pre-flow] Refers to pre-ejaculatory fluid, often described in these stories as having a distinct taste. ↩
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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