Chapter 46: Chapter 46 : Sex In the rain

After school ended, Haruto began walking home. It was one of his rare days off from his part-time job, and the quiet streets felt unusually calm. The sky was painted orange by the setting sun, the gentle breeze carrying the scent of early spring flowers.

Miyu had already hurried home earlier — she mentioned she’d be going out with her mother that evening. So, for once, Haruto was alone. His bag hung loosely over his shoulder as he walked at an easy pace, lost in his thoughts about the day.

As he passed near the old shrine by the road, he noticed a familiar figure standing there — Kana. She was looking up at the large cherry tree near the shrine gate, its petals fluttering softly in the wind.

"Haruto," she said when she noticed him, a small, calm smile forming on her face.

He walked up to her. "Kana? What are you doing here?"

Kana turned toward him, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I just wanted to stop by before heading home. I’ll be leaving for Kyoto tomorrow afternoon."

Her tone was light, but there was something a little wistful in her voice.

Haruto nodded slowly. "Tomorrow, huh... that’s kind of soon."

They chatted for a few minutes — about school, about Kyoto, about how quickly time had passed. Kana’s smile faded slightly as she looked at the shrine once more. "Let’s meet tomorrow morning before I go," she said softly. "Behind the shrine. Just the two of us."

Haruto agreed with a small nod. "Yeah. I’ll be there."

Kana smiled again, this time brighter, though her eyes carried a quiet sadness. After a brief goodbye, Haruto continued on his way home, the evening breeze brushing gently past him.

As he walked, he couldn’t help but think about the look in Kana’s eyes — and what tomorrow’s meeting might bring.

The morning air was thick with the scent of wet earth and pine as Haruto made his way to the shrine. Gray clouds hung low, casting a dim, muted light over the world. Rain pattered steadily, drumming against the leaves and the stone path leading to the shrine. The world felt hushed, the usual sounds of the village muffled by the downpour.

Behind the shrine, where the forest began, the trees stood tall and dense, their branches heavy with dripping water. The ground was soft, a mix of mud and fallen leaves, squelching faintly under Haruto’s steps. The shrine itself, old and weathered, loomed at the edge of the clearing, its red torii gate slick with rain, the wood darkened to a deep crimson.

Kana stood there, just beyond the shrine, her figure small against the towering trees. She was soaked through, her clothes clinging to her frame, dark hair plastered to her face. Water dripped from the ends of her hair, pooling at her feet, yet she stood still, her eyes fixed on the ground. No umbrella, no shelter—just her, alone, in the rain that had grown heavier, now falling in steady sheets that blurred the edges of the forest.

The clearing behind the shrine was quiet, save for the relentless patter of rain and the occasional rustle of leaves stirred by a faint breeze. The forest stretched out, dark and impenetrable, its depths untouched by the faint light of the overcast sky. No one else was there; the place felt like it belonged only to them, a hidden pocket of the world where the rest of existence seemed to fade away.

The rain poured harder, a relentless curtain of water cascading over the clearing behind the shrine. Haruto’s heart raced as he stepped closer to Kana, the muddy ground slick beneath his shoes. Her soaked clothes hugged her body, outlining every curve, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. Their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them, charged with unspoken need.

Haruto closed the distance, his hands finding Kana’s face, fingers brushing wet strands of hair from her cheeks. Without a word, he leaned in, their lips crashing together in a fierce, hungry kiss. The rain mingled with the warmth of their mouths, lips slick and desperate, tongues tangling as they pressed closer. Kana’s hands gripped his jacket, pulling him tight, her body trembling—not from the cold, but from the heat building between them.

The kiss deepened, urgent and raw, as if the rain could wash away everything but this moment. Haruto’s hands slid down her neck, over her shoulders, fingers catching the hem of her drenched shirt. He tugged it upward, breaking the kiss just long enough to peel the fabric off her, the wet material clinging stubbornly before falling to the ground with a soft thud. Kana’s skin glistened under the rain, her bra dark and translucent, barely concealing the swell of her breasts, nipples hardened from the cold and desire.

