First Date Night

As Tomoko gently massaged Junta's head, memories of her mother flooded her mind. She recalled how her mother used to do the same for her, her touch a source of immense comfort and love. Those tender moments, now bittersweet, brought a sense of longing. Tomoko's mother, who had passed away when she was just thirteen, had been a beacon of nurturing care, leaving a void in her life.

In the quiet of the changing room, with Junta resting under her care, Tomoko felt a deep connection to those cherished memories. The sadness of her loss mingled with the warmth of the love she once felt. It was a rare moment of vulnerability for Tomoko, a glimpse into the depths of her heart, where the tenderness of her mother lived on.

****

Lying there, feeling Tomoko's hands working through my hair, it was kind of wild. Her fingers moved like she knew exactly what she was doing, easing the tightness in my head like some kind of head massage ninja. There was this warmth in her touch that was super chill, making me feel all kinds of relaxed and cared for, like never before.

Tomoko being so close, it wasn't just her massage skills that got to me. Her scent was this cool mix of cherry blossoms and roses, with a hint of something sweet, maybe vanilla? It was like her natural vibe, super comforting, and totally grounding.

Chilling on the bench, with Tomoko looking after me, I felt this wave of peace, like everything was just right. It was a whole new side of her I hadn't seen – caring, and kind of motherly, but in a good way. Not just the school idol everyone goes crazy over, but someone real and down-to-earth.

I started thinking, "Hey, maybe Tomoko could be an awesome girlfriend." It was a neat thought, kinda exciting. Then it hit me – people are like onions, you know, with layers. Maybe this kind, attentive Tomoko was the real deal. Behind all the school drama and the idol stuff, maybe she was different, more real.

So, I decided to spill the beans about my girl allergy. It's always been this super embarrassing thing to talk about, especially with someone like Tomoko. But right then, it felt okay, kinda safe.

Tomoko listened, really listened, and her eyes were all understanding. After I spilled it all, she said she'd help me out, even though she joked it might get rough.

Finding out this side of Tomoko stirred something inside me, some feeling I couldn't quite put my finger on but knew it was big. Just then, we got snapped back to the real world by noises from the gym. The gymnastics team was wrapping up, and the girls were heading our way. Tomoko looked shocked – we totally lost track of time.

Quick as a flash, she helped me up and stuffed me into a locker. "Hide in here," she whispered, a mix of "we're in trouble" and "this is kinda fun" in her voice. I crammed myself into the locker just as the changing room door flew open, and the team came in, all chatty and giggly.

Peeking through the locker slats, I saw bits of the changing room, the team doing their thing. My heart was racing, partly from the crazy hiding spot and partly from being so close to Tomoko just a minute ago.

****

As the girls gathered on the gym floor, ready for practice, Junta peered through the narrow gap of the changing room door. Among the bustling group, he spotted Ami's best friend, Takanashi Kotomi.

A female teacher, clipboard in hand, addressed the team, announcing that for the upcoming sports festival, Saeki Tomoko and Takanashi Kotomi had been chosen to represent the team in a special performance.

There was a ripple of applause and cheers among the girls. Kotomi, however, wore a look of frustration. She was a gymnastics prodigy, having started at a young age and already bagging several competition wins. In her eyes, she was the real star of the team.

And now, Tomoko, a complete newbie with no real gymnastics skills, was chosen alongside her? Sure, Tomoko was all soft and flexible and had an impressive physique, but Kotomi always thought that Tomoko, with her height and body type, was more suited to being a gravure idol than a gymnast.

After all, wasn't gymnastics meant for smaller, more compact girls like herself? The decision baffled her – why would the teachers pick someone so inexperienced like Tomoko to be a representative?

Kotomi's irritation boiled over. She couldn't hold back her frustration any longer. With a defiant raise of her hand, she voiced her complaint, spilling out her thoughts. She brought up some unsavory rumors about Tomoko, suggesting that using her as a representative could tarnish the team's reputation. Her voice grew louder as she recounted the scandalous events at Sea Zone, where Tomoko had asked Junta to peek under the table to check inside her skirt.

The gym fell into a stunned silence. Everyone eyes wide with shock. The accusation hung heavily in the air, a cloud of disbelief and surprise enveloping the team. Whispers and murmurs began to spread, and the atmosphere shifted from one of excitement about the sports festival to one rife with scandal and speculation.

