Just need some privacy first...

Despite her concern, you felt fine on the way home and the two of you make it back to the Fukada household without any incident. You even let Emiru feel your forehead to prove that you were still in good condition. She relaxed a bit, but you could still tell that she didn’t want to delay things more than you needed to.

As you entered the living room, you were surprised to see Mrs. Fukada sitting at the dining table, typing away on a laptop. She was still there when you left this morning, you recalled—maybe she worked from home?

“I’m home, Mother.” Emiru says politely.

Mrs. Fukada looks up and gives you a warm smile. “Ah, welcome back you two. How was your day, Ken-kun? Did you enjoy your school day?”

“I did enjoy it,” You reply. “It was very...eventful.”

“I’m glad to hear that. Now then…” She stood up, coming around the table to stand in front of you both. “How are you feeling? Do you need some relief after the day? Or-”

“Don’t worry Mother. I’m taking care of him.” Emiru says quickly. You suppress yourself from raising an eyebrow—wasn’t she nervous when she was asking you at school?

“I see. Well then, I’ll leave you two to it.” Mrs. Fukada said, nodding.

“Wait Mother. Um, could we maybe have a nicer dinner tonight? To celebrate Ken’s first day of school exchange? I think he is very brave to come here, so we should do something nice for him.” Emiru suddenly blurts out.

Mrs. Fukada thought about this for a bit. “You want me to prepare something nice? I...suppose I can. Sukiyaki maybe? I’ll need to buy ingredients…”

“T-That’s fine! We’re not going anywhere. And if you leave now, you’ll be done by the time Father returns!”

Both you and Mrs. Fukada look at Emiru with confused looks. You weren’t used to Emiru making blatant declarations like this, and you could only guess Mrs. Fukada noticed that her daughter was acting strangely as well.

“Well, if you’re so sure...today is a rather special day. Very well, then,” Turning around, Mrs. Fukada started gathering her things, preparing to go out. “You two be good now. And make sure you take care of him, Emiru-chan.”

And with that, Mrs. Fukada left you two in the living room. You shamefully noticed that you payed too much attention to the way her hips swayed as she walked out the front door.

“What was that about?” You ask, turning back to Emiru.

Immediately, her face turns red and she claps her hands in front of her face in an apologetic gesture. “S-sorry for acting weird like that. It’s just...I couldn’t handle the idea of having Mother home while we...you know...” Emiru trailed off.

You’re about to bring up the fact that Mr. and Mrs. Fukada were home yesterday when you got home from the hospital, but decide against it; if this helped Emiru feel more at ease, then so be it.

“Hey, it’s all right. I understand.” You smile and pat her head affectionately to help put her at ease.

“W-Well...let’s not stand around here. If we wait too long, then Mother might come back…” You could easily pick out the nerves in Emiru’s voice. Even though this was the second time you two were doing this, the weight of what’s about to happen feels heavier today. Then again, last night’s circumstances weren’t exactly normal, so in a sense, this is the first time you both were choosing to have sex out of your own free wills. This is how you wanted your first time to go, you realise; A guy and a girl choosing to have sex because they want to, not because one had some perverse illness that **** him to have sex with women.

“How are you feeling?” Emiru asks you once you both make it to her room and close the door.

“I’m...nervous.” You admit.

“Y-Yes. So am I.” Emiru says, fidgeting slightly.

“You don’t have to be. This is just for my fever, isn’t it?” You hoped that putting it that way would help put her at ease, but Emiru shook her head.

No. I...I’m not doing this because of your fever,” She says. “I’m doing this because I...I want to...”

Emiru clasps her hands in front of her face to hide her blushing face. Despite what she said, the two of you stand there for what feels like hours, both too nervous to make the first move.

“Um...would you like me to turn around?” You eventually ask, breaking the silence. She shook her head, but Emiru still didn’t move.

Fuck, why does this feel so much harder than yesterday?

“Let me go first,” You try to sound more confident than you felt. “You have helped me before many times, so it should be fine, right?”

“Y-Yes...you’re right.” Emiru responds, although her blush doesn’t go away. It might be imagining it, but you swear she was staring at you even more intensely now.

Doing your best to ignore her piercing gaze, you unceremoniously begin to take off your clothes, starting with your gakuran. As you loosen your tie and and unbutton your shirt underneath, you begin to fantasize about when it'd be Emiru's turn to strip in front of you. You’ve already seen her naked twice before now, but this would be the first time she’s doing it for you because she wants to, rather than out of some obligation.

