Happy Peach Life

My headache hurts. This is clearly a grammatical error. Properly, I should say "my head hurts" or "I have a headache."

But I understand the nuance. "My headache hurts." The doubled emphasis conveys that my head hurts tremendously, while the deliberate misuse also produces the effect of looking down on someone with a slack-jawed expression of exasperation.

And right now, my headache hurts.

"This one too…"

Even when I tried to open the window's lock, it wouldn't budge. It was probably sealed with something like instant adhesive.

I moved to a different spot and touched another window's lock.

"This one's no good either…"

I walked all around the house checking every window lock, but none of them would move.

Of course, the very first thing I tried was opening the front door. That's when I noticed the lock wouldn't open. But at that point, I never imagined all the windows in the entire house would be sealed with adhesive.

"Using adhesive because you don't want me to leave the house—what a childish idea. And then actually doing it. Do you have any idea how much repairs will cost?"

I could understand if it were just the first floor. But even the second floor windows?

Even if the second-floor windows opened, climbing down from there would be impossible. At best, I could shout for help.

Despite that, every single window in the house and every door leading outside had been sealed with adhesive. Even if you thought of it, you wouldn't normally go through with it.

Because the repair costs would be outrageous. If you're going to do something, you should do it in a way that won't cause problems later.

Was this childish thinking, or just the way rich people thought?

"I-I'm sorry. My mother isn't a bad person, but sometimes she does strange things when she's troubled."

"Yeah. Kurihara-san used to be the same way. Though now you're surprisingly calm."

"R-really?"

"I think so."

In response to my answer, Kurihara-san's cheeks flushed as she looked down, fidgeting shyly.

Before, when I told her not to talk to me at school, she didn't talk to me but instead wandered around me and followed me everywhere—rendering my order meaningless. But now she could think and act properly.

When she sacrificed herself to lure Solange-san away, she even seemed to shine brilliantly.

There probably just wasn't room in her heart before. For Kurihara-san, that was in the past. For Solange-san, it was ongoing.

"We could get out if we broke a window, you know?"

Kurihara-san knocked on the window glass while glancing at me and saying that. I patted her on the head.

"Yeah, good catch. We definitely could get out if we broke the window glass. But a broken window can't be fixed."

"Yeah yeah, that's right, that's right, just as Katou-kun says!"

As I patted her head, Kurihara-san listened to me intently, eyes sparkling, nodding repeatedly.

It wasn't really something that warranted listening so intently, though.

"Anyway, let's hold off on breaking the window glass. There's one more thing I want to check."

"Okay! Got it!"

Kurihara-san nodded emphatically at my words, then grabbed my left hand and lined up beside me.

We were inside the house, so I didn't think there was any risk of getting lost even without holding hands.

Well, whatever.

We walked down the hallway, passed by the unconscious Solange-san who was spraying water from her butt, and descended the stairs.

Our destination was the entrance. I'd been so surprised earlier when the door wouldn't open that I'd forgotten to check something.

"I knew it. Childish idea, but no oversights…"

What I checked was the telephone in the entrance hall. Just as I'd expected, when I put the receiver to my ear, there was no dial tone.

When I checked the phone's power cord, sure enough, it had been cut.

This was why rich people were troublesome. Casually breaking telephones like it was nothing.

Even though the receiver was wireless, if the base unit was destroyed, I was helpless. Plus, this phone in the entrance was probably the main phone. If this one was no good, it was reasonable to assume all the extension phones in the house were dead too.

"Kurihara-san."

"Hm?"

"Is there a cell phone?"

"Yeah, Mom has one."

When I gave up on the telephone and asked Kurihara-san if there was a cell phone, she said Solange-san had one.

Solange-san's was no good. If she'd gone as far as breaking the telephone, she would have hidden her cell phone too. At worst, she might have thrown it away entirely. Looking for it would be pointless.

"Kurihara-san doesn't have one?"

"Yeah, I don't have one. Mom said she'd buy me one, but I said I didn't need it since I probably wouldn't use it anyway. But now I want one."

"I see."

"The reason I want one now is, um, well, that… w-with Katou-kun, texting and stuff, I want to…"

"Hmm, but I don't have one either, so it'd be impossible."

Kurihara-san, who'd been squeezing my left hand tightly while stealing glances at me with flushed cheeks, drooped dejectedly at my answer.

"On to the next thing."

"… Yeah."

Giving up on the telephone, I took the hand of the dejected Kurihara-san and started walking.

We headed to the living room. The feast was still laid out on the table. Without stopping, I glanced at it in passing and headed for the kitchen. Then I checked inside the refrigerator.

Fruits and vegetables, plus meat and fish. Juice and tea too. Good—with this, there was no need to panic.

"Kurihara-san, listen carefully."

"Yes."

I turned to face Kurihara-san, who was still feeling down, and spoke while looking straight at her. Her cheeks flushed and she perked up.

"I told my mom that I'm staying over at Kurihara-san's house today. So if I don't come back tomorrow, Mom will get suspicious. In other words, even if we can't get out of here, I think Mom will come here sometime tomorrow evening, or the morning after tomorrow at the latest."

"… Y-… Yeah!"

Kurihara-san blinked her blue eyes, paused for a moment, then nodded emphatically.

Yeah, she didn't understand.

