The late afternoon sun cast long, languid shadows across the empty hallways of Kōren High School. It was a familiar kind of quiet, the one that settled after the last club meeting had ended and the final bell had long since faded into a memory. For Rin Shinomiya, the silence was usually a welcome companion, a time to organize her thoughts and meticulously plan the student council's next agenda. But today, the quiet felt heavy, each tick of the clock in the student council room a small hammer against her temples. A mountain of paperwork sat before her, a testament to a week of relentless preparations for the upcoming school festival. Her usually immaculate posture had a slight slump, and a weary sigh escaped her lips, a sound of uncharacteristic vulnerability.

The door slid open with a soft clatter, revealing the vibrant, almost impossibly energetic figure of Kaede Sajou. Her fiery pigtails seemed to defy gravity, a stark contrast to Rin’s sleek, dark hair. Even after a full day of patrolling the halls for the Public Morals Committee, Kaede’s spirit was undimmed, though a closer look revealed the faint lines of exhaustion around her bright eyes.

“Shinomiya-senpai! Still at it?” Kaede’s voice was a cheerful melody that cut through the stuffy air. “You’re going to turn into a permanent fixture of this room if you’re not careful.”

Rin offered a small, tired smile. “Sajou-san. I could say the same for you and the hallways. Someone has to ensure this festival runs smoothly.”

“True, true!” Kaede plopped into the chair opposite Rin, her own sigh much more dramatic. “But man, my feet are killing me. I think I’ve walked the entire length of Japan today.”

Just as a comfortable silence began to settle between them, the door opened again. This time, it was Kei Ashida, her expression a perfect blend of laid-back amusement and genuine concern. She leaned against the doorframe, a picture of casual coolness. “I had a feeling I’d find the school’s two hardest workers burning the midnight oil before the sun’s even set. You two need a break. Seriously.”

Kei’s presence had a way of changing the atmosphere. She was the anchor, the calm center in the sometimes-chaotic world of their high school lives. She was Wataru Sajou’s best friend, a fact that gave her a unique, grounded perspective on the tangled relationships that defined their social circle. She was, in many ways, the ultimate realist in a school full of dreamers. The series of events that unfolded daily at their school often felt like a scene from “The Dreaming Boy Is A Realist,” and Kei was the one who could always see through the drama to the simple truth beneath.

“It’s easy for you to say, Ashida-san,” Rin murmured, rubbing her temples. “You don’t have a budget report that’s threatening to revolt.”

“And you don’t have to deal with first-years trying to set up an illegal takoyaki stand in the gym,” Kaede added, groaning.

Kei pushed off the doorframe and walked over, her eyes softening as she looked at them both. “Exactly. Which is why you’re both coming over to my place. My parents are out for the weekend. We can order pizza, complain about our responsibilities, and maybe even study for that lit exam we’re all pretending doesn’t exist. No arguments.”

Rin started to protest, her sense of duty warring with the tempting offer of respite. But one look at Kaede’s pleading face, and another at Kei’s firm but kind expression, made her resolve crumble. The idea of escaping the sterile quiet of the student council room for the warmth of Kei Ashida’s home was too alluring to resist. For once, Rin Shinomiya decided to let her responsibilities wait until tomorrow.

Kei’s apartment was a cozy haven of soft lighting and comfortable furniture. It smelled faintly of laundry detergent and something sweet, like vanilla. It was a world away from the rigid structure of school. After a dinner of greasy pizza and easy conversation, a comfortable lethargy settled over them. They sprawled on the plush rug in Kei’s living room, surrounded by textbooks they had yet to open.

“I’m so full I think I’m going to burst,” Kaede announced, patting her stomach contentedly. She had changed into a pair of shorts and a loose t-shirt borrowed from Kei, her usual uniform replaced with a softness that seemed to mirror her relaxed mood.

Rin, too, had shed her formal school uniform for a simple tank top and sweatpants. Without the armor of her student council president persona, she seemed younger, more approachable. Her long black hair was tied back loosely, a few stray strands framing her elegant face. Kei watched them both, a thoughtful look in her eyes. She saw the tension that still lingered in Rin’s shoulders, the way Kaede was restlessly fidgeting despite her claims of being relaxed.

“You’re still wound up, Rin,” Kei said softly, her voice a low murmur. “You carry the weight of the whole school on your shoulders.” She shifted closer, her movements fluid and deliberate. “Here, turn around. Let me work some of that out.”

