Chapter 43: Fiery Love
A Few Days Later – Early Evening
The final rays of sunlight filtered through the tall buildings of Musutafu as the sky blushed in hues of orange and purple. A light breeze rustled the leaves overhead as Harue and Mina strolled down the quiet sidewalk, bags slung over their shoulders, the weight of textbooks heavier than usual.
"Ugh, my brain's actually melting," Mina groaned, dramatically slumping forward. "If I see one more practice sheet, I'm gonna start seeing math formulas in my dreams."
Harue chuckled, hands in his pockets. "You said that yesterday too. And the day before that."
"Because it's still true!" she whined, shooting him a playful glare. "You're lucky you're some kind of academic fire god or whatever. I'd be dead without your help."
"Nah," Harue replied with a small smirk, nudging her shoulder. "You've been crushing it. I'm just your study fuel."
Mina smiled, cheeks a little pink from the compliment—though she could easily blame it on the walk. "Still… I can't imagine doing all this without you. Like, seriously."
Harue glanced over at her, and for a second, there was a softness in his eyes he didn't try to hide. "Well… lucky for you, I'm not going anywhere."
As they reached the front gate of Mina's house, she slowed down, her fingers idly toying with the strap of her bag. Her eyes shifted briefly to the door, then back to him.
"Hey, um… my parents aren't home tonight," she said, voice a little quieter now. "Do you wanna—uh, come in for a bit? Maybe hang out?"
There was a faint flush on her cheeks, and she looked away just as quickly as she'd asked.
Harue blinked, surprised, but didn't let it show. He gave a casual shrug and smiled, keeping his usual confident tone even if his heart gave a soft jolt.
"Sure. I could use a break from equations anyway."
Mina grinned, still a little pink but clearly happy with the answer. She stepped up to unlock the door, her fingers fumbling slightly before she pushed it open.
"Then, welcome to Casa Ashido," she said with a small laugh.
Harue followed her inside, the door closing softly behind them.
The soft click of the door closing echoed through the quiet hallway as Mina led the way inside, the warm glow of the entryway lights casting a gentle sheen across the wooden floor.
Harue followed just behind her, slipping off his shoes and neatly setting them beside hers by the door.
"Sorry if it's a little messy," Mina said quickly, brushing some imaginary dust off her skirt as she peeked over her shoulder. "I wasn't exactly planning for company."
"It's fine," Harue said with a small smile. "You've seen my room. You're way ahead of me."
Mina laughed, but it came out a little too quick—too sharp. She cleared her throat, then motioned for him to follow as she padded down the hallway. "C'mon, we can chill in the living room for a bit."
The living room was cozy, modest, with a couch that looked well-loved and a few framed family photos on a nearby shelf. Mina moved ahead, turning on the TV more for background noise than anything else, the screen flickering to life with a soft glow.
"You want something to drink?" she asked, turning toward him. Her fingers fidgeted slightly with the hem of her shirt, eyes darting between him and the kitchen. "We've got juice. Water. I think some soda too."
"Orange juice, if you've got it," Harue said, settling casually onto the couch, though his eyes quietly followed her every movement.
Mina nodded. "Right! Orange juice. Your favorite."
She flashed him a nervous smile and quickly turned toward the kitchen, disappearing around the corner, the faint sound of the fridge door opening trailing after her.
The room fell into a peaceful quiet, the TV murmuring softly in the background.
[Harue's POV]
A couple of minutes passed. The soft hum of the TV filled the quiet room while the low clink of glass came faintly from the kitchen.
Harue exhaled and leaned back into the couch, finally relaxing a bit as he slipped off his school jacket and loosened his tie. He rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt to his elbows, tugging at the fabric with a lazy motion.
He pulled out his phone and quickly shot a message to his mom:
"Gonna be home late, hanging out with a few friends. Don't wait up."
A small lie, technically—but it made things easier.
He tucked the phone away, drumming his fingers on his knee before glancing around the living room. It had been a while since he'd been here—really been here. Mina's house had always been kind of a second home when they were younger, especially in elementary school. But ever since middle school started… and, well, puberty happened… most of their hangouts shifted to school, his backyard, or public places. Safer territory.
