Chapter 354: The Cliché of a Stormy Day #2
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 354: The Cliché of a Stormy Day #2
“My shirt’s all wet...”
Looking from my face to her own clothes... Hiyori, flicking her eyes back and forth as she brushed off the rainwater that hadn't soaked in, was clearly conscious of what I had just done.
My dear Hiyori... so talented at teasing others, yet she gets completely flustered by direct physical contact, huh?
Of course, her reaction was probably because she never expected me to do that, but it's cute.
“You're right. It's soaked.”
“This is your fault for telling me to come out, Senpai.”
“Sorry.”
“I'm kidding. The wind is so...”
“Strong. Let's just get inside somewhere.”
Thanks to me shielding her, Hiyori was relatively okay, but I was not.
I'd taken the full force of the wind and rain, so my top and bottom were almost completely soaked, and my face looked like a drowned rat.
After roughly shaking the water from my hair, I pulled the sleeve of my T-shirt and wiped my face with it.
Hiyori let out a short laugh and scolded me.
“Hey, what are you doing?! You'll stretch out your shirt...!”
“It's fine.”
“Idiot, you're an idiot.”
“You're calling me an idiot for something like this?”
“I just felt like saying it. There's a multi-purpose cafe on the third floor of this building. Want to go? They supposedly have showers, too.”
Hiyori said, having spotted a promotional poster on the building's wall.
I nodded as if I had no other choice and replied.
“Let's do that.”
And so, Hiyori and I took the elevator to the third floor.
The multi-purpose cafe we went to was divided by partitions: one section was a manga cafe, another a PC room, and another a console game room.
Plus, everything was set up in private rooms so customers could have their own personal time.
It's been a while since I've been to a cafe like this.
It suddenly reminds me of when I kissed Miyuki.
We did it in a place with a similar interior... I wonder if I'll be able to do something steamy with Hiyori today, too.
“How long are we going to be here?”
“An hour for now? We'll leave if the rain stops, and if it keeps coming down, we'll add more time.”
“Okay. Want to play games together? Or read manga?”
“Manga.”
“Planning to read some naughty manga?”
Instead of answering, I flicked the slightly drooping ahoge of the girl talking nonsense. Then, I paid for the room and the showers at the counter and was about to head to the shower room.
Just then, Hiyori came up to me and pointed at a vending machine on the corridor wall.
“They sell underwear here, too. Don't you need to buy any?”
Just as she said, the vending machine was stocked with underwear.
What a well-prepared cafe.
They must have had plenty of experience with customers rushing in because of sudden rain.
“Why would I buy any?”
“Isn't your underwear wet?”
Ahem...! 'Wet'...
If you say such naughty things in a place like this, don't you know what might happen when we're reading manga?
A bad girl needs to be punished.
“They're not wet. And keep your voice down when you talk about things like that.”
“But I was being quiet...”
“Stop talking back and go get washed up.”
“Okay. See you later.”
With that, Hiyori gave a cheerful wave and headed for the women's shower room.
What am I going to do with this girl, who's only lewd on the surface?
I'll have to think about it seriously while I shower.
* * *
“You're done with your shower already?”
Hiyori asked as she entered the room with a few manga.
Sitting on the plush mat, I looked up at Hiyori's face, her makeup still intact, and tilted my head.
“Yeah. But did you even shower? Why does your hair look the same?”
“I did. I just washed my body.”
“Why?”
“Because I wasn't that wet?”
“Really...? Your hair is going to smell.”
“What are you talking about...! It doesn't, you know? Want to take a sniff?”
Hiyori abruptly knelt on the mat and shoved her head towards me.
Catching the scent of lemon wafting gently through the air, I pushed her head away.
“It doesn't smell, so get this away from me and go read your manga.”
“How can you answer without even smelling it?”
“I smelled it. It doesn't smell.”
“See?”
Hiyori, looking triumphant, leaned her back against the wall opposite me.
From that position, she stretched out her already long legs, and her toes came to a stop at my hip.
Has she completely forgotten about the embarrassing thing that just happened?
Watching her settle into a comfortable position and open her manga, I clicked my tongue inwardly and decided to focus on my own book for now.
But as time passed, my concentration quickly waned.
It was because Hiyori's fresh lemon scent kept tickling my nose.
The scent was even stronger because the room wasn't well-ventilated, and I was trying my best to suppress my rising sexual desire.
I was passing the time like that, pretending to be focused on the manga while meaninglessly flipping through the pages, when—
Poke.
I felt a slight, sharp sensation near my waist.
Wondering what it was, I looked down to see Hiyori's index finger near the waistband of my pants.
“You could have just called my name. Why are you poking my waist?”
“You touched my waist too, Senpai.”
So she was conscious of it.
