Chapter 1. I Want to Make You Broken

  "Ugh... so, like, he broke up with me, right? That's gotta be what he meant..." Her long hair was always dyed in some form, no matter how much the school got mad at her for it. As of now, it was blonde, with orange tips.

  The cicadas were unbearably loud this time of year. The temperature was just as bad. Unbearably hot, it was nearing the beginning of summer break. Forty days to act like a truant without repercussion, to spend days with friends and family along with the summer heat. A veritable haven away from the near constant pressure of school the rest of the year.

  I always hated summer. The way the sweat prickles and gathers underneath your arms while your thighs become slick from the sun's never ending assault, that was horrible, but not the worst part. While it was a haven for some students, for myself, the coming summer is a death march for friendships and connections.

  "Maybe you're just misunderstanding?" Another voice from the opposite side of the st spoke up, my eyes locking onto her as we all sat at the table. "I mean, after a few months of you being together, and then over text? That just seems kind of..." She waved her arm around in the air, as though searching for the right words.

  "Yeah, maybe..."

  "Just ask him directly, Miyu," A third girl spoke up, her eyes low and voice somewhat monotone. She was never very expressive, but the mole on the middle of her right cheek always drew my eye. "You aren't gonna get anywhere just cowering over the possibilities."

  Miyu Akamatsu let out a quiet, perturbed whine, practically pouting as she replied, "I know... it's just– It's hard, y'know? Mmm..." And then, she looked my way. "Ai~," She practically begged. "What do you think?"

  I couldn't care less. Not that I would ever say that out loud, at least. All things considered, I suppose I would rather she break up with him so the entire topic could be dropped from now on. That wouldn't ever happen, though, since Miyu jumped from one boyfriend to the next faster than I could keep track. There would always be at least one, which made this entire discussion even more useless.

  None of that is what I would say, however. Ai Suzuki would answer like this.

  "Well, I'm not really an expert on romance, but..." A sweet, caring smile pstered on my face, complete with a head-tilted stare. "What Nana said makes sense to me...!"

  When in doubt, always side with the more mature and responsible friend.

  Nana Nishimura looked to the side at my response, the inkling of a small smirk on her face as she bit down on a Pocky, giving Miyu a gnce as she quietly ate the chocote-covered biscuit.

  The second girl finally spoke up again, perhaps only now finding a proper time to interrupt. "Right... Ai, you've never had a boyfriend, huh?" She spoke in a tone that, to others, may seem delightfully innocent. A completely natural, unassuming question.

  But it was a challenge.

  "Not yet, at least." My hand to my cheek, I casually waved off the inquiry. "I'd rather focus on my studies while in High School..." I said that st bit in particur because of the rare presence of a certain person in the css. It was rare for her to be here during lunch, considering she would often be in the Student Council room.

  I wanted to look at her, even just a gnce, but with everyone else nearby to see me acting creepy, I wouldn't dare.

  "Jeez, always so studious..." Miyu sighed, though it wasn't out of animosity. A friend of mine wouldn't act that way. "Ever gonna live a little? Hehe..."

  "Not everyone is a total delinquent like you," Nana cut in, a sly look to her as she rested her chin on the back of her hand. Nana couldn’t exactly talk, though; There were more rumours about her than anyone else here. But, she had her uses.

  "Ehhh? Delinquent? Come on... you hearing this, Mieko?"

  Mieko Katou looked left and right before adding, "Er... you do kinda look like one with all those piercings, though..."

  Nana practically bursted out in ughter, while Miyu frowned pyfully.

  "Whaaa? You too, Mi-chan...? I'm being betrayed on all sides, here..." She slumped forwards and onto the table, a pout coming to her rosy lips.

  Despite their behaviour, it's not like I disliked these three. No, I quite enjoyed their presence. After all, I got quite a lot by being friends with them. By associating myself with them, my public image increased in tandem. You'd be hard-pressed to find someone in this school who hated all three, especially considering how they'd fit into such different cliches. Yet, still, they all got along so well, it's like it came naturally to them.

  I wonder if they even have to try.

