COTE : Is Talent Everything? (Rewrite)-Chapter 134 - 129: Fetish and Incident

Thanks to Arisu, I was able to understand the depth of what a fetish truly is.

"Let me ask again—now that you're aware of your fetish, have you made any new discoveries?"

"It's like things that were vague before have become clear. When I touched Arisu's thighs, it was like... an unfamiliar sensation, but it felt really good."

The experience before and after self-awareness was completely different. That soft, indescribable texture and the way Arisu reacted so bewitchingly—it was captivating, and my attention kept shifting between the two. I really owe her for this. Maybe I'll buy her a cake as thanks later.

"I see... But even within thigh fetishism, there are individual differences. Did you feel sexual pleasure because it was Sakayanagi, or do you get sexually excited by girls' thighs in general?"

"I don't know yet. Arisu's the only one I've experienced it with."

...I wonder if I could ask Arisu to let me touch them again.

As I entertained such an inappropriate thought, Ayanokouji rested his chin on his hand, deep in contemplation.

"If you're a thigh fetishist, I'm curious if clothing related to thighs also falls under that."

"Oh, you mean things like thigh-highs and tights?"

"Yeah, exactly. A single fetish raises so many questions."

Questions beget more questions, and the desire to experiment grows—that's the nature of intellectual curiosity. Exploring the unknown and learning is incredibly fun and fascinating.

"Why don't you ask Sakayanagi to wear thigh-highs or something?"

"Easy for you to say, but taken out of context, that just sounds like perverted behavior."

"I think if you asked, she'd eventually say yes. Even if not Sakayanagi, I can think of two other girls who'd listen to your requests."

Well... I can also picture a silver-haired, gentle book-loving angel and a red-haired, attention-grabbing teasing devil in my head... but asking to touch their thighs feels like it'd be taken the wrong way. Not that there's a right way to take it, but still.

I could only ask Arisu because of the long-established trust between us.

"Well, I think we can keep observing the progression of your fetish for now. Let me know if you figure anything else out."

"Got it."

Unraveling things bit by bit has its own charm.

After wrapping up my topic, Ayanokouji shifted to his own question.

"How did you notice the signs of your fetish? If there's a trick to it, let me know. I want to figure out my own fetish too."

"A trick, huh... At first, I just found myself drawn to thighs."

It's not like it applies to anyone, but I can't deny that I've started looking at female acquaintances in that way. I still don't fully understand it myself.

"Is there any good method?"

"A method..."

A way to become aware of one's fetish... Even searching online wouldn't yield much. This is something you have to figure out for yourself. But I do know the perfect catalyst.

"How about adult videos?"

For some reason, I heard choking and coughing sounds from all directions, but I chose to ignore them.

"Adult videos?"

"AVs, in other words. Watching sexual acts might help you realize what catches your attention."

"I see. That makes sense."

He nodded in understanding.

I couldn't even imagine Ayanokouji reacting to female body parts, but maybe he'd at least find some clues.

"Alright, then let's head back to my room and watch some AVs. You're coming too, Hikigaya."

"Got it. Might as well ask Ishizaki and the others for AV recommendations while we're at it."

I typed out a message—"Tell me your recommended AVs"—and sent it. Ayanokouji took a sip of coffee, looking satisfied.

"The coffee here's good."

"Yeah. Horikita was the one who told me about this place. After this, we'll watch some AVs and—what's wrong?"

His arm, which had been moving to place the coffee cup back down, froze midair. He wasn't looking at me but... behind me?

I turned my head to look.

"...Huh?"

"I'm surprised. I never expected you two to have such vulgar conversations in public."

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Behind me stood Horikita, her expression colder than Ayanokouji's could ever be, arms crossed, glaring down at us as if we were trash.

"You two. Can't you tell the difference between appropriate and inappropriate topics? That was a public space. How could you say those things so shamelessly? Did you even look around? Everyone was blushing and looking down. You were practically disrupting business. If this affects our class—"

We were immediately dragged out and subjected to a very, very long lecture.

I don't think our conversation was that bad, though. Fetishes, AVs... It's not like we were in a library or something.

After being thoroughly scolded by Horikita, Ayanokouji and I agreed to continue our discussion another day and parted ways. Just as I was about to leave Keyaki Mall—

"My, what a coincidence."

The voice belonged to Kiryuuin, carrying several paper bags in both hands—clearly in the middle of shopping.

"Hey. Kiryuuin-senpai."

"Fufu, no need for such stiff honorifics. You can just call me Fuuka."

"...Then, Fuuka-senpai."