"In short, even if we don't try to force our way out, everything will work out if Mom comes by the morning after tomorrow. There's plenty of food and drinks too. So let's not break anything."

"Yeah!"

This time Kurihara-san nodded without a pause. Whether she really understood was doubtful, though.

"Then, then, if Katou-kun's mom doesn't come to pick you up, we can stay together forever!?"

Yeah, she seemed to more or less understand, but as expected, she was focused on something else entirely. So here's the thing—while there's no need to panic, I should probably find a way out of here as soon as possible.

Before Kurihara-san does something strange.

But breaking windows or doors was no good. Breaking things carelessly is bad—my homeroom teacher Saeki-sensei always said that.

In that case, maybe I should try looking for Solange-san's cell phone, even if it was a long shot. But before that, to prevent things from getting more complicated, I should make sure Solange-san couldn't move.

 

 

I had Kurihara-san wait in the living room and retrieved Solange-san's peachy bottom that had been thrust onto the faucet.

Then, carrying the bag containing the peachy bottom, I headed to the living room.

The rope that had bound me was on the sofa. I'd use this.

As I was putting the rope in my bag, Kurihara-san—whom I'd told to wait by sitting formally on the floor—had somehow moved next to me and grabbed my hand.

I hadn't told her she could move. But I didn't really care about orders anyway—the whole order thing was something Kurihara-san had started on her own. So even if she broke them, I wasn't planning to do anything about it.

Taking Kurihara-san with me, I went up to the second floor and approached the unconscious Solange-san. Then, just to be sure, I poked her with the mop handle I'd brought. Naturally, I poked her boobs.

Her boobs squished and deformed magnificently. But Solange-san didn't stir. When I approached closer to check, she seemed to be breathing.

"Kurihara-san, grab her legs."

"Yes!"

Kurihara-san raised her right hand in response to my words and went around to Solange-san's feet. Then she squatted down and grabbed both of Solange-san's ankles.

Confirming that, I grabbed both of Solange-san's wrists.

"Let's carry Solange-san to her room. Can you tell me where it is?"

"Yes! It's two doors down from my room!"

Kurihara-san answered my question energetically. I see, two doors down from Kurihara-san's room.

That's incredible. The fact that I'd have to search just to know which room was hers—that was incredible. My house only has two rooms on the second floor. Without searching, you'd have a fifty-fifty chance, and if you guessed wrong, you'd immediately know the answer.

I pulled Solange-san's wrists and moved backward down the hallway. Kurihara-san, holding both of Solange-san's ankles, followed along with quick steps.

I was doing almost all the pulling while Kurihara-san just held her legs. It might seem like she wasn't contributing much, but that wasn't true.

Just having someone hold the legs made pulling so much easier.

We somehow reached Solange-san's room, opened the door, and entered. The interior had a chic, modern atmosphere that didn't seem very Solange-san-like.

I'd assumed it would be a more childish room, but it was unexpectedly mature. Maybe it was Kurihara-san's father's taste.

Like Kurihara-san's room, there was an unnecessarily huge bed. We carried Solange-san to it and lifted her onto the bed.

From being dragged down the hallway, Solange-san's skirt had slid down. Also, because I'd been pulling on her wrists, her sleeves had been tugged back, and her top was almost completely off.

What I could see was the valley of her large breasts and lacy pink underwear. Plus, her whole body was wet.

If I tied her up, she wouldn't be able to change clothes. It would be bad if she caught a cold.

"Let's take off her clothes so she doesn't catch a cold."

"Yes!"

Kurihara-san replied energetically to my suggestion. And so the two of us started removing Solange-san's clothes.

Seeing Solange-san become fully naked, my thing grew large from looking at her big boobs.

Her skin was pure white and her nipple tips were pink—she was beautiful, but for some reason she looked delicious.

As my thing grew bigger and bigger, I couldn't help but fidget.

Noticing that, Kurihara-san moved in front of me, knelt down on the spot, and pulled down my pants. Then she took my enlarged thing in her mouth with a "nom" and sucked on it eagerly.

The peachy bottom felt good, but Kurihara-san's mouth felt good too.

 

 

Having finished in Kurihara-san's mouth, I felt refreshed. Plus, she properly cleaned it up afterward.

Proof that she'd properly memorized the contents of those ecchi books. Even Kurihara-san, who was bad at memorizing things, could learn if she took her time.

Now that I felt refreshed, Kurihara-san was staring at me hungrily, but I decided to prioritize the task at hand.

Looking down at the naked Solange-san, I considered my options. If I tied her up after putting clothes on her, I'd have to remove the rope if she needed to change. If Solange-san resisted at that point, it would be very troublesome.

Then I should tie her up while she was naked and put clothes on over that. That way, even if she needed to change, I wouldn't need to untie the rope.

So I tied up the naked Solange-san with the rope. I tied her hands behind her back, then wrapped the rope above and below her boobs to keep her arms from moving, and tied it off. Because of that, her already large boobs were emphasized even more.

Then I tied her legs, and it was complete. But then I realized. If I tied both her hands and legs, putting clothes on her would be difficult—actually, impossible.

"Then I'll just leave her like this."

I arrived at the answer immediately.

"Kurihara-san, let's try looking for the cell phone just in case."

"… O-okay."

