Volume 1 Chapter 8 Koharu’s Shameless Ecstasy
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Hirose-kun,” Rindou Hibiki’s voice was warm. “It’s fine, look this way.”
”Yeah…” Hirose swallowed hard, slowly turning around.
Standing beside Hibiki, who was still in her school uniform, was Kushima Koharu, now wearing only her underwear.
She gripped her left arm with her right hand, nervously fidgeting with shame. The movement pushed her breasts tightly together, but she was far too distressed to notice.
”…………!”
Koharu’s skin was pale and, unexpectedly, her chest was large—perhaps even bigger than Hibiki’s. She seemed to be the type who looked slimmer in clothes.
She had removed the bandages from her arm, revealing multiple bruises across her body. They weren’t only on her arms; dark, bluish-black marks were visible on her shoulders, stomach, thighs… everywhere.
It was a complicated feeling. Her figure was alluring enough to captivate any man, yet the bruises made her look heartbreakingly fragile.
”Hirose, you have to heal Koharu for me.”
”I understand… then, Koharu, could you lie down for me?” Hirose asked gently.
”Yes.”
Prompted, Koharu laid down on Hibiki’s bed. As she settled on her back, clad only in her underthings, gravity pulled her large chest, flattening and emphasizing its size.
”I’m just checking, but is there anywhere that hurts when I touch it?” Hirose inquired, his voice low.
”Only my left arm is a little sore… but the others are old, so they don’t hurt much, I’m okay.”
”I don’t think there will be any pain since I’ll only be stroking the skin this time… but you’ll have to put up with the Skill’s Recoil.”
”It’s fine, I’ve been told about that, too.”
Hirose checked with Koharu before beginning. He sat on the edge of the bed and kept his voice subdued to put her at ease. Even if Koharu didn’t have a fear of men, he didn’t want to trigger any negative associations. He was actively trying to act the opposite of the kind of man who would cause DV.
”Also, I was going to tell Hibiki this too, but I think the time it takes for the Effect to show has sped up. I should be able to do one spot in about seven or eight minutes.”
”Huh, is that right!?” Hibiki exclaimed, surprised.
”Yeah. So the duration of the Recoil should be less, too.”
”Should I be happy about that, I wonder?” Hibiki murmured playfully.
”Probably…?”
”Heh, what’s that supposed to mean? Well, I’m looking forward to it… please, begin.”
This was an unexpected report from Hirose about the change in his Gift. A reduction in the Recoil time meant the time she’d spend with a flushed body and sensitive parts would also be shorter. Hirose thought this would be good, especially for someone experiencing the Skill for the first time.
With that, he climbed onto the bed, approaching Koharu’s feet. Koharu flinched for a moment, but then said “It’s okay,” and asked Hirose to activate his Skill.
”Then, here I go—Skill: Skin Quality Improvement.”
As he spoke, light gathered in both of Hirose’s hands. He placed them on Koharu’s legs below the knee and began to stroke her skin gently.
”Ngh… it’s warm… with this, I think I’ll be fine.” Koharu sighed in relief.
”I’ll keep going now,” he confirmed.
Hirose rolled up the sleeves of his uniform shirt and continued to gently stroke her skin. Having gotten used to it with Hibiki, his movements were smooth and practiced. He had no idea how to give a massage, but the proper technique for using the Skill seemed to be instinctively installed in his mind, so he just followed the flow.
Beside the bed, Hibiki watched the Skill activation. After a slight exhalation, she turned toward the door of the room.
”Looks like everything’s alright. I’ll come check on you again in about an hour, Hirose… I’m counting on you.”
”Wait, you’re leaving!? …Alright, I got it.”
”Hibiki-chan, thank you,” Koharu whispered.
”And, if you can’t hold back… I don’t think you need to. You can trust Hirose completely.”
”? …Understood.”
Hibiki offered this advice to Koharu, who hadn’t yet fully felt the Recoil. What awaited Koharu was the same experience Hibiki had gone through: a state where one might be mistaken for doing something entirely different.