Testing it out, Kiryuuin blinked in surprise before narrowing her eyes with interest.

"I didn't expect you to call me that so easily. Should I take this as you making a move on me?"

"I was just trying it out. Anyway, did you need something?"

I assumed she had a reason for stopping me, but Kiryuuin casually closed the distance between us.

"Nothing major."

She slightly lifted the paper bags in her hands.

"As you can see, I'm shopping. I was about to check out some cosmetics."

"Got it."

"Cosmetics are for refining one's appearance, but I'd like to pick something that appeals to a certain guy I'm interested in. Do you get what I'm saying?"

"...You want cosmetics that'll appeal to a guy you like, right?"

At my response, Kiryuuin smirked meaningfully.

"And that guy happens to be right in front of me. Consider this a date invitation."

A roundabout way of asking me to accompany her to the cosmetics section to help her choose, it seemed.

"Wouldn't it be better for you to pick rather than someone like me?"

"No. I want what you choose—in other words, cosmetics that suit your preferences."

She declared this with confidence, leaving me at a loss. Since I was just heading back anyway, joining her wouldn't be a problem. It all came down to my choice.

Go home now, or go on a date with a beautiful senpai...

"If you're fine with me, I'll come along."

Human nature leans toward the more rewarding option.

"That's the answer I wanted. Let's get going, then. The date starts now."

With a sharp yet pleased expression, Kiryuuin grabbed my hand and pulled me along.

"I can carry your bags."

"Oh? You're the type to be considerate toward women. Or is this from experience?"

"I haven't been on that many dates, but I think it's better if the guy carries things."

"Either way, you're a good man. But I'll decline the bag-carrying. They're not that heavy, and I'm aware I'm dragging you along."

A bit unexpected. Kiryuuin had considered that I might be reluctantly accompanying her.

"If you say so. Just to be clear, I'm not reluctantly going along with this."

I didn't want her worrying about that. Not that I expected her to, given her personality.

"Fufu. You really are a good man. I'm glad my first date is with you."

"Wait, first date?"

"Didn't I tell you before? I've never been this interested in a guy until now. You're the first."

She smiled at me, and I reflexively averted my gaze.

"You're surprisingly shy, aren't you?"

She let out a light laugh.

Honestly, she's not like anyone else I know, and it throws me off.

When we reached the cosmetics section, the first stop was the lipstick aisle. A different store from the one I'd visited with Nazuna before.

"I don't know much about cosmetics."

"That's fine. Just pick based on your instincts. Can you find something that suits me?"

"If instincts are all you need."

I double-checked, and Kiryuuin nodded in satisfaction. Asking me to pick something that suits her wasn't that unreasonable—she's naturally beautiful, so anything would probably look good on her.

As I browsed, one product caught my eye among the rest. Since she said to rely on instincts, I took it and handed it to her.

"Lipstick?"

"Yeah. The color's darker than usual, but I thought it'd suit you, Fuuka-senpai. You're already beautiful, so lighter shades might not stand out as much—that's what my instincts told me."

"You're quite good at complimenting women, aren't you?"

Her mood visibly improved as she examined the lipstick, her expression softening.

But at that moment, someone approached from behind her.

"Ah... sorry. Wasn't looking."

A third-year student—Yamanaka from Class 3-D, if I remembered correctly—bumped into Kiryuuin's shoulder. Despite claiming to have been distracted, he didn't seem flustered as he apologized and tried to leave.

"Wait."

"Huh!?"

Kiryuuin tightly grabbed Yamanaka's wrist as he tried to walk away. Her expression was openly displeased, enough to make Yamanaka flinch.

"Hikigaya, you noticed too, right?"

"More or less."

Still gripping Yamanaka's wrist, Kiryuuin gestured with her eyes toward her handbag. I checked inside and pulled out the unpurchased lipstick—the one Yamanaka had slipped in when he bumped into her.

"You really thought I wouldn't notice?"

"Ghk—!!"

Kiryuuin, clearly irritated, slammed Yamanaka's wrist against the wall.

"You planted an unpurchased lipstick on me. There's only one reason for that—you were trying to frame me for shoplifting."

"..."

Yamanaka's actions were exactly as Kiryuuin described. Given her personality, it was possible she had enemies, but the idea of him acting alone felt off.

"But Yamanaka, someone like you wouldn't pull this off alone. Who put you up to this?"

Her tone was calm, but the force restraining Yamanaka spoke volumes about her anger.

"Talk. Who ordered you?"

"..."

"My apologies. I must've phrased that poorly."

With a forced smile, Kiryuuin slammed his wrist against the wall again. Naturally, pain twisted Yamanaka's expression.

