Star Platinum

It’s been a couple months since you have been dating Mirai. Ever since you saw Mirai in action, you felt inspired to be just as cool as her. However, being a regular anon restrains you from being at her level. Because of this, you have resorted to working out the day you started going out with her. Lately you have been trying too hard to show off how much you’ve improved by doing thrice as much as you usually do. As a result, you can’t sneak your dirty clothes to be worn again the next day without Mirai yelling at you for being so stinky.

“Anon..I appreciate you doing all this for me, but CAN YOU AT LEAST CLEAN THIS PILE OF FILTH YOU CALL CLOTHES?! T-They smell dirtier than they usually do. Yourdirtyclotheshadanicescentbefore.” Mirai muffled the last part.

“Huh, what was that last part?”

“I-I said clean them already! I don’t want the scent of Anon’s dirty sweat in my nose for any longer.”

As if Mirai’s blushing face had some kind of voodoo magic, you immediately go to wash your dirty clothes. Ironically, working out has not decreased your laziness level, so the pile is pretty big. You start manually washing a piece of clothing, which can be tedious to do without drifting off into thought. “Wait..why was she blushing?”, you think to yourself. Unfortunately, you weren’t paying attention to how hard you were scrubbing and strained your hands in the process. Looks like working out thrice as hard has started to work out in your favor.

Great. Your injured hands make you unable to continue, and there’s no way you would ask Mirai to wash your clothes. You hesitate as the only person to turn to is Haruka, the only other person you really speak to. It can’t be helped, seeing as Mirai talks to her a lot. It’s only natural that Haruka come into the picture every once in a while. You have no other choice but to ready the clothes to bring to Haruka tomorrow and then sleep. Mirai can handle another night, you attempt to convince yourself.

As you bring your pile of clothes to Haruka, you notice something missing from the pile. Eh, you’re probably imagining things.

“Ara~? Is Anon giving me his dirty clothing as a gift? Don’t you think Mirai would be a lot happier with this offering?” You casually ignore her teasing, as they tend to make no sense to you at times. You explain how you injured yourself and ask Haruka if she can clean your clothes.

“Now this is a strange request from Anon. Howeeeever~,” Haruka has that tone in her voice again. That can’t be good. “In order to take this request, I need you to do me a liiiiittle favor.” She giggles devilishly.

She playfully hums as she picks up a box sitting near her, happily revealing its contents. It’s Mirai’s Star Platinum tank top, along with the skirt she wears with it. However, the size seems to be way too big for Mirai, and too small for Haruka.

“I’ve been meaning to test this out, but I could never find a person that can fit in these. I want you to wear this during your next workout and see if it keeps you cool. That is the intended purpose of these cute, yet effective clothing. If you can just do this simple task for me, you can have your clothes clean by tomorrow.” Another giggle escapes her.

“N-No way..” Has she waiting for this moment or something? “Hold on a minute, why does it have to look like Mirai’s clothes?!”

“You have to admit Anon, she has some cute clothes, so I couldn’t resist but to mimic the design. Besides, I’m sure the skirt will give you a niiiiice..”, she leans into your ear and blows gently into it. “breeeeeeze.~”

You immediately hop back a few feet before painfully agreeing to the deal. “Fine, it’s only for one day right?” You look down as your face starts to turn red. As if Haruka took this as a sign for you to leave, she pats you on the back and slowly walks you out, handing you the box. She sure took her sweet time enjoying your suffering.

As you return, you realize that Mirai is out. What a perfect opportunity to get this over with.  Before you open the box, you double check to see if she’s actually gone. Looking into the box, you get a good look at them. They look exactly like Mirai’s clothes, from the texture to the design. Your heart starts to skip a beat as you realize what you’re about to do.