Rin hesitated. Physical contact that wasn’t a formal handshake was foreign territory for her. But Kei’s offer was devoid of any pretense, a simple act of kindness. She acquiesced, turning her back to Kei and sitting straight. Kei’s hands settled on her shoulders, and Rin flinched almost imperceptibly at the contact. Kei’s fingers were surprisingly strong, yet gentle. They found the tight knots of stress at the base of her neck and began to work them with a practiced, rhythmic pressure.

A soft, involuntary sound escaped Rin’s lips. It was a sigh of pure, unadulterated relief. Kei’s thumbs pressed into the tense muscles, and Rin felt a week’s worth of anxiety begin to melt away under the warmth of her touch. Kaede watched them from her spot on the rug, her head propped up on her hand. An unfamiliar feeling stirred within her—a mix of curiosity and a faint, inexplicable flutter of jealousy.

“You’re good at that, Ashida-san,” Rin’s voice was breathy, her usual composure fractured by the disarming pleasure.

“Just Kei is fine,” Kei replied, her voice close to Rin’s ear. Her fingers moved lower, tracing the lines of Rin’s shoulder blades through the thin fabric of her tank top. “You have to be a realist about these things. If you don’t take care of your body, your mind follows. It’s all connected.” This was Kei Ashida’s philosophy, the core of her personality that made her such a stable presence in the often-dramatic world of “The Dreaming Boy Is A Realist.”

Rin’s head lolled forward, her dark hair brushing against Kei’s hands. The touch was no longer just therapeutic; it had become something else, something more intimate. Each stroke of Kei’s fingers sent a shiver down her spine, a spark of heat that spread through her veins. Her skin tingled where Kei touched, and even where she didn’t, in anticipation. The air in the room grew thick, charged with an unspoken energy. Kaede felt it too. She sat up straighter, her eyes fixed on the sight of Kei’s hands moving over Rin’s back with a slow, deliberate sensuality.

“Your skin is so soft, Rin,” Kei whispered, her breath ghosting over Rin’s neck. The use of her first name, so casual and yet so potent, sent another jolt through Rin. Kei’s hands slipped under the hem of Rin’s tank top, her warm palms making direct contact with the smooth skin of her lower back. Rin gasped, her whole body tensing for a moment before surrendering completely to the sensation. Kei’s touch was electric, a slow-burning fire that was awakening parts of Rin she had kept dormant for years.

“Kei…” Rin’s voice was barely a whisper, a plea and a surrender all in one. She didn’t know what she was asking for, only that she didn’t want this to stop.

Kaede could no longer remain a passive observer. The sight was too captivating, the atmosphere too intoxicating. She crawled over, her movements quiet and tentative. “Can… can I help?” she asked, her voice hushed.

Kei looked up, a slow, knowing smile gracing her lips. She didn’t answer with words, but instead guided one of Rin’s hands, which were resting limply in her lap, towards Kaede. Kaede took it, her fingers lacing with Rin’s. Rin’s hand was cool, her grip surprisingly strong. Their eyes met over Rin’s shoulder, a silent question passing between them. What was this? Where was this going?

Kei provided the answer. She leaned forward and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the side of Rin’s neck. Rin shuddered, her head falling back against Kei’s shoulder. Her eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping her lips. The sound acted like a key in a lock, undoing the last of Kaede’s restraint. She leaned in from the other side, her heart pounding in her chest, and mirrored Kei’s action, pressing her own hesitant kiss to Rin’s other shoulder. Rin’s skin was like silk, and it tasted faintly of soap and the unique, subtle scent that was purely Rin Shinomiya.

Rin was caught between them, a torrent of sensations washing over her. The firm, knowing touch of Kei Ashida behind her, and the eager, trembling touch of Kaede Sajou in front of her. It was overwhelming, terrifying, and more wonderful than anything she had ever imagined. Her carefully constructed world of logic and order was dissolving into a haze of pure feeling. The dream she never knew she had was becoming a startling, beautiful reality.

Kei’s hands moved from her back, sliding around her waist and up, her fingers brushing the underside of Rin’s breasts. Rin gasped, her back arching. At the same time, Kaede, growing bolder, began to trace patterns on the inside of Rin’s thigh with her fingertips. The combined assault on her senses was dizzying. “Kei… Kaede…” she breathed, their names a mantra on her lips.

“It’s okay,” Kei murmured into her hair. “Just feel. No thinking. Not tonight.”

Kei gently turned Rin to face her, her hands cupping Rin’s face. She looked deep into Rin’s dark, dazed eyes, seeing the conflict and the desire warring within them. She leaned in and captured Rin’s lips in a kiss that was both a question and a statement. It was soft at first, a gentle exploration, but as Rin responded with a shy, desperate hunger, it deepened, becoming a passionate dance of tongues and teeth. Rin’s hands came up to clutch at Kei’s shirt, pulling her closer, surrendering to the flood of emotions.

