Volume 5 Chapter 28 I Want to Taste More
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
One week later.
Mizobe Aya stood at the edge of the pool, the humid, chlorine-heavy air of the swimming stadium pressing against her skin. The regional preliminaries¹ were in full swing, and the roar of the crowd echoed off the high rafters.
”Mizobe, how’s your head at?” her coach asked.
”I wouldn’t say I’m at a hundred percent, Coach-but I feel good,” Aya replied. She had already crushed the hundred-meter freestyle prelims earlier that day, taking top seed. Now, only the finals remained.
”Then get out there and punch your ticket to Nationals!”
”Yes, Ma’am!” Aya said.
Dressed in her racing silks, Aya felt a firm, encouraging shove on her back from her coach as she headed toward the blocks. She took her place in line, waiting for her heat to be called.
”Mizobe Aya! Today’s the day I finally take you down!” one of the other finalists barked. She was a perennial runner-up who had never managed to touch Aya’s times, no matter how hard she tried.
(I might actually lose today…)
”What’s with the weak sauce?” the girl snapped. “Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet! Winning is about the work-the prep, the practice, the grind. You know that better than anyone, don’t you?”
The girl had no idea. Aya had only been back in the water for a single week. There was no safety net, no guarantee of a win. Even so, Aya just offered a small, serene smile as she began her light stretches.
”You’re right,” Aya said. “Everyone here worked their hearts out to stand on these blocks. I know better than anyone that effort is the only thing that holds you up when the pressure hits.”
”Wh-What are you smiling at!?”
”Sorry,” Aya replied softly. “I wasn’t laughing at you. I promise.”
She stepped onto the block, adjusting her cap and seating her goggles.
”Take your marks.”
The starter’s whistle blew. Aya coiled her muscles, leaning into the tension.
Zip!
At the signal, the swimmers exploded off the blocks. Aya hit the water like a needle, transitioning into a powerful dolphin kick. When she broke the surface and began her stroke, she found herself in second place. Her rival was pushing a frantic, blistering pace in the lane beside her.
(Mizobe Aya! Is that all you’ve got!? I’m leaving you in the dust!)
The gap widened as they approached the fifty-meter turn. The crowd was a wall of sound, but Aya couldn’t hear her teammates’ cheers. She could only feel the water. For the weeks she’d been unable to swim, her friends had been her spine, supporting her when she couldn’t even stand the thought of a pool. Now, she owed them.
The lead was significant, and to anyone watching, the race looked decided. But Aya felt a strange, surging power.
(Breathing… it’s so easy! My head feels like it’s floating!)
Under the hood of her skin, the Divine Dental Restoration² was working. By perfecting her alignment, the skill had subtly optimized the very structure of her jaw and throat. Her ‘intake’ was massive; every breath provided double the oxygen of her old, crooked bite. She didn’t need to break her rhythm to breathe nearly as often as the others. She stayed low, sleek, and focused.
(Now!)
Aya kicked into another gear. The gap vanished in a blur of white water. With twenty-five meters to go, she wasn’t just swimming; she was flying.
”GO! GO! GO!” the swim club screamed.
Aya surged ahead, her stroke as fluid and powerful as a predator’s. She didn’t just win; she dominated. By the end of the meet, she had secured the triple crown³: the 100m, 200m, and the 4×100 relay. The lack of practice hadn’t mattered. The sheer efficiency of her new body had carried her to Nationals.
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Later that afternoon.
The quiet of her bedroom was a far cry from the roar of the stadium. Mizobe Aya had invited a boy over for the first time in her life.
”You’re the first guy I’ve ever let in here,” Aya said, her face heating up. “So… don’t go poking around, okay?”
”I wouldn’t dream of it,” Takanashi Hirose said. “But wow, look at all these awards. You’re the real deal, Class Rep⁴.”
”My mom wants them in the living room, but I’d rather keep them tucked away in here,” Aya replied. She was pacing, her nerves fraying. She tried to calm herself by cleaning her glasses, but her hands were shaking. “Ouch!”
She caught her toe on the edge of the desk, stumbled, and went down. She took Hirose with her, the two of them collapsing onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. Her glasses skittered across the floor, leaving her world in a soft, intimate blur.
Hirose was right there. He could smell the sharp, clean scent of chlorine lingering in her damp hair. Even in her casual clothes, there was an effortless, unintentional sensuality to her.
”H-Hirose-kun…” Aya whispered. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she straddled him, her breath hitching in her throat. “Can I… can I taste you? I want to lick you.”
”That’s… one hell of a request,” Hirose said, his voice dropping an octave.
”I know I’m being weird! But I haven’t been able to stop thinking about your fingers… ever since that day. You had to know why I asked you over, right?”
”Yeah,” Hirose replied. “It’s okay. Do whatever you want, Class Rep. If you need something from me, just ask.”
”The skill… activate it…”
”Divine Dental Restoration,” Hirose murmured.
As the power took hold, Aya’s mouth became a hyper-sensitive map of pleasure. She took his finger between her lips, her tongue swirling in a wet, needy rhythm. She guided his other hand to her mouth, letting him taste her as she tasted him.
