The Great Escape from Solange's Welcome Party

As I'd promised Solange-san, we decided to alternate our study sessions between my house and Kurihara-san's house.

On the first day after school, when we headed to Kurihara-san's house, Solange-san was waiting at the gate. She looked restless, nervously pacing back and forth in front of it.

We observed this from behind a telephone pole.

About an hour passed, but Solange-san was still at the gate. Whenever someone walked by, she'd quickly hide in the shadow of the gate.

She's a people-avoider through and through. I'm amazed she managed to show up at my house before.

Two hours passed, and the area grew dark. Yet Solange-san remained waiting at the gate.

"Kurihara-san."

I called out to Kurihara-san, who was hiding behind the telephone pole with me.

"Hm?"

Kurihara-san, crouching close beside me, tilted her head as she looked at me.

"Let's go to my house instead. This seems like too much trouble."

When I suggested that, Kurihara-san smiled brightly.

"Yeah!"

And nodded energetically.

Three weeks passed after that.

I've been having a lot of trouble lately. Going to Kurihara-san's house felt dangerous for various reasons, so we kept going to my house as usual. But then Solange-san started appearing near my house.

It seems she's staking out the area, waiting for us to come home. And when she spots us, she gives chase.

Because of this, we can no longer go straight home after school.

Kurihara-san's father is apparently a busy person, but I'm starting to suspect that work isn't the only reason he rarely comes home.

In the end, Kurihara-san and I stopped going home right after school. Solange-san was always lying in wait.

But it's not all bad. I learned an important lesson: just because someone is beautiful with big breasts doesn't mean you can skip doing your research. Getting swayed by appearances leads to regret. In that sense, I'm grateful to Solange-san.

Going to the library after school to kill time became our daily routine.

I thought avoiding Solange-san would create friction between Kurihara-san and her mother, but apparently not.

Solange-san may lack pride as an adult, but she still has pride as a mother. So she won't pry about me from Kurihara-san, or so I'm told.

Also, according to Kurihara-san, the reason Solange-san won't confront her is because she doesn't want to accept the reality that she's being avoided.

What a small-minded person. Even though her hole is loose.

In the library, while pretending to study, I attached Kurihara-san's Peach Butt to my thing. For the record, I'm the only one pretending to study. Kurihara-san actually studies properly, but her grades still don't improve.

For these library study sessions, I hold it in starting from morning. That way I can pee inside the Peach Butt.

Kurihara-san and I sat facing each other at a long table in the library. Textbooks and notebooks were spread across the table. And Kurihara-san, wearing a serious expression as she desperately studied, had a bright red face, sweat pouring from her body, and trembling lips.

The cause was me peeing inside the Peach Butt.

Since I'd been holding it all day, a huge amount of pee kept flowing out. It felt incredibly good, and the inside of the Peach Butt was hot and tight and twitching, giving me an indescribable pleasure.

I was completely addicted.

And when I have the Peach Butt attached to my thing, Kurihara-san's hole stays open. If I pee into it, naturally it comes right out. Because her hole won't close.

That means Kurihara-san ends up wetting herself, but it's fine—Kurihara-san is wearing a diaper.

This seemed exceptionally embarrassing for her, and every time I peed into the Peach Butt, Kurihara-san's face turned bright red and she looked like she was about to cry.

Watching Kurihara-san like that should have been fun, but somehow my chest hurt. Maybe I have a heart condition.

With Solange-san's interference behind us, peaceful days returned. Then one day, Kurihara-san told me Solange-san would be away from home, so she needed to house-sit.

"Are you going home, Katou-kun?"

During break between classes, Kurihara-san had laid her ping-pong balls behind the school building as usual. They'd been scattered everywhere, so she asked me this while cleaning up.

"I was planning to go to your house, Kurihara-san. But if I'd be in the way, I won't."

I answered while watching Kurihara-san clean up in the nude.

Kurihara-san instantly turned bright red from head to toe, nodding repeatedly while also shaking her head side to side.

Does she want me to come or not? Which is it?

"When is Solange-san coming back?"

I asked the now-suspicious Kurihara-san.