While they were lost in their kiss, Kaede moved, her earlier hesitation replaced by a confident desire. She pressed her body against Rin’s back, wrapping her arms around her waist, her hands splaying across Rin’s stomach. She nuzzled into the crook of Rin’s neck, inhaling her scent, her lips leaving a trail of feather-light kisses along her jawline. Rin was now enveloped by them, a warm, living core between two sources of intoxicating heat. She was being kissed by Kei and caressed by Kaede, and her mind, once her greatest asset, had gone completely blank, leaving only the raw, undeniable sensations coursing through her body.

Kei’s hands began to roam, deftly unhooking the clasp of Rin’s bra through her shirt. The simple garment suddenly felt like a cage, and Rin shifted, a silent plea for release. With a shared, unspoken understanding, Kei and Kaede worked together to peel the tank top and bra from Rin’s body. The cool air of the room kissed her bare skin, and she shivered, her nipples hardening into tight peaks. She was exposed, vulnerable, and had never felt more alive.

“You’re so beautiful, Rin Shinomiya,” Kaede whispered, her voice thick with awe as she admired the elegant lines of Rin’s back and shoulders. She pressed her own chest against Rin’s back, the sensation of her clothed breasts against Rin’s bare skin sending a fresh wave of pleasure through them both.

Kei, meanwhile, was lavishing attention on Rin’s front. Her lips left Rin’s and began a slow, torturous journey downwards, across her chin, down the column of her throat, and over her collarbone. Rin arched her neck, giving Kei greater access, her fingers tangling in Kei’s short, soft hair. When Kei’s warm, wet mouth finally closed over one of her sensitive nipples, a sharp, broken cry was torn from Rin’s throat. She suckled gently at first, then more firmly, her tongue laving the peak until Rin was writhing in her embrace, held steady by Kaede’s strong arms.

Kaede, not to be left out, let her hands wander lower, her fingers dancing over the waistband of Rin’s sweatpants. She slipped her hands inside, her palms flat against the warm, soft skin of Rin’s stomach. Rin’s muscles clenched at the intimate touch. Kaede’s fingers dipped lower, teasing the edge of her panties, and Rin gasped, her hips instinctively pressing back against Kaede’s touch.

The scene was a beautiful, tangled mess of limbs and soft sighs. The three girls, each a prominent figure in the complex social tapestry of “The Dreaming Boy Is A Realist,” were now creating a reality of their own, one far more intimate and profound than any high school drama. Kei Ashida, the realist, was showing them that the deepest dreams were the ones you built with your own hands. Rin Shinomiya, the president, was learning the art of surrender. And Kaede Sajou, the guardian of morals, was discovering a whole new set of rules.

Kei switched her attention to Rin’s other breast, giving it the same devoted attention, while Kaede grew bolder, her fingers slipping beneath the elastic of Rin’s panties. She found Rin’s damp heat, and Rin cried out, her body jolting. Kaede’s touch was hesitant at first, an innocent exploration, but as Rin moaned and pushed back against her hand, she began to move with more confidence, stroking the slick folds with a feather-light touch.

“Kaede…” Rin’s voice was a ragged plea. The pleasure was too much, a sweet, agonizing ache that was building deep inside her. Kei lifted her head, her lips slick, and shared a look with Kaede over Rin’s trembling shoulder. It was a look of triumph, of shared desire, of a bond being forged in the fires of passion.

“It seems our stern president is more passionate than she lets on,” Kei teased, her voice a low purr. She began to work on Rin’s sweatpants, pulling them down her legs with Kaede’s help. Soon, Rin was clad in nothing but her panties, her pale skin glowing in the soft light of the lamp.

But this was not a one-sided affair. As Rin’s inhibitions melted away, a newfound boldness rose to take their place. Her hands, which had been passively clutching at them, now began to explore. She reached for Kaede, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of the borrowed shirt, pulling it open to reveal the simple sports bra beneath. She then turned her attention to Kei, her hands sliding under her shirt, her palms pressing against the warmth of Kei’s stomach. A thrill shot through her as she felt Kei’s muscles tighten under her touch.

The power dynamic shifted, becoming a fluid, equal exchange of pleasure. Soon, shirts and shorts were discarded in a pile on the floor, and the three of them were a tangle of bare skin on the soft rug. Kei’s lean, athletic build contrasted with Kaede’s softer, curvier frame, and Rin’s slender, elegant lines. They were three different worlds colliding in a universe of sensation.

