[CH.22] Various Aspects of Dormitory Life
(5 AM)
I felt the alarm clock placed by my pillow start to ring. I tried to stop it with a quick slap to avoid disturbing the other residents in the dormitory. However, my arm wouldn't move properly.
It felt like my body was constricted by a loop-like object, causing me to experience a breathlessness. Yet, there was also a strange sensation of being wrapped in something soft, along with a comforting warmth. I also noticed a mixture of a perfume-like scent and a faint hint of alcohol.
"Ugh, it's so noisy..."
Above me, I heard a murmuring voice that sounded somewhat like a groan, and the constriction suddenly eased. I managed to get my half-asleep brain to function and sat up. There, I saw a familiar woman searching for the alarm clock with her left hand, her eyes still closed. Ah, I see, I couldn't move because she was holding me. I let out a small sigh of relief.
I silenced the alarm clock for now and looked around the quiet room. It was definitely my room. That meant she was the intruder in this situation. Well, we've been sleeping together quite often recently, so I've gotten used to it.
"Ai-san, come on. Sleep in your own room, will you?"
The oldest of the dormitory residents, Ai Shinonome, who is also an active actress, shakes her body, but perhaps because the noisy alarm clock has disappeared, she is once again focusing on the world of sleep. Maybe it's because she's sleeping in just her underwear, but for some reason, it bothers me that her plump breasts are jiggling every time I shake her.
“Please just wake up!”
Of course I was being careful, but when I pulled her breasts with my palm, I heard a nice snapping sound. At the same time, she said, "Hey!'' A voice came from the girl in front of her.
"I want to stay, what are you going to do?"
"Isn't it because Ai-san doesn't wake up easily? More importantly, if you wake up, please go to your own room and go to sleep."
I responded to her with a somewhat exasperated tone. Actually, the reason I woke up so early was that I had plans to go jogging with Yumi. I needed to get ready quickly and head to the entrance where we had agreed to meet. It wouldn't be good for a junior to keep a senior waiting, after all. That's just common sense.
Avoiding Ai, who was still lying down, I got out of bed and quickly removed my pajamas. I put on a T-shirt and then a tracksuit on top of it. Of course, I didn't forget to put on the track pants.
"Sumire, you really shouldn't change your clothes so carelessly like that anywhere. There are probably people out there who wouldn't hesitate to pay good money just to see you changing."
"What are you talking about? I wouldn't do something like that! By the way, are you still drunk?"
"Of course, I am. It's only been a little past 3 AM. Alcohol doesn't just wear off easily, you know. After I took my clothes off, I felt cold, so I thought I'd cuddle with you, the soft and warm human hot water bottle."
I let out a small sigh in response to Ai's rather harsh words and glanced around the room, but I couldn't find the clothes she had taken off. She must have taken them off somewhere else. I hoped someone else would find them.
After lightly brushing my hair, I quickly gathered it behind my head. After all, if you've been fiddling with your hair since kindergarten, you get pretty good at handling it with one hand. I secured it with a hair tie to make sure it wouldn't come undone, then turned to Ai, who seemed like she was about to drift back into the dream world on the bed.
"In about 30 minutes, Toyo-san will have the bath ready for you, so if you wake up, take a bath. If you're planning to sleep seriously, please go to your own bed. Got it!?"
"Yeah, yeah, got it, understood."
With an indifferent response that made me feel like saying, "Do whatever you want," I left the room. After a quick facial wash and teeth brushing in the washroom, I went to the entrance, where Yumi was already waiting. Oh, I felt so sorry. If it weren't for Ai, the time-wasting machine, I would have been here on time.
"Yumi-san, I'm sorry for making you wait."
"No worries, I just got here. Good morning, Sumire."
I responded with a "Good morning" to Yumi, who was clad in a red tracksuit, and we both changed into our sneakers. Then we left the house and went to the garden, where we began with warm-up exercises. We did radio calisthenics thoroughly, followed by several light jumps in place.
In my previous life, it was common to do warm-up exercises that involved tapping your toes on the ground and flexing your ankles before running. However, I had heard on TV when I was bedridden due to illness that this was not recommended, so since my reincarnation, I have been doing the alternative warm-up of jumping that was introduced at that time. It was said that flexing your ankles like that could lead to sprains and make your feet more susceptible to injury, though I no longer knew how credible that information was.
With both of us now slightly warmed up, we started to jog lightly after leaving the gate. The sound of our light footsteps echoed pleasantly in the still quiet residential neighborhood.
In late September, as I was getting used to life in Tokyo, I thought it was about time to resume my daily jogging routine. When I consulted with Yumi about it, she suggested running together, which became the starting point. Yumi had also been thinking of taking up jogging, so my suggestion seemed to come at the right time for her.
However, because Tokyo was considered dangerous, jogging alone was not allowed. Not only Yumi but also others in the dorm, including Oshima-san, had advised against it. Although our walking strides and running speeds were different, I sometimes felt that I might be inconveniencing Yumi. Yet, for now, I continued to take advantage of her kind offer.