  'Ai Suzuki'. The perfect, model student. That's what everyone at school sees me as. Not one person dislikes me, hates me. There's no rumours disgracing my good name, no hushed whispers about things I may have done. Ever since I started paying attention, keeping myself upright and level-headed, that's just how it's been.

  Everyone smiles at me when I smile at them. That's just how this works— And I can't count with my fingers alone the amount of confessions received, even a few from girls. That being said, all of them were rejected. After all, I just don’t need a lover.

  I had something better.

  I really, really wanted her to look at me right now. To have her gaze only on me as I look into those pitch bck eyes of hers... And then, I wanted to–

  "Suzuki-san."

  Oh, she *was* looking at me right now. While I was lost in thought, none other than Naomi Kobayashi stood up from her seat in front of me, approaching and speaking my surname. I wanted to hear it again. I immediately wanted to hear her call me Ai, too. But, I was getting far too excited from this, I needed to calm myself. Everyone was watching.

  "... Huh?" Yet, I stupidly let out that confused noise, my mind not nearly as alert and collected as my appearance would suggest.

  She didn't react much to the prompt, closing her eyes momentarily and taking a short breath as she promptly reiterated, "I need to talk to you after school. Please come by the Student Council room as soon as you can." And, with that, she walked off as quick as she had appeared.

  There was a silence between the four of us, a sort of strange stupor having taken effect. My face must look dumb right now, I'm sure. Thinking to myself like that and losing my bearings all of a sudden. No, I needed to recover, no matter how confused I currently am.

  "... Did you piss off the Council Prez or something, Ai...?" Miyu foolishly asked, as I very clearly would never do that. Ai Suzuki is beloved by all, to the point that she would be considered precious cargo in the eyes of any of her fellow students. “I feel like I always spot her gring at you, too…”

  Ah, or maybe, her asking was about *that.*

  "N-No, definitely not..." I accidentally stuttered out, to my extreme shame. I need to keep my cool. No matter how surprising a development this was, I needed to take it in stride. "Maybe she just needs help with something..."

  In truth, I had no idea. But the only way to figure it out was to patiently wait until school ended.

  –

  I was barely able to focus the entire rest of the day, my thoughts constantly going back to Naomi. Over and over, I recalled the tone of her voice, every small rise and fall in her patterns, and the distant look in her eyes she had for everyone. I never understood how she could just act like that, the way people would at times badmouth her. Nobody likes a cold person, so why would she choose to act in such a way?

  The door to the Student Council room felt strangely intimidating. I heard no loud noises from behind, so either it was just her, or it was empty. The door was unlocked, however, which led me to believe she was already present. Considering how punctual she is, too, I doubt she'd be absent...

  So, when I walk in, she'll be looking at me for sure. It makes my skin crawl to think about, so I willed whatever rational thought within me to enter. My hands upon the knob, I carefully twist it before taking the first step inside.

  It was an otherwise empty room, as she was the only one present. Indeed, the eyes I wanted to see so badly were now solely locked on to me as she sat down upon a simple chair at the one and only table present. Her uniform was clean, unwrinkled, her sleeves folded as though it's been pressed. Absolutely fwless.

  It was quiet for a few moments, but eventually, she began, "... Thank you for coming."

  As if an invitation, I nodded my head slightly and let a pleasant smile turn my lips upwards. Then, I nonchantly closed the door, moving towards her.

  "Thanking me, huh..."

  But, of course, with the doors closed and nobody nearby to listen, it didn't matter to keep up this sham. Thus, I didn't stop at the other side of the table, I walked past it entirely, standing beside her. I couldn't help but smile as I saw those dark eyes of hers meet mine, and oh, how they were filled with an adorable warmth.

  "... Yes, I–"

  She cut herself off as I straddled her p, looking down at her. It never stopped being cute how her posture was always so straight, like a perfect line... But, whenever I touched her, it would always curve as her waist buckled. Her pale skin was so easily maniputed into a fierce blush, and she was always the first to break eye contact.

  I leaned in close, my voice hushed, though not too quiet. "I told you not to talk to me in front of other people. You should have texted me." I was purposefully stern.

