Mature Flesh & Moist Flesh
Summary
- Where all of the previous stories had a magical/mystical tone to them, the following two stories are set in a more mundane setting of an ordinary school. The stories follow Okabe and Hidaka, two school mates, through the initial twinges of love and attraction.
- Mature Flesh has Okabe confronting his classmate Hidaka over the rumour that Hidaka will have sex with anyone who asks him. Upon confirmation of this rumour, Okabe requests that Hidaka sleep with him. As Hidaka seduces him, Okabe remembers small acts of kindness that drove him to fall in love with Hidaka.
- Moist Flesh deals with the aftermath of Okabe's request. Okabe, insecure over the rumour that Hidaka will sleep with anyone, overhears Hidaka informing a classmate that he will no longer honor any requests. Okabe is flooded with self-doubt and tries to distance himself from Hidaka.
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