"————Spit it out. There won't be a next time."

The glare she delivered at point-blank range made Yamanaka's fear palpable. His trembling wasn't just physical—his voice shook as he spoke.

"N-Nagumo... Nagumo told me to..."

I'd assumed this was the work of a student who disliked Kiryuuin, but a big name had come up.

"Nagumo, huh? You're sure?"

After an exaggerated nod, Kiryuuin glared at Yamanaka one last time before finally releasing him.

"I have no further use for you. I suggest you disappear quickly."

Yamanaka scurried off, visibly terrified. Watching him go, Kiryuuin took a deep breath, placing a hand on her head.

"Sorry you had to see that."

"Don't worry about it. But I didn't expect you to get that angry."

No offense, but I thought Kiryuuin would've laughed off something like this.

"I despise actions that harm others purely for personal gain—the kind where people think it's fine as long as they don't get caught. It makes me sick."

A new side of Kiryuuin. She seemed to have a strong aversion to crimes like shoplifting.

"Ruined our date, didn't it?"

"What are you going to do now? Knowing you, this isn't the end, right?"

"You know me well, Hikigaya. Tomorrow, I'll have Kiriyama arrange a direct talk with Nagumo. I won't be satisfied until the mastermind apologizes."

Nagumo was the prime suspect. Starting with him was the logical move.

Kiryuuin finally calmed down and showed me the lipstick I'd handed her earlier—the one she'd been holding onto this whole time.

"I'll buy the lipstick you picked for me."

"Glad to hear it, but... are you sure?"

Ironically, the product she'd almost been framed with was also lipstick.

"Yamanaka has nothing to do with this. It's valuable because you chose it."

"It was just instinct, though."

"Even so, that's what makes a maiden's heart flutter."

Her earlier irritation was gone, replaced by a cheerful tone.

"Our date got interrupted today, but let's continue another time. Next time, I'll be wearing this lipstick."

She said that, but there was a chance I'd get dragged into more trouble. I'd have to think carefully about my response.

Turn down the offer and miss out on a date, or accept and enjoy time with a beautiful senpai despite the risks...

"If you'll have me, I'd love to."

"Fufu, I'll look forward to it."

Extra Scene

After parting ways with Kiryuuin, I returned to my room. Since Amanazu had come back earlier than usual, we had dinner together before spending some time alone.

"Senpai, I loooove you~! Sooo much~!"

Amanazu clung to me from behind, pressing herself against me.

"You're always so intense with your affection..."

"Cuz I really love you! I wanna make up for all the time I couldn't say it~!"

Resting her small chin on my shoulder, she let out a sweet sigh.

"Senpai, do you hate clingy girls?"

"If I did, I wouldn't have given you a spare key or let you come over."

"That's why I love you...~!"

Using her natural agility, Amanazu flipped over my shoulder in a handstand before slowly lowering herself onto my lap.

"If you wanted to sit on my lap, you could've just done it normally."

"Ehehe~. I wanted to surprise you~!"

I sighed, but Amanazu paid no mind, nuzzling her face against my chest.

"Honestly, I kinda thought senpai wouldn't be into girls your own age."

"You've got sharp instincts."

"Wait, really? So you do like younger girls~?"

I wasn't about to reveal my preference for older women. Very few people knew, and as long as I kept quiet, it'd stay that way.

While distractedly eyeing Amanazu's thighs—now that I was aware of my fetish—my phone suddenly buzzed with multiple notifications.

"What's this?"

"...From Ryuuen?"

The message was from Ryuuen, containing a video with a caption. Amanazu and I squinted at the screen.

"Kuku, never thought you'd be begging for AVs. At first, I was gonna ignore it, but I figured you'd be with a girl by now—Amanazu or Hiyori, maybe? Sent it at the worst possible time for you. You're welcome. It's the 'older woman' genre you like, so jack off all you want. If you've got any cum left, that is. (Laughs)"

"................................."

Oh right. When I was talking to Ayanokouji about fetishes, I'd asked Ishizaki and Ryuuen for AV recommendations.

"Senpai, why'd you ask for AVs?! And what's this 'older woman' thing?!"

"...Calm down, Amanazu. Look, Ryuuen's words are 120% lies."

"So you do like younger girls?"

"...Who knows?"

"Being vague like that is basically admitting it, y'know?"

Her eyes, which had been sweet just moments ago, now narrowed as she crawled closer, looming over me.

"Liars get punished, senpai~♡"

"...Ryuuen, you're dead."

Then again, maybe I should've learned by now that asking Ryuuen for favors never ends well...

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