Declaration of War

The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the quaint Machiya, the traditional Japanese wooden townhouse that housed Momonari's time shop. Its rustic charm blended seamlessly with the bustling streets of Tokyo, a testament to the city's ability to intertwine the past and present. On the second floor, tucked away from the world below, lay Junta's bedroom, a sanctuary of teenage dreams and solace.

As Junta slowly opened his eyes, the comforting softness beneath his head seemed heavenly, the most comfortable pillow he had ever known. But reality, as it often does, held a twist. His eyes widened in shock as he realized that this 'pillow' was, in fact, Saeki Tomoko's buttocks!

The events of last night at the Sea Zone came flooding back to him - his transformation into the suave Mega-playboy, the dramatic showdown, Tomoko falling into the water, her clothes drenched, and the exhaustion that enveloped them both as he escorted her home.

Now back in his normal, shy form, Junta felt the familiar stirrings of his "female allergy." His stomach churned violently, threatening to embarrass him once again in the most ungracious manner. He scrambled away, his face a palette of panic and confusion.

Tomoko, meanwhile, woke up with a start, finding herself clad only in unfamiliar white lacy bras and panties. She remembered falling asleep in her tank top and hot pants. A smile played on her lips as a thought crossed her mind - had Junta taken her virginity? Despite the unconventional circumstances, she found herself feeling oddly content with the idea.

Her movements, her vulnerability, her sheer beauty – it was all too much for Junta. Before he could process it, his persona shifted. The Mega-playboy was back, confident, charming, irresistible.

****

My head lowered, and I found myself gently biting Tomoko's collar bone near the base of her neck, my hands reaching to her back, and with a flick of a finger, skillfully unhooked her bras clasp.

She allowed one cup of her bras to slip off of her arm and the cup fell away from her breast. Now that one of her nipples was exposed to the cool air of the room, and the air I was blowing on her, my own breath was surely hot and moist on her skin. She grabbed my head with both hands, trying to pull my lips to her nipple, but I looked her in the eyes as I let her draw me close, rubbing her hard nipple with my chin instead, making her moan with a hint of frustration.

"Please… kiss me…" Her pleading fell on deaf ears, though, with my chin, I pushed the other cup of her bra off of her, exposing her other breast to the room.

She finally let go of her bras, and as she brought her hands up to brush away her silky long hair, she casually yet wittingly squeezed her bare breasts, making sure that I saw how tender her breasts and how hard her erect nipples were.

"Please Momonari-kun... my nipples need you..." Her fingers tangled in my hair, trying to force my mouth down to her heaving breasts.

Although I was supposed to be the baddest playboy ever known to humankind, I couldn't help but gasp seeing Tomoko's perfect perky breasts and adorable cherry pink nipples. They must be crafted by the divine hands of God himself. Their flawless form and elegant curvature suggested a creation born of celestial attention and care.

My head descended, my tongue traced circles around her nipple, flicking and brushing with the tip of my tongue, before I finally sucked it into my mouth, sending a rush of heat through her. The sweet milky aroma of her wonderful breasts firing my nerves, the savor of her pink nipple becoming the most satisfying flavor I could have imagined.

With her erect nipple inside the warmth of my mouth I continued to lick and suck it, making her gasp and moan with the feeling of his lips and tongue on her, her cries plainly audible even outside of my room.

Then suddenly I grabbed her wrists, pushing them above and behind her head, making her in an extremely horny and vulnerable pose, and I turned to lick her another nipple, sucking it into my mouth, my lips and tongue working on the firm tip.

I felt her trying to pull her hands from behind her, and I tightened my grip on her wrists for a moment, and she grew still, inhaling deeply, her nipple pressing into my mouth, where I could nip at it lightly with my teeth, caress it with my wet tongue and suck it, then pulled back slowly, feeling her body quiver as her nipple slipped free of my mouth.

Saeki moaned softly as her nipple escaped my mouth, the air cool on my saliva, and pushed her hips forward, letting her knees move apart with her hands still held above and behind her head, almost naturally presenting her body in the most erotic way possible.

I took a moment to admire Saeki's bosom, her very pink nipples, now delicately covered in a thin layer of my saliva, glistened enchantingly as sunlight streamed through the window. This interplay of light and moisture lent them an ethereal quality, as if they were tiny pink jewels blessed with a momentary brilliance under the sun's tender gaze.

****

As she flushed, her nipples visibly hardened under his admiration. With both her arms lifted up, her very sexy armpits were completely exposed to Junta's eyes. Her armpits were soft, smooth, hairless… just as beautifully perfect as every part of her Goddess body.

Wanting a taste, the Mega-playboy stuck out his tongue and ran it all over Miss Fukoma's armpit, delighted at the savor and the smoothness of her sensitive skin as her body quivered. Then he ran the flat of his tongue up the entire length of her other armpit, making her moan out loud.