In the changing room, Junta felt a surge of panic. He realized the situation was spiraling out of control. Kotomi's words were spreading like wildfire, and Tomoko, who had shown him such kindness, was now at the center of a growing storm of rumors and gossip.

Tomoko clenched her fists, her frustration simmering just below the surface. She saw Kotomi's outburst as a deliberate attack, possibly orchestrated by Ami's circle to undermine her. With a determined step forward, she confronted Kotomi, her voice steady but laced with anger. "Why are you saying these bad things about me?! Do you have any evidence, Takanashi?"

Kotomi faltered, realizing her mistake; she had zero evidence. Regret washed over her; she wished she had taken photos at Sea Zone to support her claims. The gymnastics team and the teacher, sensing the lack of proof behind Kotomi's accusations, quickly rallied back to Tomoko's side. The teacher, in particular, issued a stern warning to Kotomi about the gravity of spreading rumors and scandals without solid evidence.

Kotomi was seething with rage. She felt unheard and dismissed, her truth overshadowed by the lack of proof. A deep-seated hatred for the lying bitch Saeki Tomoko began to take root in her heart, fueled by the day's events and the disbelief of her peers.

****

Later, at home, Kotomi vented her frustrations to her older brother, Takanashi Yuzuru. Yuzuru, a university student, exuded a dark, mysterious aura, dressed in all black. He listened with a detached air, reminding Kotomi that she was old enough to handle her own issues and expressing his disinterest in high school dramas. Yet, despite his initial reluctance, he agreed to help her one last time.

Intriguingly, without needing further details from Kotomi, Yuzuru seemed to already know the crux of the matter. His eyes narrowed slightly as he asked, "So… her name is… Saeki Tomoko?" There was a hint of curiosity in his voice, a subtle shift in his demeanor that suggested this was more than just a sibling lending a hand.

****

In the eerie quiet of her hidden headquarters, nestled within the remnants of a long-closed amusement park, the DNA operator sat immersed in a sea of glowing screens and flickering data.

Her mind was a battlefield, torn between professional duty and the unexpected surge of emotions that Junta, both in his Mega-playboy form and as his normal self, had ignited within her.

The thought of the necklace he had bought for her, intended as a symbol of a connection she hadn't anticipated, lingered in her thoughts, adding layers of complexity to her already tumultuous feelings.

But at the end, she knew the stakes were high; any failure in her mission could have catastrophic consequences, not just for her but potentially altering the course of history itself.

As she delved deeper into her work, running countless simulations with her advanced AI, she sought a solution, a more effective plan to control the rapidly escalating situation. The screens around her flickered with possibilities, probabilities, and predictions, each one a potential path to success or disaster.

Injuries from her confrontation with the Tanaka brothers at the Sea Zone, though initially ignored, began to take their toll. Her body, pushed to its limits both physically and mentally, betrayed signs of strain.

Finally, in a moment as sudden as it was unexpected, her strength gave way. Exhaustion, fueled by her injuries and the emotional turmoil that had been simmering beneath her stoic surface, overcame her. The room spun around her, the glowing screens blurring into a cascade of lights as she felt herself slipping away from consciousness.

A few days later…

The Tokyo skyline, ablaze with the vibrant hues of dusk, set the stage for a date night filled with anticipation and unspoken desires. The city, alive with its usual nocturnal symphony, seemed to pause for a moment as if to bear witness to the unfolding drama between Junta and Tomoko.

****

Right outside Saeki's apartment, my head was like a tornado. The DNA operator, who I used to be all into, now felt like this big, dark cloud over my heart, especially after all the stuff she pulled at the Sea Zone.

But then there was Saeki. The chill, softer side that I got to see during our adventures was slowly but surely making me like her more. And, man, the way she brings out the Mega-playboy in me is just crazy.

I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that time just flew by. I barely noticed it until Saeki showed up, looking absolutely stunning. She was wearing this black leather dress with a heart-shaped cutout that just screamed "look here" at her amazing cleavage. That pearl necklace she had on, kind of like the one I bought at Grand Gorgeous 21... but still different, added this classy vibe to her bold, sexy outfit.

Her mini skirt, paired with those fishnet stockings and leather platform sandals, made her legs look endless. And her hair done up in twin ponytails? Gave her this fun, quirky edge. The light makeup only amped up her natural beauty, making her look both super cute and insanely gorgeous.

