Bathroom

**Marin’s Shower Stall**

Hot water cascaded from the showerhead, streaming over Marin’s golden hair, tracing her full breasts, slender waist, and round hips.

*Ohhh, so refreshing!* Washing away all the sweat felt amazing. Seriously, holding a competition in this heat? But at least I went head-to-head with Komi—

She closed her eyes, but her mind was flooded with images of Komi—the clash of their breasts during the cavalry battle, the friction of their side breasts in the three-legged race, the fierce kiss-fight in the storage room. Her body felt strangely sensitive, even under the shower. Komi was bathing right next door—what kind of gorgeous curves was the water tracing over?

*Ugh, I can’t stop thinking about her!* Her lips were so soft, her breasts so firm… every touch made Marin’s heart race! Her hand drifted to her chest, fingertips brushing her hardened nipples, sending a shiver through her. Biting her lip, she moaned softly, “Komi…” Her fingers slid downward with the water, picturing Komi’s long, dark hair plastered wetly to her face, her cool gaze tinged with allure.

Refined, graceful, serene, elegant—like a moonlit goddess.

Was Komi always like this? But what about that wild, lustful look in the storage room, or the shy, blushing girl? Which was the real her?

“Ah—” Marin tilted her head back, pink lips parting as water spilled from her mouth, adding a sultry edge. *Her curves are so perfect, her cleavage so deep… I’ll dominate her, make Gojo-kun see only me! Ugh, I want to take her down right now!* Then, maybe, we can be friends.

She gently kneaded her breasts, mimicking their clash with Komi’s, her other hand slipping to her lower body, feeling the wet heat. *I’ll beat her, but her body’s so tempting… am I a pervert?*

Pleasure surged like a tide, yet an emptiness lingered. *It’s not enough… I want to face her again! That interruption last time sucked!* *I need more—*

**Komi’s Shower Stall**

Komi stood under the hot water, her dark hair cascading like a waterfall, clinging to her pale skin.

*The water feels nice… today was fun… Marin—*

Her face flushed crimson, her mind consumed by Marin’s radiant smile—those bold lips, fiery curves, the press of their side breasts in the three-legged race. *I want to shine like her. Why does she always speak so easily, like the sun, practically melting me?*

Her breasts, reddened by the water’s heat, trembled, her erect nipples quivering as if yearning to clash with a worthy rival—or to connect with a close friend? Her hand unconsciously grazed her chest, fingertips brushing her sensitive nipples, sparking a tingle. She whispered, “Marin…” Her mind conjured Marin’s perky hips, her golden hair glinting in sweat-soaked glory.

*Like the sun, lighting up the world.*

Yamai called Marin a *bitch*, but now Komi felt strange too. *Am I a pervert? To make friends like Marin, do I have to become like this?* Her smile was so dazzling, and Tadano kept praising her. *Tadano likes girls like that… I need to be like her—no, stronger!*

Her fingers slid to her lower body, touching a wet, sensitive spot, her body trembling involuntarily. *I’ll beat her, bite her lips, grind against her chest, and—and—* *Come on, bring it!*

Pleasure surged, but a deeper emptiness gnawed at her. *This isn’t enough… I need to get closer, fiercer!*

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Hot water poured from the showerheads, the sound echoing in the storage room’s showers. Steam filled the air, mingling with the scent of youthful sweat and the sweet, intoxicating fragrance of the girls’ bodies.

Komi and Marin stood in their separate stalls, water gliding over their naked forms, tracing their full breasts, slender waists, and round hips, as if their hidden desires were seeping into every curve, priming them for an imminent clash.

Beneath the water’s roar, faint gasps slipped through, like forbidden moans evoked by the heat. Komi’s dark hair clung wetly to her face, water dripping down her deep cleavage. Her fingers grazed her chest, brushing her erect nipples, sending a shudder through her. Marin’s teasing smirk haunted her mind, golden hair swaying, breasts bouncing as if taunting her. A classmate’s word flashed—*bitch*.

Her fingertips pinched her swollen nipples, rubbing them; her hand slid lower, teasing her wet folds, the heat mingling with the water, dripping to the floor with soft *plinks*.

