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My girlfriend, Michelle Jane Watson, is adorable.

Gentle, smart, and charming.

She’s not much of a talker, but I liked that quiet aura of hers too.

…Or so I thought, watching her sitting in front of the TV, munching on popcorn.

It was a jar of caramel-flavored popcorn.

She had hooked her smartphone up to my TV. She buys all sorts of gadgets with her own paycheck and leaves them in my room.

When she wants to stay up late, she streams movies from a subscription service.

Why stay up late? Because starting today, Michelle has a week off.

Well, I still have my part-time shifts, but it seems she plans to spend the whole break hanging out in my room.

I don’t think of it as a bother. If anything, it makes me really happy.

…Noticing my gaze, Michelle looked over at me.

"…Peter, don’t you think this is boring?"

Apparently, she thought the reason I wasn’t watching the screen was because the movie wasn’t any good.

"No, it’s not like that."

I wasn’t looking at her because the movie was boring.
…Well, okay, maybe it was a little boring.

It was some kind of mystery, but honestly, I didn’t understand it at all. Was it my brain that couldn’t keep up, or was the film just leaving the audience behind? I wanted to believe it was the latter.

"…Hm, then… maybe you want this?"

She held out the jar of popcorn toward me.

"…Yeah, I’ll take some."

That wasn’t the reason, but I decided to play along.

Michelle might be a little airheaded. But that was part of her charm too. Even her misunderstandings came from kindness and humility.

I tossed a handful of caramel popcorn into my mouth.

Ugh.

A wave of sweetness rampaged across my tongue. Just a little bit of this stuff was enough to give me heartburn.

I glanced at Michelle again. She was chomping and crunching away happily.

…She really does love sweet things.

And like this, the two of us simply sat together—

Not doing anything in particular, just sharing the same time.

That was enough for me.

Even without big events, just being with her made me happy. Just seeing her at peace was enough to make me glad.

Time flowed gently.

I liked her looks. Her hair, her eyes, her voice.

But more than that, I liked what was inside. Her kindness, her calmness… the way she treated me as just a little bit special.

Most of all, I loved the atmosphere between us. Sometimes she leaned on me, sometimes I wanted to lean on her… but there was always that unique, wordless closeness that allowed us to be together. That’s what I loved most.

"…Michelle, aren’t you thirsty?"

"…Hm, should I get us something?"

She started to stand at my words.

"No, I’ll go. Do you want anything?"

I shook my head. Being too considerate wasn’t always a good thing.

"In that case… orange."

"OK."

She knew exactly what was in my fridge. Neither of us cooked, but drinks and refrigerated snacks were always stocked. Michelle sometimes bought chocolate before coming over and stashed it in there too.

I grabbed two glasses from the cupboard and set them on the kitchen counter. The orange juice poured with a soft glug-glug.

"Here you go, Michelle."

"…Thanks."

She accepted the glass while thanking me.

…Yeah, I loved this about her too. She never forgot her manners. Whether she was happy, grateful, or relieved, she always said thank you. Not just to me—she thanked strangers as well.

That kindness toward everyone… I loved that about her.

…I sat back down beside her. The shirt she was wearing was one of my old hand-me-downs, so it was a bit big on her.

A glimpse of bare skin peeked out. A faint pink hue caught my eye—

…I quickly looked away.

Lately, something’s been bothering me a little.

It’s been six months since Michelle and I first started sleeping together. We decided once a month was enough—any more and we’d just turn into idiots, she said. Of course, we use protection.

But that decision came with its own problems.

Michelle is incredibly cute. She’s… attractive.

…Sexually, too.

Her delicate charm stirred my protective instincts, but… at the same time, it also strongly stirred the more primal, male side of me.

Her chest wasn’t exactly big. But the shape was beautiful. She had curves, a graceful waist, and a sensual allure.

Having such a partner was something I should be grateful for. And I was—truly.

But I didn’t fall in love with Michelle because of her body. I didn’t want her to just be an outlet for desire.

So in daily life, I tried my best not to let those impulses show.

And yet, she was incredibly defenseless. Please, don’t wander around the room in your underwear. Please, don’t hug me right after a shower without a bra on. Don’t press your chest against me like that.

Between reason and desire, I was forced to train my self-control. Not that I wanted to.

And today—yeah, we hadn’t done it yet this month.

If I asked, she probably would.

But right now, she was sitting there peacefully, watching a movie. I couldn’t bring myself to disturb that serenity—

"Ah… ahn! Ahn!"

