Chapter 407: Vacation Life with Hiyori #2
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 407: Vacation Life with Hiyori #2
No matter how I thought about it, Hiyori was just too damn sexy.
Her body, her clothes, and of course, the very aura she gave off.
Especially the curve from her waist to her hips.
That was what drove a man crazy.
Her skin was so fair that just looking at her made desire surge within me, and that was just a bonus.
I felt like pouncing on her right then and there. Was there really any need to hold back?
I watched Hiyori walk over to the fridge and grab a bottle of water as if she owned the place, then asked.
“What did you go downtown to buy?”
“Diary decorating supplies.”
“Dakku? Ah... diary decorating?”
“Yep. My friend wanted to buy some and asked me to go with her.”
“So, did you buy everything?”
“We did.”
“And you didn't buy any?”
“It's not my hobby, so I didn't really feel like buying anything. But your bedhead looks good on you. It's much better than when you had your bangs down.”
Why did Hiyori keep paying attention to my hair?
Could it be that she thought Miyuki asked me to wear my bangs down?
Maybe she was being wary because of that.
“There you go, saying weird things again.”
“When are you going to get your hair cut?”
“I don't know. I was thinking of getting it cut today.”
“Then do you want to go with me and get some beef tongue afterward?”
“It's good, but it's not very filling.”
“We can just order something else too.”
“Should we?”
“Yeah. But why are you lying down?”
“Let's rest for a bit before we go.”
“Then I'll lie down too.”
“Go wash your feet first.”
“They don't smell. Want to check?”
Saying that, Hiyori moved to where my head was.
Her face, visible above the gentle mounds of her chest, looked especially sexy today.
I tried to look up at her nonchalantly and gestured toward the bathroom with my eyes.
“Stop talking nonsense and go wash up. Quickly.”
“Ugh.”
Hiyori grumbled and went into the bathroom.
Soon, the sound of the shower running followed.
Not long after, Hiyori came out holding a wet towel and asked.
“Where should I put the towel? The laundry basket?”
“Just hang it up.”
“But I used it to dry my feet.”
That's why I'm telling you to hang it up.
“It doesn't matter.”
“But it'll be dirty.”
“If you washed them, there's nothing but water on it.”
“What's with that carefree attitude?”
“If I tell you to hang it up, then hang it up.”
“No way.”
After her firm refusal, Hiyori forcefully shoved the towel into the basket and looked at me defiantly.
Seeing her act like she was showing off her rebellious spirit, it seemed she wanted another 'mouth inspection.'
I let out a baffled laugh. She was puffing out her chest like a teenager triumphant after winning an argument with her parents. I pointed to the closet.
“Open the second shelf, there's a t-shirt and shorts. Pick whatever and change.”
“Why?”
“You're showing too much skin.”
“Oh, come on...! I even wore something modest that doesn't show my stomach. What's wrong with this...!”
“You call that modest?”
“Yes.”
“You and I must be living in different worlds. Go change.”
“I'm going out like this.”
“Listen to me.”
“What if I don't want to?”
She was steadily racking up bad karma. I'd have to make her pay the price for coming to my house dressed like that without a shred of fear.
“Then we're not going out.”
“I don't care. Now make some room so I can lie down too.”
“I'll make room if you change.”
“I can make room myself, you know.”
“How are you going to do that?”
I was occupying the center of the futon, completely covered by the blanket. Hiyori squeezed in next to me.
From there, she started rolling sideways like an armadillo, trying to push me away with her whole body. But her slender frame had no chance of moving a big lump of rock like me.
But I decided to move for her, just for the effort. Besides, there was something I wanted to do.
With that in mind, I slowly made space for Hiyori, acting as if it were a huge bother.
“See? I made room, right? Give me the blanket, too.”
She was so full of herself, not even realizing I let her win. I should take that high-and-mighty nose of hers down a peg.
There are many ways to do it, and I just thought of the best one, perfectly suited for her outfit.
“Why the blanket?”
“It's cold.”
“Of course it's cold when you're dressed like that.”
“It's because of the air conditioner! Hurry up. I'm going to catch a cold.”
“You don't catch a cold just from being cold.”
“Give it.”
“How many times do I have to tell you to ask nicely?”
“You're acting weird today.”
“What's weird? I say this all the time.”
“You do, but it just feels weird.”
She must have sensed something suspicious in the air.
Deciding I had to act before Hiyori could slip off the futon, I spread the blanket wide and covered her with it.
“Happy now?”
“Yup. It's warm.”
“Go change your clothes.”
“Ugh, why do you keep nagging me...! I'm not showing that much skin at all...!”
“You really think it's not that revealing?”
“I'm telling you, it's not!”
I was waiting for that answer.
Before Hiyori could react, I pressed myself against her—not completely, but close enough to feel intimate.
“Ah...?”
Hiyori, who had turned on her side to face me, flinched.
Her body stiffened, her eyes shaking as if in an earthquake.
It was obvious she was nervous.
Without breaking eye contact, I moved my hand down and placed it on her thigh.
