Chapter 37: Chapter 37 : Rooftop Sex Part 1

The next day, Haruto went back to school after a long gap. Walking through the school gates, he felt a mix of nervousness and excitement; it had been a while since he last sat in his classroom, and he wondered if things had changed while he was away.

He entered his classroom and quietly made his way to the window seat. The sunlight streamed in, casting a warm glow across the desks. Sitting down, he glanced around. The seat next to him was Miyu’s, and seeing it reminded him of her quiet presence and the subtle comfort it brought him.

Soon, a few classmates came over to talk to him. They smiled and asked about where he had been, teasing him lightly about his absence. Haruto responded politely, exchanging a few laughs and catching up with them for a while. The conversation made the classroom feel familiar again, like he had slipped back into the rhythm of school life.

Before long, their homeroom teacher entered. His eyes immediately found Haruto, and he called out with a teasing smile, "Look who’s here! He’s back—our Absence-kun." The teacher’s tone was light, but it carried an expectation that Haruto knew all too well.

After class, the teacher motioned for Haruto to follow him. They stepped aside quietly, and the teacher handed him a small key. "This is the key to the rooftop," he said. "There are plants up there that need watering every day. Don’t miss a single day, or there will be consequences." Haruto took the key, feeling its solid weight in his hand. He nodded, mentally preparing himself to come to school regularly so he could fulfill this responsibility.

When lunchtime arrived, Haruto saw Miyu sitting nearby. Quietly, he reached out and took her hand, leaning in slightly so only she could hear him. "Let’s go to the rooftop," he whispered. Miyu’s hand tightened around his slightly, a subtle acknowledgment of the plan.

The metal key felt cool and heavy in Haruto’s hand as he and Miyu climbed the narrow staircase to the rooftop, their footsteps echoing softly in the quiet corridor. The school was alive with the hum of lunchtime chatter below, but up here, it felt like they were stepping into a different world. Haruto’s heart raced—not just from the climb, but from the anticipation of being alone with Miyu again, the memory of their last encounter still vivid in his mind.

He turned the key in the lock, the door creaking open to reveal the open expanse of the rooftop. The afternoon sun bathed the concrete in a golden glow, and a soft breeze carried the faint scent of blooming flowers from the small garden of potted plants tucked in one corner. Haruto stepped through, holding the door for Miyu, then locked it behind them with a satisfying click. The sound felt final, sealing them away from the world below, granting them this stolen moment.

Miyu’s eyes met his, a spark of shared understanding passing between them. This was the moment they’d both been craving, a quiet rebellion against the ordinary rhythm of school life. Without a word, they closed the distance between them, lips crashing together in a kiss that was all heat and urgency. Their mouths moved hungrily, tongues tangling, saliva glistening as it trailed from the corners of their lips, a testament to the raw intensity of their connection. The world around them—the distant laughter from the cafeteria, the rustle of leaves in the breeze—faded to nothing.

Haruto’s hands found Miyu’s body, one sliding up to cup her breast through her uniform, his thumb brushing over the fabric, feeling her warmth beneath. Miyu let out a soft gasp, her body pressing closer, encouraging him. His other hand slipped lower, fingers deftly slipping beneath the hem of her skirt and under the edge of her panties. He touched her gently at first, then with more confidence as her breath hitched, her body responding to his every movement.

They pulled apart just long enough to shed their clothes, a hurried but careful act. Haruto unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it onto the concrete, while Miyu slipped off her blouse and skirt, folding them neatly to keep them free of dust. They spread their uniforms on the ground, creating a makeshift barrier against the rough surface of the rooftop. The act was practical, but it carried an intimacy, a shared care for the moment they were crafting together.

Miyu lay down first, her body stretched out on the soft pile of their clothes, her skin catching the sunlight in a way that made Haruto’s breath catch. Her eyes, half-lidded with desire, beckoned him closer. He knelt beside her, leaning down to kiss her again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her lips. His kisses trailed downward, across the delicate curve of her collarbone, until he reached her breasts. He took one into his mouth, his tongue circling her nipple, sucking gently as Miyu arched beneath him, a quiet moan escaping her lips. His hand caressed her other breast, fingers teasing, drawing out soft shivers that rippled through her body.

The rooftop was their sanctuary, the plants in the corner standing as silent sentinels, their leaves swaying gently in the breeze. The warmth of the sun contrasted with the cool concrete beneath their clothes, and every touch between them felt amplified, electric. Miyu’s fingers threaded through Haruto’s hair, pulling him closer, her breaths coming faster as the world beyond the rooftop ceased to exist.

