Chapter 343: A Date Without Peaches #2
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 343: A Date Without Peaches #2
“You should get on first, Junior.”
“No. You first, Master.”
“Why is that?”
There was a small gap between the platform and the car, and with people waiting behind us, I was worried they might get a peek at Chinami's thighs.
In reality, the angle probably wouldn't reveal much, but in my opinion, only one person should be allowed to see Chinami's firm, plump thighs.
“So I can cover you from behind.”
My slightly honest answer made Chinami's expression turn incredibly shy.
She fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, as if suddenly conscious of wearing one.
After clearing her throat a few times, she glanced at me when the attendant gestured for us to board, then scurried on.
I followed closely behind her into the car. When she looked around, flustered, I pointed to the seat on the left.
“Let's sit together.”
“T-Together...?”
“Yes. Together.”
“Y-Yes...! Let's do that...”
Chinami plopped down in the corner of the wide seat, huddled up.
It was obvious she was feeling incredibly shy.
I chuckled and sat down in the middle of the bench, next to her.
The attendant's face, as he closed the door, was filled with an expression that said he found us sickeningly sweet.
Given where he works, he must have seen plenty of scenes like this. I guess we must have looked exceptionally fresh and innocent, huh?
Our faint reflections were visible in the window of the slowly rotating Ferris wheel car.
Chinami must have seen it too, because her shoulders were completely tense.
Her legs were pressed tightly together, her hands resting demurely on her knees.
I put my arm around the demurely sitting Chinami's shoulders and pulled her firmly toward me.
“Ngh...!”
With her characteristic exclamation, she leaned her head snugly against my shoulder.
Her body began to tremble, a clear sign of just how nervous she was.
Moving the arm I had around her neck, I gently stroked her plump cheek with my index finger and asked.
“Why are you trembling so much?”
“W-Well... maybe the air conditioner is too strong and I'm cold...?”
Seeing Chinami make excuses, unable to express her true feelings, reminded me a little of Renka.
Like a shyer version of Renka.
They might not seem like it, but the two of them are actually very similar.
“Is that so?”
“Yeees...”
Chinami lifted her head and looked up at me with her doe-like eyes.
Does she realize her hand is resting on my crotch?
She must not, or she wouldn't be doing that.
Her hand was fidgeting restlessly, stimulating me down there.
At this rate, she might start biting her nails.
With that thought, I placed a light kiss on Chinami's forehead.
“Myaah...!”
Chinami didn't know what to do with the surprise kiss.
She was dazed and flustered. I love how my Chinami's reactions are always so consistent.
Giving her a benevolent smile, I pointed out the window of the Ferris wheel, which had now climbed quite high.
“The ocean is starting to come into view.”
At that, Chinami swallowed hard and turned her head stiffly.
Then she stammered.
“I-I-I see...! It's very beauti... beautiful...!”
“We can only barely see the horizon, though?”
“I meant... the horizon is beautiful...!”
“Is that what you meant?”
“Y-Yes...! That's what I meant...!”
“I see. You haven't forgotten our promise to go swimming together next time, have you?”
“O-Of course I remember...!”
“Do you have a swimsuit?”
“Yes...!”
“Is it by any chance a Momo-nim swimsuit?”
“N-No... There's no swimsuit in the Momo-nim merchandise line...”
That's a real relief.
“But it would be nice if there was one... I should post on the website's suggestion board...”
I really shouldn't have said anything.
Startled by her follow-up, I pressed my nose into the back of her head.
“Hmyah...!? W-What are you doing...!”
“Recharging my energy.”
“Aha... Did it help...?”
“Yes.”
“Then I'm glad...”
A small laugh escaped Chinami's lips as her sentence trailed off.
Seeing her so happy from just this little bit of skinship makes me feel happy too.
Today, rather than doing anything lewd, I should focus on building an emotional connection with Chinami.
Still, a deep kiss on a Ferris wheel is a staple of any romantic comedy, so I should at least do that.
It's a bit of a tired cliché, but who cares? We're here, so we might as well enjoy it.
“Junior...! Look over there...!”
Was she moved by the sight of the tiny buildings and the vast ocean behind them, visible from the dizzying height of the Ferris wheel?
Chinami's voice was filled with excitement.
Thinking her reactions were great, I suddenly leaned in close, my face just over her shoulder.
Then, looking straight at the brightly smiling Chinami, I brought my face close to her lips.
As if sensing what was about to happen, Chinami stopped her chattering and pressed her lips firmly together.
Her eyelids twitched once, then slowly fluttered shut.
Watching her long eyelashes fall against her cheeks, I pressed my lips against her soft ones.
Squeeze...!
At the same time, I felt a strong pressure on my index and middle fingers, which were resting on her waist.
Looking for something to hold onto to ease her tension, Chinami had squeezed my fingers tightly.
Smiling at her cute action while our lips were still touching, I gently slipped my tongue into her slowly parting mouth.
“Hngh.”
After that, with Chinami letting out breathy, nasal moans, we spent a sweet and suggestive time together until the Ferris wheel, having reached the top, descended to the halfway point.
