The bathroom door opened, steam curling out as the treasure was finally set free.

Aiko stepped into the bedroom on shaky legs, the oversized white towel clutched tight around her slender frame. It barely reached mid-thigh, the damp fabric clinging to the gentle swell of her hips and the soft curve of her small breasts.

Her red twintails hung loose and slightly wet, a few rebellious strands plastered to her flushed neck and cheeks. The vanilla-strawberry scent of her bath oil drifted ahead of her, clashing deliciously with the hungry way her knees knocked together before she forced them still.

Nash, sitting on the edge of the bed, looked up slowly, eyes tracing her from the tips of her twintails all the way down to her toes curling against the carpet.

A cocky grin bloomed at the corner of his mouth.

"Well, well," he said. "Look who finally stopped hiding in there. You took so long I almost thought you were gonna forfeit this round, Aiko."

A little challenge and teasing, the perfect cocktail to trigger her. Her face ignited immediately.

"S-Shut up! I wasn’t hiding, you idiot! I was just... preparing! And don’t look at me like you’ve already won or something!"

She hugged the towel tighter, but her eyes betrayed her, darting across his abs, lingering on the sharp V-line disappearing under the towel before snapping back to his face. Her thighs pressed together again, a tiny, unconscious rub that made the towel shift higher.

Nash stood up slowly, towering over her. The movement made the muscles in his shoulders and chest flex, water droplets from earlier still tracing faint paths down his skin.

He stepped close enough that she had to tilt her head back to glare at him, but he didn’t grab or rush. Instead he reached out and brushed a wet strand of red hair behind her ear, fingers lingering just long enough for her to feel the warmth.

"Preparing, huh?" He chuckled. "Cute. But you’re not fooling me. Your cheeks are the same color as those twintails, and you’re squirming like you’re already losing the fight. Come on, don’t tell me the great Aiko Tanaka is nervous about facing me one-on-one."

Aiko’s breath hitched audibly. Suddenly, her anxiety dropped and something else started rising in her.

"I-I am not nervous! And stop calling me that like we’re in some stupid match!"

Her voice cracked on the last word, but her body leaned in half an inch despite herself, drawn to the heat of his bare chest.

It was strange, minutes ago, he was the gentle type, and that made her feel worried.

Now however, he was that annoying overconfident idiot she couldn’t get out of her head.

And the more he talked, the more she felt heated up.

Her free hand twitched at her side, fingers curling like she wanted to shove him away... or pull him closer.

Nash’s grin sharpened.

"Then prove it." He cupped her chin gently, thumb brushing her lower lip. "Stop hiding behind that towel and that big mouth of yours. Show me how much of a pro you are."

Before she could fire back, he leaned down and captured her lips.

It was their first real kiss, alone that is, no distractions, no people around, just she and him.

His mouth was warm, firm, tasting faintly of mint. His lips moved slowly and deeply, parting hers with a gentle press of his tongue that encouraged her to fight back.

Aiko made a muffled "Mmph—!" of protest, hands flying up to push at his chest, but the second her palms met hot, solid muscle, her fingers spread wide instead, clutching.

Lust: 79% ↑

Her tongue met his shyly at first, hesitant, inexperienced, then with sudden, desperate little strokes, like she was arguing with him even now.

The kiss deepened. Nash tilted his head, sucking on her lower lip before sliding his tongue deeper, coaxing hers into a slow, wet dance.

Aiko whimpered into his mouth, the sound high and shaky, her knees buckling slightly. When he pulled back just enough for air, a thin string of saliva connected them.

She was panting, lips glossy and swollen.

"Y-You... you kissed me like that..." she whispered. "Idiot... don’t... don’t do it so suddenly..."

Nash’s breath brushed her ear as he leaned in again.

"Suddenly? I’ve been waiting to do this for weeks."

He kissed her again, harder this time, backing her up until her shoulders met the cool wall beside the door. One thick thigh slid between her legs, pressing the towel up against her most precious part with just enough pressure to make her gasp.

Aiko’s eyes flew wide.

"Ah—! W-Wait, Nash—! That’s... that’s my—!"

Her hips jerked forward instinctively, grinding once against his thigh before she caught herself and tried to pull back. Her hands fisted against his chest, pushing weakly, but her thighs clamped around his leg, betraying her completely.

He broke the kiss just long enough to murmur against her neck.

"See? Your body’s already voting against you. So cute."

His lips trailed down the side of her throat, sucking lightly on the sensitive skin just below her ear until she shivered hard. One large hand slid to her waist, fingers splaying possessively over the towel.

Aiko’s head fell back against the wall with a soft thud.

"D-Don’t call me cute while you’re... ahh... doing that! It’s embarrassing—!" But her neck arched, offering him more skin, her breathing quick and shallow.

Nash smiled against her pulse.