But what really caught my eye was her twin ponytails. It wasn't just a style thing. It felt like a subtle jab at Takanashi Kotomi, known for her twin tail hairstyle. In our high school's social scene, this seemed like a likely revenge for Takanashi badmouthing her at the gym...

I couldn't help but notice what Saeki was doing with her hair. It showed she could be playful but also wasn't afraid to throw down, which just mixed up my feelings even more.

Deep down, past my shy, awkward self and beyond the Mega-playboy act, I realized something kind of surprising. The idea of girls competing for my attention, these little rivalry games, was secretly a big turn-on.

And the thing is, Takanashi never set off my female allergy thing, while Saeki, she's like the shining star of Fukoma's beauty galaxy, infinite light-years ahead in hotness. It's like comparing the explosive impact of the big bang to a dimly glowing firefly in terms of allure – one's creating universes of admiration, while the other's barely noticeable in the shadows.

Watching Saeki, the Mega-playboy in me was totally coming alive, completely taken in by her beauty. But just when I was getting into the whole scene, something happened that totally interrupted our moment.

****

From a nearby vantage point, the DNA operator had been watching, her mission clear in her mind. Determined to prevent any further escalation of Junta's transformations, she prepared to shoot him with a powerful tranquilizer. She had planned everything meticulously, knowing that by tomorrow she would have the correct bullet to rectify her earlier mistake.

But as she took her shot, Junta, now in his Mega-playboy mode, sensed her presence. In a breathtaking display of agility and newfound power, he swept Tomoko into his arms, and they vanished, leaving the DNA operator staring in disbelief. This unforeseen ability was beyond anything she had anticipated, throwing her plans into disarray once again.

In that electrifying moment, Junta and Tomoko reappeared in the love hotel district, miles away from the familiarity of Tomoko's apartment. The sudden teleportation, a leap through the cityscape, left Tomoko momentarily stunned. She had witnessed Junta's extraordinary speed at the Sea Zone, but this was an entirely new level of his capabilities – teleportation.

The initial shock, however, was swiftly eclipsed by the overwhelming presence of the Mega-playboy. The sensation of being in his arms, so close and intimate, was like a dream woven from the threads of her deepest fantasies. It harkened back to the Sea Zone, where he had heroically saved her, igniting a flame of desire and admiration within her.

As Tomoko's eyes adjusted to the neon-lit surroundings, the realization dawned upon her – they were in the love hotel district, a place laden with unspoken intentions and desires. The implication of their location wasn't lost on her; it was as if the night itself was conspiring to script a momentous chapter in their story, one that would mark the beginning of the Mega-playboy's legacy.

Despite the suggestive setting, Tomoko found herself more than willing to be part of this historic night. The vibrant Tokyo evening, with its myriad of glowing neon lights from the modern stylish love hotels, cast a romantic, almost surreal glow over the moment.

As they walked, Junta's eyes caught sight of two parked cars – a white mini-van and a black family SUV, positioned parallel to each other, leaving a secluded space between them. A sudden idea sparked in his mind, a playful urge to seize a private moment away from the world.

Turning to Tomoko, he saw the gentle street lamp light reflecting in her eyes, casting her in an ethereal light. Without a word, he reached for her hand, feeling the familiar warmth of her touch. Tomoko, always up for spontaneous ideas, followed him with a curious smile, her trust in him evident in her gentle grip.

As Junta was leading her towards the space between the two vehicles, Tomoko felt a surge of excitement. It was as if they were stepping into a secret world, hidden from view, a small intimate alcove in the midst of the urban landscape.

The sounds of the city seemed to fade, replaced by the soft rustling of a gentle breeze and the distant hum of nightlife.

Between the two parked cars, Junta lifted Tomoko's tight leather mini-skirt until he could hook his fingers in her panties, and started tugging them down. As they started to get fairly low, and he found himself having to bend forward, started kissing and nibbling down her neck, and pressing against her.

Her motions only helped him get the panties off her, and as he started bending lower, with one hand she reached down to hold up her skirt as she leaned against the mini-van so that she could push her hips forward. When the panties were down past her knees, she stepped out of them, and with the hand that wasn't holding her skirt up, she tugged Junta forward, so that she could feel his breath in her most private area as he took the panties from her hand.

Then he surprised her. Tucking her panties into a pocket, he leaned that last inch and kissed her between the legs, his smooth face cool against the hot skin of her thighs, his nose pressing into her mound as his tongue lapped out like a cat's, and drew back while pressing upwards, his taste buds drawing across her, gathering up the juices she was producing in shocking abundance with his tongue, then humming slightly as he swallowed.