While I was tying up Solange-san, Kurihara-san had been pressing on her skirt with both hands and fidgeting. She nodded at my words with a slightly disappointed face.

She'd sucked my thing, so she seemed to have assumed on her own that she'd get to feel good too.

That was too naive. When you do something nice, you shouldn't expect payment or reward—my homeroom teacher Saeki-sensei always said that. Kurihara-san apparently hadn't been listening. Or maybe she heard but forgot.

But I felt a little sorry for her. She'd worked so hard sucking my thing.

"Okay, Kurihara-san. Take off your clothes and search. Be ready for use at any time."

"Yeah!"

When I said that with a sigh, Kurihara-san nodded with a beaming smile and cheerfully started undressing.

I'd at least let her have expectations.

 

 

We searched Solange-san's room, but as expected, there was no cell phone. If she'd gone as far as breaking the telephone, she wouldn't hide it somewhere easy to find. It was doubtful whether it was even still in the house.

Instead, I found something interesting.

"There's a lot of stuff…"

A large box inside the closet. It was filled with various tools.

"What's this?"

I took out a stick-shaped tool. It was a stick with balls slightly smaller than ping pong balls lined up in a row.

"T-that, um, seems to go in the butt. I've peeped on Mom using it before…"

The naked Kurihara-san, who was on all fours next to me, answered while looking up at me with blushing cheeks.

"Huh, is that so. I'll put it in for a bit, so turn your butt this way."

"Okay."

Kurihara-san turned around on the spot and pointed her butt toward me, sticking it out.

I poked the stick into the hole at the center of that butt.

"Nnh"

Her butt quivered. The stick with the lined-up balls sank into her butt hole.

Hmm, Kurihara-san's reaction was underwhelming. That made sense—she'd been laying eggs with ping pong balls bigger than these, and I could even fit my hand inside. At this point, something this size wouldn't do much.

Maybe I should try something different.

Rummaging through the box, I found a big tool.

"A massager? Does she get stiff shoulders from her big boobs?"

What I pulled out was an electric massager with a spherical tip.

"T-that, um, you press it against sensitive places. Mom used it, but it makes loud voices come out, so she seemed to use it after I went to sleep."

"Huh, sensitive places. Like where, for example?"

At my question, Kurihara-san's eyes wandered as she gulped. Then, her face turning bright red, she sat up.

Going from all fours to kneeling, Kurihara-san sat on the floor with her knees up. Then she leaned back on her left hand and spread her legs. What was visible was a smooth, single-line slit.

Kurihara-san extended her right hand to that slit and touched it with her finger.

"T-this is the most sensitive place. If the massager touches here, you apparently go crazy."

She pulled up with her finger above the slit, the skin peeled back, and a perky red bean appeared.

Ah, I knew about this. It was drawn in the ecchi books. Apparently girls go crazy when it's touched.

Come to think of it, this was my first time seeing the real thing. Since the peachy bottom was so convenient, I hadn't played with Kurihara-san herself that much.

"Is it okay to put the massager there?"

"Y-yeah. Katou-kun can do whatever he wants."

Going crazy—what would that look like exactly? My curiosity was piqued. She said I could do as I pleased, so let's try it.

The electric massager needed to be plugged into an outlet, so I plugged it into one of the room's outlets. Then I turned on the switch.

A low vibrating sound filled the room, along with Kurihara-san's rough breathing. Looking at Kurihara-san, a large amount of lewd liquid was overflowing from a girl's most important place, and she was looking at me with expectant eyes.

"Here goes."

I pressed the vibrating electric massager against Kurihara-san's crotch.

"Ngiiiiii!?"

Kurihara-san's body went into violent convulsions like I'd never seen before, and she screamed with her face twisted in agony. Then she clenched her teeth, and drool started dripping from the corner of her lips.

Rather than feeling good, it looked painful.

When I pulled the electric massager away, Kurihara-san's body jumped. She was frantically breathing, and beads of sweat were bursting out from her whole body.

"Does it hurt?"

"I-it hurts, but, I-I like pain… It was amazing."

When I asked, Kurihara-san gave a strangely alluring expression as she answered.

"Then once more."

"Ngiiiiii!? Agaaaaah!?"

When I pressed the electric massager against her without warning, Kurihara-san, who'd let her guard down, arched her back, thrust out her chest, and spasmed at the hips like a fish out of water.

Hmm, no matter how I looked at it, it just seemed painful. But she said it felt good. Pain was my weak point, though…

"Ngiiiiii!? Agaaaaah!?"

The screams echoing through the room were a bit unpleasant. In other words, noisy.

Just as I was thinking of stopping soon, liquid spurted out from just below where I was pressing the electric massager.

Pee, maybe? It might have come out from too much pain.

When I removed the electric massager from her crotch, Kurihara-san kept convulsing. Because of that, her boobs were jiggling.

Watching the scene, my thing grew bigger and bigger, and I got turned on.

That's right, I thought of something good.

I took Kurihara-san's peachy bottom out of the bag and put it on my thing. Then I pressed the electric massager against Kurihara-san's crotch.

"Nooooo!? Ngiiiiii!?"

Instantly, Kurihara-san's body jumped. She arched her back, thrust out her chest, and her hips convulsed.

"Y-yeah, just as I thought. This is—amazing!"