”Mnh… slurp… oh… this feeling…” Aya moaned. “My brain is melting… haah… ♡”
She was lost in the sensation, her body arching as she pressed her chest against him. The sensory feedback from the skill was a loop of pure heat.
”Hirose-kun… I’m… just from this, I’m…”
”Class Rep… you’re a total freak,” Hirose whispered.
”I… am I?” Aya hid her face in her hands, her skin burning. “I guess I am. Is that okay?”
”It’s more than okay,” Hirose said.
Aya didn’t stop there. Hirose’s steady, quiet acceptance was like fuel. Before he knew it, she had his shirt off. “I’ve never seen a guy like this… you’re lean, but… I like it. I want to know what all of you tastes like.”
She leaned down, her tongue tracing the small, firm peak of his n**ips. “Mmn… chu… you taste incredible. Why do you taste so good?”
She was a woman possessed. The curiosity that had started with a finger had become a wildfire. She wanted to know the texture of his skin, the salt of his sweat. As she worked her way across his chest, she began to undo her own buttons. But she wasn’t wearing a bra-or even her swimsuit from the meet. She was wearing a regulation school swimsuit⁵.
”Class Rep? Why the sukumizu?”
”I… I know you see a lot of girls, Hirose-kun,” Aya stammered. “I thought if I just took my clothes off, it would be boring. Is it… okay?”
”Under these circumstances? It’s arguably the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen,” Hirose admitted.
”Fufu… I’m glad. I wanted to give you a real thank-you.” Aya peeled the straps down, letting the swimsuit fall to her waist. Her breasts were pale and perfect, framed by the sharp, athletic tan lines of her shoulders. “There. Now we’re both bare. It’s only fair, right?”
She took his hand, guiding it to the soft weight of her chest. “You can touch them… please.”
As his fingers brushed against her, Aya gasped, her back arching. The feedback from her mouth intensified, a symphony of sensitivity that made her knees weak. “Ah! Yes… right there! I’m… I’m going crazy! ♡”
She was draped over him, her tongue tracing the line of his throat, when the doorbell rang.
Ding-dong!
”Who is that!?” Hirose hissed, his heart hammering. “I thought you said your parents were gone!”
”I… I invited her,” Aya wheezed, her body still trembling with aftershocks.
Heavy footsteps sounded on the stairs. The door creaked open.
”Hey, hey… looks like I walked into the middle of a marathon,” a voice drawled.
Standing in the doorway was Hayase Misaki, her tennis racket bag slung over her shoulder and a wicked smirk on her face. She leaned against the frame, taking in the scene of the two half-naked teenagers on the bed.
”Hayase…?” Hirose gasped.
”Class Rep told me she was curious,” Misaki said, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Apparently, she wants to try something a lot more ‘Advanced’ than just a little licking.”
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Summary:
Aya Mizobe wins the triple crown at the swimming preliminaries, attributing her success to improved breathing from her ‘dental’ skill. Later, she invites Hirose to her room to claim her ‘reward,’ leading to a highly intimate session involving her school swimsuit. The encounter is interrupted by Hayase Misaki, who implies an interest in a three-way interaction.
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Trivia:
- Aya’s skill ‘Divine Dental Restoration’ isn’t just cosmetic; it physically widens her airway for better oxygen intake.
- The ‘reward’ was a promise made in previous chapters if Aya performed well in her swim meet.
- Aya intentionally wore her school swimsuit (sukumizu) under her clothes to surprise Hirose.
- Hayase Misaki was present during the initial discovery of the dental skill and is now becoming a third party in the relationship
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Character Insight:
Aya shows a drastic shift from her disciplined athlete persona to an obsessive, ‘perverted’ side when with Hirose. Her willingness to invite a third person (Hayase) suggests a breakdown of traditional social barriers in favor of her new desires.
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Behind the Scenes:
The author emphasizes the ‘gap moe’ between Aya’s role as a serious Class Rep/athlete and her fetishistic interests.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Mizobe Aya – Class Representative (Iinchou) is a tall ace of the girls’ swim team with blue‑tinted hair and thick glasses, also a high‑school student and ace of the swimming club. She is a clumsy dojikko who wears competitive swimsuits, caps, and prescription goggles, and has short hair that is often damp from practice. Recently injured by Okada, she wears glasses due to bad eyesight and possesses the S‑Rank gift “Divine Dental Restoration”, which has improved her breathing efficiency and physical performance.
• Takanashi Hirose – Protagonist. Male high school student. Lean build with some muscle. Has a ‘skill’ that can be activated on others (Divine Dental Restoration). Calm and accommodating personality.
• Hayase Misaki – Misaki is a high school class representative and tennis club member who carries a racket bag, has a milk‑tea‑colored long hair ponytail, and a large, conspicuous mole near her left inner thigh; she is outspoken and blunt, preferring to say exactly what she thinks, and her casual, teasing personality was evident when she witnessed the incident in previous chapters.
• Misaki – The class representative and a member of the tennis club. Misaki is known for being outspoken and blunt, preferring to say exactly what she thinks. Have a milk tea colored long hair ponytail, and a large, conspicuous mole near her left inner thigh.
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