Next door, Marin’s golden hair hung over her shoulders, water sliding from her high breasts into her plunging cleavage. Her fingers kneaded her nipples, mimicking their clash with Komi’s, her mind burning with Komi’s cool gaze and elegant curves, yet the storage room’s fiery kiss scorched her. *Komi, deep down, you’re a—slut.*

Her fingers dove to her lower body, rubbing fiercely, wet heat streaming down her thighs, blending with the water, her nipples red and aching, as if ready to burst.

A faint moan drifted from the other stall, barely audible over the water, yet it spiked their heartbeats. Unsure if it was real or imagined, their movements quickened, as if competing through the thin wall. Komi’s fingers glided faster, Marin’s image sharpening; Marin’s fingers worked harder, picturing Komi’s dark hair and seductive elegance.

Their soft moans intertwined with the water’s rush, like colliding currents igniting fiercer desire, yet failing to fill the void.

*Not enough!*

“Mm…” Komi bit her lip, stifling a moan, stopping her fingers and shutting off the water, leaving only her ragged breathing. “Ah…” Marin paused too, shaking her wet hair, water flying, her eyes burning with frustration.

*That sound, that sound—you’re right there!*

They wrapped themselves in thin towels, bare feet slapping the wet floor, and pushed open their stall doors, the air thick with lingering erotic tension.

*You’re there—I want you, I can’t hold back!*

Komi and Marin stepped out, clutching their flimsy white towels, their bare feet making soft *slaps* on the wet floor, like echoes of their pounding hearts. The towels barely covered their chests and hips, the damp fabric clinging to their skin, outlining their lush curves. Their exposed skin gleamed under the dim lights, each uniquely breathtaking yet equally lethal.

They turned, facing each other, their overflowing breasts aimed, their dripping lower bodies exposed to one another.

Their gazes collided, like sparks igniting in the humid air, setting the steamy locker room ablaze.

Komi’s wet, dark hair clung to her face, water dripping from her locks to her collarbone, trickling down her deep cleavage. Her full, firm breasts strained the towel, nipples faintly visible, a silent challenge. Her slender waist seemed fragile, her hips round and tight, her long legs subtly muscular, like a moonlit goddess—elegant yet dangerously alluring.

Marin’s golden hair hung damply, water sliding from her perky breasts into her tempting cleavage. Her towel clung tightly, accentuating her exaggerated curves—breasts like ripe peaches, a waist that begged to be grasped, and hips so pert the towel barely held. Her toned thighs radiated youthful energy, like a blazing sun, fierce and bold.

Komi’s cool gaze wavered, her heart trembling, her cheeks red as boiled apples. She stared at Marin’s body, flashes of their in-game dungeon clash flickering—dim lights, pressing breasts, taunting stares. Now, Marin stood before her, naked perfection suffocating, the embodiment of her jealousy: *Her figure’s flawless… She can flaunt it without shame, even in front of Tadano?!*

Komi had never felt such burning agitation. Her massive breasts quivered with her heavy breaths, her fingers clutching the towel, nails digging into her palms, her eyes igniting with stubborn fire, jealousy and desire intertwining like a spark catching flame. She’d never wanted so badly to prove herself, or risk drowning in her own inadequacy.

Marin’s eyes blazed with provocation, like a wildcat ready to pounce. Her gaze roamed Komi’s body—her towel-straining breasts, her delicate waist, her long legs, every inch a sculpted masterpiece. Game memories surged—the clash of their massive breasts, sweat-soaked cleavage, defiant stares. Now, Komi stood naked before her, elegant as a doll yet radiating forbidden allure. Her heart churned: *Komi’s body is stunning… prettier than mine? So erotic yet so pure? Is this what Gojo-kun wants? Did he see all of her when measuring her? Why does he like her? I’ll make her submit!* Her lower body tightened, her fingers grazing the towel’s edge, ready to tear it away.

Their mutual jealousy, their potential “rival,” their unresolved festival clash, their recent self-pleasure’s muse—all stood before them.

