Chapter 408: Wet Pants
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 408: Wet Pants
Even though Hiyori had changed into my shorts, she was still wearing her string top.
So I handed her the oversized cardigan I mentioned earlier, and she put it on obediently, though not without some grumbling.
Once we were in the car, I looked at Hiyori and mimed zipping something up over my chest.
“So conservative.”
Hiyori muttered, but she buttoned up the cardigan properly.
Even though it was big, the line of her upper chest was still visible, but it was much better than before. I commented nonchalantly.
“You’re the one who’s too open.”
“What’s wrong with being open?”
“I said too open. It’s excessive.”
“Isn’t excessive a good thing?”
“What’s so good about it?”
“It’s good for you, senpai.”
There she goes again, getting bold because I'm not giving her any physical attention.
She’s all talk. I bet she’d flinch if I so much as touched her hip, where there isn't even a panty line.
I chuckled at Hiyori’s cute remark, started the car, and headed downtown.
“Where should we go first? The hair salon?”
Hiyori asked as we got out of the car in a public parking lot.
I nodded silently and replied.
“Let’s do that.”
“Do you have a regular place you go to?”
“No, not really.”
“Then let’s go to a salon I know. It’s close by.”
“Alright.”
Pleased with my easy agreement, Hiyori grinned, then frowned as she looked down at her outfit.
The shorts with pockets hanging all over... looked like something you’d find at a flea market.
And the oversized beige cardigan.
The color and size made for a serious mismatch, and she clearly wasn't a fan.
“This fashion is terrible.”
Hiyori said with a pout.
Her voice was thick with displeasure.
I gave her a light pat on the back.
“It’s fine.”
“Why?”
“No one’s looking at you.”
“That can’t be true, can it?”
Without slowing her pace, Hiyori cupped her chin with both hands.
It was a gesture like a blooming flower, as if praising her own beauty.
The problem is, she knows all too well how pretty she is.
Smack.
With a flick of my wrist, I smacked the ahoge on the highly self-confident Hiyori’s head. She stopped dead in her tracks, covering the top of her head, and I watched her.
She made a whining face, and her actions were just as cute as her looks.
Her refreshing side seemed even more prominent than usual today, making the gentle spring breeze in my heart feel a little stronger.
Since things are going this well, I'm tempted to just take her to a love hotel today.
While fighting that temptation, I spotted a hair salon about halfway down the shopping arcade and pointed to it.
“Is that it?”
“Nope. It’s about two blocks further.”
“That one looks fine, too.”
“Maybe, but you should always go to your regular salon.”
“Because of the stylist?”
“Yup. The stylist there knows my tastes well.”
“But she doesn’t know my tastes.”
“We can make sure she learns them from now on.”
Injecting her tastes?
Mmm. That phrase certainly gets a reaction down below.
As expected, Hiyori really knows how to turn a guy on.
“See it over there?”
As we walked and chatted, I saw the salon Hiyori mentioned on the second floor of a stylish building.
“It’s pretty big. Won’t we have to wait without an appointment?”
“It’s an off-peak time, so it should be fine. If it’s crowded, we can just wait a bit. Are you going to cut all your bangs off?”
“Yeah.”
“Then I’ll tell the stylist. There’s a hairstyle I want you to try.”
The way she talks about my hair as if it’s her own is ridiculous.
Still, I was curious about what she had in mind, so I decided to go along with it for now.
“Go ahead.”
As soon as we went up to the salon, Hiyori was warmly greeted by a stylist.
“Welcome, Asahina-san.”
It’s normal for them to know her last name if she’s a regular, but seeing the genuinely happy looks on the staff’s faces, I could tell they got along well.
Hiyori is the kind of person everyone likes, after all.
“Hiii.”
Seeming to be in an even better mood today, Hiyori greeted them in a slightly higher tone and looked around the salon.
After confirming there were only a few customers in the spacious room, she asked.
“Can we get a cut right away?”
“Of course. My next appointment isn’t for another hour, so it’s possible. Hello there.”
The stylist, who had been talking to Hiyori, suddenly turned to me with a bright smile.
I couldn’t tell if it was a professional smile or a genuine one, but she was very professional.
“Are you both getting a cut?”
Hiyori answered yes to the stylist’s question, and we followed her to our seats.
I was staring at my reflection in the large mirror in front of me, and as the cutting cape was draped around my neck, I was about to state my simple request.
But Hiyori, sitting next to me, spoke up first, so I kept my mouth shut.
She’ll probably tell the stylist what to do. I’m sure it’ll be fine.
Deciding to just relax and let it happen, I took out my phone while the two of them discussed things.
The sun was high in the sky, but I still hadn't heard from Miyuki.
She said she was going to sleep in on the first day of vacation, and it seems she’s really still out cold.
Imagining her fast asleep with one leg sticking out of the covers almost made me laugh.
It was so hot yesterday, I wonder if she was okay.
Her house doesn’t have an air conditioner... I’m worried.
“Senpai, it’s better for you to grow out the sides rather than shaving them completely.”
While I was lost in thought, Hiyori finished her conversation with the stylist and spoke to me.
I nodded slowly. As the stylist prepared to start the cut, I sent a message to Miyuki and tucked my phone inside the cape.
* * *
“How’s the water temperature?”
Warm water poured over my scalp, and the staff member’s hands massaging my head made my body feel languid.