  I wasn't upset, of course. After all, who couldn't smile when Naomi became so sheepish like this, after she managed to gather so much of herself and act pridefully before? It was absolutely adorable to see how she pretended to be so uncaring towards me, how perfectly she pyed the role... Though, it did irk me how she so easily acted like that in front of others. Was it that easy for her to not care about me? Even when...

  "... I'm sorry... Ai-chan..." She answered, her tone far better than before. "I just... really wanted to see you today, especially since I was busy yesterday... And, I wasn't sure if you'd see if I just sent a message..." I'm not sure why, but she started to awkwardly look away from me. A complete 180 from who she was just a minute ago, it's like a completely different person.

  God, it’s so wonderful how she gets like this.

  "Don't be stupid... I always check to see if you sent anything at the end of the day. You know that..." I sighed, thoughtlessly pying with her bck tie. And, though I wasn't upset, I was the slightest bit mad that she really thought it would be fine to hint towards us even knowing each other. To the public, we were complete strangers.

  Still, it was so, so cute how much she wanted to see me... I just couldn't get over it. She was completely and utterly obsessed with me.

  "Right... I'm sorry," She repeated, this time actually showing a bit of a saddened expression on her face, her eyes losing that shine. Awww... she was gonna cry. That was so...

  My arm draped around her shoulder, I hugged her softly, nuzzling into her while grinning. "Saying sorry doesn't just make it go away, Naomi-chan..."

  So...

  "I-I know, I'm sorry... I'm really sorry," She kept on saying like a broken record box. "I wasn't– I didn't... I-I..." Ah, and there came the first tears.

  Pathetic.

  It made my heart pound in my chest. My body twitched, getting goosebumps over every inch of my flesh. I stared in utter euphoria as her tears dropped like small pearls from her eyes, small whimpers and sniffles coming with her stupid ramblings. Everything she did made it all too easy to grin, and seeing her suffer like this just made the entire day so much better...

  "Hah... It's fine, though. You really are so cute today..." A brief second, and I could hear how low my voice got. "I was a little mad, but I'll forgive you. So, be grateful.”

  I didn't like how quickly that made her look better, not when she was looking so adorable. It was fine, though. She was such a crybaby, it surely wouldn’t st. But, for now, I wiped a bit of her tears, bringing the finger I used to my mouth, licking up the remnants.

  Salty.

  Her gaze caught me doing this, but by now, she was more than used to me doing things like that. I trained her well, seeing how she didn't even bat an eye anymore. I suppose after all this time of us knowing each other, it only made sense. Ever since we graduated from middle school, and I began to befriend some others, I made it a habit to have these little meetings with Naomi. I couldn't talk to her while in the open, after all, nor could we be very open about what we do.

  We had a special kind of retionship, after all. Now and always, she was my number one. My closest and truest friend. Not lovers, though, nothing like that. To debase myself to that degree? It was unthinkable. Besides, we were both girls…

  Lovers, huh...

  "So, um... what do you want to do today?" Naomi meekly asked, though there was an undertone of excitement to her.

  I backed up off of her as I thought for a moment, sitting on the table behind me. A hand to my chin, I didn't even have to try and force a smile. "Hmm... Lately, it's seemed like all my friends talk about is romance stuff. I'm starting to feel left out, haha..." That was true, it had started to become... uncomfortable trying to formute responses. Why even ask me? I've never had anything close to a boyfriend, and I don't want one. "So, it gives me an idea... wanna kiss?"

  Those words seemed to surprise her, and indeed, for a second, I saw how her expression stiffened, to which she sputtered, her voice cracking. "Y-you want– You want to… what? N-not, er, don't you, ah, s-shouldn't...?"

  Naomi was at her most adorable whenever she stumbled and stuttered her words around. I wasn't a very patient person, but seeing how she could barely string together a simple sentence always filled me with a pleasant feeling. She was so stupid and helpless sometimes.

  I giggle. "I’m just curious what it feels like… What, do you not want to kiss me or something?" The thought that she might not filled me with something deeply wrathful, though I wasn’t sure why.

  Why wasn't she looking at me.

  "N-no, that's not it... it's just, I don't know if it would be... right for me to be your first kiss..." She looked down at the ground, her expression solemn, and tone that of shame.