…Moans spilled out from the TV.

On-screen, a burly man and a beautiful woman were having sex. I thought this was supposed to be a detective movie, but apparently it had love scenes too.

Awkwardly, I glanced at Michelle. She looked just as embarrassed.

…She picked up the remote and stopped the playback.

"…Ah, are you sure?"

"It’s fine. It wasn’t that good anyway."

Michelle let out a small sigh and closed the jar of popcorn.

She set it on the table and turned back toward me.

"…Shall we go to bed?"

I glanced at the clock. The hands were pointing at eleven.

Yeah, it was a good time to call it a night.

Even if tomorrow was a day off, oversleeping and wasting a holiday date would be a drag.

"Yeah, let’s sleep."

"Mm."

We traded short words and got ready for bed. Side by side at the sink, we brushed our teeth.

Even though I lived alone, I always kept two toothbrushes. I’d just bought a new one recently—for Michelle.

"Mm, lend me the cup."

"Fwai hai."

But there was only one cup. Michelle swished water in her mouth with a swish swish, then spat it out.

Leaving the homely little sink behind, she sat down on the bed.

"Peter. Where are we going for our date tomorrow?"

I sat down next to her. …She smelled really nice.

"Hmm… how about the market? I kinda want to pick up some clothes."

"Mm, me too… there’s something I want."

"Oh? What is it?"

"A swimsuit. This year, I want to go to the beach with you, Peter."

…The beach, huh. We’d gone once back in high school, but she didn’t have those memories. That’s probably why she wanted to go with me now.

"Sure. But wouldn’t a swimsuit shopping trip be more Gwen’s territory?"

"No. I’ll wear the swimsuit that makes you happy."

…Whoa—just about knocked me out cold.

Every now and then, she said things that drove me crazy. Michelle really was a bewitching woman.

So… I was going to pick her swimsuit?

When I looked at her, Michelle was blushing faintly, arms wrapping around her own shoulders.

"J-Just nothing too embarrassing, okay?"

…My mind instantly conjured up an image of Michelle in a string bikini. My heart skipped—then soured with unease.

"I wouldn’t pick something that revealing. I don’t want anyone else to see you like that."

Wanting to keep Michelle’s bare skin to myself… yeah, maybe that was selfish.

"…Mm, good. I don’t really want anyone else to see, either."

Pleased with my answer, Michelle smiled softly.

I scratched my cheek and looked away. Staring at her head-on would’ve been too embarrassing.

"…Peter, are you going to buy a new swimsuit too?"

"Ah—yeah. Actually, I don’t even own one."

Since I’d disappeared from this world for a while, I never had a chance to go to the beach. Guess I’d need to buy one.

"…Just make sure yours isn’t too revealing either."

"Eh? But for a guy’s swimsuit?"

I tilted my head. Michelle frowned, lips pressing tight.

"Peter, you really need to understand how attractive you are."

"Eh…? Attractive? Me?"

Coming from Michelle—who never realized how cute she was—it felt like she should be saying that to a mirror, not me.

She reached out and tugged my shirt up a little.

"See? Your abs are so defined. It’s cool."

She ran her hands over my stomach, patting and pressing against the muscle.

"That’s, well… thanks to hero work, I guess."

Web-swinging worked out my whole body. So yeah, I looked muscular enough. Not that it mattered—having superpowers made the muscles kind of redundant anyway.

Michelle lowered her brows and tugged up her own shirt.

"…I don’t get muscles like that."

"Really?"

"My healing factor… it repairs the fibers right back to normal, so they never thicken."

"I-I see…"

Her oversized shirt, worn as pajamas, was lifted up. She said she had no muscle, and she was right—no fat either. Just smooth, flawless skin across her stomach.

"…Here. Feel it, Peter."

"Wha—"

It was soft. Silky and smooth to the touch.

As I traced her skin, my finger brushed against a perfect little dip—her belly button.

"See? No muscles at all."

"Y-Yeah…"

I stroked gently… my fingertip lingering at her navel. I poked and swirled it a little.

She looked like a model. Honestly, her navel had an even prettier shape than the actresses I’d seen in old magazines.

Poke, swirl, press.

It felt so good just touching it. There was something… incredibly—

"…Peter, the way you’re touching me is kind of pervy."

I jerked my hand back. …Crap. That must’ve looked so creepy.

I felt the blood drain from my face as I bowed my head.

"S-Sorry, Michelle."

"…Peter, there’s something I want to try…"

Michelle picked up her smartphone from beside the pillow.