Kurihara-san's mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. Looking flustered, she removed the clips attached to the tips of her breasts, then pinched the perky pink tips with her left hand and started kneading them. At the same time, her right hand reached behind her and slipped fingers into her rear hole.

"Ahfu…"

Looking up at the sky while drooling, Kurihara-san played with her breast tips and churned her rear hole, letting out a pleasured moan.

I watched for a while, and then Kurihara-san shuddered violently. She collapsed onto all fours.

"Haah, haah… M-Mom is coming back… tomorrow…"

Kurihara-san answered while breathing heavily and gazing at me.

Huh? What was that just now? What was the point of that?

"W-When I come, my mind goes blank and the tension melts away."

As if reading my thoughts, Kurihara-san explained something I hadn't asked about.

"Coming" doesn't mean going somewhere—it's the phenomenon when pleasure reaches its peak. That's what the naughty books said. Kurihara-san just twitches, but white liquid comes out of my thing.

Just as Kurihara-san said, coming does relieve tension and make you drowsy. This was apparently her method of stress relief.

Kurihara-san is hard to read sometimes, but I guess she thinks about things in her own way.

"I see, so she won't be back until tomorrow."

I looked up at the sky and murmured while gazing at the clear blue expanse.

Ah, that cloud looks like cotton candy. Looks delicious… I want to eat it.

"Then maybe I'll stay over at your house tonight, Kurihara-san. If you're okay with it, that is."

I lowered my gaze from the sky to Kurihara-san and asked that, my heart pounding for some reason.

Kurihara-san's eyes went wide, and she stared at me frozen for a while. Her blue eyes began to glisten, then her face broke into a beaming smile.

"Yeah!"

She replied energetically with a big nod, and I felt relieved.

I wonder what's going on. My heart is pounding and it hurts. Yet somehow I feel happy. But it hurts.

What's wrong with me? Should I go to the hospital?

A dark room. I wanted to cry out, but the cloth around my mouth prevented me from speaking. I wanted to remove the cloth, but my hands were tied behind my back. I wanted to move, but my legs were bound.

The only one who could change this situation was Kurihara-san. I hoped she'd managed to escape.

Lying on the living room sofa in Kurihara-san's house, I watched Solange-san's back and prayed for Kurihara-san's safety.

Solange-san had said she'd be away, so we came to stay at Kurihara-san's house. But it was Solange-san's trap.

It seemed Solange-san had been quite hurt by us avoiding her. So she lied about being away to lure us in, then made the outrageous move of capturing me. And I fell right into the trap.

When we entered through the front door, Solange-san, who'd been hiding behind it, threw herself at me.

I reflexively shoved Kurihara-san away, which at least kept her from being captured too.

But then Kurihara-san tried to come closer to save me, so I glared at her.

If we were both captured, we'd lose any chance of escape. Kurihara-san should hide and wait for Solange-san to let her guard down. Or leave the house and get help.

I sent those thoughts through my gaze, and they seemed to get through. Kurihara-san's expression hardened with determination. She nodded, then ran off.

"I made so many delicious treats! I worked so hard cooking! Why are Katou-kun and Kozue avoiding me?!"

Solange-san, her face contorted and on the verge of tears, was munching on cookies while muttering, "They're so good though…"

The table was covered with all sorts of dishes. Paper chains made of origami decorated the living room walls, and a piece of drawing paper with "Welcome Katou-kun" written in colored pencil was taped up.

It seemed she'd been looking forward to my visit.

How should I put it… This is really heavy. We're not even that close. Doing all this is probably why she can't make friends.

I'd thought Kurihara-san resembled Solange-san in looks and personality, but Kurihara-san isn't this clingy.

Also, I felt like I understood Kurihara-san's father a little—why he doesn't come home much.

I wasn't sure how much time had passed since I'd been dumped on the sofa. The room was dim, so I couldn't tell.

Solange-san was still in the living room, wandering near the door, but not leaving.

This way, Kurihara-san can't come rescue me. But she should be able to escape the house. Hopefully she'll manage to call for help.

"We'll all eat together. And then Katou-kun will say 'Solange-san, your cooking is delicious.' Kozue will say 'Mom is my pride and joy.' Hehe, pride and joy, hehehe."