He was tasting a pussy for the first time, an unique odor of Tomoko's arousal wafting up to greet him. The moment Tomoko's outer lips slid into his mouth, a burst of the feminine essence enveloped his senses. Tomoko was unbelievably juicy, as he savored the morsel, the juices streamed down his chin, unheeded, like a faucet that had forgotten its purpose to restrain.

The richness of her flavor, her freshness, it all seemed to trigger something deep within Junta, tapping into an inner craving he never knew he had. It was as if his DNA, in its quest for the ultimate sensory experience, had found a new obsession in the form of Tomoko's pussy.

As he hummed, the vibrations seemed to echo around inside her, pressing into every sensitive spot on her body, touching all of them at once from the inside. Spreading her legs, she tried to chase the tip of his tongue with her sex, not caring where she was, or who might be passing by.

****

I started standing up again, the taste of Saeki's pussy on my tongue, my right hand sliding up the inside of her thigh, until my fingers cupped her there, the middle finger curling up inside her cleft. I could see something in her eyes that told me that if we didn't get a room right now, she'd want me to take her virginity right here, on the street between two parked cars, and to hell with any consequences of getting caught by anyone.

A foreign couple with blond hairs, seemingly in high spirits, walked by the two parked cars. The man made comments in some other language, but the tone of voice was frankly admiring, as was the way his eyes moved over Saeki.

The couple, who appeared to be in their late twenties, had an air of joviality about them, likely enhanced by a few drinks from a nearby establishment.

As Saeki flushed, and her nipples visibly hardened under the admiration, the man clapped me on the shoulder in male camaraderie, then said to Saeki in rather fluent Japanese "That was you we heard, wasn't it? My lover and I would like to find out if you're always such a screamer..."

The woman, sweetly figured, was looking at me with a strange expression, then quickly shook her head and grabbed onto the man's arm, pulling him away. As they were leaving, she looked back over her shoulder toward me, winking as she waved.

I could hear Saeki take a deep breath then release it as I turned to look at the foreign couple. I looked at her, the way her breasts heaved from her breathing, the nipples were hard and protuberant, the way her hand was squeezed between her thighs, and smiled at her, causing her heart to throb suddenly.

"Saeki-chan… and I bet right now, you're more excited now than you've ever been before, aren't you?

When she didn't answer for several seconds, I gripped her wrist and pulled her hand slowly away from her crotch, somehow nearly completely unsurprised to find her hand coated with her juices, a silent signal of her arousal. Confronted with the evidence, she nodded, her face turning red. With a finger under her chin, I tipped her head back until she was meeting my gaze, and licked her juices from her fingers.

"It's ok. BE excited. It's part of what makes you exciting. If you hadn't been excited out there in the hall, he wouldn't have said that. You are VERY exciting to men, and I'm sure you know it. But we may not be this lucky the next time we get caught, let's switch to another spot."

She nodded, her face painted in a deep shade of red, still pushing her hips forward, trying to get my finger deeper into her, then let go of her tight skirt, letting the fabric pool on my hand and wrist as she stopped leaning against the mini-van, her thighs pressing my fingers harder against her before I took it out from under her skirt and sniffed it, appreciating the now familiar odor of her arousal.

Then Saeki looked me in the eyes, took my index and middle fingers in her mouth, and sucked on them, then slowly pulled them from her mouth, her tongue curling around the tips before she let them go, wishing to get to any one of the love hotels nearby immediately.

****

Yet, Junta had something else in mind. Steering clear of the hotel lobbies, he led her by the hand to a secluded back alley. The shift from the bright lights to the dimly lit alley added an element of mystery and excitement to the evening.

Pressing her gently against the wall, Junta leaned in, his voice a whisper in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "I know you like this… thrilling experience…" he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. The intimacy of the moment, coupled with the thrill of the unexpected, was intoxicating.

Meanwhile, the DNA operator, in her relentless pursuit, navigated the night sky on her futuristic flying bike. She scanned the cityscape, her eyes darting through the maze of buildings, searching desperately for the elusive couple. As she flew, a bolt of lightning tore through the neon-drenched sky, followed by the ominous rumble of thunder. The impending rain seemed to echo her growing sense of dread, a foreboding sign that the beginning of the irreversible Mega-playboy's history was drawing near.