"…This."

Blushing, she showed me the screen—

"Polynesian sex? What's that?"

"Uh… here, read this."

She handed me her phone… so I read it.
…Sex done slowly, holding back from rushing into it, with an emphasis on emotional intimacy?
It even described the actual methods.

"…Lately, we’ve been jumping straight into it, so I thought we should be more careful."

"R-Right… sorry."

Without thinking, I winced and apologized.
…Looks like my lust had been completely obvious to her.
Pathetic.

"That’s why… look, starting today we’ve got a long break, right?"

At Michelle’s words, I nodded and glanced back at the article.

Apparently, it was a slow sex practice that lasted five whole days.

Penetration… would have to wait until the final day?

It’s fine. I’m a man who can endure.
I truly love her, and this was my chance to prove it.

And so, we decided to begin right away—
that thing called "Polynesian sex."

---

Day One.

We undressed each other and sat completely naked, staring face to face.

"Peter… this is actually kind of embarrassing."

Her pale, smooth skin filled my vision.
The faint hair, the secret place hidden below.
The soft pink tint of her nipples.

"W-Wanna… stop?"

My heart pounded.
My heart pounded.
My heart pounded.

"…No. Let’s keep going."

I knew full well that I was already hard.
And Michelle had noticed too.

But we didn’t do anything.

Day One meant no touching, no self-pleasure.
Just sitting there, naked, staring at each other and talking.

"Michelle… you’re really beautiful."

So all I could do was say things like that.

"Mm. You too, Peter."

"I’m—"

"Handsome."

"…You think so?"

Complimenting one another, voicing how much we cared… the night quietly deepened.

Before I knew it, the long hand of the clock had made half a turn.

Like this… yeah, maybe I really could manage.

"Peter, let’s go to bed soon."

"…Yeah. We’ve got tomorrow’s date too."

"Right. You still have to help me pick a good swimsuit."

"…Uh, I’ll do my best."

We chatted like that as we lay down in bed—still naked.

"So, um… from here we just… sleep?"

"Mm, we just hug naked and sleep."

…Wait, what?
Just hug?

Hugging!?!

I pulled Michelle’s bare body into my arms, and she wrapped hers around me, the two of us settling into a sleeping posture.

…Could I really sleep like this?

Sadly, all the blood in my body was concentrated in one place.
Even as I tried to cast away my worldly desires, my hands rested against her soft skin… while her sweet scent tempted me further.

No, hang in there, Peter.
Don’t lose to lust.

With my heart racing like a drum, I shut my eyes and tried to sleep.

Tried to sleep… ugh, I have to sleep.

This is torture.

---

Day Two.

After coming back from our date, we had dinner together like always… then held another little movie night.
Tonight’s feature was the kind with a giant monster rampaging around.

For someone as pent-up as me, it was honestly a blessing.

See? I’m fine.
I can totally make it to the final day.

That’s what I told myself.

Later that night, Michelle and I faced each other naked again.

"On Day Two, um… we’re allowed to kiss."

"I see. Then—"

"Ah, but only soft kisses."

"…R-Right."

I’m not disappointed. Not at all.

Facing Michelle, I hugged her close and kissed her gently.
Just a soft meeting of our lips.

I couldn’t help but smile.

"…You know, this kind of reminds me of when we first started dating. It’s nice."

"Mm."

I gave her a quick chu.
She gave me one back.

Chu. Chu. Chu. Chu.

As we kissed over and over, I felt a swell of affection.
Even without sex, I loved her.
Yeah, I could really feel it deep down.

"…Ah, also, Peter—kisses anywhere that aren’t erogenous zones… are allowed too."

Since she said that, we ended up kissing each other all over.
Neck, ears, stomach, thighs.

It’s fine.
Yeah, I’m fine.

Even though every part of me screamed to take her right now… I’m fine.

Michelle was fidgeting too.
If she could hold herself back, then so could I.

By the time the long hand of the clock had made a full circle, we’d spent the whole night kissing before finally falling asleep, still naked in each other’s arms.

Yeah… I think I’m getting used to this.
Even sleeping naked together, I can actually fall asleep now.

…All the while doing my very best to ignore the hardness between my legs.

---

Day Three.

Today we went on a zoo date.
Michelle tried to approach the small animals, but they ran away from her.
She looked so sad that it made me feel guilty too.

And then—finally, the long-awaited night.

"On the third day… um, we’re allowed to kiss with tongues."

"…Yeah."

