Chapter 11
Rattle-
The classroom door closes.
After Carlisle received permission from the homeroom teacher.
[I'll go to the nurse's office. Bianca seems to be ill.]
It was an announcement, not a request.
[Ah—right! Then go ahead.]
Though the teacher said that, her bewildered expression was anything but reassuring.
“Let's go to the nurse's office.”
Vita, too, could only stammer blankly for a while.
He knew Carlisle was reckless, but hadn't realized he was this bad.
“Are you crazy?!”
What were the other students going to think? Carlisle was a delinquent by nature, but Vita wasn't!
“What if everyone gets the wrong idea…!”
While speaking, Vita finally clutched his head. He felt dizzy, seriously.
“I have to take responsibility.”
“…What exactly are you taking responsibility for?”
Vita soon realized Carlisle had meant it another way.
The pain in the back of his head getting worse wasn't just his imagination, was it?
“Not that kind of misunderstanding.”
Since Vita wasn't even a girl to begin with, the implications in that direction hadn't even occurred to him.
No matter how the others misinterpreted the relationship between them, it didn't matter.
He'd be going back anyway, and it wasn't true in the first place. He was only worried about his image, if anything.
But still. It was unbelievably absurd.
‘How can a person be so shameless?’
Angry, Vita pounded Carlisle with his fists.
“Put me down, right now. I'm going by myself.”
“Can't do that.”
That didn't seem to work.
“You can barely walk, and you're going all the way to the nurse's office?”
If Vita really could walk, he would have gotten down from Carlisle's back long ago.
In the end, Carlisle wasn't wrong about that either, so Vita had to stay on his back, fuming.
Rattle-
And then.
The nurse's office was empty…
The school nurse seemed to have stepped away for a moment, so Carlisle immediately set Vita down on the bed, then retrieved something from the medicine cabinet with a familiar air.
“Lie down here for a moment.”
After drawing the curtain, Vita narrowed his eyes at Carlisle's suspicious behavior.
What now?
“I'll apply some ointment. You can't reach it yourself.”
True enough. Carlisle Schultz really was asking to get hit.
Naturally, Vita was about to protest, but—
“Mmph—”
Carlisle suddenly lowered his head and swallowed Vita's lips whole.
“Mmmph!”
The words Vita had been about to get out were swallowed back down his throat,
Vita kicked his feet and pounded the other man with his fists, but his blows were far too weak. He soon stopped, too.
A soft tongue moved roughly through his mouth. Once again, Vita's mind gradually went numb.
‘Ah, again…’
Their breathing slowly mingled. The friction of their wet lips.
When their mingled saliva stretched between them like silver thread.
“Haa… ngh…”
Yes, it infuriated him, but Vita felt his body growing hot.
“…D-don't.”
He tried to say it, but the hand pushing Carlisle away gradually weakened.
Their bodies had already joined once. A body that remembered every bit of that sensation was already hot. The hotter it grew, the dizzier he became, and the dizzier he got, the more completely he was swept away.
Before he knew it, Carlisle was kissing the bridge of Vita's cute, pert nose,
The ticklish, bewildering sensation made Vita swallow.
And for some reason.
Vita gradually rubbed his thighs together and squeezed them shut, and dampness seeped below him.
“Haa—”
Carlisle let out a sigh like a groan.
Even when Carlisle tried to apply the ointment, Vita kept squirming. He simply pushed forward, and sure enough, this method worked best on Vita.
Stroking Vita's now-docile head, he smiled faintly.
“Why are you so lewd, Bianca?”
Vita was already this wet from a mere kiss.
“W-what are you talking about…?”
While silencing his denial with another kiss, Carlisle slipped one hand beneath Vita's gray skirt.
As expected, Vita's body was sensitive. When Carlisle pressed firmly against the cotton panel of his thin panties,
“Hngh—! Mmph…”
A loud moan escaped between their kissing lips. Startled, Vita immediately covered his mouth with his hand, but his trembling fingers gave him away.
“You're soaking wet.”
“L-lying…”
He tried to deny it somehow, but—
When Carlisle held up the middle finger he'd just rubbed against Vita's panties, his face reddened.
“Look, Bianca. See how lewd you really are.”