"Iaaaah! Higiiiiii!"

The screaming was noisy, but the peachy bottom was squeezing me tight. At that unprecedented tightness, I almost drooled. The peachy bottom was squeezing and convulsing in a way I couldn't believe. But since the peachy bottom basically didn't move on its own, there was only the pleasant tightness and vibration.

I could just move the peachy bottom by hand, but wasn't there an even better method?

Then I suddenly thought of something.

I pulled my thing out of the peachy bottom and removed the electric massager from Kurihara-san's crotch. Then I pressed the electric massager against the peachy bottom's hole.

The sphere at the tip of the electric massager was slightly smaller than my fist. So it should fit in the hole. But when I put my hand in the hole, I did it with my fingers together, not as a fist. The tip of the electric massager was already fist-shaped. It might be a bit much.

But she said I could do as I pleased, so I'd try it.

I put strength into my hand, but hmm, it was impossible after all.

"Ahih, ahiih"

Because the tip of the electric massager was pressed against the peachy bottom's hole, the vibrations seemed to be transmitting to Kurihara-san's butt.

It looked like it felt better than when it was pressed against her crotch.

That aside, it really was impossible—it wouldn't go in. More training would be necessary before this could fit.

Giving up on putting the electric massager in the peachy bottom's hole, I turned off the switch and put it on the floor. Then I rummaged through the box of tools again.

If there was a tool like the ones drawn in the ecchi books, I could do something interesting.

And there it was. An oval-shaped tool like a slightly stretched quail egg. I think it was called a vibrator egg. There were lots of them.

An electrical cord extended from the oval sphere. At the end of the cord was a switch. When I tried turning it on, the sphere vibrated with a higher-pitched vibrating sound than the electric massager.

Actually, I'd wanted to try this for a while. But I couldn't since I didn't have the tools.

I pressed the vibrating sphere against the peachy bottom's hole and pushed it in. Unlike the tip of the electric massager, the small sphere was smoothly sucked into the hole.

"Ihih!?"

Kurihara-san's body shook. The reaction was smaller than when I tried to push in the electric massager, but that didn't matter. This was for me to enjoy.

I took out two more vibrator eggs and pushed them into the peachy bottom's hole. Then I turned on the switches.

"Naaah!?"

A clattering sound came from inside the peachy bottom. The vibrator eggs were bumping against each other. Looking at Kurihara-san, her cheeks were flushed pink and she was making pleasured sounds.

Good, this was it.

I set the peachy bottom on the floor, approached Kurihara-san, and lifted her hips.

She was still in the same position from when I'd pressed the electric massager against her—upper body raised, left hand behind her for support, legs spread. With me lifting her hips, her butt hole came to just the right height.

I placed my thing against that butt hole and thrust.

"Nooooo"

"Kuh, this might be the best it's ever felt!"

My thing slid into the hole. And just as I'd expected, the inside of the hole was vibrating intensely.

Making use of the peachy bottom's characteristics, my new idea was to make the butt hole vibrate.

Even if I put things in the peachy bottom's hole, as long as part of it stuck out, only a hollow would form inside Kurihara-san's belly. That meant I just needed to put the vibrator eggs in the peachy bottom and leave the electrical cords sticking out of the hole.

That way, even with my thing in Kurihara-san's butt hole, the vibrator eggs wouldn't get in the way. Plus there was vibration.

It felt impossibly good. I became absorbed in thrusting my hips.

 

 

After finishing once, curiosity welled up.

Since there were all these tools, I'd try it.

With my thing still in Kurihara-san's vibrating butt hole, I picked up the electric massager.

Kurihara-san was gasping for breath, but seemed to have guessed what I was about to do and gulped.

Her blue eyes looked scared, but also expectant.

"Here!"

"Nooooo!? Higyuuuu!?"

I pressed the electric massager against her crotch. Instantly, along with the scream, her butt hole clenched abnormally tight. Plus, the inside was vibrating. The pleasure was beyond imagination.

Once I'd tasted this, I felt like I wouldn't be satisfied with anything else anymore.

Absorbed in the incredible tightness of her butt hole, I slammed my hips against her and came twice without pulling my thing out.

 

 

I was tired, so we decided to take a break. I was hungry too—let's eat something.

Solange-san remained naked, tied with rope, lying on the bed. To keep her from doing anything strange, I decided to restrict her actions.

The electric massager couldn't fit inside Kurihara-san's peachy bottom, but I thought it might fit inside Solange-san's looser peachy bottom.

My prediction was spot on—the tip of the electric massager went snugly inside Solange-san's peachy bottom's hole.

And then, switch on.

Screams echoed through the room. Solange-san, who had been unconscious, woke up from the extreme shock and did nothing but scream.

Finding it too noisy, I took the exhausted Kurihara-san and went down to the first floor.

And now, I was relaxing on the living room sofa, but the screams from the second floor continued.

I'd go check after the break.

 

 

The food Solange-san had prepared was all very delicious.

Because of that, I accidentally ate too much and couldn't move from the sofa.

Next to me was Kurihara-san, wiping my mouth and giving me water.

She didn't need to fuss over me that much.

By the way, the vibrator eggs were still in Kurihara-san's peachy bottom. So even now, Kurihara-san's butt hole was still vibrating.