"Then stop making such cute noises." His hand tugged at the top of the towel. "May I? Or are you gonna keep pretending you don’t want me to see every inch of my favorite rival?"

Her cheeks burned crimson. This guy was such a menace with his tongue... In many ways.

"J-Just do it already, you cocky jerk! Stop asking like some gentleman when you’re clearly enjoying this too much—!"

The towel dropped.

Aiko stood completely naked before him, her pale skin glowing under the lamp, red twintails framing her flushed face like fire.

Her body was petite and perfect, small, perky breasts with tight pink nipples already pebbled, narrow waist, soft hips, smooth hairless mound, and long, trembling legs.

She tried to cover herself with her arms, but Nash caught both wrists in one big hand and pinned them gently but firmly above her head against the wall.

"Don’t," he said. "I want to look. You’ve been hiding this from me long enough." His free hand traced down her side, thumb brushing the underside of one breast. Aiko gasped sharply, body arching.

"N-Nash—! Don’t stare like that... it’s too much—!"

Her voice was pure panic, but her nipples tightened further under his gaze, and a fresh sheen of wetness glistened between her thighs.

He leaned in, chest brushing her sensitive peaks, and kissed her again deeply, tongue stroking hers until she moaned into it.

Then he broke away to trail open-mouthed kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, and finally closed his lips around one stiff nipple.

Aiko cried out.

"Haa—! T-That’s... my breast—! You can’t just—ahhnn—!"

Her back bowed, pushing the small mound harder into his mouth. Nash sucked firmly, tongue flicking the peak in slow, teasing circles while his teeth grazed just enough to make her jolt.

His hand cupped the other breast, thumb rolling the nipple in perfect sync. She was panting, hips rocking uselessly against his thigh, leaving a small wet spot on the towel still around his hips.

He switched sides, lavishing the same attention on her other nipple until both were shiny and swollen. Aiko’s head thrashed side to side, red twintails whipping.

"I-I hate how good that feels... You’re supposed to be an idiot, not... not making me feel like this...!"

Nash pulled back with a wet pop, eyes dark with that thrill, the satisfaction of watching this proud, fiery tsundere unravel under his touch.

"Rivals take each other apart, don’t they? And you’re falling apart so beautifully already."

His hand slid lower, palm gliding over her soft stomach until his fingers brushed the smooth, slick heat between her legs. He cupped her possessively, feeling how drenched she was.

Aiko’s whole body jerked.

"W-Wait—! Not there—! That’s... that’s too embarrassing—!" But her thighs parted wider, inviting him despite the protest.

He kissed her mouth again, swallowing her whimpers as two thick fingers parted her folds and circled her swollen clit with slow, firm pressure.

"So wet for your rival," he murmured against her lips. "You’ve been aching for this, haven’t you? Admit it."

"I-I won’t admit—ahh—anything—!"

But her hips rolled forward, chasing his fingers.

Lust: 84% ↑

Nash slipped one finger inside her tight, virgin entrance, curling gently. Aiko’s eyes snapped wide, a broken moan tearing from her throat.

"I-It’s inside...! Nash, it’s... it’s stretching—!"

"Easy," he soothed. "You’re doing so well. Just breathe and let me take care of you."

He pumped slowly, adding a second finger when she started rocking in time, scissoring gently to open her while his thumb never left her clit.

Lust: 87% ↑

Aiko was losing it. Every thrust drew a new sound, high whimpers mixed with half-formed protests.

"D-Don’t go deeper—! It feels weird and... aahn—! I-I’m not... hhnn—!" Her inner walls trembled around his fingers, slick sounds filling the room as she grew wetter.

Nash watched her face the entire time, flushed cheeks, glassy eyes, parted lips, feeling that deep, degrading thrill of reducing the tsundere cutie who always acted tough into a dripping, moaning mess pinned against the wall.

He curled his fingers harder, hitting that sensitive spot inside while his thumb pressed firm circles on her clit.

Aiko’s breathing turned ragged.

"N-Nash—! Something’s... something’s building—! I can’t— I’m gonna—!"

Affection: 78% ↑

Lust: 92% ↑

Trust: 75% ↑

Bond Sync: 4/5 – Rival Flames

But he didn’t stop.

"Let it happen, Aiko. Come for me. Show your rival how much you’ve been holding back."

Her body tensed like a bowstring. Thighs shaking violently, wrists straining against his grip, she cried out, loudly, shamelessly, broken.

A sudden, powerful gush of clear fluid squirted around his fingers, soaking his hand, her thighs, and the carpet beneath her as her orgasm broke through her in violent, pulsing waves.

Her eyes rolled back, mouth open in a loud moan that finally tore free as a high, keening wail.

Her entire petite frame convulsed against the wall, red twintails thrashing, breasts heaving with every aftershock.

Nash held her through it, fingers moving gently to draw out every last drop, a satisfied grin on his face as he watched the proud girl completely shatter for the very first time.