Then, as naturally as an office worker doing the same routine day after day, I began to caress her inner thigh, right next to her crotch.
“Wh-what are you doing...?”
I didn't answer Hiyori's startled question, simply curling my fingers.
I could feel a concave muscle. It was the adductor on her inner thigh.
A part of the body so close you could say it was touching her precious place.
Was she flustered by the warm pressure there?
Hiyori's entire body became even more rigid than before.
“Still think it's not revealing?”
At my words, my deadpan expression broke into a mischievous grin, and Hiyori drew her knee up sharply.
This squeezed my hand between her legs, putting more pressure on her thigh in turn.
“Eek...?”
Whenever I do this, Hiyori always acts on pure instinct.
She just did it again. If she hadn't instinctively raised her knee, the stimulation wouldn't have intensified. She brought this upon herself.
The result was now showing on her face.
A look of complete helplessness. She was openly showing that she'd only ever seen this kind of thing, never experienced it herself.
Her breathing had started to tremble. I caressed her adductor a couple more times, as if prodding a bouncy ball, and asked again.
“So, is it still not revealing?”
Hiyori shook her head as if to clear it and replied.
“What does this have to do with it being revealing...?”
“This part is completely exposed. How is that not revealing?”
“It's exposed, sure, but aren't you just touching it...?”
“Is it revealing or not?”
“I-I guess it is a little revealing...”
“If you know that, you should change, right?”
“But I don't wanna...”
Usually when I did this, Hiyori would act reluctant but still listen to me. But this time was different. She still got timid when I pushed, but she wouldn't back down.
Why was she like this? Did she think she was a fool for always giving in, and decided to act boldly the next time I did this?
Whatever the reason, and no matter how she reacted, she was still cute. So, I gently touched my forehead to hers.
With a soft thump, Hiyori's eyes squeezed shut, then fluttered open.
Hiyori has a wide range of expressions. That's why her emotions are more apparent than the other heroines, and it was the same now.
Embarrassment, excitement, and a little bit of fear.
I looked straight into her eyes, which were openly displaying all these emotions, and said.
“You're going to change, right?”
“No...?”
“Then at least put on a cardigan.”
“But it's hot outside.”
“I'll give you a thin one. That's a fair compromise, right?”
“....I'll let it slide, just this once.”
I wonder if she knows who's the one actually letting things slide here.
I continued to caress Hiyori's thigh, which had started trembling at some point, when she asked,
“But how long are you going to keep touching me there?”
At her question, I gave a small shrug.
“I don't know. It feels nice, so I want to keep touching it.”
“It feels weird to me.”
“Then straighten your leg.”
“No.”
“Why are there so many things you don't want to do? You're not a kid.”
“Your blanket smells weird, Senpai.”
Did she catch a whiff of a guy's typical sweat smell? Her saying it so bluntly was making me feel awkward.
“What does it smell like?”
“It smells like a greedy person.”
So it wasn't a real smell after all. Hiyori... I'll never understand her.
If we were on the verge of having sex right now, would she be able to act so nonchalantly?
Probably not. She'd probably be dazed like Chinami and snappy like Renka.
Only after Hiyori's cold skin had warmed up did I finally remove my hand from her thigh.
At that, Hiyori slowly sat up and pointed to the closet.
“Can I wear any of the shorts?”
“I thought you didn't want to change.”
“Your hands are too lecherous, Senpai. I need to protect myself.”
A moment ago you were adamantly refusing, and now you're going to change?
She must have gotten a little wet from me touching her thigh.
There was no other reason for her to make such an uncharacteristically conservative excuse.
“Can I wear these?”
Hiyori asked, holding up a pair of baggy, khaki-colored shorts from the closet.
When I nodded, she walked toward the bathroom with a somewhat awkward gait.
The way she tried not to show me her front, and the fact that she made sure to grab a black plastic bag, turned my suspicion into certainty.
She definitely felt something from my touch.
While I was touching her thigh, she must have felt a rising pleasure, amplifying it with all sorts of fantasies.
But did she bring a spare pair of underwear? How was she planning to change her panties? Surely she wasn't planning to put her underwear in the bag and just wear the shorts, right?
As I was lost in thought, listening to the faint sound of the shower, Hiyori came out of the bathroom.
She walked over with her wet legs and casually placed the black bag she was holding in a corner of the room.
She seemed to think that if she acted naturally, I wouldn't suspect a thing.
“What are you staring at?”
Hiyori chided, noticing my gaze scanning her lower body. I stretched once and got up from my spot, then replied.
“Nothing. I'm gonna go wash my hair.”
“Okay.”
Subtly avoiding my eyes, Hiyori pushed my back toward the bathroom as if to hurry me along.
Inside the bathroom Hiyori had just used, her characteristic lemon scent lingered.
Mixed in with that fragrance, I thought I could smell something else, something sensual... but it was probably just my imagination.
Imagining Hiyori's flustered expression, I couldn't help but let out a small laugh. Without a word, I turned on the faucet.
I have a feeling a lot of fun things are going to happen today... I should enjoy it to the fullest.