Chapter 94: Pretty Girls Are the Best Liars
The tides, wave after wave, beat ceaselessly against the shore.
From a distance, the pitch-black ocean resembled a colossal beast devouring all in its path. Nothing could be seen. But if one lowered their head and looked carefully, one could spot faint glimmers of light flashing occasionally in the deep darkness below—the drifting, languid movements of bioluminescent sea creatures swimming aimlessly through the water.
"Haah~"
Fuyuji Mikage let out a long, drawn-out yawn, squeezing out the tears that had welled up from sheer drowsiness.
A gust of night wind, carrying the salty, fishy scent of the sea, swept past and stirred the stray locks of hair scattered across his forehead, bringing with it a trace of chill.
By now, the moon hung high at the very center of the sky. There were probably still about four hours until daybreak.
Lowering his head, he looked. Shiraishi Asuka lay peacefully in his arms, quietly, soundly asleep. Her profile rested against his chest. Her body rose and fell faintly with each steady, even breath. A slow, lingering breath drifted out. A serene, tranquil smile had surfaced upon her face.
So soft...
He hadn't noticed before, but this girl's body was so incredibly, unbelievably soft. With just the slightest bit of pressure, he could draw the girl deeper into his embrace, his arm encircling her shoulders and back, and immediately feel the delicate, tender skin of her entire being pressing tightly, intimately against him from every direction.
Another gust of damp sea breeze blew past. The girl's cascading pale-golden hair fluttered and danced freely. A faint, elusive, tickling sensation transmitted from every part of his body, like a restless little kitten gently, softly scratching at Fuyuji's heart.
A few strands of hair had clung to the young girl's face. He reached out and gently brushed them away. His fingertips, inadvertently, grazed her cool, fine, exquisitely smooth cheek, sending a faint, subtle electric current through him.
Beneath the moonlight, the young girl's doll-like, exquisitely refined features were coated in a layer of shimmering, translucent radiance. A faint, pale pink flush showed through her skin... All around them, there was only the breathing of the tides and the rustling whisper of the sea breeze threading through the sparse vegetation.
The air at this moment seemed to have fallen into utter, absolute stillness.
"Gulp..."
Fuyuji couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. His Adam's apple bobbed once.
Just one kiss... surely it wouldn't wake her up, would it?
She smells so good...
Why does this girl smell so incredibly good? It clearly isn't the scent of the shampoo or body wash distributed by the school. So why does she have such a unique, distinctive fragrance?
It was an indescribable sweetness, tinged with a hint of warmth, faintly, elusively lingering at the tip of his nose, forming a strange, peculiar blend with the salty bitterness of the sea breeze...
No, no, no! Now is not the time to be agonizing over this.
Fuyuji shook his head vigorously. The motion caused a few strands of the girl's hair in his arms to tremble lightly as well. He refocused his attention entirely on the girl's porcelain-white cheeks.
As a lifelong single for seventeen years—then, after transmigrating, reverting back to fifteen years, and stacking the two together, thereby qualifying as a legendary Archmage—Fuyuji was genuinely, intensely curious about what a girl's cheek felt like to kiss.
She's sleeping so peacefully, breathing so evenly, long lashes casting small shadows beneath her eyes... Just one kiss—surely it wouldn't wake her.
Having thought this far, the corner of Fuyuji's mouth involuntarily curled into a wicked, evil grin.
Who said I have the heart of a lecher but not the courage? Not only do I have the courage—I have it in spades!
Just one peck. Just one little peck. I'll kiss her and then immediately flee.
Fuyuji's gaze slowly roamed across the girl's face, finally locking onto the target location—the left cheek, where a shallow dimple always appeared whenever she smiled.
He drew a deep breath to ease the tension of the moment.
Holding his breath, feeling his own heartbeat pounding and thudding against his ribcage, Fuyuji slowly, gradually leaned in toward the girl.
Bit by bit...
Bit by bit... He could even make out the fine, little details on her face under the moonlight.
The girl's cheek drew closer and closer, until it was nearly within rea—
Fuyuji abruptly halted. His eyes half-narrowed, he looked at the girl in his arms, then at that small hand tightly clenched around his clothes. He opened his mouth.
"Asuka, have you woken up?"
"..."
The soft, delicate little hand suddenly froze. Then, as if nothing had happened, it loosened its grip on his clothes.