  What the hell. I want to bite those stupid trembling lips of hers. What the hell is wrong with her? She'd agree to do all those things before, but stops at a pointless kiss? No way. Was she lying? Did she really not want to kiss me? I don't believe that. No way.

  I sighed, hopping off the table, "Whatever. I guess I'll just say yes to the next person who confesses to me... Aah, I hope it's not a gross looking guy, though… That’d really suck…”

  Just as quick as they disappeared, I saw her eyes fsh right back in attention, and she looked delightfully desperate. "W-wait," She stuttered out. "I-I-I'm sorry, I'll– I'll do it, please don't go. Please... A-Ai-chan..."

  There was nothing better than seeing her beg.

  "See? That wasn't so hard..." I stood next to her chair as she fidgeted in pce, looking down at her.

  Much better, she was looking at me again. Of course, she was just nervous before, or underselling the value of her lips to me. There was absolutely *no* way she wouldn't want to kiss me. Obviously... she was desperate for me. She couldn't handle being without me.

  "Mmm..." She quietly sounded out, watching as I got closer and closer.

  Not like I could go through with that earlier thing, anyways. Me, kissing some creep I don't even know? I may be curious, but not *that* curious.

  And, besides...

  "You know... I want it to be you who takes my first. I don't think I could really let anybody else do that to me... You're the only one that actually knows me." I silently debated as I talked, wondering just how I was going to go about this.

  The way her eyes perked up as I said that, how she suddenly looked... happy, it kinda got on my nerves. I much preferred when she was in pain, one way or another, when she was absolutely pathetic. That's when she was the best, when she was the cutest. This new expression didn't look like it suited her well.

  "R-really...?" She followed up with that dumb childish tone she would always speak in around me.

  ... Stop.

  "Just shut up..." I blurted out, and without warning, I leaned in.

  The first thing I noticed was how hot her breath felt against my lips, like a nice, warm breath. Then, I felt how soft her lips were, perfectly nurtured with the chapstick she applied every day. I remember when I tried using it once. It tasted like an overpowering artificial strawberry.

  The kiss didn't st long, not at all. A second, maybe less, and it wasn't all that amazing or anything. It was just lips pressing against lips, an honestly dull sensation. No explosions went off, no divine revetions. I gave away my first kiss and felt the exact same after.

  Though, it wasn't totally pointless. As I pulled away and looked at her, the expression I saw was priceless. Her eyes were wide, her face flushed an extreme shade, and her bottom lip was quivering. She looked so, so stupid, I almost wanted to do it again to see just how better her expression would become.

  Before I could do that, though, she suddenly let out a noise reminiscent of a short squeak, and ducked her head into the cloth of my uniform, as if to hide her face. She was around my stomach, so I was stuck standing there like a fool...

  I could feel her breath even through my shirt. It tingled. "What are you doing?"

  "... Mmmh..." Was all I could hear, some pathetic whimper.

  She was so weird sometimes. Like she forgot her social skills at the worst times... She's lucky I'm such a good person, otherwise, I wouldn't put up with her like this. I really don't want to stand forever, though, so I sat down on the table behind me as she continued to cling onto my stomach.

  "Are you really that embarrassed...?." I put my hand on her back, quickly noticing how she flinched in response.

  "Mhm..." She sounded again, another murmur.

  "Fine, you can stay like that for a bit," I sighed. I guess this was fine.

  "... Kay..." The first word in a while escaped her lips, and she held onto me tighter.

  Looking down at her and the now messy bck hair framing her, I was struck with a somewhat strange feeling. She was being pretty annoying right now, yeah, but... she was so adorable. It was always fun to mess with her in whatever way I could, seeing her dumb reactions... When she was around, it's like my mood improved instantly.

  And she truly cares about me, she'd go along with anything...

  "I don't think I need a boyfriend or lover, or whatever," I began, getting lost in my thoughts for a second. "It seems stupid, honestly... I'm more than content as long as I have you, Naomi-chan." I decided to share, in spite of nothing really going on in my mind.

  "Really...?" That seemed to get her attention, as she cautiously looked up at me. She looked more subdued than before, but no doubt was her face still heated, her eyes moist.