With his handsome face buried under her bent arm, Junta continued to kiss, softly with his lips and tongue, her very smooth and delicate skin of her armpits. He found himself enjoying his heightened senses of smell, taste, touch of Tomoko's armpit and hearing the pleasures he was giving her.

As Junta licked and sucked every inch of her warm armpits, a sudden interruption shattered the moment.

Ami burst into the room, her expression a mix of concern and annoyance. "Oh! Seems like you're having a great time!" she exclaimed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I was worrying about you… how silly I was. Now this lady can take care of you, bye!"

Somehow, Junta was being knocked off of his Mega-playboy mode by Ami's party crashing.

The awkward tension in Junta's bedroom thickened as Ami, fuming with a mix of jealousy and frustration, rushed towards the door. Her sudden departure was abruptly interrupted by Junta's mother, who appeared at the doorway with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

At around 40 years old, Junta's mother, a widow who had single-handedly raised him, had a plump, comforting presence that filled the room with warmth. Her hair was curly and short, framing a face that clearly didn't fuss over appearances. She ran this small local time shop for a living, a place where the ticking of clocks was a constant companion.

"Why leave so early, dear?" she teased, her voice dripping with mock concern. "It's okay for lovers to have quarrels. Junta's father and I had our fair share..."

Ami, already overwhelmed, turned an even brighter shade of red and dashed out, leaving a trail of embarrassment behind. Junta, his face a canvas of horror and disbelief, yelled after his mother, "Mom, stop saying silly things!"

Unfazed, his mother turned to him with a knowing smile. "Sooner or later, you'll marry Ami… she is the only one for you, hehe." Her words, laden with maternal certainty, hung in the air like a prophecy.

Tomoko, still nestled in Junta's arms, found her thoughts drifting to the scene at Sea Zone. She remembered vividly how Junta, across the dining table, had asked for the necklace back, mentioning it was intended for another girl. Connecting the dots with Junta's mother's teasing remarks, Tomoko's heart sank. 'Could that other girl be Ami?' she wondered silently.

Then, Junta's mom's attention shifted to Tomoko, who was awkwardly in her white underwear. "Oh! By the way, this gorgeous lovely lady. I hope you don't mind. I saw your clothes were all wet last night… I don't want you to get a cold, so I bought these and changed them for you… they are brand new, hope you don't mind… btw, you have such a great figure! Ichiban!"

"MOM!" Junta almost screamed.

"Don't worry, I'm a cool mom, have fun!" Junta's mother laughed heartily as she walked away, leaving a trail of amusement and slight bewilderment in her wake. For her, it was a pleasant surprise to see her son, notorious for his female allergy, finally spending time with a 'real' girl, especially one as stunning as Saeki Tomoko.

As Junta's mother left the room, Tomoko's smile faltered slightly, her eyes betraying a hint of the turmoil she felt. Tomoko's grip on the necklace tightened ever so slightly. Her poised smile remained, but behind her playful eyes, a flicker of contemplation emerged. Junta's mother's remarks on Ami brought a fleeting cloud over her usually clear skies of confidence.

"UURRGGGGHHH" – The sound erupted from Junta like a volcano suddenly coming to life, violently interrupting Tomoko's train of thoughts.

His transformation back to his normal, unassuming self had reached its inevitable conclusion, triggered by the sight of Tomoko, who was the embodiment of a super gravure idol in her minimal attire. This was the tipping point for his infamous "female allergy."

A torrent of puke, reminiscent of an uncontrolled geyser, burst forth, dousing the floor in a chaotic and rather unsightly splatter. The remnants of last night's lavish seafood feast were now an abstract, if not repulsive, art display across the room.

Tomoko, with agility and a touch of luck, leaped back just in time, narrowly escaping the radius of the splatter. This was the third time she had been witness to Junta's involuntary 'vomit cannon,' and her face was a complex tapestry of horror mixed with barely contained amusement. An eyebrow arched almost involuntarily, betraying her disbelief at the sheer absurdity of the moment.

****

Monday morning arrived with a typical hustle and bustle. Ami, her face still bearing the marks of the recent tumultuous event, parked her bicycle with a slight grimace. Kotomi, bubbling with her usual curiosity, approached her.

The girls donned their winter uniforms, a striking contrast from their summer attire. The tops were loose, almost baggy, concealing their figures, adorned with a sailor collar embellished with two gold heart-shaped badges near the chest area. A broad tie nestled between the badges. Below waist, the pleated skirts ending below mid-thigh for most, and just above the knees for shorter girls like Kotomi.

As they walked towards their classroom, they discussed the bewildering events at Sea Zone. Kotomi, with a hint of admiration in her voice, pondered over the dramatic change in Junta. Ami, however, dismissed it with a scowl. "He's disgusting now," she declared, her disdain for Junta's newfound persona evident.

Kotomi, in a quieter tone, confessed her secret admiration for the Mega-playboy. This revelation hung in the air, a delicate thread of unspoken feelings and crushes.

Around the corner, Tomoko was standing there, her back casually leaning against the wall, exuding a quiet confidence, her spectacular figure and ample buxom was still gloriously on display even watching from afar.