* * *
After we got off the Ferris wheel and went to the theater, while we were watching an intense action movie, and even after the movie ended as we walked to the parking lot, she kept fanning her face with her hand, as if her flushed body wouldn't cool down.
Her face only returned to normal when we were in the car, on the way to her place.
The afterglow of the kiss on the Ferris wheel finally faded.
However, it didn't take long for her reaction to return to how it was before.
It was because of something I said in the car.
“Master.”
“Yes?”
“It's been bothering me that I didn't get to properly greet your mother last time. Is she home right now, by any chance?”
“Ah, she is, but you really don't have to.”
“I'd also like to take this opportunity to see your room.”
“Whaaaat...!?”
“Is that not okay?”
“N-No, it's not that it's not okay, but... phew...! It's so hot...! Could you please turn on the air conditioner...?”
“Of course.”
I readily nodded and turned the AC to full blast. Chinami pressed her face to the vent and patted her cheeks with her palms, then spoke with a determined expression.
“Then... I'll formally invite you to my home. I'll send my mother a text...”
“What about your father?”
“My father said he'd be home late today... He's often late.”
Oh dear... what a shame.
Momoka must be lonely. I guess I'll have to comfort her.
“Where should I park? Can I just go to the apartment building's parking lot?”
“Ah, no. It's a small mechanical parking lot, so only registered vehicles can use it.”
“Then I can just park in the public lot at the nearby park?”
“Yes...”
“Got it.”
Having thus secured a sudden home visit, I chatted with Chinami as we drove to her neighborhood, accompanied by the sunset.
After parking the car, we held hands tightly just like we had that morning, entered the apartment building, and took the elevator up to Chinami's floor.
“Phew...!”
She took a deep breath in front of the door and unlocked it with her key. A strong scent of peaches immediately flooded my nostrils.
It's much stronger than the scent that usually comes from Chinami. Does her whole family like peaches?
“I'm home... Hmm?”
Chinami, who had entered first, tilted her head slightly.
It was because there was no one in the living room.
The only sound in the cozy space was the TV, which had been left on.
Chinami took off her sandals and headed for the living room, then looked back at me as I was taking off my shoes.
“It seems my mother has stepped out for a bit. I think she went grocery shopping because you were coming.”
“Really? Did you tell her we'd be eating?”
“I just said you'd be stopping by.”
“I see. I feel bad about that.”
“You don't need to feel that way at all. Anyway, the place is pretty small, isn't it...?”
“No, I don't get that impression at all.”
“You don't...?”
“Nope. Your room is that one, right?”
I pointed to a door on the left side of the living room that had a Momo-nim badge on it, and Chinami slowly nodded.
“That's right... Would you like to see it...?”
“Yes. I'll just wash my hands first.”
“Okay. The bathroom is here... this way.”
She kindly opened the door next to the entrance.
I went into the bathroom, which contained only a bathtub and a sink, and washed my hands.
Even the bathroom had a strong peach scent.
It's making my head spin. Could it have some kind of hypnotic effect?
Jokingly entertaining such a conspiracy theory, I dried my hands on a hanging towel and came out. Chinami, her body completely stiff, gestured for me to enter her room, and I gave her a bright smile.
“Well then, excuse me for intruding.”
Chinami's room was exactly as I had expected.
Turn my head to the left, Momo-nim. Turn to the right, Momo-nim...
Everywhere I looked, there was Momo-nim. The desk, the vanity, even the walls and curtains were all pink.
There were even air fresheners made by the Momo-nim company placed everywhere. The interior design was very... Chinami-like.
If we were to have sex in here, I felt like we'd be watched by Momo-nim's bright, clear eyes.
“S-So, what do you think...?”
“Did you decorate the room yourself, Master?”
“Yes...”
Seeing the timid Chinami, I felt like our roles had been reversed.
This makes it feel like I'm the one who broke into the house.
“It's very cute. It suits your image well, Master.”
“R-Really...? I'm glad...”
Aside from all the merchandise, it was a very neat room.
The blanket was neatly folded, and the pillow was placed perfectly in the center of the bed.
The chair was pushed neatly under the desk.
I guess her tidy personality is innate.
Click.
As I was lost in thought, I heard the front door open and turned around.
I spotted Momoka coming in with large plastic bags in her hands and quickly stepped out. She smiled brightly and said,
“Hello, Matsuda-kun. Welcome.”
“Hello. I'm sorry for showing up so suddenly.”
“No, no. It's fine. You haven't eaten dinner, have you?”
“No, I haven't.”
“Good. I'll make something now, so let's eat together. Why don't you hang out in the room for a bit while I get things ready? I'll bring you some peaches.”
Why does that mix of formal and informal speech feel so comforting?
It must be because Momoka's voice is so refreshing.
Even though Chinami had sent her a message, from Momoka's perspective, it must have seemed like I just barged in out of nowhere.
Despite that, she was welcoming me with genuine kindness.
Just like Chinami's mother, she has a very kind heart. I'll have to cherish her very, very much.
For now, let's start by leaving my second father-in-law here and bringing Momoka and Chinami to my house.