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Hanabi was going to die of embarrassment. She was stupid. So, so stupid, and she regretted listening to the stupid, stupid horny brain that convinced her sending Yuito a photo of her breasts was a good idea.
She was level-headed enough at the time to have sent it anonymously, and she made sure neither her hair or her face were visible, but still the anxiety made her chest pound. She had checked the picture, and then checked it again, countless times over the last few hours. She had reassured herself that absolutely nothing identifying was visible either on her body or in the background.
But still, what if her figure was recognizable enough to him that he would realize it was her?!
And even if he didn’t figure it out, still there were so many reasons to be anxious about it; what if he sent a copy to his friends or something? The thought of Nagi, Shiden, or Wataru seeing it sent a shudder down her spine, and her stomach lurched. Maybe they keep it to themselves when it’s a girlfriend or wife, but when it’s an anonymous girl, that’s the sort of thing guys shared among themselves, right?!
… No, that wasn’t fair to think about Yuito. Neither of them were teenagers anymore, and he was a good guy—a gentleman even. He was too respectful to do something like that, even if it was some random woman he’d never meet, as far as he knew.
She sat against the headrest and curled up her arms around her knees. She looked at the sent photo again. It wasn’t possible to delete it from his received folder, and even if it were, he must have seen it by now right? She had to assume that. Yet when she spoke to him earlier, fishing for a reaction, he didn’t seem to give away that he’d seen anything out of the ordinary. She couldn’t exactly hint at it either, without revealing that she sent it.
It was so maddening not knowing! Did it just go into a spam filter and not get seen at all? Had he figured out it was her and was trying to pretend he didn’t know or see it? Was he just being respectful and not saying anything about this girl to his friends? But surely he would at least be flustered, even if he was trying to hide that he’d seen anything?!
Or did he…not like them?
She frowned and cupped her breasts, assessing their size. She was pretty scrawny despite her exercise, and not exactly well-endowed. As far as she could tell, Naomi and Kasane both seemed to be into Yuito too, and both of them were definitely better, in almost every way she could think of—body, discipline, skill, personality, family connections…
She whined with frustration and anxiety, purposely banging the back of her head against the headrest. Damn Yuito, he could at least reply to the message if he wasn’t going to react in real life! Even something silly, like a thumbs-up emoji!
Hanabi was sure this would just be a funny story to look back on and laugh about when she eventually worked up the courage to confess her feelings to him, and if he accepted them and became her boyfriend…but right now the whole affair was mortifying. She simultaneously feared he would recognize her, and that he wouldn’t see it at all, and that he wouldn’t like the photo.
Hm, maybe if he wasn’t reacting to that, she should try— No, BAD horny thoughts, go away!
Why was she contemplating sending another, even more revealing picture? Just wondering about his reaction to her boobs was already killing her, yet here she was thinking about sending a picture of her pussy as well—clearly it was doing the thinking here instead of her brain.
I couldn’t anyway, he might recognize my hair color, or something. Unless I shaved… No, not happening, stop it!
She needed to clear her head before she did something else she would regret, and needed to calm her nerves too. She fetched her bright pink vibrator from the cupboard drawer, masterfully hidden under a not-at-all-suspiciously-placed stack of sports magazines.
Before she started, she made sure to lock down the photographic and recording features of her psionic implants for… Oh, about an hour, just so that she wouldn’t feel any temptation to send Yuito some ‘footage’.
The vibrator buzzed to life, and she began to imagine his reaction to the picture, and what he would do if he could see her right now…
Oh my goodness, Yuito thought with a terrible blush, this must have been meant for someone else.
He was definitely not expecting this when he opened the brain-talk message from an unknown sender. It was a slender woman with her breasts on full display, and they were very nice ones at that.
His pants were suddenly tight, and he wasn’t sure if it felt uncomfortable or too comfortable. How awkward, especially knowing the picture was definitely not for him… The right thing to do would be to delete it, or maybe first he should send a reply, warning her it was sent to the wrong number, and to be more careful in the future? Would that be rude?…
He really should delete it. Eventually. He would.
…
Two minutes and a lot of whirring thoughts later, a zipper was loudly opened. This had nothing to do with the picture, of course—the timing was just a coincidence. In fact, just to prove his honorable intentions, he wouldn’t even have the message open! His thoughts instead drifted towards… No! definitely not Hanabi! That would be weird, because they were just old friends! No no no, he was thinking of some non-specific, imaginary woman who just happened to have a similar personality, appearance, voice…