At his low, laughing voice, Vita drew back. For some reason, it gave him a chill.
Carlisle sat up, groaning, and placed a hand on his own forehead.
“…But I can't go any farther. I'll put the ointment on first.”
It sounded as if he were the one exercising restraint. Yet at the same time, he also seemed completely sincere.
“Choose, Bianca. Do you want to do it with me here, or have me apply the ointment?”
Naturally, neither option appealed to Vita. But experience had taught him that when his overbearing opponent pressed forward, he might not be able to resist. That was how it had always been so far.
Whether it was the medicine's effect or, as his opponent claimed, his naturally lewd body, Vita had already come to terms with his situation.
“I… want the ointment.”
So when Vita made his choice, Carlisle replied with a single sentence.
“Then take your clothes off.”
His voice carried concern. Vita didn't know whether it was genuine, but he soon began shyly taking off his clothes.
***
“Aah… it hurts!”
Vita lay face down.
Carlisle's large hands moved busily over him, repeatedly applying the ointment.
“Does it hurt here?”
“Uh, mmh…”
He even gave him a little massage.
Those hands made Vita moan, and sometimes bite back a sound. Carlisle's massage really did help a little, and the stinging sensation gradually eased, but—
This is strange.
Vita felt strange.
In truth, Carlisle's hands were doing nothing but gently massaging Vita, with no ulterior motive at all.
‘……’
Was he really a pervert? Vita squeezed his eyes shut in utter self-loathing.
‘…Get a grip, me.’
He desperately tried to ignore the sensations and think of something else.
He was seriously losing it.
His body reacted even in a situation like this.
Carlisle was innocently doing nothing but giving him a massage, yet Vita's body was showing such a strange and indecent reaction.
“Ngh…”
But holding back was becoming difficult.
So whenever Vita, lying facedown, occasionally moaned, Carlisle's expression hardened.
‘Damn it, seriously…’
He didn't have to say it aloud.
Carlisle kept regretting that he hadn't caught Vita when he fell. Bianca Shamal had been hurt because of his momentary carelessness.
The thought left him strangely uneasy, almost angry.
He was giving Vita a massage with all his heart, doing this with pure intentions.
“Mmh…”
Bianca Shamal really was an indecent woman.
At some point, Vita's moans had started sounding different.
At first, it had clearly been because it hurt. Now it was for another reason.
Even the little glimpse of Vita's profile, flushed bright red, was enough to drive him crazy.
Carlisle was a little angry. In the literal sense—and in another sense, below the waist, too.
He'd become a fool for genuinely doing nothing but giving Vita a massage. How was he supposed to punish such a lewd woman?
The curves of the female body lying facedown were perfect.
The plain white panties riding slightly over the thighs and the smooth flesh of the buttocks were perfect. Everything else was covered by the neat school uniform, which made the whole sight perversely arousing.
But because Vita had merely injured his buttock, and because the location was problematic,
Carlisle, who had been holding back, finally let the reins go.
Smack-
“Hyaa—!”
Vita jumped in surprise. Fortunately, Carlisle had struck the buttock opposite the bruised one.
When Vita turned around in surprise, Carlisle spoke coldly, his expression grim.
“Who said you could enjoy yourself alone?”
“W-what are you talking about!”
Vita naturally denied Carlisle's sudden accusation, but—
“I held back because I was worried it might hurt… Looks like you're already feeling better?”
“N-no, it hurts!”
“Oh, really?”
Smack-
Carlisle slapped Vita's buttock once more.
“Does it normally release this much fluid when it hurts? Is that just your constitution, Bianca?”
The embarrassment of being slapped and the wave of self-loathing at being unable to refute Carlisle's words left Vita speechless.
He was embarrassed, and at the same time, for some reason, angry.
Perhaps because Carlisle had slapped the uninjured side, it gave him a strange sensation.
At some point, frightened and unsettled by the unfamiliar situation, Vita shouted.
“Then what am I supposed to do when my body is like this?!”
It was true that the pain had lessened considerably since the beginning, and his absurdly sensitive body was producing other sensations.
“I don't want this to happen!”
He wasn't exaggerating. It was the truth.
“I'm telling you, I don't want this either!”