  I moved my hands, cupping her cheeks as I held her face towards mine. "Yeah," I giggled, "You're my number one, after all."

  Something I can't possibly put into words appeared on her face, her expression lighting up more than ever before. Despite her best efforts, her smile was quite obvious. It was something she couldn't hide, not when she was with me. I suppose that was the case for me as well, I just couldn't stop smiling whenever I got to do what I want with her...

  ... But, again, she looked far too happy. Far, far too happy for me to enjoy this. My hands left her face as I dropped them to my sides. She was staring at me, looking even more like some ditzy doll than usual. She'd love just being like this with me, even for hours and hours, but I'd indulged her enough for weeks.

  "Sit back down," I whispered into her ear, grabbing her arm and practically shoving her off of me.

  My skin itched.

  "O-oh, I... okay." Obedient as ever, she backed up, stumbling down into the chair from before.

  It was beginning to get a bit hot in the room, so I casually unbuttoned a few of the top buttons on my bzer. It wouldn't do any good to overheat in here. To no surprise, a pair of pitch-bck eyes gazed straight at my now exposed colr bone, as if hypnotized by it. She was surprisingly shameless, sometimes.

  "Don't be a pervert, it's just warm in here."

  A quick moment of panic overtook her, and her expression shrunk back. "N-no, I wasn't– I didn't–"

  That was much, much better... Aah, I wanted to make her feel worse. Scared, ashamed, guilty... Those desires were consuming me as I released a few more buttons and rolled up my sleeves, looking down at her from the table.

  “Why are–”

  "I've noticed," I cut her off mid-sentence, hopping down from the table. "Ever since we started High School, you've started to look at my body a lot."

  "Wh–" She seemed a bit surprised, her eyes fluttering. "Huh?"

  "Especially in Gym css. It's not that I hate you looking at me, it's just... people are gonna notice if you've constantly got your eyes on me. They're gonna think I did something to you... And you really don't wanna go out there and start rumors about us, right?" It was hard to stop myself from smiling while teasing her, but still, I was calm as can be. Calm. I was calm.

  She wasn't, however. There were already quite a few beads of sweat dotting the skin of her forehead. "... I'm sorry, I'll stop."

  Ugh, she misunderstood. "No, it's fine if you do, Naomi-chan... just, try and keep it a bit more on the down low, okay?" The corners of my lips stayed upturned, but I made sure not to reveal my teeth as I spoke. "I'm curious, though... Why do you do it?"

  I could see her tense up and suck in a gulp of air, her cheeks tinted a tiny shade of red. "I... W-well, I..." She anxiously shifted her eyes about the room. "You're just... really beautiful, Ai-chan. P-Perfect, even. And, I can't stop... thinking..."

  Oh?

  Suddenly, my interests peaked, and I found myself standing right next to her as I listened. "Yeah?”

  "I-It's just– Um, I, sometimes, you're..." Her voice lowered into a near whisper, something that irked me to no end as I hunched close to her. "I– I-I... I like how you... a-ah, I... um... Just– I always..."

  "Come on, Naomi-chan... I won't get mad, just speak properly," I pleaded in mock desperation.

  She was wavering over each word, looking absolutely disheveled. There was nothing I wanted to do more than to mess her up even more, to see that face she makes that I can't look away from. Her heart was beating so quickly that I could tell, despite the limited contact... aaah, I wanted to touch more... I wanted to make her squirm already...

  No, not yet. I had to hold off. She was far too slow, I was always too impatient.

  "Y-you're just... amazing. In every way. I guess, what I'm trying to say is..." She looked up at me, the faintest of smiles on her face. "You're my number one t– Mmgh–?"

  I cut her off by pcing my thumb in her mouth, pushing past her lips without much trouble. She let out a pathetic whimper, but didn't even try to push me off, let alone struggle. In fact, she was more than ready to let me do whatever I wanted.

  I already knew I was the most important person to her. I didn't need to hear her say useless words like those.

  "Your mouth is pretty soft, huh..." I moved on without acknowledging her words, promptly sitting upon her p once more.