Kana’s fingers fumbled with Haruto’s shirt, yanking it open, buttons straining as she pushed it off his shoulders. His chest was bare now, rain streaming down his skin, tracing the lines of his muscles. She pressed herself against him, their slick bodies colliding, her hands roaming his back as they kissed again, harder, teeth grazing lips. The forest around them seemed to vanish, the world reduced to the rain, their ragged breaths, and the heat of their skin.

Haruto’s hands moved to her waist, unbuttoning her pants with trembling fingers. The wet fabric resisted, but he tugged them down, Kana stepping out of them as they pooled in the mud. Her underwear clung to her, sheer from the rain, outlining the curve of her hips. She reached for his belt, undoing it with a quiet urgency, his pants sliding down to join hers on the ground. They stood there, nearly bare, rain pouring over them, bodies pressed close, hearts pounding in the storm’s rhythm.

The rain fell in a steady, unyielding rhythm, cloaking Haruto and Kana in a shimmering veil as they stood nearly bare behind the shrine. The forest’s dark embrace and the pattering of water on leaves created a private world, their breaths visible in the cool, damp air. Kana’s skin glistened, raindrops tracing delicate paths down her collarbone, pooling briefly in the hollow of her throat before sliding over the curve of her breasts, still cradled by her soaked bra. Haruto’s gaze lingered, his pulse quickening at the sight of her nipples, faintly visible through the wet fabric, hardened by the chill and the electric tension between them.

He stepped closer, their bodies brushing, the warmth of their skin a stark contrast to the cold rain. His hands found her shoulders, fingers trailing slowly down her arms, savoring the slick texture of her skin. Kana shivered under his touch, her eyes half-lidded, lips parted as she exhaled softly. Haruto’s fingers reached the clasp of her bra, pausing as he met her gaze, seeking silent permission. She nodded, a small, eager movement, and he unhooked it with care, the fabric peeling away to reveal her breasts—full, soft, and glistening with rain. The sight stole his breath, her nipples taut, beckoning in the dim light.

Kana’s hands moved to his chest, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles, slick with water. She slid lower, her touch tentative yet deliberate, until she reached the waistband of his underwear. With a slow tug, she freed him, his cock springing free, already half-hard, the rain cooling the heat of his arousal. Haruto’s breath hitched as her fingers brushed against him, light and teasing, before she stepped back, letting her own underwear slide down her legs to the muddy ground. Her pussy was bare now, raindrops mingling with the faint sheen of her own arousal, the sight making Haruto’s desire surge.

He pulled her close, their naked bodies pressing together, her breasts soft against his chest, the friction sending sparks through them both. He kissed her neck, lips grazing the sensitive skin, tasting rain and salt. Kana’s head tilted back, a soft moan escaping her lips, low and trembling, as his mouth moved lower. He kissed the swell of her breasts, his tongue flicking gently over one nipple, then the other, drawing another moan from her, this one deeper, more urgent. The sound vibrated through him, fueling his need to please her.

Haruto sank to his knees, the muddy ground cool beneath him, rain streaming down his back. He looked up at Kana, her face flushed, eyes locked on his. His hands rested on her hips, guiding her gently as he leaned forward, his lips brushing the soft skin of her inner thigh. The rain mixed with her scent, intoxicating and warm. Slowly, so slowly, he pressed a kiss to her pussy, his tongue tracing a delicate line along her folds. Kana gasped, her fingers tangling in his wet hair, her moan soft but raw, resonating in the quiet forest. He licked her gently, savoring her taste, his tongue moving in languid strokes, exploring every sensitive inch. Her hips shifted slightly, urging him on, but he kept his pace slow, deliberate, letting the moment build.

The rain continued to fall, drenching them, their bodies slick and trembling in the storm. Kana’s moans grew steadier, each one a quiet plea, her hands tightening in his hair as he worshipped her with his mouth. Haruto’s cock throbbed, untouched but aching, the intimacy of her sounds and the warmth of her against his lips driving him to the edge of control. Yet he stayed gentle, unhurried, letting the rain and her soft cries set the rhythm of their connection.