Kei positioned herself between Rin’s legs, her fingers replacing Kaede’s. Her touch was different—more precise, more knowing. She found Rin’s clitoris with an unerring accuracy that spoke of a quiet confidence. Rin’s hips jerked off the floor, a sharp cry escaping her lips. While Kei brought Rin to the brink, Kaede stretched out beside them, her body pressed against Rin’s side. She kissed Rin deeply, her tongue plunging into Rin’s mouth, swallowing her moans as Kei’s relentless fingers worked their magic.

Rin’s world narrowed to the feeling of Kei’s hand between her legs and Kaede’s mouth on hers. It was a perfect, overwhelming storm of pleasure. Her mind fractured, her thoughts dissolving into pure sensation. She could feel the climax building, a bright, hot coil of energy tightening in her core. “Please…” she gasped against Kaede’s lips, not even sure what she was begging for anymore. More. Stop. Never stop.

“Let go, Rin,” Kei whispered, her voice a commanding presence in the chaos. “We’ve got you.”

And with that final push, Rin Shinomiya shattered. Her body convulsed, a wave of unbearable pleasure washing over her, so intense it bordered on pain. She cried out, a long, keening sound of pure release, her back arching as the orgasm ripped through her. Kaede held her tight, kissing her through it, while Kei continued her gentle ministrations, drawing out the last exquisite shudders.

As Rin’s breathing slowly returned to normal, she lay limp and pliant between them, her body humming with the aftershocks of her release. Her mind was blissfully empty, a quiet sea after a beautiful storm. She felt Kei’s lips on her stomach, and Kaede’s hand stroking her hair. She opened her eyes, looking from one face to the other. In Kaede’s eyes, she saw wonder and a deep, blossoming affection. In Kei’s, she saw a calm, profound satisfaction and a warmth that made her heart ache.

“Now,” Kei said softly, pulling away from Rin, her eyes now fixed on Kaede. “It’s your turn, Kaede Sajou.”

Kaede’s breath hitched. She had been so caught up in Rin’s pleasure that she had almost forgotten her own coiled-up desire. Now, with Kei’s and a recovering Rin’s attention focused solely on her, a nervous blush stained her cheeks. She was always the energetic, confident one, but this was new territory. Rin, feeling a surge of tenderness and gratitude, propped herself up on an elbow. “Let us take care of you, Kaede,” she said, her voice husky and new to her own ears.

Rin’s touch was different from Kei’s. It was more questioning, more gentle, as if she were learning a new language. She mimicked what Kei had done for her, her fingers tracing the lines of Kaede’s body, her lips exploring the soft skin of Kaede’s neck. Kaede shivered, melting under Rin’s surprisingly adept touch. Kei joined in, her hands and mouth rediscovering Kaede’s body, finding all the places that made her gasp and arch her back. Kaede, who was so used to giving energy, was now receiving it, and the sheer force of their combined attention was intoxicating. Her release was loud and joyful, a cry of pure, uninhibited delight that filled the quiet apartment.

Finally, their attention turned to Kei. She had been the orchestrator, the catalyst, but she was not immune to the charged atmosphere she had created. Rin and Kaede, now united in their purpose, descended upon her with a shared gratitude and a fierce, burning desire. They explored every inch of Kei Ashida’s body, learning her sighs, the places that made her shiver, the touch that made her breath catch. They discovered that beneath her cool, realist exterior, Kei was just as passionate, just as hungry for connection as they were. When her own powerful orgasm finally crested, she called out both their names, her voice raw with an emotion she rarely showed the world.

Afterward, they lay tangled together on the rug, their bodies slick with sweat, their breathing slowly synchronizing in the quiet room. The first light of dawn was beginning to filter through the blinds, painting soft stripes across their spent forms. There were no words, only the comfortable weight of limbs draped over one another, the soft touch of skin on skin, and the steady beat of three hearts.

Rin lay with her head on Kei’s chest, Kaede’s arm thrown possessively over her waist. The mountain of paperwork, the stress of the festival, the entire structured world of Kōren High School felt a million miles away. What was real was this. The warmth of Kaede Sajou’s body, the steady rhythm of Kei Ashida’s heart, the lingering scent of their passion in the air. This was not a dream. It was a new, breathtaking reality they had built together. The world of “The Dreaming Boy Is A Realist” was full of complex emotions and unspoken feelings, but in the quiet light of this new day, Rin Shinomiya, Kaede Sajou, and Kei Ashida had found a simple, undeniable truth in each other’s arms.