The rooftop air was warm, the sun casting long shadows across the concrete as Haruto and Miyu lost themselves in each other. Their bodies glistened with a thin sheen of sweat, the heat of the moment mingling with the afternoon warmth. The sweat only heightened the raw intimacy, their skin slick and warm, each touch a mix of friction and glide that felt electric.

Haruto’s lips left Miyu’s breasts, trailing kisses down her stomach, slow and deliberate, savoring the way her body trembled beneath him. He moved lower, his hands gently parting her thighs as he reached her core. Her pussy was wet, glistening in the sunlight, and the sight sent a surge of desire through him. He leaned in, his tongue brushing against her, tasting the heady mix of her arousal and the faint saltiness of her sweat. The combination was intoxicating, grounding him in the moment as he explored her with slow, purposeful licks. Miyu’s moans grew louder, her hips shifting, pressing herself closer to his mouth. Her hands gripped the clothes beneath her, knuckles whitening as waves of pleasure rolled through her, her voice echoing softly across the empty rooftop.

Miyu’s moans were unrestrained now, each one a testament to the intensity of Haruto’s touch. Her body arched, sweat beading on her skin, catching the light as she surrendered to the sensation. Haruto’s hands held her thighs gently, anchoring her as he continued, his tongue moving with care and focus, drawing out every shudder and gasp.

After a moment, Miyu stirred, her breath still ragged but her eyes burning with a new intent. She sat up, her movements fluid despite the heat and exertion. She guided Haruto to lean back, her hands steady as she positioned herself between his legs. Her fingers wrapped around his cock, her touch firm yet teasing, and she lowered her head, her lips brushing against him. She started slowly, her tongue tracing the length of him, then took him into her mouth, her movements deliberate and confident. Haruto’s breath hitched, his hands instinctively finding her hair, not guiding but simply holding on as she worked. She paid attention to every part of him, her lips and tongue moving from his shaft to his balls, drawing soft groans from deep in his chest.

The sensation built, overwhelming, until Haruto couldn’t hold back any longer. His release came in a rush, his body tensing as he came, his cum landing across Miyu’s face. She didn’t pull away, her eyes meeting his with a mix of boldness and vulnerability, a faint smile tugging at her lips as she wiped her cheek with the back of her hand. The moment felt raw, unguarded, a shared secret sealed by the locked door and the quiet rooftop.

The breeze stirred again, cooling their sweat-slicked skin as they caught their breath, the intensity of the moment settling into a quiet intimacy. The plants in the corner swayed gently, the countryside below a distant hum, and for now, it was just the two of them, tangled in the afterglow of their shared desire.

She glanced down at the cum still lingering on her face, her fingers brushing across her cheek to collect it. With a slow, deliberate movement, she brought her fingers to her lips, tasting him with a soft hum of satisfaction. The act was bold, intimate, and it sent a fresh wave of heat through Haruto, his eyes fixed on her as she savored the moment. Her lips curved into a faint, knowing smile, and without breaking eye contact, she leaned forward, closing the small distance between them.

Miyu’s lips found Haruto’s skin, pressing soft, lingering kisses across his chest. Her hands roamed gently, tracing the lines of his muscles, slick with sweat from their shared exertion. She kissed her way up to his collarbone, then down his sternum, her lips warm and teasing against his skin. When she reached his nipple, she paused, her tongue flicking out to circle it before she sucked gently, drawing a low groan from Haruto. The sensation was unexpected, electric, and his hands instinctively reached for her, fingers threading through her hair as she continued her exploration.

Her kisses trailed lower, across his stomach, then back up to his shoulders, as if she wanted to memorize every inch of him. The sweat on his skin glistened in the fading sunlight, and Miyu’s lips lingered on a particularly damp spot near his neck. She pulled back slightly, her breath warm against his skin as she murmured, "Your sweaty body... it’s so much tastier." Her voice was low, teasing, but there was a sincerity in it that made Haruto’s pulse quicken. The words hung in the air, intimate and unguarded, a confession that felt like it belonged only to this rooftop, this moment.

Haruto’s hands found her waist, pulling her closer, their bodies pressed together as the cool breeze contrasted with the warmth of their skin. Miyu’s kisses continued, soft and deliberate, mapping his body with a tenderness that felt as intense as their earlier passion. The world beyond the rooftop—school, responsibilities, the weight of the key in his pocket—felt impossibly distant. For now, it was just them, their breaths mingling, their bodies speaking a language only they understand.