Solange-san kept muttering to herself. It was really creepy.

—Katou-kun.

I felt like someone called me, so I moved just my eyes. But only Solange-san was in view. Was I imagining things?

—Katou-kun, behind you.

It wasn't my imagination. I definitely heard a tiny whisper.

Right after, I felt something touch the back of my head. Then the cloth gagging me loosened.

It was Kurihara-san. Kurihara-san was behind the sofa. I thought she'd escaped, but she'd been in the living room all along.

Part of me wished she'd left the house to get help, but another part of me was relieved.

—I'll untie the rope on your hands and feet.

I nodded at the whisper that required concentration to even hear.

But even if my body were freed, we couldn't escape without doing something about Solange-san. If we were caught, we'd be tied up even tighter next time. Plus, if Kurihara-san was discovered, the "Welcome Katou-kun Party" would surely commence.

Then we'd be subjected to endless questions about how long each dish took to make, how does this one taste, and on and on.

That would be such a hassle. So I had to prevent that at all costs.

To do that, I needed to incapacitate Solange-san.

The rope binding my wrists behind my back loosened, and shortly after, the rope around my ankles loosened too. I was free now. But if I moved, she'd notice immediately.

My only hope was the Peach Butt. If I used Solange-san's Peach Butt, I could incapacitate her.

I was lucky. I'd been neglecting Solange-san's Peach Butt lately, but since I'd planned to stay at Kurihara-san's house tonight, I'd brought all three. The problem was I didn't have them on me right now.

Only Kurihara-san's Peach Butt was in my pocket. The other two were in my bag. And my bag had been confiscated when Solange-san caught me.

That meant I needed to distract Solange-san and get my bag back. But how to distract her?

I grinned internally. The new experiment I'd recently started—who knew it would save me?

I quietly moved my right hand and slipped it into my pocket. Then I pulled out the Peach Butt.

Kurihara-san's Peach Butt had a plastic bag edge sticking out of the hole. This was a new technique—the Peach Butt Bag for hands-free carrying.

The mechanism was simple. I stuffed a plastic bag inside the Peach Butt's hole, leaving just the edge sticking out.

This created an invisible plastic membrane inside Kurihara-san's belly. If I put things inside the plastic, I could store various items without them getting wet from the fluid.

Currently stored in Kurihara-san's belly were some ping-pong balls, a recorder, castanets, an eraser, and a pen. Because the plastic bag's edge stuck out from the Peach Butt's hole, her belly was hollow in form only, and Kurihara-san couldn't expel its contents by her own will.

In other words, she felt something foreign inside her, but she didn't know what was actually in there.

For now, I could only store things about the size of my hand, but if I gradually stretched the hole, I could store bigger things. Then I could use Kurihara-san's belly as a bag and truly go to school empty-handed.

And when I needed something, I'd just pull it out of the Peach Butt. Yeah, super convenient.

I lined up five fingers against the Peach Butt's hole and pushed them in forcefully. I sensed Kurihara-san stifling her voice as she squirmed behind me.

When I pushed my hand in further, it slid inside the hole with a squelch. I felt Kurihara-san jerk behind me.

Ahh, putting my hand in the hole is fun. It's warm, and this feeling of being wrapped in something both soft and tight is very soothing. But this wasn't the time to feel cozy.

I moved my hand inside the hole, searching for the ping-pong balls. I found them quickly, but the recorder was in the way and I couldn't pull my hand out.

I let go of the ping-pong ball and grabbed the recorder instead. Then I yanked my hand out somewhat forcefully.

"Nmo…"

My hand popped out of the hole with a squelch, followed by the recorder sliding out. I heard Kurihara-san squirming behind me and my heart jumped, but Solange-san didn't seem to notice.

Still, no matter how many times I see it, it's a strange and bewildering sight. Something many times longer than the Peach Butt coming out of it completely defies the laws of physics.

The recorder was expelled, and I heard heavy breathing from behind me. As expected of Kurihara-san—holding back her voice this much.

As for me, I was fighting the urge to play the recorder.