Steam clouded their heads, fueling desire and battle lust. They both knew what was coming.

“Komi…” Marin’s voice was husky, a low murmur.

Komi bit her lip, her voice barely audible yet resolute. “Marin…”

They stepped forward simultaneously, their strides slow and heavy, like manga rivals in a classic showdown. Komi moved with silent rhythm, her towel slipping, revealing more pale skin, the tops of her breasts peeking out, her cleavage a dark abyss. Marin’s steps were powerful, like a poised leopard, her towel loosening, her breasts nearly spilling out, nipples protruding like taunting flags.

One step, two, three… their pace quickened, driven by each other’s gaze, heartbeats echoing in the room. Komi’s towel slid from her chest, slowly exposing her full, quivering breasts, nipples trembling as if craving touch; her waist’s towel loosened, revealing her slender midriff and round hips, water dripping down her curves. Marin’s towel slipped too, falling to her waist, baring her high, firm breasts and deep cleavage, her hips gleaming seductively, like a burning flame.

*Slap!* Their towels hit the floor simultaneously, as if fated, their naked bodies fully exposed in the steamy, dim light.

Komi’s dark hair fell like a cascade, half-covering her face but not her massive, erect-nippled breasts, signaling desire. Her waist seemed breakable, her hips tight and round, her legs long and subtly toned. Marin’s golden hair spilled messily, her breasts high and firm, nipples erect like defiant banners. Her waist was delicate, her hips sculpted, her thighs taut with youthful vigor.

“Komi, we haven’t settled this, have we?” Not in the game, the storage room, or the festival.

“Marin… I won’t lose.”

Half a step apart, their breasts collided, erect nipples locking precisely, a jolt like electricity surging through them, sparking in their cores. Komi’s nipples scraped Marin’s, sending shivers; Marin’s breath hitched, her nipples pressed into Komi’s soft flesh, jealousy flaring as if overwhelmed.

“Ah—!” Marin moaned, ignited by pleasure, lunging forward, her breasts slamming into Komi’s, nipples grinding into soft flesh like dueling bullets. Komi countered, leaning in, her breasts smashing back, nipples locking in retaliation. Their chests clapped softly, cleavage pressing tightly, sweat and steam mixing, dripping to the floor, a signal of ignited war.

*No holding back—let’s fight, flesh to flesh, bare to bare, until a victor’s clear.*

*I’ll devour your radiance—*

*My rival, I’ll “eat” you!*

Simultaneously, their hands shot to each other’s lower bodies, slender fingers locking onto wet folds, sliding through slick creases like a declaration of war. Marin’s fingers plunged into Komi’s core, nails grazing sensitive walls, sparking shudders as she taunted, “Come on!” Komi bit her lip, her face ablaze, her fingers diving into Marin’s core, sliding rapidly, her heart screaming, *I’ll make her scream!*

Their movements erupted like a storm, breasts grinding, nipples scraping with soft *zips* like sparking embers. Fingers worked fiercely, wet heat dripping through their fingers—shower water or uncontrollable arousal?—splashing softly on the floor. Komi’s breasts pressed against Marin’s, desperate to dominate; Marin’s pushed back, venting her frustration. Their bodies trembled, sweat and slick mixing like clashing torrents.

Just as the fire threatened to consume them, footsteps and laughter echoed outside—

“Ugh, I’m so sweaty!”

“Yeah, a shower’ll fix it.”

“Wish I could stay in an air-conditioned room.”

“The beauty pageant’s indoors with AC—it’ll be cool.”

The voices neared, like ice water dousing their heat.

“Crap!” Marin hissed, panic flashing in her eyes, her breasts still pressed against Komi’s, nipples trembling. Komi’s face burned, her fingers still in Marin’s core, feeling her shudders.

Both were flushed with desire, faces red, arousal dripping—*No one can see us like this!*

*Hide!* Marin spotted a locker nearby and dove in. “Komi?!” *Is she too scared to move?*

Ugh, Marin grabbed Komi. “This way!” They tumbled into the same cramped locker, slamming the door shut. Darkness enveloped them, only their ragged breaths and scorching bodies remaining.

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