The thick, baggy conservative uniform that was specially designed to keep the girls modest and humble, miserably failed in hiding Tomoko's unparalleled body curves.

The pleated school skirt, a couple of inches above mid-thigh, accentuated her long, fantastic legs, setting her apart from her peers.

"Thank you for helping me at Sea Zone," Tomoko began, her tone sincere. "I didn't get the chance to say it last time we met."

Ami, taken aback by this unexpected gesture, nodded awkwardly, "Uh... it was nothing."

With a graceful movement, Tomoko reached into her side pocket, pulling out the necklace. She held it out to Ami, her actions deliberate yet gentle. "It's a gift from Momonari-kun," she said, her voice steady. She paused, her beautiful eyes locking with Ami's with a serene composure. "Momonari-kun said he bought this for someone he loved..."

Then, without another word, Tomoko turned and began ascending the stairs, her poise and grace undeniable. Over her shoulder, she added softly, yet firmly, "It's a gift from the heart... take good care of it."

Ami stood in a daze, the necklace in her hand a tangible symbol of something she couldn't quite grasp.

Kotomi, who had secretly harbored feelings for the Mega-playboy, watched the exchange with a growing sense of bitterness.

As Tomoko ascended to the higher ground, she stopped briefly, turning to introduce herself with an air of refined charm. "My name is Saeki Tomoko," her voice carried a melody of confidence and grace. "And you are?"

"Kuri… Kurimoto Ami," Ami replied, her voice tinged with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

"Ami…" Tomoko echoed her name, allowing it to linger in the air for a moment. Her expression shifted to one of playful determination, and with a whimsical, gun-shaped hand gesture, she playfully warned, "Be warned, I haven't given up on Momonari yet!"

In that instant, Tomoko seemed to embody a spirit beyond the ordinary, her presence magnified by the natural elements around her. As she continued her ascent, her hair and skirt caught in the gentle embrace of the autumn breeze, creating a dance of shadows and light around her.

The sunlight, filtering through the trees, bathed her in a warm, golden hue, casting her in an ethereal light. She moved with the grace of a deity, her figure resonating with an aura of unspoken strength and allure. To the onlookers, she appeared as a modern-day Amaterasu, her beauty not just a visual feast but a display of her inner resilience and power.

Ami stood there, the necklace in her hand, a whirlpool of emotions churning within. The revelation about the necklace, Tomoko's warning, and the unspoken rivalry set the stage for a complex dance of teenage emotions and aspirations.

Kotomi waited just long enough for Tomoko to be out of earshot. Then, she leaned in closer to Ami, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Hey, don't take her too seriously, okay? Everyone knows Saeki's rep isn't exactly, you know, stellar."

Her words carried a hint of bitterness, a subtle blend of her own jealousy over the necklace meant for Ami and her thinly veiled dislike for Tomoko. Her gaze followed Tomoko's retreating figure, a complex mix of emotions flickering in her eyes.

****

The bell signaling the end of the day was like the best thing ever. Seriously, after a bunch of boring classes, I was super tired. And this whole Mega-playboy thing? Way more draining than I thought. I kinda zombie-walked through the halls, feeling like my feet were made of concrete or something, just wanting to crash on my bed.

In the middle of the crowd, some guy from another class, who looked kinda embarrassed, handed me an envelope with a cutesy heart sticker. "Uh, this is for you," he mumbled, then bolted. I was like, what the heck? But also a bit freaked out. Opening it, I found a note from Saeki, again, asking me to meet her at the gym. My heart did that weird jumpy thing.

Dragging my feet all the way to the gym, I was totally clueless about what Saeki could want. I wasn't so sure what she would think of me, after I puked in front of her, 3 times!

And there she was, in her gymnastics outfit, looking all confident but also… guess what? Super hot… very dangerous. She had this hoop with her, apparently ready to show me some dance routine she'd been practicing.

"Momonari-kun, I've been working on this dance. I really hope you like it," she said, and I could totally sense the danger incoming.

Then she turned around, and I noticed her leotard wasn't zipped up. She glanced back at me, her cheeks going a bit red. "Uh, Momonari-kun, could you...?"

Oh man, she wanted me to zip it up for her? No no! I knew it was a mission out of my capacity, but that unique sweet tone of Saeki's voice, totally irresistible. I felt my face go very hot.

"Eh… eh… ok…," I stuttered and whispered, my hands all shaky. The zipper was cold and tiny, and as I pulled it up, I was super aware of how close I was to her. Man, it was intense!

But… lucky for me, I hadn't really eaten much. Otherwise, I might've, you know, lost it right there. But even that didn't help much with the crazy mix of feelings and just being totally wiped out.

Just as the zipper got to the top, my head started spinning. The gym turned into a blur, and Saeki's voice sounded like it was coming from far away. The last thing I saw was her face looking all surprised and worried, and then everything just went black, and I totally passed out.