If I played it now, Solange-san would find me. But the more I thought I shouldn't, the more I wanted to.

In music class, being told to play was just annoying. Strange.

Somehow suppressing the urge, I placed the recorder on the sofa. Then I thrust my hand back into the Peach Butt's hole.

With the recorder gone, I could easily retrieve the ping-pong balls this time.

I heard panting from behind me. And every time I pulled out a ping-pong ball, I felt her trembling.

Gripping one of the three ping-pong balls I'd retrieved, I checked on Solange-san.

She was still wandering near the living room entrance, thinking Kurihara-san would come to rescue me. Little did she know Kurihara-san was right behind the sofa.

Suppressing my presence, I rose from the sofa and threw the ping-pong ball at the wall opposite from Solange-san.

The ping-pong ball flew in a silent arc. Before it hit the wall, I flopped back onto the sofa, pretending to still be bound.

A clack echoed, and Solange-san flinched. Then a rapid clack-clack-clack-clack as Solange-san whipped around.

"K-Kozue, is that you?!"

But there was nothing except the white ping-pong ball rolling across the floor.

"K-Kozue! Come out! I know you're there! Mom knows Kozue would never abandon Akiharu-kun and run away!"

Her face pale, Solange-san looked around frantically. There was nothing near the wall the ping-pong ball had hit. Nowhere to hide. Yet a sound had come from there, which must have frightened her.

The moment Solange-san's gaze moved away from the sofa, I threw another ping-pong ball at the wall. Then I returned to playing tied-up.

"Eeek?!"

The clack made Solange-san jump with shock.

"K-Kozue! Y-You won't scare M-Mom! Mom isn't afraid of ghosts or spirits at all—"

As Solange-san shouted with a bloodless face while trembling, I took the chance to throw the third ping-pong ball toward the living room door. Then immediately back to pretending I was bound.

"Ahyeee!"

The clack from right behind Solange-san made her jump up and collapse on the spot. She was trembling violently with teary eyes.

She's really scared. No wonder she's troubled by Kurihara-san being at my house so often.

"K-Kozue! Y-You used to be such a cuddle bug! But ever since you became friends with Akiharu-kun, you've been cold to Mom! I-If you're too mean, Mom has her own ideas!"

Becoming erratic and looking around restlessly, Solange-san got on all fours and started crawling like a bug. She was scuttling toward the sofa where I lay.

Oh no, I'd meant to lure her out of the living room, but Solange-san was more of a scaredy-cat than I'd expected, and my plan went awry.

This was a problem. If she got closer, she'd realize the rope was off. But I couldn't tie myself back up either.

While I sweated internally, Solange-san scuttled right up to the sofa and threw herself at me. My face got buried in her huge breasts with a squish.

Wow, they're big. Way bigger than Kurihara-san's.

"G-Got you! Mom's got Akiharu-kun now! If you don't like it, come out! Kozue! I know you're there!"

Solange-san shouted while hugging me. Her breasts kept squishing against my face, making it hard to breathe. It was really suffocating, but I also felt incredibly happy.

Also, perhaps because of her fear, Solange-san hadn't noticed that the rope binding me had come off.

Now was my chance. Solange-san was too flustered to think straight. If I could seize this opening to get my bag back and use Solange-san's Peach Butt, I'd win. No—we'd win, me and Kurihara-san.

But I couldn't move. And since Kurihara-san didn't know about the Peach Butts, I didn't think she'd figure out she needed to get the bag back.

There was nothing left I could do. This was it. Once Solange-san calmed down, she'd notice the rope was off. Then she'd find Kurihara-san hiding behind the sofa, and the "Welcome Akiharu-kun Party" would begin.

Did I have no choice but to participate in the party?

Just when I'd almost given up, something moved.

"Eeek?!"

A scream. Then something that sounded like footsteps pattering.

"K-Kozue! So you were here! I'm so glad it's not a ghost or a spirit!"

The arms holding me relaxed, and her breasts pulled away from my face. A little disappointing.

When I turned toward the clatter sound, I saw Kurihara-san opening the living room door and running away.

"K-Kozue! Wait!"

Solange-san released me and took off after Kurihara-san, leaving the living room.