Just a moment ago, she was making such a prim and proper face, and now she's acting bold again.
She's not showing it, but she must still be embarrassed.
“No, that was... I did it without thinking...”
“But you touched it, right?”
“I guess so. Is this your revenge?”
“Yes.”
I could see Hiyori's toes wriggling as she gave her honest and confident answer.
Her big toe, not round but long and straight like Chinami's, is really pretty.
It makes me want to put it in my mouth and suck on it. I also feel the urge to tickle her cute little sole with my fingernail. I'll have to wait for the right opportunity.
“Matsuken.”
Her call pulled me from my thoughts, and I snapped back to reality and answered.
“You forgot the 'Senpai'.”
“I'm not in the mood for that.”
“.... Is that so?”
“Yes. Is the manga you're reading fun, Senpai?”
“It's okay. How's yours?”
At my words, Hiyori shook the romance manga she was reading.
“Mine's not that great. Is it still raining?”
“You can hear the rain, can't you?”
“I'm asking if it's raining hard.”
I peeked through the curtain and saw it was still pouring down relentlessly.
So much so that I wondered if it was going to flood.
If it's still like this in the evening, I'll have to go pick up Miyuki.
“It's coming down hard. The sky is dark, too.”
“Then we'll have to stay here for a long time, won't we?”
“You never know.”
“The rain reminds me of the last time we met, Senpai.”
“Last time? Ah... you mean then? The day you were taking shelter from the rain under a tree?”
“Yep. You tried to cover me with your umbrella then, too, just like earlier. And also that day you fed the cat. Come to think of it, most of the days we've run into each other by chance, it seems to have been raining.”
I'm happy that Hiyori not only remembers that day so clearly, but also seems to consider it a distinct memory.
“Now that you mention it, you're right.”
“Yep. But how can we meet by chance so often? Senpai, are you maybe... stalking me?”
“Stop talking nonsense.”
“Okay. Can you pass me the remote over there?”
Hiyori, having opened her book again, pointed with her toes to the remote control sitting on the desk.
I stared at her with a dumbfounded expression before grabbing her thin, pale ankle.
Then I put down my book and poked the center of her sole with a finger from my other hand.
“Hyaah...!”
As if feeling an immense tickle, Hiyori curled her sole up tightly.
I chuckled inwardly and said.
“Who told you to be so rude?”
“What's rude about it...? It's not like I put my foot on your body...!”
“Pointing at things with your toes isn't rude?”
“If you're close, you can... Ah, that tickles...!! Stop it...!!”
As I started to seriously tickle her foot, Hiyori burst out laughing along with a scream.
She twisted her whole body, trying desperately to break free from my hand, and then—
“Stop...! Stooop...!! Hyaaaaa...!”
Thump! Thump!
She even started smacking the mat, letting out a fake cry, or sometimes laughing heartily. When I finally let go of her leg, she collapsed face down, panting for breath.
I could see her skin, flushed and slightly hot, as she lay there completely exhausted after that short time.
It was especially noticeable because her skin was so pale to begin with.
Just like how her ears turned red earlier... It's so like Hiyori for her body temperature to shoot up when she gets excited.
“Haa... Haaa...”
Hiyori, panting like that, looked subtly... no, blatantly erotic.
It might be because she'd taken off the shirt I gave her.
I casually placed the blanket provided in the room over Hiyori's body, set the remote control down by her head, and got up.
“I'm going to order a drink on my way to the bathroom. What do you want?”
“Haa... I don't want anything...!”
How should I put it... the sight of her, always trying to take the lead, only to be helplessly defeated by this one move and instantly put on the defensive, fuming in frustration...
It's really... a turn-on. Maybe it's because the way Hiyori is lying face down right now looks like someone right after a wild romp.
“You really don't want anything? I'm just buying for myself, then.”
“.... No. I'll have something... A Cherry Coke...”
I don't know why, but it's funny how even in that state, she doesn't just ask for anything, but gives a specific order.
My gluttonous Hiyori... She said she wanted to lose weight. I'll have to help her burn some calories with a sensual physical relationship soon.
“Get a lemonade.”
“Why? If you were going to do that, why did you even ask...!”
“Because I want to. Don't get cheeky with me again.”
At that, Hiyori turned her head to the side and looked up at me from under her half-lidded eyes.
Then she muttered quietly.
“Ugly...”
“Why, you little...”
When I slowly raised my hand, with no real intention behind it, she quickly covered her head with the blanket.
I gave her head—always trying to win against me, even to the death—a light, a very light pat, and then...
“It's just the angle you're looking from.”
Pretending that Hiyori's comment bothered me, I tossed out that one line and left the room.
Just before the door closed, I thought I heard a 'Puhih...'—a somewhat undignified but clearly happy-sounding laugh. Was I imagining it?