Vita spoke out of frustration, unaware of how much those words—his angry, aggrieved insistence on his innocence, which truly meant that Carlisle had touched him and made him this way—were fanning the flames in the listening man's heart.
“Haa—seriously.”
He was really good at acting cute.
Carlisle snorted with laughter, unable to hold it in.
“You think this is funny?”
Vita had expected an argument, but Carlisle merely laughed. Flustered, Vita watched as Carlisle approached again and pressed his lips to Vita's. He was simply too cute.
***
“Mmph…”
And the kiss began again.
It always went the same way.
Vita resisted, but Carlisle subdued him.
Though it looked coercive, the reality was slightly different: Vita was simply being swept away.
The two in the nurse's office were, for the moment, simply a man and a woman.
In an instant, the air around them grew hot and stifling.
Vita's body as Bianca was far too lewd and sensitive.
By the time Carlisle had begun gently kneading his buttocks under the guise of a massage, the secret, tender hollow between his thighs had already grown wet.
Smooch- Ngh-
Carlisle kissed Vita deeply and quickly undid the buttons. His cold hand slipped between the parted front of Vita's blouse and settled over his bra.
When Vita's modestly sized breasts fit into his hand,
“Hngh—!”
Vita nearly lost his breath.
In all his life, Carlisle Schultz had never seen a woman so lewd that merely having her breasts touched could make her climax.
Vita's pretty amethyst eyes had quickly gone soft and hazy, his cheeks flushed bright red.
The bare breasts rising and falling rapidly in his hand, along with every honest reaction of Vita's body, all aroused him.
The more that happened, the lower Carlisle Schultz's voice became.
“…Tell me, Bianca. Why are you so wet?”
“…N-nooo, I'm not wet.”
“Are you going to keep lying?”
They exchanged those words in whispers, their faces only a hand's breadth apart.
Beneath the navy school-uniform skirt,
the panties had already been pulled down to the calves, while Carlisle's large hand had taken their place.
Having completely taken control of Vita's intimate folds, Carlisle soon moved his long middle finger very slowly.
He pressed down lightly but firmly on the damp cleft at the center.
“Hyaa—!”
Vita could no longer hold back. He let out a loud moan, then covered his mouth. He had no idea how lewd he looked, trying so hard to stifle it.
“Haa—haa—”
Their eyes met.
At least Carlisle had shown the bare minimum of sense earlier and placed a pillow beneath Vita's injured buttocks.
‘It won't hurt my butt… right?’
After confirming Vita's expression, completely steeped in pleasure, Carlisle made up his mind. Stroking Vita's head, he said,
“No one is coming. If someone does, I'll stop immediately.”
Then he pulled a condom from inside his clothes. Stopping now was impossible.
‘Tell him to stop right now.’
Vita thought it, but his body wouldn't obey.
‘This feeling is cheating…’
Honestly, it felt good. His dignity as a man had disappeared long ago.
He wasn't even sure whether his desire to resist was genuine.
“Can I do it…? Bianca.”
What kind of absurd twist was this?
This brazen delinquent had pushed things this far, yet was suddenly asking for permission.
He had even pulled his member out of his pants and put on a condom already!
While still dumbfounded, Vita took another look at its size and squeezed his eyes shut.
‘Why is it so big…?’
That was going inside me?
No, actually, it had already gone inside before, but the memory of that sensation made his thighs tremble.
He felt an absurd sense of defeat. Strangely, it made him angry.
But beyond that, there was a very subtle sense of anticipation…
‘No, no.’
It wasn't anticipation.
‘What am I thinking?!’
Vita was horrified by his own thought. So naturally, he voiced a refusal.
“F-fine, do it…!”
That was what he thought he'd said.
Huh? What? What had just come out of my mouth…?
“All right, then.”
“No, wait…! I said that wrong!”
But it was already too late.
Before he knew it, Carlisle had pushed his member into Vita's wet opening, without a moment's hesitation.
Pss—
As though ridges and grooves had fit perfectly together, without the slightest gap, the large male organ filled Vita's inner passage—
…!
Vita's breath caught in his throat.
Just as a sensation of white flashes filled his vision and a tingling shot through his hands and feet, his consciousness began to fade.
Rattle-
Suddenly, the nurse's-office door opened.