Hibiki felt a wave of worry but also absolute trust in Hirose. There was no point in staying here, so she decided to kill some time in the living room.
* * *
Koharu leaned back on the pillows, a faint flush still lingering high on her cheeks. “Koharu… I’m truly sorry about your legs,” Hirose murmured, his voice low with concern.
A sharp, involuntary gasp escaped her lips. “Hyahngh!? Ahh… no… no, don’t stop, but… aah!”
Hirose had gently spread her thighs, his hands smoothing over the entirety of the bruised area, working from the tender inside of her thigh to the outside. It was a posture of intimate necessity, the only way to effectively reach the full extent of the injury.
Touched along the highly sensitive line of her groin, Koharu’s body reacted instantly. She clutched a pillow with both hands, burying her face to muffle the sensations. The embarrassing vulnerability of her position and the profound feeling transmitted from Hirose’s hands forced involuntary sounds from her.
”Koharu… endure it… I swear I will heal you!” Hirose declared, his focus intense.
”Aahngh!? Hirose-kun… it’s warm… you’re so warm…!” she whimpered, a light sheen of sweat breaking out on her skin, making it appear lustrous. Hirose fiercely suppressed any distracting thoughts, concentrating only on his task.
Finishing the thighs, he moved to her stomach, the site of the largest bruise. Up close, the marks looked even more severe. Nonetheless, Hirose began to stroke her abdomen with a singular desire to mend.
”Ngh… my stomach is warm, too… but this… it feels like a dog… I feel like I’m being petted like a dog… hngh!” she mumbled.
Hirose focused on the mechanics of his touch, knowing it couldn’t be altered, and continued the task.
Koharu’s expression was becoming increasingly softened and vulnerable, far more exposed than when she first lay down. Above her, her full breasts shifted slightly with her movements—a sight that tested his concentration. Still, for Hibiki’s sake, he strained to banish all wicked thoughts.
Once the shoulders and arms were complete, he took a short break to gather his breath.
”Koharu, the front is done. Are there any bruises on your back?”
”Hah… hah… Yes… there are…!” she managed to gasp out.
With a roll, Koharu turned over, revealing a sweat-slicked back. She was generally slender, yet with a surprising fullness of form. Her buttocks were small, toned, and firm. While a matter of personal preference, Hirose found himself appreciating the tight, shapely contour.
(No, no…! Stop looking at her butt… concentrate!)
He shook his head, driving away the errant thoughts. But then he saw it: a definite bruise right on her bottom. Likely from a kick.
”Koharu, there’s a bruise on your butt… a-are you alright?”
”Just continue… please… I can’t stop now that I’ve come this far… I’ll bear the consequences, too…!” Koharu insisted, a fierce determination in her voice.
”Understood!”
Accepting her resolve, Hirose reached out. The area was slightly damp, like her back. Because she had less flesh than others, her bottom was perkier. Yet, it was, quite unexpectedly, incredibly soft. The sensation was entirely new to Hirose.
”Mmmngh!… My butt… this is intense!… Ngh!? …This has to last ten minutes…? I-I’m going to lose my mind… hngh!” she cried softly.
”Koharu… hang in there…!” Hirose urged her.
Lying face down, Koharu pressed her face into the pillow, her body twitching and reacting involuntarily. Her soft cries were audible even beyond the closed door.
* * *
”—Koharu… making sounds like that… and Hirose is touching her there…”
Hirose was too focused to notice, but Hibiki had cracked the door, watching the entire time. Her back against the wall, her skirt hiked up, her right hand was busy beneath her own skirt. Her best friend was being tended to by the man she loved, who was touching intimate places, even if the intent was healing.
A flood of conflicting emotions surged within Hibiki, resulting in an overwhelming, physical excitement.
”Eh… wait… Koharu…?”
At that moment, Koharu’s body gave a great heave.
”Hih, Hirose-kun…!… My butt… my butt!” she cried out.