Now, being alone in her house again—it felt different.
A little too quiet. A little too intimate.
And then, the thoughts crept in.
"Bro. This could be it. Fourth base. Full send."
The little devil version of himself popped up in his mind, cartoonish grin and all, whispering in his ear with far too much confidence.
Harue's cheeks flushed slightly. "Shut up," he muttered under his breath.
"No, really. You've known her forever, she clearly likes you, and those thighs—"
Then, to his surprise, his angelic conscience showed up too… and gave a slow, thoughtful nod.
Harue's eyes widened.
"Et tu, angel?" he whispered with mock betrayal, before shaking his head rapidly.
He gave himself a soft slap to the cheek, snapping out of it.
"Virginity shield—activate," he murmured with a slight smirk, quoting the old meme under his breath as he sat up straighter. "Gotta stay pure. Hero first. Horny thoughts later."
Just as he was regaining composure, the sound of approaching footsteps made him glance up.
Mina stepped back into the room holding a tall glass of orange juice in one hand—and Harue's breath caught for half a second.
She had changed out of her uniform into a snug purple tank top that clung gently to her chest—no bra, as far as he could tell, and her skin had a soft shimmer under the room's light. Paired with that were tight denim shorts that hugged her hips and showed off her thick, pink-toned thighs.
Harue's eyes trailed just a bit longer than he meant them to—his brain quietly short-circuiting. Dancing lessons, huh… yeah, they paid off.
"Sorry I took a while," Mina said casually, offering the glass to him as she sat down beside him. "Didn't wanna stay in that stiff uniform."
Harue took the drink with a grateful smile, forcing his eyes to stay respectfully on her face—even though his internal dialogue was in full crisis mode.
"No problem. You look—uh, comfy," he said with a soft laugh, taking a sip to hide the heat in his cheeks.
Mina grinned, pulling her legs up on the couch as she settled in next to him, their shoulders nearly brushing.
The couch cushions gave a soft sigh as Mina leaned back into them, pulling her legs up under herself while Harue remained comfortably beside her, sipping the last of his juice. The light from the TV danced across the room in faint pulses, casting flickers of color on their faces.
"It's been a while since you were here, huh?" Mina said with a little smirk, nudging his shoulder.
"Yeah," Harue chuckled, setting the glass down on a nearby coaster. "Last time I was here, I think your mom tried to make us do a two-person dance for that neighborhood festival."
"Oh my god, don't remind me," she laughed, covering her face. "I still have nightmares about tripping over your foot and nearly faceplanting into the flower arrangement."
"You did faceplant," Harue corrected with a grin.
"Okay, yeah, but I made it look cool."
Harue laughed again, the sound low and genuine as he glanced around the living room. "Speaking of your mom… where are your parents, anyway?"
Mina shrugged, grabbing a remote and flipping to her favorite movie streaming app. "They went out to dinner with my dad's boss. Something formal. Super boring. I got a pass."
"Lucky you," he said, relaxing further as she scrolled.
"Oh! Found it!" she beamed. "Heroes Rising: New Dawn. One of my favorites. It's kinda cheesy but it's got charm."
As the opening scene rolled, Harue leaned back and let himself get pulled into it. The movie was clearly a lower-budget spin-off of the original Heroes Rising, but Mina was watching it like it was Oscar-worthy.
Harue's eyes flicked to the screen and then back to her, a half-smile tugging at his lips.
Man… if I had photographic memory like those reincarnated fanfic protagonists, I could've made bank rewriting half the stuff here. Movies are so weirdly different. Worse, mostly. But…
He looked at Mina again—eyes wide, chin resting on her knees as she stared at the screen, completely absorbed.
…I guess I really can't complain too much about this life.
At some point—neither of them noticed exactly when—their hands found each other. Mina's smaller pink fingers slid into his, warm and gentle. Her thumb lightly caressed the back of his hand, sending a quiet buzz through his chest.
Harue didn't say anything.
Instead, he let the moment stretch as she slowly leaned in, resting her head against his chest. His arm moved on instinct, wrapping gently around her back, pulling her a little closer.
The weight of her, the softness of the moment—it all felt so… right.