When I put my thing in that vibrating butt hole and pressed the electric massager against her crotch, it felt really good… Remembering that, my thing grew bigger despite being tired.

Something occurred to me. The stick I first took out of the tool box. The beads on it were smaller than ping pong balls, so I'd thought it wasn't very interesting. But that thing vibrated.

Even with three vibrator eggs inside, the length was shorter than that stick. In other words, if I put that stick in the peachy bottom and let it vibrate, it might be possible to make all of Kurihara-san's butt hole vibrate evenly.

Ideally, if it vibrated, the smaller the beads the better. If the beads were big, the hole would stretch open to that size.

I'd rummage through the box and look for it later.

 

 

Before I knew it, my shoulder felt a bit heavy. Looking to the side, Kurihara-san had rested her head on my shoulder and was sleeping peacefully.

It seemed she'd fallen asleep sitting on the sofa.

Looking at the clock on the wall, nearly two hours had passed. Then I noticed. The screams from Solange-san on the second floor had stopped.

I wanted to go check, but if I moved, Kurihara-san would wake up. Plus, I was still sleepy too. So I decided to check after one more nap and closed my eyes.

 

 

The feeling of weight on my shoulder disappeared, and I opened my eyes and looked to the side. Kurihara-san wasn't there.

I was startled and tried to stand up, but my crotch area felt heavy. Looking down, Kurihara-san was resting her head on my crotch, sleeping peacefully.

I thought maybe her head had slipped down from my shoulder, but that probably wasn't it. My zipper had been pulled down, and Kurihara-san was holding my thing that was sticking out.

If she'd just fallen over while sleeping, something like this wouldn't happen.

She probably woke up partway through and then got drowsy again while doing this.

When I shook Kurihara-san's shoulders, she faintly opened her eyes. Still half-asleep, she gave a pleasant smile. Then, as if by instinct, she kissed the tip of my thing she was holding and took it into her mouth. She slowly began moving her head.

Slurping sounds echoed. I wondered why—compared to the vibrator eggs in the peachy bottom combined with the electric massager against her crotch, this shouldn't have felt as good. Yet it felt strangely amazing.

Maybe things felt better right after waking up.

 

 

After I finished in Kurihara-san's mouth and she cleaned my thing with her mouth, I took her and went up to the second floor. Then I entered Solange-san's room.

"Uwah…"

Still naked and bound with rope, Solange-san was convulsing on the bed with her eyes rolled back.

This was the second time she'd fainted.

I asked Kurihara-san to bring some water, and I pulled the electric massager out of Solange-san's peachy bottom.

Since it had been left in for such a long time, the peachy bottom's hole was stuck open. It had already been loose, but now it was even looser.

When I approached the bed to check on Solange-san, she was still convulsing even with the electric massager removed.

The bed sheets were wet in various places. She'd probably wet herself.

When I lifted her legs to check her butt hole, it was in the same state as the peachy bottom. Wide open. Putting my thing in this wouldn't feel good at all.

When I lowered her legs, Kurihara-san entered the room. She was holding a cup in both hands. I took the cup, drew water into my mouth, then pressed my lips to Solange-san's. I slowly pushed the water out like exhaling.

I heard Solange-san's throat swallow, so I knew she'd properly drunk the water.

When I separated my lips and lifted my face, Kurihara-san had a bright red face with teary eyes, her cheeks puffed out.

She was sulking because I'd kissed Solange-san. But it couldn't be helped—Solange-san was unconscious.

When I beckoned Kurihara-san over, she kept her cheeks puffed and turned her face away. But she came closer.

I grabbed Kurihara-san's wrist, pulled her to me, leaned in, and pressed my lips to hers.

"Now we're even."

When I pulled back and said that, Kurihara-san's eyes went wide, her face bright red. She raised her hand and touched her finger to her lips, then froze.

I couldn't tell if her mood had improved or not, but she was quiet for now, so it should be fine.

 

 

I regularly gave water mouth-to-mouth to the still-unconscious Solange-san, and each time, Kurihara-san's cheeks puffed up more.

I had to keep kissing Kurihara-san to fix her mood each time.

Solange-san, who had been convulsing with her eyes rolled back, now wore a peaceful smile as she slept soundly.

She probably wouldn't wake up until morning.

"Maybe we should break a window after all…"

Kurihara-san, holding bear ornaments in both hands, was saying dangerous things.

She really didn't like me giving water mouth-to-mouth to Solange-san.

Even when I kissed Kurihara-san to appease her, each time I gave Solange-san mouth-to-mouth water, the kissing's effect diminished.

It was rare to see Kurihara-san show her emotions so openly. And I didn't know what she might do.

I'd thought it would be fine to stay here until Mom noticed something was wrong and came, but it seemed I needed an escape plan urgently.

Actually, I'd thought of a secret plan quite a while ago. I didn't know if it would work, but it was worth trying.

"Kurihara-san, could you write this house's address on some paper?"

"Huh? O-okay."

Kurihara-san tilted her head but followed my request and wrote the address on paper. I took the paper and rolled it up. Then I took the flower shop onee-san's peachy bottom out of the bag and pushed the rolled paper into the hole.

I'm counting on you, peachy bottom. Deliver this letter to onee-san.

I felt anxious. There was a high chance it wouldn't work. The letter would definitely transfer into onee-san's butt, but whether she'd actually read it was another matter entirely.