Yes! Amazing! Kurihara-san sacrificed herself to lure Solange-san away. She's grown into such a capable assistant compared to how she was at first.

I jumped off the sofa and ran to the corner of the room where my bag had been placed. The moment I grabbed it, strength surged up from deep within me.

Having the Peach Butt nearby is so reassuring.

The Peach Butt was back in my possession. Sorry, Solange-san, but this is my win now. No—mine and Kurihara-san's victory.

The cute pattering of footsteps was being chased by heavier thudding footsteps.

Kurihara-san was keeping Solange-san's attention. Adult versus child—normally no contest, but it seemed both of them were bad at exercise, so the chase was actually working.

But it couldn't last long.

I had to do something before Kurihara-san got caught.

Holding the bag with the Peach Butt inside, I immediately searched for the kitchen. I already had a plan in mind. A strategy that would guarantee victory once executed.

A crash sound came from upstairs. Oh no, did Kurihara-san fall?

"Ouch! Kozue! Mommy fell!"

I sighed with relief at the voice. It was Solange-san who'd fallen. The pattering footsteps continued—

"Hyah?!"

A small scream accompanied a thunk. Apparently Kurihara-san had fallen too.

There was no time to waste.

The kitchen was right in front of me—no need to search. It was connected to the living room, after all.

I ran over, stood in front of the sink, and pulled out Solange-san's Peach Butt from my bag. Then I shoved the hole onto the faucet and turned the handle up.

A rushing sound as water gushed out. But not a single drop spilled. It was all flowing into the Peach Butt.

"AHYEEEEEEE!"

A scream echoed through the house. I wiped the sweat from my forehead, left Solange-san's Peach Butt there, and walked away.

When I went upstairs, a gruesome sight awaited me.

"Heeee, ihyeeeee…"

Solange-san lay collapsed in the hallway, screaming while water gushed forcefully from her rear. The sheer volume was physically impossible. Of course it was—Solange-san's Peach Butt was still impaled on the faucet with the water running at full blast.

"NOOOOO, it's scary, help meeee!"

Solange-san, terrified by the supernatural phenomenon happening to her own body, was on all fours spraying water from her rear, crying and begging for help.

But her cheeks were faintly flushed pink, suggesting it felt a little good. As expected from the owner of a Peach Butt that had broken through the "Thousand" milestone on its own.

"A-Akiharu-kun! Help! A-A demon possessed Auntie's butt!"

As I walked past Solange-san, she noticed me and tried to cling to me while still spraying water from her rear.

I deftly dodged her and looked down.

"Pfft."

Solange-san, crying with water shooting from her hole. She looked so ridiculous I couldn't help but laugh.

Realizing she'd been laughed at, Solange-san's face turned beet red, and she pressed her hands against her hole. But blocking the hole just caused water to build up in her stomach. That must have been painful, because she grimaced in agony and released her hands.

"Ahyeeeee, ngooooo…"

With water backed up in her stomach, it shot out even more forcefully. Solange-san rolled her eyes back and convulsed violently.

She needs to reflect on capturing and binding me. So I'll leave her like this for a while.

The second floor will get flooded, but well, they're rich, so it should be fine.

I walked down the upstairs hallway, searching for Kurihara-san.

Kurihara-san is simple-minded. If she's going to hide, she'll pick somewhere comfortable—her own room. That's why I acted quickly. If she hid in such an obvious place, getting caught was only a matter of time.

I entered Kurihara-san's room and looked around, but she wasn't in sight.

She was probably here, though. Hiding under the bed or in the closet, suppressing her presence.

Calling out would make her come out, but there was an easier way to find her.

I pulled Kurihara-san's Peach Butt from my bag, thrust my fingers into the hole, and churned it vigorously.

"Nmo?!"

A sweet cry came from the closet's direction. I knew she was here.

I approached the closet and opened the door. Kurihara-san was sitting there hugging her knees, drooling and panting heavily.

"Found you, Kurihara-san."

When I called out, Kurihara-san, who had been flushed and breathing hard, smiled brightly.

"Yeah. You found me."

Answering my words, Kurihara-san stood up and threw herself at me.