Ch. 72.1 - No Lewd Stuff, Okay? Pt1
“Don’t worry, Shihou-san. Just close your eyes and it’ll be over before you know it. I promise I won’t hurt you~”
Using both hands and knees as support, Harutaki hovered over Chouko.
Looking down, he saw her shoulder-length black hair spread over the pillow like spilled ink. Those pitiful, moon-bright eyes, softly glowing with a faint gold, looked up at him.
Impossible to resist, he thought. The knot of irritation and negative emotions inside him quietly loosened.
“I’m taking this off, okay?”
“Should I start from your chest, or maybe your thighs?”
“It’s really happening this time. Mine’s pretty big, you know… at least react a little? Doing a one-man performance makes me look stupid.”
His shoulders drooped.
Neither Nogami nor his little sister Fuyuno, and now even Shihou, none of them actually believed he’d really do something bad.
Maybe next time he should just pull down his pants immediately… No. He was only acting like a pervert, not aspiring to become one.
“Hoshikawa-kun, are you done playing around yet…? ‘Just close your eyes and it’ll be over’? For someone who’s supposedly a scumbag, you’re surprisingly weak…”
“Hey! That’s a personal attack!”
Both infuriatingly lovable and deserving of a good beating, he had to admit it. Maybe, in some ways, he preferred this “imperfect” version of her over the old Shihou.
Like eating a macaron alone, too sweet. Or drinking only coffee, too bitter. But have a bite of macaron, then a sip of coffee, and somehow the two “imperfect” things form a special kind of perfect.
“Mmm… can you get off me now?”
“I can last a while, you know. I’ve got stamina.”
“You’re a scumbag who wants to assault a girl, yet you’re lying on top of me cracking bad dirty jokes. So lame.”
Watching her regain her composure bit by bit, Harutaki sighed inwardly. He was reluctant to give up this near-zero distance between them.
“Hey, Shihou-san…”
“…Mm?”
She looked straight at him with those pale golden eyes, as if nothing had happened moments ago.
“…Why do you think I won’t touch you?” he asked, recalling Nogami’s words. “Is my acting that bad?”
“You did great. I honestly thought you were about to assault me.”
Her Kyoto lilt rose lightly at the end of the sentence, soft and charming.
“But, well… a sudden personality shift is just weird, don’t you think?”
“So that means… all that was the real you?”
He paused, letting the tension rise.
“Your hair… your lips… your chest… your back… your thighs… and… ”
“N-No! Don’t say any more!”
Shihou slapped her hands over her blazing cheeks, inhaling sharply and exhaling as if trying to cool her embarrassment.
“Shihou-san, you must have a lot of experience. You wouldn’t happen to…”
“I’m still a virgin!”
…He’d taken that joke too far.
The moment he felt the quilt move beneath him, Harutaki immediately pulled his supporting hands back and braced himself, blocking the knee she suddenly kicked upward.
Good grief. As he almost toppled forward, he wondered why not only Nogami but even Shihou liked using this move.
“So heavy…”
Harutaki landed right on top of her. Her short hair brushed across his cheek, and Chouko’s heart thumped wildly, she couldn’t breathe properly, she felt dizzy, weak, and… and…
All of this is Hoshikawa’s fault! she thought anxiously.
“…Soft.”
He felt like he’d fallen onto an inflatable safety cushion, light enough that he half-expected to bounce.
At that moment, a strange question surfaced in Harutaki’s mind: Why do robots need breasts? And the bigger and more realistic they are, the better?
Breasts?
No, front-mounted shock absorbers.
But unfortunately, no matter how he tried to distract himself, the body was always the most honest.
“Sorry…”
He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, then suddenly realized the situation he was in. The thought hit him so hard he forgot to exhale. All he could think about was the faint fruity scent mixing with his own on Shihou’s hair.
She’d been lying in his bed for three to four hours, long enough to take on his scent.
Their scents blending like milk and water… it felt like they’d just shared one of life’s sweetest experiences.
Thump-thump.
His heartbeat revved like an engine at the start of a sprint, pumping blood everywhere, except gravity seemed to tilt, sending the blood away from his brain instead of toward it.
How long has it been?
This feeling… it was like going back to the first night he’d spent with a girlfriend.
Sitting together on the bed, both nervous, both prepared, yet tangled in anxieties about protection, about pain, about everything. Even just hugging face-to-face filled them with that bittersweet, lemon-candy tension…
Even though he’d shared a bed with Nogami Izumi before, things were still complicated with her. Shirasagi-senpai’s advice helped him understand his own heart, but knowing and choosing were two very different things.
Did he like Nogami?
Yes. Not just her looks, not just desire.
Did he like Shihou?
Also yes. Both her looks and her heart.
And Shirasagi-senpai?
Of course he liked her too. Appearance and personality.
But last time with Nogami, they’d only slept back-to-back with a bit of distance. Now? This was truly sleeping “neck to neck.”
“H-Hoshikawa… kun…”
After a moment of stunned silence, Chouko came back to herself. She planted her small hands on his shoulders and tried to push him off.
But strangely, maybe the half cup of drugged juice she’d drunk earlier hadn’t worn off, her strength was nowhere to be found.
“Mmm…”
She puffed her cheeks and used all the strength she had, but instead of moving him, their bodies rubbed against each other several times in the struggle.
And then…
Her hands slid from his chest to his shoulders. She could clearly feel the firm muscle beneath her fingers. So Hoshikawa-kun is actually pretty strong…
Her Onii spent all his time studying. His club was the literature club, so naturally he was on the skinny side.
But how could Hoshikawa be fourth in the entire grade and still be this fit?
She couldn’t help resenting Onii, if he were a little smarter like Hoshikawa, he might’ve had time to go on dates with her.
But… if it had been Onii who came to the mixer with her today, would he have been able to rescue her?
The thought made her curious. After she drank the drugged juice and passed out, how did Hoshikawa save her from Yobitani-senpai and the others? And what was that “promise” he mentioned?
“Um… Shihou-san, would it be okay if I just… kissed you once?”
Harutaki couldn’t help asking.
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