Could I really endure that much?
N-No, I can endure it.
Yeah, I can.
Totally fine.

I’m a master of self-control.
I’ve been hit by trains, thrown off buildings, and still endured.

So this’ll be nothing!

"Nh, nn…"

"Nnngh, mm…"

We tangled our tongues, exchanging saliva.
Wet sounds echoed lewdly as if drawing out all the pent-up desire inside me.

When I tried to pull away for air, Michelle’s hand pressed against the back of my head.

…She wanted more.

"Nh… nnk, mnhh…"

Moaning softly, Michelle entwined her tongue with mine.

…Oh no.
She’s the one who can’t hold back anymore.

I tore myself away by force.

"Mmhh—hah… huh? Peter…?"

Looking up at me with wet, pleading eyes, Michelle made me want her right then and there.
But no. I couldn’t.

I had to last until the fifth day.
This was about proving I loved her with affection, not just lust.

"Michelle, come on… deep breaths."

"O-Okay…"

Inhale, exhale.
Inhale, exhale.
Finally, she seemed calmer.

Then she turned to me—

"Peter, hurry… let’s keep kissing."

I take it back.
She hadn’t calmed down at all.

…Well, Michelle loves deep kissing.
Even when we normally make love, she always begs for it.

So I gave in, repeating deep kisses while carefully making sure she didn’t cross the line.

But with this, even I couldn’t stay rational.

Sloppy, wet sounds filled the air—sounds soft kisses could never make—as we ravaged each other’s mouths.
Breathing raggedly, forgetting words altogether… just losing ourselves, losing track of time.

By the time I noticed, the long hand of the clock had gone a lap and a half.

Exhausted, Michelle and I collapsed into sleep like mud.

---

Day Four.

"…T-Today, um… we’re allowed to, you know… touch the delicate spots."

"…Yeah."

Direct contact with the genitals was forbidden.
But touching around them—like her chest, or nearby—was okay.

I cupped Michelle’s breasts.
Soft, warm, clinging to my fingers.

She stroked my butt, and let her hands wander over my chest in return.

"…Michelle, um, does it… feel good for you, being touched like this?"

"…Yeah. Weird?"

"No, not weird. I was just curious."

I stroked, caressed, licked.
Pinched her nipples between my fingers to confirm their firmness.

Little by little, Michelle’s face lost its composure.

"…P-Peter, w-wait a second."

"Huh? O-Okay."

"If you keep doing that… I-I’ll come."

The rules were strict.
Climax wasn’t allowed until Day Five.

As much as it hurt to stop, we both had to hold back.

"I-I want… a kiss instead, okay?"

"Yeah. Sure, Michelle."

So we kissed again.
Deeply.
Because otherwise it would just be a repeat of yesterday.

I kept my hands gentle on her breasts, occasionally brushing her inner thighs while our mouths stayed locked together.

"Nn, nhh, mhh—!"

Every time I touched her, Michelle’s body jolted.
Yet she refused to stop kissing me.

She really was adorable.
And without meaning to, she stirred my lust in the worst ways.

Before I knew it, sweat was dripping down both our bodies, until I couldn’t even tell whose was whose.

Below my waist, I was at the absolute limit—
but I endured.

The article had said: Polynesian Sex is about valuing each other’s hearts. Not the body, but a union of spirits.

Yeah, right.
This was less spiritual love and more brutal ascetic training.
I was basically enduring one of humanity’s three primal urges.
No doubt about it.

By the time the long hand of the clock had gone around twice, we were still lost in kissing and touching.

But Michelle, more than me, seemed close to breaking.

"P-Peter… tomorrow… tomorrow let’s do it, okay?"

She whispered it in a sweet, pleading voice.

…She wouldn’t last till tomorrow night.
And honestly, neither would I.

Lying on my back, staring at the ceiling, that thought ran through my mind.

---

And then, Day Five.

Morning.

I was at the drugstore near my apartment, scanning the shelves.
No Michelle—just me, alone.

Lined up on the rack were… condoms.

I reached for the usual six-pack I bought—
then hesitated.

Instead, I slid my hand one box over.
The twelve-pack.

Gripping it firmly, I made my way to the register.

The clerk bagged it in a thick, black, opaque plastic bag—impossible to see inside.

I stepped out of the drugstore.

Now all that was left was to head home.

I walked.
And walked.
And walked faster.

Before I realized it, my strides had turned into a near power-walk.
Every step carried me closer, breath hitching with a mix of nerves and excitement.

And then—
I unlocked my door and swung it open.