Maybe she’ll do it shyly, instinctively trying to hide her body from you as she slowly takes her clothes off. Embarrassed, she might cover her privates with her arms, forcing you to gently coax her to drop them and reveal her flawless skin to you in all its pristine glory, before you lean in closer to-

You give your head a little shake to clear your daydream. Horny fantasies were no stranger to you, but having one literally right before you’re about to do the act is a new level of trash. By this point, you’ve unbuttoned your pants and pull them down, taking your underwear with it. Your dick stands at half mast, your daydream having it awoken it from its flaccid slumber.

“I’m finished.” You say.

“Yes. I guess...it’s my turn now.” Emiru nods. She still looks a little scared, but it seemed to be quickly being replaced by...a look of excitement?

Slowly, she started by loosening the ribbon around her collar, removing both it and her neck-scarf. Her fingers then moved to undo the buttons on her blouse one by one, each one revealing more of her soft skin as she did so, eventually exposing a floral pattered white bra underneath it all.

“You’re wearing a bra.” You noted.

Emiru looked down, a flash of shame coming over her face. “I put it on without thinking. Sorry. I’ll remember for next time.”

You shake your head with a small laugh. “I like when you don’t wear them, but I also find them cute. Don’t worry about what I think.” Her bra looked to be more for function than looks, but the pure white combined with her petite form still hit with you with a sense of adorableness.

Emiru’s hands go down to undo her skirt, deftly unlatching the clip. Unlike you, she gracefully bends down to lower it to the floor before folding it neatly to her side, revealing a matching set of white panties adorned with a cute pink bow in the front.

You feel your dick rise at the anticipation of what comes next. You wait with bated breath for Emiru to make her next move—would she take off her bra or panties first?

But Emiru hesitates, her raised hands freezing.

“Is something the matter?” You ask.

“I…” Emiru turns away from your gaze. “I’m sorry. I just can’t bring myself to do it yet. Can...Can we just start like this?”

“Please don’t worry. I want you to be comfortable as well.” You reply. “This is fine for us.”

For once, you weren’t just being polite; you’d already seen Emiru naked enough that your brain would kindly fill in the details for you.

“Should I...give you a blowjob again?” Emiru asks, but you shake your head.

“You have already done a lot for me. I want to make you feel good this time.” You say. You had little idea as to how to do that, but you’d give it your best shot.

Both you and Emiru sit on the edge of her bed. There’s a palpable feeling in the air, but it’s not uncomfortable this time. It was the excited tension of being with another.

“Shall we begin?” You ask, hoping not to sound too nervous.

With a nervous smile, Emiru gives you a nod in return. But before you can do anything yourself, she leans in close, kissing you right on the lips.

It felt like you could tell all the emotions Emiru was storing up were coming through as she kissed you. Nerves. Inexperience. Excitement. Desire.

...and something more?

You pull back from one another, trying to catch your breath, a thin strand of drool connecting you two like a thread. No words needed to be said between you two; you both knew what came next.

You push your lips into Emiru’s again, this time with more ****. Your light kiss this time turned into one with more passion, more desire behind it. In the midst, you prod your tongue against Emiru’s lips, asking her for permission to enter.

Her lips gave way and your tongue found hers. The movements were still awkward and shy, but in that moment, the feeling of french kissing a girl was bliss.

As your tongues danced, you begin to feel bold. Reaching around Emiru’s back, you slide your hand up bit by bit until you find the strap of her bra. Silently praying that you get this right, you tug on it with your fingers, and it pops free.

“Ah-!”

Emiru lets out a gasp and pulls away from you. The bra falls away from her chest for just a second before she instinctively folds her arms across it to keep it there.

“Is something wrong?” You ask. A pang of nervousness hits you. Did you just blow your chance?

Luckily, Emiru shakes her head. “No, I just...I’m still not used to this,” She admitted, staring down at her chest. “It’s embarrassing. I’m not that big, even compared to other girls my age. ”

“Even so, you are still beautiful,” You reply, kissing her forehead while sneaking your hand underneath her top to cup her breast. “I said it before, remember? And your tits are cute too.”

Emiru turns red, though you’re not sure if it’s embarrassment or lust, before she drops her hands from her chest, letting the bra fall to the floor and exposing her mounds completely.

Her breast still in your palm, you lean in to kiss Emiru again. As your lips lock, you gently fondle and squeeze her flesh, your fingers tracing around her areola before you lightly pinch her nipple. Emiru lets out a sharp gasp. Her kiss becomes more needy, more feverish.

To further press her, you slide your other hand up her leg to where her thigh meets her pelvis. Emiru hadn’t taken her panties off yet, so you sneak your hand underneath the cloth, until your fingers tells you it’s touching something new. And it's soaking wet.

You begin to rub it.

“Ah-! A-AH!”

At your touch, Emiru’s gasps become quicker and higher pitched, encouraging you to keep going. You pick up the speed of your fingers, and you even manage to find her bud during your fingering session.