”Koharu… just hold on… only a little longer!”
”Th-that’s not… it’s not that… this… no! Aah… stop! Ahh… Mmm~~ngh!“
It happened just as the healing application to her buttocks finished. Koharu’s body trembled and convulsed for a long moment before she went still, as if unconscious.
She had been trying to ask Hirose to pause, but he hadn’t noticed. Unable to escape, Koharu had simply submitted to the inevitable.
”…Huh, Koharu? Are you okay?”
”N-no, I’m not okay……… hngh!” Koharu whimpered, still half-lost in the dazed afterglow.
Slowly, Hirose began to understand the magnitude of what he had inadvertently caused.
(Ehh… Ehh… No way, Koharu…? Hibiki-chan never reacted like this to the healing touch…)
The buttocks had been the final bruised area. Hirose wiped the sweat from his brow and stood up, intending to call for Hibiki.
(O-oh no! He’s coming this way!)
Hibiki was still pressed against the wall, her hand deep beneath her clothes. She tried to stand up and rush back to the living room, but she was too slow.
Click.
The doorknob turned, and Hirose stepped out.
”Hibi…ki…?”
”Ah… hahahaha… I wasn’t doing anything, alright?” Hibiki forced a laugh.
Hibiki’s panties were visible beneath her skirt, pulled down to her knees. The moment he saw that, Hirose understood everything.
”Somehow, I’m sorry.”
”Ngh… Don’t apologize to me~~!” she wailed, her face burning with shame.
* * *
”…………”
After a while, the three of them sat silently around the table. Koharu, who had been inadvertently overwhelmed by the touch. Hibiki, who had been caught in a moment of private pleasure. And Hirose, who didn’t know how to react.
They each covered their faces with shame, unsure how to begin. It was Hirose who finally broke the silence.
”Koharu… even though the time for the effect to appear has shortened, we still need to continue this twice a week… for four weeks… are you sure you can handle it?” he asked, worried.
”Y-yes… I’ll have to go through this… again…” she answered, her hands still concealing her face.
The thought of the next time filled Koharu with renewed shame, but she knew she couldn’t quit.
”W-well, I should go home now. Thank you so much, truly… Hirose-kun, you and Hibiki-chan, please take it easy,” she stammered.
”Ah, yeah…”
”Koharu, I’ll walk you to the entrance,” Hibiki offered.
Koharu stood up, and Hibiki followed, walking her to the front door. Hirose remained in the room.
”So… you finally understood what I meant, right?” Hibiki asked after she returned.
”You meant that she shouldn’t hold back… but it’s more than just ‘not holding back’—it’s unnatural for anyone to endure that! Hibiki-chan, you went through that for an entire month, didn’t you?” Hirose demanded, still stunned.
”Well… I guess so. And that’s why I have this nice body now, but… I also got caught in a pretty embarrassing state,” she replied, a slight blush still on her cheeks.
”Jeez… you’re right, I really am… but she’s really trying her hardest, too,” Hirose sighed, exhausted.
”I know. That’s why Hibiki-chan fell for you, right?” she said sweetly.
”Ngh… Stop that! (I’m just worried about when Koharu will throw herself at you next.)”
Honestly, Hibiki thought it would be understandable if Koharu had just attacked Hirose then and there. She couldn’t tell another girl to endure something she herself couldn’t.
”Hm, did you say something?”
”Nope! Have a safe trip home!”
”Okay, I will. See ya.”
After seeing Koharu off, Hibiki returned inside.
She opened her bedroom door to find Hirose sitting at the table, looking drained from the healing process.
”Welcome back.”
”Ngh…… Hirose!”
”Eh!?”
The moment she saw his face, Hibiki couldn’t hold back, and she threw herself at him. She hugged him tightly, then grabbed his arms and forcefully pushed him onto the bed.
”W-wait, Hibiki!? I’m… I’m tired…!” Hirose protested.