If she felt discomfort in her butt, went to the bathroom, pushed it out, and flushed it, that would be the end.

"Kurihara-san, could you write a few more copies of the same thing?"

"O-okay."

While looking puzzled, Kurihara-san nodded and wrote three more copies with the same content.

If it didn't work the first time, I'd just have to try multiple times. Though all of them might still get flushed down the toilet.

But I had a feeling it would work. Looking at Kurihara-san, the affection poured into the peachy bottom seemed to somehow get through. And the peachy bottom I'd poured the most affection into was the flower shop onee-san's.

So I had a feeling the peachy bottom would convey to onee-san that I was in trouble.

 

 

Kurihara-san, holding bear ornaments in both hands, was pacing around the room with a vein bulging at her temple.

She looked ready to throw them at the window at any moment.

Meanwhile, Solange-san was sleeping with a peaceful smile.

That sleeping face was infuriating.

But I was the one who'd made her faint, so I should at least look after her. Besides, she'd probably learned her lesson, and Solange-san was just lonely.

So, if she wouldn't tie me up with rope, I might come over to eat next time.

While thinking that, I fondled Solange-san's boobs.

Her hole was loose, but she had really nice boobs.

"I'm breaking the window after all!"

Kurihara-san raised both hands and started running toward the window to throw the bear ornaments.

I jumped off the bed and grabbed Kurihara-san from behind in a hold.

"Ugh! Even mine, even my boobs will get that big eventually!"

"Calm down, Kurihara-san. Whether boobs are big or small, each pair is different. I can't know the difference until I fondle them."

"Ugh! Ughhh!"

At my persuasion, Kurihara-san bit her lower lip with teary eyes.

"Th-then, what about my boobs!?"

"High-tier. If I had to rank them, A."

"Then what about Mom's!?"

"The highest tier. Rank S."

"Ughhhhh! Ughhhhhhhh!"

Making groaning sounds, Kurihara-san struggled violently, trying to throw the bear ornaments at the window.

Stop it, Kurihara-san. Do you have any idea how much a single pane of window glass costs? Even a year's worth of my allowance might not be enough.

To break something like that so casually—this was why rich people…

While we were struggling, the doorbell chimed.

"Kurihara-san! Help might have arrived!"

"Nooo! I'm breaking the window! Mom is stupid! Mine will get big eventually too!"

Even though help might have come, Kurihara-san still tried to break the window. Why did she want to break it so badly?

I had no choice but to drag the struggling Kurihara-san toward the first floor.

 

 

We arrived at the front door, and then I remembered. Kurihara-san's house had a gate with an iron fence. And the doorbell was at the gate.

In other words, even if the front door wouldn't open, coming to the entrance was pointless.

"Kurihara-san! Where's the intercom?"

"Huh? Um, it's in the living roo—"

"Let's go!"

Because I'd asked in a loud voice, Kurihara-san stammered. I took her hand and ran toward the living room.

"Kurihara-san! I don't know how to use the intercom, so could you operate it!?"

"O-okay!"

The moment we entered the living room, I spoke loudly, and Kurihara-san nodded with round eyes and ran over to the intercom. I followed behind her.

Just as I thought—the flower shop onee-san was shown on the intercom screen.

It had worked after all. Good job, peachy bottom. You did well.

Kurihara-san, standing in front of the screen, stared at it intently and then glanced sideways at me.

"Could this be Katou-kun's friend?"

Kurihara-san was looking at me with reproachful eyes.

Thinking normally, you'd assume the flower shop onee-san was a customer visiting Kurihara-san's house. Besides, there was an age gap between me and onee-san, so it would be hard to find a connection.

But given that I'd made a fuss, had Kurihara-san write those letters, and took action the moment the doorbell rang—taking all that into account, it was highly likely the flower shop onee-san was my acquaintance.

I'd thought Kurihara-san wouldn't notice, but she was surprisingly sharp about some things.

I was a bit impressed.

"Yeah, that's right. That person is the flower shop onee-san. When I came to visit Kurihara-san before for a get-well visit, I brought flowers, remember? I bought those flowers at that onee-san's shop."

Though I'd really wanted potted chrysanthemums.

"Hmph."

Still looking at me with reproachful eyes, Kurihara-san made a dissatisfied sound. Her cheeks puffed up a little.

She seemed unhappy that I was acquainted with the flower shop onee-san.

Kurihara-san always tried to be considerate toward me, but I somehow found it more enjoyable to see her looking dissatisfied in front of me.

Wait, now wasn't the time to be thinking about things like that. If I didn't answer soon, she'd think no one was home and onee-san would leave.

"Kurihara-san! Stop sulking and answer quickly! If onee-san leaves, we won't be able to get out of here!"

"I don't really mind not being able to get out. As long as Katou-kun is here, I'm fine."

Kurihara-san said that in a prickly manner, puffed out her cheeks, and turned away.

It was fun to watch, but troublesome. Even if I couldn't get out right now, I wasn't that bothered. But since Kurihara-san wanted to break a window, I was doing my best here.

"Whatever, I'll manage somehow, so it's fine now. Honestly, Kurihara-san is useless."

"Huh!? W-wait, that's…"

Shaken by my words, Kurihara-san's prickly attitude instantly reversed to panic.

