I'm a student whose reasons for joining the literature club were basically arbitrary - since club participation was mandatory. But unlike the majority of other students, I didn't become a ghost member. The reason was... to put it bluntly, a girl.

I show up at the clubroom almost every day to see the club president, Wakana Izumi - the only one there actually doing anything resembling club activities. The other guys probably haven't noticed, but this literary girl president has a damn good figure. How did I manage to notice? It's because when she's writing novels, her guard is down; once she concentrates, she seems to lose track of her surroundings... maybe because of the heat, but she ends up undoing her uniform to a risqué degree, letting me savor that outstanding figure.

And so, my daily presence in the clubroom earned me a reputation as a serious, committed member - and the club president came to think highly of me.

Then one day, she asked me for a favor.

She wanted me to teach her about "love". The theme of the newcomers' literary award the president was aiming for was a "romance novel", and since she had no experience with "love", she turned to me - the closest person of the opposite sex.

Honestly, that left me stuck. What even is love, anyway? Asking someone whose years without a girlfriend equals his age - does a correct answer even exist in the first place? I was about to respectfully decline... when it clicked.

If there's no right answer... then whatever I teach her can't exactly be wrong. In other words, even my arbitrary responses would count as answering the president's request.
This is a chance. I decided to teach her about "love" in my own way.
...After all, when it comes to "love", experience is what really matters, right?

Even if it's something lewd - you can't understand it without experiencing it with your body!

[Translated from the official site]