”I’m sorry… I can’t stop myself… for the time Mizuki-nee made me hold off, and for what I just watched with Koharu… I want you now…”
”I… I get it, but I’m all sweaty and kind of stink… Mmmgh!?”
Hibiki ignored him, aggressively capturing his lips, forcing her hot, urgent kiss onto him.
”Wait, Hibi… Ngh!… stop for a sec… Mmmgh!”
”Hirose! Hirose! Mmmgh! Nngh! Haaah! Hirose! Mngh!” Hibiki gasped, unrelenting.
Hibiki wouldn’t stop. Hirose was exhausted from tending to Koharu and had no strength left to truly resist. He was being eagerly taken, much like the first time they were together.
But he didn’t entirely dislike it; his exhaustion just prevented his mind from catching up.
Hibiki began to rip off her uniform shirt, then practically tore Hirose’s shirt off.
”—Hibiki! I… I can’t hold back anymore!” Hirose gasped.
”It’s okay! Hngh! It’s fine! Let it all go! I want it inside me! All of you, Hirose, inside my womanhood!” she pleaded fiercely.
Hibiki consumed Hirose with a demanding passion. Several tense minutes passed, and Hirose’s climax was fast approaching.
His manliness plunged deep inside Hibiki’s warm, tight embrace. Since Hirose hadn’t used his healing touch on her that day, she was bursting with energy. The initial pain of their first encounter was a distant memory.
She drove his hips with a rhythmic urgency, slamming her bottom against his to push Hirose to his absolute limit.
”Hibiki! Hibiki! I… I…! Mmmngh!” he cried out.
”Come for me! Come hard! Hirose! Hirose! Mmmm~~~ngh!” she screamed, demanding his full release.
Just before his final moment, Hibiki sealed his mouth with a deep, passionate kiss, locking their tongues. In that very instant, Hirose’s being violently ejected its white fluid, pumping it deep inside her.
The warm essence pulsed and pooled inside her. She held onto him, embracing every drop of the hot liquid until his release was spent.
”Haaah… haah… Hibi…ki…”
”Haaah… haah… Hirose… that was a big one, wasn’t it?” she whispered, both of them breathing hard, their faces showing satisfied exhaustion.
However—
”You can go again, right?” she asked, a dangerous spark in her eyes.
”Ehh—”
Witnessing Koharu’s state had left her more aroused than usual. Hibiki’s passion was far from quenched by just one encounter, and she continued to demand more from Hirose.
* * *
Koharu was walking home alone. Her pace was slow, slightly unsteady. Her face was still faintly flushed, a lingering warmth remaining.
”My clothes… they’re completely wet…”
She’d noticed it when she redressed: her underwear was completely soaked. Since she was coming straight from school, she hadn’t brought a change of clothes.
”It’s about my body, but having it done at Hibiki-chan’s house every time must be a bother… but I have my little brother at my place… I wonder if Hirose-kun’s house would be okay…”
Koharu was naturally considering the possibility of receiving the treatment alone with Hirose. It wasn’t what Hibiki wanted, but if she asked, Hibiki would probably allow it.
”Besides, I didn’t mind Hirose-kun’s hands at all… it was the first time a boy had touched me, so why was that…? Was it the Skill’s influence…? Or was it…”
The fact that she had been touched all over and brought to climax…
The memory made Koharu blush with shame again. She quickly checked her surroundings, though no one was watching, and hurried toward the station.
Notes:
• Rindou Hibiki – Hirose’s cheerful, bold classmate who is the first to request his Beauty skill. Hibiki (F, pink bob hair, 158cm, F-cup) is outgoing, expressive about her interests, and quickly becomes Hirose’s girlfriend after an explicitly intimate scene. Her reactions help set the adult tone of the story.
• Kushima Koharu – A reserved, literature-loving girl (F, 156cm, G-cup, black braid) who struggles with family problems, including bruises and emotional stress. She experiences dramatic physical and emotional improvements after Hirose’s skill use, revealing a hidden wild side during explicit nighttime encounters.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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