Chapter 154: The Shifting Everyday
April 10th (Monday) – Week 0, Day 5
Classes started today.
I felt a pang of loneliness when I remembered that class time used to be the perfect opportunity to talk with Alicia through telepathy.
Even everyday life keeps changing.
Will I eventually grow used to this emptiness, too?
I talked with some new classmates today.
Someone asked if I was dating Souta, and I denied it—but apparently, this rumor has spread throughout the whole school.
We already stand out a lot, and we hang out together often, so maybe it’s inevitable. But why does everyone always jump to romance?
We’re just childhood friends…
Ah, well, except we do have a physical relationship.
What exactly should I call our current relationship?
Friends who have sex—"FWB" for short?
That makes it sound like sex is the whole point, and I don’t like that.
…Yeah, I think best friends fits better.
Souta and I are best friends. That feels the most natural.
This unusual arrangement is just until we have a child.
Once that’s over, we should be able to go back to how things were before.
After school, I went to the Wiso Club.
Souta, Suzuha, and I played Wiso, while Hisui and Yuuna drank tea and did homework—just the usual clubroom atmosphere.
We spent about an hour like that before disbanding.
Afterward, I went home, changed into a denim skirt and hoodie, and headed to Souta’s apartment.
He looked extremely disappointed that I’d changed out of my uniform.
Apparently, he wanted to do it while I was still in my school clothes.
I kinda get the appeal, but still…
Before we got started today, I had a request for Souta.
I asked him to provide a semen sample so I could test whether it was viable for pregnancy.
This was on Dad’s advice—he’d even prepared a mail-in testing kit for me. That’s why I went home earlier.
Ideally, Souta should’ve abstained for a few days beforehand. If I’d thought of it sooner, I could’ve collected it during my period, but what’s done is done.
Asking to examine his sperm meant questioning his virility, so I was worried he’d take offense—but Souta agreed without hesitation.
…With one condition, though.
"Can you make me come, Alice?"
Ugh… fine.
Touching someone else’s—was a weirdly complicated feeling. I’d touched my own without a second thought, but this was different—firm yet soft, with a strange, unique texture.
…It felt nostalgic, yet also something I’d hoped to never deal with again.
And Souta’s is big.
I tried to convince myself it just seemed that way because my hands are small, but no dice.
Maybe the tiny shred of male pride still left in me made me feel a little defeated.
While I was busy escaping reality, Souta nudged me to hurry up.
Luckily, I knew what to do, so the act itself wasn’t hard. The only annoying part was how much Souta was obviously enjoying it.
He asked if I’d use my mouth—as if that was even an option!
What the hell was he thinking…?
After a while, Souta tried to stop me—but once I realized what was happening, I doubled down.
And just like that, I successfully collected the sample in a paper cup.
Souta looked a little resentful, but I wasn’t obligated to indulge his "I wanted it to last longer" nonsense.
If it felt good, that’s all that matters, right?
Though I did feel a little smug watching him writhe under my touch.
—But I got paid back in full afterward.
He took his sweet time enjoying my body however he pleased.
Twice in a row.
April 11th (Tuesday) – Week 0, Day 6
During class, some of the semen Souta had pumped into me yesterday started leaking out.
Even though I was wearing a pad for exactly this reason, I kept nervously glancing around, worried someone might notice.
I must’ve looked way too suspicious—Yuuna called me out on it later.
After club today, I headed straight to the apartment.
Not because Souta had asked me to stay in my uniform. I only changed yesterday because I had to go home anyway.
But Souta clearly didn’t see it that way—the second I walked in, he hugged me and slid a hand under my skirt.
Hey!? What the hell are you thinking, idiot!?
I frantically stopped him.
Couldn’t he at least try to understand a girl’s situation?
I hadn’t even taken off the pad yet, and I wanted to shower first.
After I forcefully rejected him, he finally realized I was serious and backed off, apologizing profusely.
…Well, since he’s being sincere, I’ll accept it.
After showering and relaxing a bit, I put my uniform back on.
In the end, I couldn’t refuse Souta’s request.
He said the more excited he got, the more he’d produce—and I know that’s just an excuse, but I couldn’t say no.
We did it with me still in uniform, but I was stressed the whole time about wrinkles and stains.
Souta got way too into the fact that I looked exactly like I did at school. By the time I left for dinner, he’d gone three rounds in a row.
…It’s infuriating how right he was.
Back home that night, I checked and found a stain on the inside of my skirt. It shouldn’t be visible from the outside, but… would it start to smell?
Ugh, damn it! He’s definitely paying for the dry cleaning.
April 12 (Wednesday) – Week 1, Day 0
Today’s request was for gym clothes.
The school-issued uniform consisted of a white jacket with my name on it and navy-blue half-pants.
…Well, it’s meant to get dirty anyway, and I can just wash it, so it’s not a big deal. Yeah.
After the first round, Souta hesitantly asked me about Hisui.
“So, on Sunday… you and Hisui did it… here?”
“Y-yeah… I mean, Hisui and I are dating.”
“Seriously…?”
Souta couldn’t hide his shock after hearing about my relationship with his sister. He was visibly shaken.
“So… how was it?”
“Ah… yeah… it was amazing.”
Terrifyingly so.
“I see… Was it better than when you do it with me?”
“That’s… um…”
I was at a loss for words.
Even though I’d gotten used to being with Souta and the pain had mostly faded, that didn’t automatically make it feel good.
“So… Hisui was better?”
“…You can’t really compare them.”
Fundamentally, what Hisui did and what Souta did were entirely different.
What Hisui did was meant to make me feel good.
What Souta did was meant to make himself feel good.
Since the point of being with Souta was to conceive a child, that purpose was being fulfilled, so I didn’t have a problem with it.
…But saying that outright would probably be rude to Souta.
“Since it’s a woman’s body, it makes sense that Hisui, being a girl herself, would be more familiar with it.”
But Souta didn’t seem convinced.
After that, things felt awkward between us, and we didn’t end up having sex.
…Once a day should be enough anyway.
Still, what should I do?
Would it be better to pretend I’m enjoying it?
But leaving Souta’s approach to women as it is now doesn’t seem good either. If I heard later that he broke up with someone because of sex, I’d feel awful.
That said, teaching him how to handle a woman physically feels kinda…
Like, “Here, touch this part gently,” guiding him, leading him to pleasure me… or something?
Ugh… That’s rough…
It’s not like I need Souta to treat me tenderly.
When I got home, I tried discussing it with Yuuna, but she latched onto it immediately, grilling me for every detail about Souta and Hisui.
I could tell she wasn’t just asking out of curiosity—she was serious—so I felt bad dodging the questions and answered honestly.
We didn’t reach a conclusion right away, but just talking about it made me feel better.
Well, worst case, I can rely on the uniform. Probably.
April 13 (Thursday) – Week 1, Day 1
Even after school, I still hadn’t come up with a good solution.
During club, things between Souta and me stayed stiff.
After club ended and I parted ways with everyone, I killed time at a convenience store before heading to the apartment—only to run into Souta right in front of the elevator.
“…H-hey.”
There was no one else around, and deliberately avoiding him would’ve been weird.
The silence in the cramped elevator was painfully awkward.
Then, when we entered the room together, we found an unexpected guest waiting inside.
“Y-Yuuna…? Why are you—?”
It was Yuuna, who I’d just left behind in the clubroom.
“Thought I’d lend you two a hand!”
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