Seeing Kurihara-san like that, I got impossibly turned on.

"Look, since Kurihara-san is useless anyway, just hurry up and take off your clothes and point your butt at me."

"Huh? Oh, o-okay!"

Pretending to be displeased, I gave the order. Then, flustered, Kurihara-san quickly stripped, turned her back to me, and stuck out her butt.

I pulled down my zipper, took out my thing, and thrust it into Kurihara-san's butt hole.

"Nnh"

My thing was swallowed in one gulp. And the vibrating interior squeezed my thing.

I'd forgotten, but I'd left the vibrator eggs in Kurihara-san's peachy bottom. It felt good, but knowing it felt even better with the electric massager left me somewhat unsatisfied…

I reached forward to the slightly bent-over Kurihara-san and grabbed her boob, then pressed a button on the intercom at random.

"Ah, did it connect? Excuse me, I'm Kurahashi from Flower River."

Onee-san's voice came from the screen. And the onee-san on the screen was bowing. I'd pressed randomly, but it seemed to have connected properly.

Still grabbing Kurihara-san's boob, I started thrusting my hips. Then I brought my mouth close to Kurihara-san's ear.

"If you make a sound, she'll hear you."

When I whispered that to Kurihara-san, she covered her mouth with both hands and nodded.

"Onee-san? It's me. Do you know who I am?"

While slamming my hips against Kurihara-san's butt, I spoke toward the intercom.

"That voice… it really was you, Kikuo-kun. I never would have thought…"

She seemed surprised, but she also seemed to understand. That aside, who was Kikuo? Was that me? My name is Akiharu, though.

Oh, onee-san didn't know my name. Well, that was fine then.

"Yeah, it's Kikuo. I'm in a bit of trouble right now."

"Nn"

"The house's lock is broken and I can't get out."

"Kuh"

"None of the windows will open either."

"Hiu"

"The telephone doesn't work either."

"Nah"

"At worst, I'll have to get a locksmith to break the lock. Does onee-san know of any better methods?"

"Noh"

Kurihara-san was covering her mouth with both hands, but every time I slammed my hips into her, she let out sweet moans.

I'd told her she'd be heard if she made sounds, but she couldn't hold them in at all. If anything, more sounds were coming out.

I wondered if it was related to the vibrator eggs in the peachy bottom and me playing with her nipples.

Somehow, her nipples seemed to be bigger and harder than before.

When I flicked them with my finger, Kurihara-san trembled—it was amusing.

"I couldn't really hear, but was that a girl moaning just now?"

At onee-san's question, Kurihara-san's butt clenched tight. Her body stiffened, and she broke out in a cold sweat.

She might have gotten scared thinking onee-san had found out.

"That's from the TV."

"Ah, so that's what it was."

"Yeah."

Onee-san easily believed me. She probably never dreamed something like this was happening on the other side of the intercom.

"Naaah, feels, good"

Then Kurihara-san's voice got a bit louder.

She was probably relieved knowing that onee-san had mistaken it for the TV.

 

 

I was worried about how to explain why not just the front door, but all the windows wouldn't open either.

Normally, if you can't get in from outside, you also can't get out from inside. But that was strange.

That said, I couldn't mention anything about Solange-san. Even though she probably didn't mean any harm, tying me up with rope and confining me in the house would probably become a big problem if the police found out.

So I decided to have the daughter of the house explain.

"U-um, nnh, I-I, nah, am, K-Kurihara, aoh, Kozue, ahih, I'm the daughter of this house, nnah, ah, we were playing and, hiu, we can't get out, I'm coming!"

Being thrust into from behind, Kurihara-san still did her best to explain. Onee-san, who was listening, had a complicated expression on the intercom screen.

"Huh? The TV? Is that really from the TV?"

And she was muttering things like that.

 

 

In the end, onee-san couldn't open the front door or windows either, and since she couldn't exactly break them, she said she'd contact a locksmith in the morning. That was the obvious outcome.

Since the telephone was broken, we had no means of contact. I didn't know where the cell phone was hidden either.

Without this, I'd have had to get Kurihara-san to throw the bear ornaments through a window.

So just having someone make contact for us was helpful.

As she left, onee-san said this:

"I had a feeling Kikuo-kun needed help. And also, it's strange, but I always felt like Kikuo-kun was right by my side."

Onee-san never mentioned the paper that must have come out of her butt.

But since she'd come to Kurihara-san's house, there was no doubt she'd seen the paper.

 

 

Morning came, and thanks to the flower shop onee-san contacting them, a locksmith came.

Solange-san also woke up to handle the confirmation, and the locksmith removed a window. I was safely able to leave the house.

Solange-san seemed to have reflected considerably and apologized to me many times. But if anything, what I'd done to Solange-san was worse, so I deliberately didn't bring it up.

And from that day on, Solange-san stopped chasing after us. So I started visiting Kurihara-san's house to hang out.

But if I let my guard down, Solange-san would immediately get carried away and snuggle up to me all clingy. At times like that, I'd put the electric massager in her peachy bottom. Then she'd let out a bestial roar and tremble violently—it was fun to watch.

Of course, she probably had no idea there was an electric massager in her butt hole. But recently she'd stopped fainting and started enjoying it instead. It seemed like she was snuggling up to me on purpose now.

