No One Would Ever Suspect that the Perfect Angel I’m Secretly Dating is Actually "Experienced" — Part 1

 

“Shall we do something naughty?”

Her face was beet red as she said that while wrapping her arms around me.

“Mm… Ah…”

A soft, suppressed voice rose from her slender body beneath me, and then—

“Isn’t Hiiragi-san adorable today, too?”

“Right? She’s totally an angel. You agree, don’t you, Chisa?”

It was lunchtime in the school cafeteria during the deepening autumn of October, and my two friends, Kizaki and Shiramine, who were sitting across from me, asked me—Tokito Chisa—about “Hiiragi-san,” a girl who was often called an “angel.”

I slurped my ramen before answering.

“Hmm, she’s just a normal girl, right? She’s neat and cute, though, I’ll give you that.”

Immediately, both of them responded in unison:

“Ah, you don’t get it! That’s why you’re still a virgin!”

They shook their heads, so I replied:

“Pretty sure you guys are virgins, too.”

That was a ‘lie.’

The lie wasn’t about Kizaki and Shiramine not being virgins. The lie was just one character—mo (も) in Japanese—meaning “too.”

In other words… it means that I am not a virgin anymore. As of just yesterday.

You might be wondering, “Why lie about it?” The reason is simple—once you say it, you can’t take it back. And naturally, the next question would be, “Who did you do it with?”

“W-well, uh, yesterday with… the ‘Angel.’”

Who in their right mind would be able to say that? While my friends were shouting “I wanna be in the same group as Hiiragi for the school trip!” looking forward to the upcoming trip, my mind wandered back to yesterday.

“Chisa-kun~”

“Hmm?”

“I’m really tired today. Can you give me a shoulder massage?”

“You’re acting like a little kid. …Well, I guess it must be tiring.”

“Yeah, being an ‘angel’ is really exhausting, you know~”

It was yesterday after school, in the room of my girlfriend—Hiiragi Hina, known as the ‘Angel.’ We’ve been dating for almost four months. I had accepted her invitation, “Want to come over for some tea?” and here I was.

“Alright, your shoulders then.”

I moved behind her in her school uniform. She had tied her lustrous hair into a ponytail, making it easier to massage her shoulders, but the sight of her exposed nape made my heart skip a beat.

Wait a minute, something felt different.

“Did you change your shampoo?”

Was that a creepy question? I began to second-guess myself, but she answered normally.

“I did! You noticed, I’m impressed. …Which scent do you like more?”

I thought for a moment before answering.

“Hmm, I think I like the current one. It’s refreshing.”

The ‘Angel,’ with a relaxed smile not seen at school, replied, “Hehe, thank you~,” and I placed my hands on her much smaller shoulders.

“Mm… Nnh…”

She let out faint, slightly sultry sounds, clearly enjoying the massage (in more ways than one).

After a while, when she seemed satisfied, Hina placed her hand over mine, which was resting on her shoulder. She gently tugged at my hand, and before I knew it, she had wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into a back hug.

“…Hina-san? This is kind of embarrassing, this position.”

“I’m embarrassed, too. …Is it bad?”

“…You’re really needy today.”

“Shut up, boy.”

We stayed like that for a while, our body heat mingling. The supposedly refreshing scent of her shampoo felt strangely sweet. The warmth lured me into reminiscing about how we ended up together.

“It’s Tokito-kun, right? Nice to meet you.”

It was back in April, six months ago, when we had just started our second year of high school and had been shuffled into new classes. By sheer bad luck—or good luck, in hindsight—I was assigned to be a class representative with the ‘Angel.’ We were chosen by lottery. Most of the guys in the class were quietly celebrating, thinking, “I’m in the same class as the ‘Angel’!” while she greeted me for the first time.

“Nice to meet you too, Hiiragi-san.”

She nodded and smiled, and I almost found myself captivated. Even though I had heard rumors about the stunning beauty in our grade, seeing her up close was something else entirely. I understood why she had been given the extravagant nickname ‘Angel’—she was just that captivating.

On top of that—

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