As the final scene of the movie played, the fictional hero, Ultra Man, stood victorious on the battlefield. Smoke still curling around the ruins, he pulled Mrs. Wonder into his arms and kissed her passionately, the screen bursting into dramatic lighting and orchestral swells.
Mina's breath hitched slightly, and the playful energy between them faded into a heavy silence.
Harue looked down at her, saw the nervous blush on her cheeks as her eyes stayed on the screen.
And then, without overthinking it—without giving his nerves a chance to speak—he gently tilted her chin up.
Her eyes widened just slightly… before he leaned in.
Their lips met in a soft, searching kiss—warm and electric. Mina pressed back eagerly, one hand curling into his shirt as the kiss deepened. When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathing heavier, their eyes locked, the space between them practically humming.
"I love you, Mina," Harue said softly, honestly, like it had always been there waiting.
Mina's eyes shimmered with emotion as she whispered, "I love you too, Harue."
A smile played across his lips—tender, but burning with something deeper.
He stood slightly, bent down, and scooped her into his arms effortlessly, her soft gasp muffled by his chest. She didn't protest—only clung to him tighter as he gently lowered her back onto the couch, hovering over her.
(R-18 scene)
The flickering light from the TV cast a warm glow over Mina and Harue's intertwined bodies on the couch. Mina lay beneath Harue, her heart pounding with anticipation as his strong hands explored her curves.
"I love you, Mina," Harue murmured, his voice husky with desire.
"Mhmm yes~ Harue," Mina replied breathlessly, pulling him closer. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, tongues dancing as they savored each other's taste. Harue's fingers deftly undressed Mina's top, revealing her big pink breasts, her nipples flushed a deeper shade of pink.
Harue broke the kiss to trail his lips down Mina's neck, nipping gently at her pulse point. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, cupping her breasts and rubbing his thumbs over her hardening nipples. Mina gasped, arching into his touch. She fumbled with the buttons of Harue's shirt, eager to feel his bare skin against hers.
As their clothes fell away, Mina's eyes widened at the sight of Harue's impressive length. "Wow, Hot-shot... you're huge!" she nervously exclaimed, wrapping her small hand around his throbbing shaft. Harue groaned at her touch, his hips bucking slightly. Mina leaned in, her pink tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock.
Harue's head fell back as Mina took him into her warm mouth, sucking gently. Her hand stroked what she couldn't fit, twisting slightly.
The sight of Mina's glistening pink lips wrapped around him was almost too much to bear.
"Mina... that feels incredible," he panted, tangling his fingers in her hair.
After a few minutes, Harue carefully pulled Mina off his cock.
"I need to be inside you," he growled, positioning himself at her entrance. Mina spread her legs wider, her wetness coating his tip. With one powerful thrust, Harue buried himself deep inside her tight heat.
"Ah!" Mina cried out, feeling a sharp pain as Harue broke through her hymen. Tears pricked her eyes, but the pleasure quickly overwhelmed any discomfort. Harue paused, concern etched on his face. "Are you okay? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," he said softly, brushing away her tears with his thumb.
"I'm okay," Mina reassured him with a small smile. "It just stung a little. Keep going, please." Harue nodded, starting to move slowly.
Mina moaned as he filled her again and again, his bright orange hair falling over his face.
As Harue thrust faster, Mina wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper. The wet sounds of their lovemaking filled the room, punctuated by their gasps and moans.
Mina could feel her pleasure building, coiling tight in her belly. "Harue, I'm so close," she panted, clinging to his shoulders.
"Come for me, Mina," Harue commanded, reaching between their bodies to rub her clit.
That was all it took to send Mina careening over the edge. She cried out his name as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her, her walls clenching around his cock.
With a final thrust, Harue followed Mina into bliss, quickly pulling out his little brother and releasing his hot seed on her stomach. He collapsed on top of her, both of them panting and trembling with the aftershocks of their intense lovemaking.
"I love you so much, Mina," Harue whispered, pressing a tender kiss to her lips.
"I love you too," Mina replied, holding him close.
As they lay there basking in the glow of their passion, Mina caressed his hair as a bright smile made its way on here lips.
End of chapter.