Since then, I started meeting the flower shop onee-san regularly. When I went to visit Kurihara-san's house, I'd stop by the flower shop along the way.

A chair just for me was placed in the shop. I'd sit on it, drink tea, and watch onee-san work. And I'd secretly play with the peachy bottom.

No matter how intensely I played with the peachy bottom while she was serving customers, onee-san never stopped smiling. I really wanted to make her face go slack like Kurihara-san's. I put in vibrator eggs and stirred her up with the beaded stick, but she never let her soft smile falter.

As expected of a professional—she was tough.

But when the customers were gone, she'd suddenly collapse weakly, sitting on the floor with her hips twitching. And she'd always glare at me.

Onee-san seemed to vaguely realize I was doing something. She probably suspected me because of the letter. But she couldn't say anything because she had no proof.

So to find proof, she welcomed me with a smile whenever I came to the shop. But she couldn't find any evidence and just kept getting played with.

After all, playing with the peachy bottom right in front of the person herself was so much fun.

And so today, on the way to Kurihara-san's house, I was walking with Kurihara-san.

"Kikuo-kuuun, heading home?"

I heard a voice from behind. The only one who called me Kikuo was the flower shop onee-san.

When I turned around, onee-san, apparently returning from shopping with a supermarket bag, was waving and running over.

Looking beside me, Kurihara-san was grinding her teeth and glaring at onee-san with a murderous look.

"Hello, Kozue-chan. You're a dazzling beauty today too."

Onee-san, unfazed by Kurihara-san's glare, greeted her with a smile cultivated from serving customers.

No matter how much she glared, it was like pushing against a curtain—onee-san brushed her off effortlessly, and Kurihara-san drooped dejectedly.

"Katou-kun! Kozue! I made a cake today!"

Then, with perfect timing, Solange-san came running over. Whenever I was with the flower shop onee-san, there was a high probability Solange-san would appear.

She'd promised not to ambush me, but I was pretty sure she was always watching from somewhere.

"Hello, Solange-san. You're beautiful today as well."

To Solange-san, who came running with both arms waving, onee-san bowed and greeted her.

"Youko-chan is here too! Youko-chan, come over and have some cake!"

Though Solange-san was shy around strangers, she seemed to like the flower shop onee-san. Probably because onee-san was friendly and listened to her.

Onee-san also treated Solange-san as an important customer since she often came to buy flowers. She handled her carefully.

As expected of a professional.

When Solange-san and onee-san got together, Kurihara-san would puff out her cheeks and look away.

Kurihara-san had the biggest boobs in our grade, but compared to Solange-san and onee-san, not just her boobs but her height and appearance were more childish. She seemed to worry about it.

Sure, boob size was important, but since Kurihara-san had the most pleasurable hole, she should just be confident.

That aside, when these three gathered, very fun things could happen.

Actually, all three of them were secretly getting their butt holes probed.

Kurihara-san because she was embarrassed.

Solange-san because she thought an evil spirit was possessing her.

Onee-san because while she vaguely realized I was the culprit, she never imagined Kurihara-san and Solange-san were in the same situation.

So I put my hand in my bag and flipped various switches.

"Ahih!?"

"Noh!?"

"Nnh!?"

When I did this while the three were together, all of them desperately tried to hide it and became awkward. The sight was amusing.

"A-ahaha! It's nice weather today too!"

With a bright red face, Solange-san laughed while trying to change the subject by talking about the weather.

By the way, in Solange-san's peachy bottom, I'd confiscated something from the box in her room—an amazingly huge thing-shaped stick was inside. It was more than twice the size of mine.

When I turned on the switch, it would whir and stir around inside her belly.

"Noh!? Hiu!?"

Kurihara-san didn't have the composure to change the subject. Though she desperately tried to act normal, her hips were twitching as she let out sweet sounds. Anyone could tell something was obviously wrong with her.

By the way, in Kurihara-san's peachy bottom, I'd put as many ping pong balls as would fit, plus the vibrating beaded stick and several vibrator eggs.

When the stick and eggs vibrated, the vibrations transmitted to the large quantity of ping pong balls, making a rattling sound inside her belly—interesting. Kurihara-san also seemed to feel really good, so it was my recent favorite.

"K-Kozue-chan, are you feeling unwell?"

Onee-san was slightly sweating, but she was the most normal of the three.

Onee-san, who wouldn't show any change while serving customers, similarly hid any abnormality when Kurihara-san and Solange-san were around.

However, she wasn't just taking it—I'd recently learned how to use a certain tool from Solange-san's collection.

By the way, several vibrator eggs were in onee-san's peachy bottom. But that wasn't all.

Among Solange-san's tools, there was one I'd recently figured out how to use—a small electric pump. A thin rubber tube was attached to it, allowing liquid to be pumped through. I'd connected a water bottle in my bag to it and was pouring water into the peachy bottom.

So water was steadily flowing into onee-san's belly, plus there was the added bonus of the vibrating eggs.

Looking at onee-san's belly, you could tell it was gradually swelling.

The fact that she could remain calm on the surface with all that going on—amazing.

But occasionally she'd glance at me and glare. It was probably quite painful.

If you want me to stop, show me proof.

While gazing at those three, I thought: life with the peachy bottom is happiness every day.