“A-Am I really going to go through with this? This is Mirai’s clothes we’re talking about. Not only that..isn’t this cross-dressing?” Your legs grow weak at the thought. At this rate, Mirai might come back so you suck it up and start undressing to put on her clothing. The first thing that comes to mind is to feel the skirt. It’s..soft. Fortunately, there aren’t any mirrors around to expose your shame. First, you get on the treadmill. After running intense speeds, you’re already drenched in sweat. However, you don’t feel hot whatsoever! Huh, what do you know. Despite the fact that you’re cross-dressing, this is actually pretty nice. You have to hand it to Haruka, this is impressive, ignoring her choice of design.

You’re about to move on to weights when you stop dead in your tracks.

“A-Anon?!”

A shocked Mirai stands in the doorway. How long has she been standing there? It’s difficult to tell who was blushing harder, but before you could say anything she runs off, yelling at the top of her lungs.

“Y-You creepy pervert!”

You want to go after her, but you can’t stop the workout now. You quietly admit defeat and complete your workout. Realizing how sweaty you are, you immediately go to the bath. However, you slightly hear moans of pleasure coming from the bathroom, which stops you from walking any further. Your heart starts to beat faster. “M-Mirai?”, you exclaim to yourself.

“A-Anon..don’t! You pervert..t-touching there is..”

At this point your running speed can’t compete with how fast your heart is beating. You try your best to sneak to the door when you hear a gasp along with quick movement. Growing steadily more nervous, you open the door to find no one there. “I-I must be going crazy.."

You enter the bathroom to take off your clothes. It doesn’t take long before you are tackled by a sudden force, causing you to fall to the floor. To your surprise, you find a blushing Mirai on top of you, wearing nothing but one of your sweaty shirts. Coming to a realization, you sit up and break the silence. “Mirai, that’s my..” Mirai interrupts with a tight embrace.

“B-Baka! Why did you have to remind me?”

This is just like one of your fantasies come true..except you’re also wearing her clothes.

“Seeing you all sweaty in my clothes reminded me of the usual and..and..”

“The usual? What do you mea-“

“Geez, anon. A-Are you doing this on purpose to tease me? F-Fine. So maybe..I-I’ve taken a liking to your..dirty scent and ever since then, I’ve been doing..y-you know.”

You do not hesitate to lean in for a kiss. “M-Mirai!”

“Mmmn, A-Anon..” Mirai is breathing heavily from just the kiss. “You’re as abrupt as always..  “She lets out a quiet giggle and returns the kiss, with a lot more passion. She signals you with her warm tongue to start using yours. However, being too into the moment, you take this as a signal to start sucking on her tongue.

“A-Ahn?!”

As you continue to savor her tongue, you feel something rubbing your chest. You slightly look down to see her hands in your tank top. You want to question why she’s doing such weird things but you are caught off guard by the sudden pleasure her soft fingers are granting by playing with your nipples. It surprisingly feels amazing to have them played with. Is this how Mirai feels whenever you’re the one touching them? She stops playing with one nipple to slide one hand down your skirt and starts to simultaneously give you a handjob.

The pleasure is too great for you to handle as you are already close to cumming. You wrap your arms around her neck and start sucking her tongue more intensely, causing her to increase the speed of her hands. “S-Sorry M-Mirai, I-I’m..”

“I-It’s okay to cum, Anon..I-I want to be covered with your scent. T-Take responsibility for making me s-such a pervert..”

As if that statement alone triggered something inside of you, you drown her hand with your semen.

“C-Cumming!”

Mirai takes her hand out from your skirt and looks in awe at the amount of semen covering her hand. She draws her hand close to her face and takes a long, content sniff.

“Aaah..Anon’s sweat and cum, it smells..amazing!”

An hour goes by as both of you take your sweet time taking a bath. It can’t be helped; you and Mirai worked out pretty hard.

The next morning, you wake up with the pile of clothes you asked Haruka to clean, along with the clothes you were wearing last night, next to your bed. You see a note on top of the pile.

“As promised, here are your clean clothes. Oh and for being such a good boy, you can keep your anon-sized Mirai clothes as an added bonus. Enjoy~ -Haruka”

You shudder and think to yourself. “Was Haruka expecting all this to happen? Geez, what exactly is she teaching that girl..”