Her gentle voice in my ear was incredibly arousing. I seriously considered asking Renka to try a roleplay like this sometime.
“It’s fine.”
By the time my hair was washed and dried, Hiyori’s cut still wasn’t finished.
They say women’s hair requires a lot of attention, and I’m sure Hiyori’s is especially high-maintenance.
I secretly paid for both of us, sat down on the sofa in the back, and checked my phone again.
[Sorry. I just woke up.]
Miyuki’s message had arrived two minutes ago.
At this hour, she’s probably still lazing around in bed.
I crossed one leg and tapped out a reply.
[Nothing to be sorry about. You slept until now?]
[Yeah.]
[What’s the occasion?]
[It’s the first day of vacation, so I slept in. I was tired from yesterday, too. When did you wake up, Matsuda-kun?]
[About an hour ago.]
[What? You slept for a long time too.]
[Not as long as you.]
[What time did you go to sleep yesterday?]
[Hmm? Around midnight?]
[I went to sleep at two in the morning.]
[So you win?]
[Yep.]
It’s a childish game, but it’s refreshingly sweet.
This side of Miyuki has been slowly coming out since the school trip. Is it Hiyori’s influence?
Probably.
[Good job.]
[Right?]
[Yeah. What are you doing today?]
[I have to go to my grandma’s house starting today.]
[You didn’t say anything about that.]
[It was decided suddenly yesterday.]
Leaving her lover behind to go far away?
If you just swap the genders, this is a classic NTR cliché...
While Miyuki is down in the countryside, I get completely wrecked and trained by Hiyori...
And when Miyuki comes back, she’s shocked to see me tanned and with dyed hair... A scene like that pops into my head.
That’s not very arousing.
There might be a demand for that in female-oriented works, but DokiAka is for a male audience, so I should think accordingly.
[How long will you be there?]
[I just have to stay for one night. You should come too, Matsuda-kun.]
[Me too?]
[Yeah. Is that too much?]
[It’s not that it’s too much, but if I go, your grandmother and the others might feel uncomfortable.]
[No. My grandma and grandpa both said they wanted to meet you.]
She’s even told her grandparents about me?
No, that’s to be expected, but for her to have mentioned me enough for them to be curious is surprising.
Coming from Miyuki, it’s probably not just empty words.
It feels like I really have to go now. Miyuki’s been spinning her web everywhere without me realizing it.
[Going tomorrow is a bit sudden. Let’s go visit them quietly, just the two of us, some other time.]
[Just the two of us?]
[Yeah.]
[Okay. I’m going to go shower now, okay?]
[Sure.]
Miyuki ended our conversation by sending a white rabbit emoji holding a heart.
I smiled, imagining her shuffling to the bathroom in her pajamas. Then I noticed Hiyori’s seat was empty and tilted my head.
I was looking around, wondering if she’d gone to get her hair washed, when—
“What are you doooing?”
Hiyori popped her head out from behind the sofa, right next to me, making me jump.
“You scared me... Are you done?”
“They just need to dry it and I’m finished. I asked what you were doing.”
I know I’m bad at multitasking, but wasn’t that a little too stealthy?
She’s not a thief... It seems she was determined to spy on what I was doing.
“I was texting with Miyuki.”
“Why don’t you text with me?”
“You’re right here. Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I don’t like it.”
“What part?”
“All of it.”
Grumbling, Hiyori returned to her seat as the stylist guided her.
Her eyes stared intently at me through the mirror.
It was amusing how she seemed to be monitoring my every move.
Hiyori kept her eyes fixed on me the entire time she was getting her hair styled.
Did she get her bangs and sides trimmed a bit, and the back shortened?
Her hair was so long to begin with that it wasn’t very noticeable, but I could tell it looked neater.
“Did you pay already?”
Hiyori asked after returning from a chat with the stylist at the counter.
I nodded nonchalantly and replied.
“Yeah.”
“When?”
“After I was done.”
“Then I’ll buy lunch.”
“Sure, whatever.”
“How’s my hair?”
“Yours? Or mine?”
“Mine.”
“It looks neat.”
“Yours too, senpai. But you should have asked for some wax. It would look better if you styled the top.”
“It’s windy today. It’ll get styled on its own.”
“Are you just being lazy? Why don’t you just say breathing is a hassle, too.”
“Don’t exaggerate.”
Bickering with Hiyori, we left the salon and got on the elevator. I noticed her shorts had slipped down a little on her hips.
She had tightened the drawstring, but the shorts were so big that they must have slid down a bit while she was sitting.
“Your shorts are slipping.”
“So what.”
She got snappy when I pointed it out.
She’s been jealous ever since I told her I was texting Miyuki. It’s ridiculously cute.
Chuckling to myself, I snuck up behind Hiyori, who was facing the door with her back to me. I placed my hands on her hips and grabbed the waistband of her shorts.
Then, before she could say anything, I pulled them up to her waist.
She seemed to have gotten somewhat used to my skinship. She was surprised, but she didn’t flinch as hard as she did back at my place.
But my next words made her flinch hard, a look of panic on her face.
“Feels like I’m not grabbing something.”
“W-What do you mean?”
Her expression was as honest as a thief caught red-handed.
So she really isn’t wearing any panties. What would happen if I got her worked up right here?
They’re khaki, not black, so it would be really obvious...
I don’t want others to see, so I’ll have to check in the car.