Emiru’s body begins to shake, telling you she was nearing orgasm. An idea formed in your head. Just as she seemed to be right on the cusp of going over the edge, you pinched her clitoris between your fingers.

The shriek that came out of Emiru as she came suddenly made you grateful that she had convinced Mrs. Fukada to step outside the house before you two had begun lovemaking. As she came down from her orgasm, you were **** to catch her as her top half went limp.

“That was my first time that I tried to do that,” You say to Emiru as she leaned against you, basking in her afterglow. “Sorry if I was too rough.”

Instead of responding, Emiru pushes you onto her bed before she almost literally tears the panties off her and plunges herself on to your dick as far as it will go. She’s so wet, it slips in easily.

The pleasure almost makes you erupt then and there. A loud groan escapes from your lips at the same time Emiru lets out a squeal of her own, creating a strange harmony.

Without letting you recover, Emiru begins to rhythmically bounce on your cock. She starts slow at first, but as she gets used to the motion, she begins to pick up speed. Having been hard since you saw her strip, you’re ready to burst in no time.

“Emiru! I...I’m going to-!” You say between gasped breaths.

“Please!” She returns. “Do it, Ken! Give me your baby!”

Your dick goes crazy, shooting your load straight into her womb. As you feel the final shot pulse through you, you let out a grunt of pleasure, masking Emiru’s own whimpers. Feeling spent, you gingerly pull out of her, keeling over while catching your breath.

“So...did you enjoy that?” You ask once you recovered some. Spying a box of tissues on a bedside cabinet, you grab a fistful to wipe up the mess on your crotch, as well as hand some to Emiru.

Emiru nods as she accepts the tissues before cleaning up her own mess. You notice she’s avoiding your gaze again.

“Is something wrong?”

“No, no. It’s just…” She's still flushed.

“What?”

“Well…” Emiru hides her head in her hands out of embarrassment. “I hope I wasn’t too...forward there. I didn’t think I could get that excited. I’m not that lewd normally...”

You can’t help but chuckle at that. “It’s OK. I am sure you are the same Emiru still. But…” You flash a teasing smile. “Maybe now you would be willing to do more lewd things in the future?”

Emiru slaps you across the arm. “Shut up!” She says with a pout, but it soon dissolves into a content smile as she leans her head against your shoulder.

As much as you’d like to just stay there and recover, you eventually tell Emiru to get off you as you stand up to collect your clothes, not wanting to be interrupted by Mrs Fukada. Even if you could make the excuse that Emiru was just helping your fever, things were...different enough that doing so would feel like lying.

Hold on…

You pause just as you’re collecting your clothes and turn back to Emiru. Trying to keep your voice steady, you ask “Emiru...uh, when we did it, we did it without protection. Is that OK?”

Emiru turns back to you, her face blank. “Hm? Of course it’s OK. You'd like to get girls pregnant, right?”

“Yes, but that is for my fever,” You say back. “You said that you wanted this right? So then, if you get pregnant...”

“I did want to have sex...but it still helps you, doesn’t it?” Emiru says simply. She didn’t seem bothered in the slightest. “So I’m still happy to have your baby if it means you’ll be safe.”

You let out a small sigh of frustration. It seemed that although Emiru’s reaction towards sex changed since she wanted it this time, she still ultimately saw this as a way of helping you. Briefly, you consider asking her what her reaction would be if you were just having sex without the fever, but time really was running short now, and you doubted you’d be able to get a clear answer anyway.

“I understand,” you say as you finish picking up your clothes. With a warm smile you say to her “Emiru. Thank you for all your effort you have done for me and my fever. I very much appreciate it.”

Once again, Emiru goes red. You think she’s going to stutter out something in embarrassment, but she just calmly says “It’s no problem. I’m happy that I can help.”

You nod, graciously accepting her response. Inwardly, you again hope to yourself to become the kind of person who can repay the kindness of those whom are helping you, especially all the women whom you’ve met so far. As you ponder, the insidious claw of doubt touches your mind, making you wonder if you could even have a normal relationship with the other sex anymore; your fever instead forever making them see you as just someone to help sexually

Choosing to ignore that thought, you begin to leave. Before you can take your first step, your eyes spy Emiru’s make up table. You imagine she sits in front of there every day when she’s getting ready, but that’s not why your eyes point that way. You notice a figure there, one that wouldn’t be found in any anime stores any time soon.

It’s the Mahō Shōjo figure that you won yesterday.

Even if I’ll never truly have a normal relationship with a girl… You think, glancing back at Emiru. She’s currently putting her hair up, probably preparing herself to bathe after you do. Maybe...it doesn’t have to be to be the only thing about our relationship.

It’s a small comfort, but it's enough to keep you hopeful. Quietly, you leave Emiru’s room, gently closing the door behind you.