Chapter 62 Broad Daylight Confession
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The day after the party, Manami went out to a photo studio with mother-in-law to fit the dress she would wear for the Wedding Photo¹. I was left behind, told it was a secret until the big day.
Shortly after she left, I got a message from Emilia saying she was coming over now. I immediately remembered what Emilia had said on the day the exam results were announced. I thought she was joking, but it seemed she was serious.
Emilia arrived right after the email. She had probably been in contact with Manami. It was clear that Manami was pulling the strings, just like she did with Yuzuki.
”Hello. I’ve arrived,” Emilia said, looking a bit nervous.
”Ever since I was little, I’ve only ever looked at your back, Hiro-san. Even though you were small, you were so dependable. I decided back then that I would definitely become your bride when I grew up. Since I was always being protected by you, I worked hard because I felt I had to become stronger to be your wife. Even when I faced discrimination, I thought that if I gave up, I couldn’t be your wife. I thought about things like that all the time.”
I listened to Emilia’s story in silence, nodding along.
”When I was going up to high school, I was scouted by various schools. My papa was going to America and asked me to go with him, but since I felt I’d become a little stronger, I wanted to see you. I thought if I went to a high school in the city where you were, I might run into you somewhere. But, I couldn’t find you.”
At this point, Emilia paused for a moment.
”When Yuzuki-san asked me why an athlete like me came to this high school, I told her everything. She said it was amazing to feel that strongly for someone, and that person must be wonderful. Then, I heard your name at school. I thought just maybe… and when I went to see, it really was you. You’ve become even more handsome than I imagined…”
”No way… I’m not handsome at all…” I said.
”You are handsome. That’s why wonderful people like Yuzuki-san and Manami-san fell in love with you. Because Yuzuki-san knew my feelings, Manami-san accepted me. I think the size of Manami-san’s heart is incredible; I can’t compete with her.”
Manami knew Yuzuki’s feelings and accepted her because she didn’t want Yuzuki to suffer. I suppose she felt the same thing for Emilia.
”Manami-san told me to confront you with my honest feelings. That’s why I want to give my everything to you, Hiro-san. I’m… quite heavy, aren’t I?”
”Manami and Yuzuki are devoted to someone like me too. It’s weird saying it myself, but…” I replied.
”That’s because it’s you, Hiro-san. I can tell. Please make me yours. Let’s have a celebration just for the two of us.”
”Should we take a shower together?”
”So suddenly?” Emilia asked.
And so, we ended up taking a shower together.
Perhaps because she has French blood, her skin was very white. Maybe because her pigment is light, it was the first time I saw pink nipples. Her breasts were smaller than Manami’s, and she had no pubic hair, making the line clearly visible.
”My height is still growing, but my breasts are still a work in progress…” Emilia said.
She mentioned her height had exceeded 165cm, but she wouldn’t tell me her cup size.
”I’ll give you a massage to help them grow.”
I hugged her from behind and kneaded her breasts, which fit snugly in my palms. They were likely a little smaller than Manami’s, who is a tight C-cup.
”You’re lewd, Hiro-san.”
”It’s a massage. Are you thinking of something else?” I asked.
”You’re being mean,” Emilia replied.
While kneading her breasts, I occasionally touched her nipples with my fingertips.
”Your hands are lewd. It feels strange,” Emilia muttered.
”Even though it’s just a massage, you’re the lewd one, Emilia.”
”I am not lewd!”
As I continued the massage, Emilia began to writhe her body.
”We’re doing a massage, so you shouldn’t do that, right?”
”But… it tickles…” Emilia said.
”Should I stop now?”
”Yes. If you could do that, it would help,” she replied.
They say small breasts are sensitive, so does that mean she felt it? It might be better not to say anything.
”In that case, let’s get this area clean.”
With foamy hands, I tried to wash her private parts.
”I’ll wash there myself, so it’s okay,” Emilia said.
”Really? I think you should wash it properly, but are you sure?”
”I’ve been taught about it, so I’m okay,” she replied.
By whom? Better not to ask.
Emilia washed her area with her own hands. She might have intended to just wash it, but it looked like she was masturbating, which was erotic.
”Should I wash your p**is, Hiro-san?”
’P**is’? I wonder if being abroad influenced her terminology. I’ve heard s*x education is more advanced overseas than in Japan, so maybe it’s that.
”Could I ask you to?”
”Yes,” Emilia replied.
Without hesitation, Emilia took hold of my cock. She carefully washed the glans, stroked the shaft, and washed the scrotum with both hands. I was full of questions about where she had learned this.
”It’s the first time I’ve seen such a large p**is.”
”Eh. You’ve seen one before?” I asked.
”When I was in the Netherlands, I saw photos in a school lesson,” Emilia said.
Everything so far was learned at school? Overseas is incredible.
Regardless, her handiwork was dangerous. I wanted to enjoy it a bit longer.
”This should be fine, right?”
Is it over already? To Emilia, she was probably just washing it, so maybe that’s just how it is.
”Thank you,” I said.
After this, we took a normal shower and went to the study room.
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Summary:
With Manami away at a photo studio, Emilia visits Hiro to confess her long-held feelings. She reveals she moved to his city specifically to find him after years of admiration. Following her honest confession, the two end up sharing an intimate shower. Hiro massages her breasts and Emilia helps wash him, displaying a surprising level of ‘educational’ knowledge from her time abroad.
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Character Insight:
Emilia’s ‘heaviness’ stems from a lifetime of devotion, yet she maintains a curious innocence mixed with clinical knowledge. Manami’s role as the ‘enabler’ or ‘manager’ of the harem is solidified here, as she intentionally clears the way for Emilia. Hiro continues to struggle with his self-image, unable to see himself as the ‘handsome’ protector the girls perceive him to be.
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Behind the Scene:
The author uses Emilia’s international background (France/Netherlands) as a narrative device to explain her more direct terminology (‘p**is’) and her pragmatic approach to s*x education, contrasting with typical Japanese modesty.
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T/L:
Notes:
• Emilia – A second-year student, biracial (French father, Japanese mother), with white skin, dark brown semi-long hair, modest chest, and hazel eyes. A talented hurdler known as the Snow Princess. Looks like bisque doll.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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