  She'd always been taller than me, but that made sitting atop her thighs the perfect pce. She was eye level now, and considering she was no longer shyly casting gnces away, she wouldn't be able to avoid meeting me for as long as I'd like. It was an exhirating feeling, seeing her shudder when we're this close.

  I pulled my thumb out of her mouth upon feeling her tongue for a few moments, watching as the drool followed in the form of a few, somewhat thick strands. I found myself unconsciously licking the drool off my finger, and it didn't taste like much. She was always keen to keep her mouth clean, after all.

  I wanted to make it dirty.

  "Ai-chan..." She quietly spoke my name as her breathing got harsher, more noticeable to my ears.

  I moved my hand down to her belly, slowly tracing along the front of her uniform. She was so pathetic, letting me do what I want with her. So quickly, too, did she become a quivering puddle... And that's all she'd be in a few moments. I turned my hand into a fist, beginning off with a light prod upon the area.

  "Ah...? Nmh..." Was all that managed to escape her mouth, along with a few other miscelneous whines.

  After a few more seconds of this, I began to push a tad harder. The first that I was able to elicit was a loud squeak, quickly fading into more hushed murmurs and huffs as I increased in speed and pressure. My hand trailed back and forth, roughly rubbing my knuckles in multiple directions.

  Upon stimuting the area enough, or what I decided was enough to get the effect I wanted, I stopped. As she shuddered, I gave myself one moment to rex my hand before moving it back up, right around her mouth.

  "Open."

  She did.

  Upon this, I was given free access to pce my middle and pointer finger inside. Then, without warning, I pushed them deeper inside her mouth, nearing the back of her throat. She instinctively gagged, but I didn't release. She clenched tightly around my fingers as her gagging became louder and louder, her breathing completely halted for this short moment.

  When I finally took them out, she managed to force out some coughs. Annoyingly, a bit of saliva got on my shirt from this, but I didn't let it faze me outwardly. While her head dropped, my hand remained on her chin, pointed upwards and keeping her full, undivided attention.

  "Don't fight it," I frowned, and her eyes were wide open in compliance.

  I put my hand back in, and put a bit more effort in it, moving more forcefully, and putting them deeper inside. As if to further my euphoria upon seeing her face, she began to gag once more, and even attempted to wretch. Tears began to prick at the corners of her eyes, small drops beginning to flow onto her cheeks.

  It hurt, didn't it? She certainly looked like she was in pain, how those gssy eyes of hers reddened. The thin string of drool dripping from her mouth gave her such an utterly pitiful look, even more so when her words did manage to escape through her constant choked noises. It was absolutely wonderful seeing her like this... There's really no better time than this to smile.

  It was then that I finally felt a warm liquid rise from the back of her throat. She quickly attempted to cover her mouth as I removed my fingers, but I just as speedily pinned her hands down. It was less for controlling her, however, and more so that I wanted to feel how her fluids erupted past her lips fell upon us both.

  So, it only came naturally for her tears to mix together with the vomit spilling from her mouth, small spshes nding onto both me and her. It was a surprisingly light fluid, but thick. Having the texture of some off-white porridge, I suppose that's just her diet combined with the fact she doesn't eat much... Ah, but she'd definitely be hungry after this, considering it was only half digested.

  Now, with most of what was inside her stomach removed, she simply continued to retch up bile and acid over us both. Not that she seemed to even notice between her pathetic sobs and adorable little hiccups. Everything she was doing put an immeasurable smile on my face. I never wanted it to leave my lips...

  With her still recovering, I moved my finger atop some of the released liquid, pyfully swirling around it. It was hot, as expected, and it sorta tingled. I plopped it in my mouth, tasting it for a moment. "Hehe..." I chuckled, "That's pretty gross, huh?”

  Strands of her typically well kept hair had now became messy and clung to her face thanks to all the different fluids spilling from her poor, trembling mouth, an appearance that made her look even more dazzling. Her expression was equally as muddled, especially with how out of nowhere I did this. It looked absolutely wonderful.

  I looked down at her, a pleased sigh coming out of my mouth. "Oh, Naomi-chan..." I cooed, "You're so cute today..."