We reached a nearby park and took a short break. What I noticed while running with Yumi was that I had to run faster than usual to keep up with her. In other words, when I used to run with Mark, he naturally adjusted his speed to match mine. It seemed he was quite considerate. In my past life, if I had been able to show that level of consideration, I might not have spent my entire life as a virgin.
Without revealing these inner thoughts, I complained that I woke up with Ai sleeping in my bed. Yumi laughed and comforted me by saying, "Sumire, everyone cares about you," while we continued our lighthearted conversation. It was true that with Ai, Yumi, and the two other high school girls, I hardly ever felt lonely since they all paid attention to me whenever they had spare time.
As we caught our breath and exchanged trivial stories, we started heading back to the dorm together. It took us about 45 minutes for the round trip. Upon our return, we went straight to the changing room. Since the dorm's bath was spacious enough for two adults to comfortably share, I always took a bath with Yumi after our jog.
We removed our tracksuits and put our colored clothes, towels, and underwear in the designated baskets. Then, we undressed completely. It was a bit chilly because of the sweat, so we hurried into the bathroom together. After undressing and separating our items into the baskets, we both stood there completely naked.
The sweat on our skin made us feel a bit chilly, so we quickly entered the bathtub. Yumi kindly poured some hot water over me to help me warm up.
"I'll wash myself first, Sumire, so you can stay warm," Yumi always said this, and I would protest, saying, "No, I don't want to let Senpai get cold." However, today, as always, she gently lifted me and placed me in the bathtub. I may indeed be lighter than the average person our age, but being hoisted by a first-year junior high school girl made me feel a little hurt. It wasn't just my weight that was below average, my height was too. However, for the sake of my peace of mind, I kept that to myself.
I leaned my chin on the edge of the bathtub, my arms resting there, watching Yumi as she washed her hair. I couldn't help but glance reflexively at her chest, which was still in the process of developing, and areas that were about to become private, probably because of my past life as a man. However, this didn't make me feel any arousal or inappropriate desires. It just made me realize how I was somewhere in between being a man and a woman, and I let out a small sigh.
Yumi, who had just rinsed off the shampoo, asked, "What's wrong?"
"...Yumi, when do breasts start to grow, like at what age?" I couldn't bring myself to express my real concerns, so I let out a less serious worry that I've been pondering. It was a genuine concern of mine – I was both looking forward to and fearful of the fact that breasts would eventually grow. As a woman, I understood that breasts would naturally develop to some extent, and I looked forward to it. However, as someone who used to be male, there was a sense of fear that accompanied this change.
In my previous life, I had been overweight, so I had some fat in my chest, which might have made it less of an issue. But now, with this frail, slender body, I couldn't help but feel anxious about the changes and discomfort that would come with breast development.
Yumi-san, who would never have thought that the young junior in front of her was thinking such a thing, let out a small burst of laughter and reached out her hand to gently stroke my head.
"Don't worry, Sumire's breasts will expand properly, so it's okay. But Sumire is small, so she might be a little slower than the others."
“It would be fine if that were the case...but it would be unbalanced if it were as big as Ai-san.”
When I said that, Yumi-san let out a loud gulp, apparently merging Ai-san's big breasts with my current body in her mind.
"Oh, stop it...Sumire, are you trying to laugh me to death?"
I was a little annoyed when I saw Yumi laughing and washing her body, saying, "You don't have to laugh so much.''
Even when Yumi-san and I were taking turns washing my hair and body, I said, "I think I should cut my hair because it takes a long time to wash it,'' but Yumi-san rushed in and stopped me, and we took a bath together. When I was there, Yumi-san started massaging my flat breasts, saying, "I'll massage you in preparation for the future,'' and we finished the bath time while squealing.
With steam coming out from our warm bodies, we wrapped ourselves in the bath towels provided in the changing room and returned to our rooms. Yumi's hair is short, so it's fine, but mine doesn't get wet easily, so I use another bath towel and wrap it around my head to absorb the moisture.
Ai is still sleeping in my bed, and I put on my pants and chemise next to her. As I was drying her hair with the hair dryer installed in her room, Ai suddenly sat her up, probably because the hair dryer was making too much noise.
"Did you take a bath? Well then, let me dry you."
While saying this with her sleepy eyes, Ai took the hair dryer from my hand and dried her hair with her gentle hands. I kept the distance between her hair and the hair dryer so as not to damage her hair, so after I let it dry completely for about 15 minutes, she brought me a comb and a hair tie and even arranged her hair.
“Customer, what do you think?”
My hairstyle reflected in the mirror is a high ponytail. However, the hair on the back that was supposed to be tied together now hangs down in a fashionable way, and although it feels dated from the Heisei era's perspective, I think it's very cute.
"Thank you, Ai-san. That's amazing, just like the hair and makeup artist."
"I had the same hairstyle done the other day when I was filming. I heard a lot of tips at that time."
After Ai said that, she left her room with a clever wink. She would have looked good if she hadn't fallen into bed, she thought, before seeing her off and changing into her uniform.
After that, she had Toyo-san's homemade breakfast, and she headed to school with her school-designated bag on her back.
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