And then her body turned with the utmost, most natural fluidity. Like an infant curling up in sleep, she nestled into a ball within Fuyuji's embrace, both hands naturally and instinctively folding up before her body.
"..."
"Not awake yet?" Fuyuji asked once more.
The girl's eyelids remained tightly shut. Her long, slender lashes trembled almost imperceptibly.
"Alright then..."
Fuyuji gently adjusted Shiraishi's position, shifting her from the initial reclining lean against his chest to a seated lean. Her small head nestled close to the crook of Fuyuji's neck.
Immediately after, wearing a mischievous, roguish grin, he leaned in close to Shiraishi's small, delicate ear. Holding her little hand, his fingers lightly, gently stroked the fair, tender skin on its back. He murmured in a low, soft chant.
"From the very first day, I've found Shiraishi Asuka incredibly cute..."
The originally long, drawn-out breaths suddenly deepened by a fraction. Her chest became fuller, more pronounced.
"The way she looks in her uniform is cute. The way she looks in her swimsuit is cute. The way she looks in her casual clothes is also cute..."
The small hand that wasn't being held trembled as it clenched tightly around the hem of his clothes nearby.
"The way she looks in over-the-knee socks is cute. The way she looks in knee-high socks is also cute. The way she looks in black stockings is extremely cute. The way she looks in white stockings is the cutest of all..."
The five exquisitely shaped toes hidden within her white socks curled desperately inward with all their might.
"The way she looks in indoor shoes is cute. The way she looks in little leather shoes is also cute... The way she looks in athletic shoes is cute. The way she looks in open-toed sandals is the cutest of all..."
Her long, slender legs, wrapped in soft fabric, began to rub together involuntarily, slowly, gradually drawing closer to Fuyuji's legs.
"Finally..."
Having completed his final incantation, Fuyuji embraced Shiraishi even tighter and spoke softly.
"I super like Shiraishi Asuka."
Then, having completed all preparatory work, Fuyuji could wait no longer. He pressed a kiss with urgent impatience upon Shiraishi's smooth, luminous forehead.
"Chu~"
A dozen or so seconds passed. By the time Fuyuji pulled away from that porcelain-white forehead, a faint pink mark, exceptionally vivid beneath the moonlight, had been left behind, like a tiny, delicate seal.
"Didn't seem to have much flavor."
Fuyuji held Shiraishi in his arms and smacked his lips, savoring the aftertaste. With an expression of sudden, profound realization, he declared.
"It must be that I kissed too quickly just now and didn't manage to taste it properly. One more kiss. Mm... this time is absolutely the last one."
And then he lowered his head once more.
"Chu~"
Hugging the girl in his arms, who had gone as limp as a noodle, Fuyuji tilted his head back and pondered. "There's a bit of a fragrant scent. But I can't quite describe exactly what kind of fragrance it is. I definitely haven't kissed enough yet. One more try. This time is absolutely, without question, the last time. I swear it. Fuyuji Mikage always keeps his wor—"
Two palms gently, softly wrapped around the back of Fuyuji's neck. In the very next instant, those palms abruptly exerted force, and in a single instantaneous motion, they pulled him straight into her embrace.
Fuyuji stared at Shiraishi, who was gazing fixedly, intently at him, her cheeks flushed and feverish. Beneath the moonlight, her eyes were startlingly, dazzlingly bright. He immediately launched into a preemptive counterattack. "Oh, I see how it is, Shiraishi Asuka! You just promised you wouldn't lie to me anymore, and you instantly lied about being asleep! As expected—pretty girls are the best liars of all!"
"Because Fuyuji is far too wicked." Her palm gently, tenderly stroked Fuyuji's cheek, tucking the strands of hair on his face behind his ear. "It's not fair, you know. Only Fuyuji gets to be this wicked. While I can't do anything at all—that's not fair. It's far too unfair..."
"Bad woman! Switch back to the gentle Shiraishi-mama form right this insta—"
Fuyuji, who had been clamoring and shouting just moments ago, abruptly widened his eyes in shock. A warm, moist breath, laden with damp sweetness and honeyed tenderness, like a falling feather, drew close to his forehead.
Before he could even react—another one, and then yet another.
"Foul! How come you get one more than me?!"
"Love is war, you know."
Shiraishi gave him absolutely no chance to struggle. She clamped his head firmly in place, as if intending to drown him entirely within this boundless, infinite tenderness, mingled with the sea breeze and the fragrance of a young girl.
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