Chapter 409: Wet Pants #2
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 409: Wet Pants #2
"Here, try this."
Hiyori picked up a fully cooked piece of beef tongue with her chopsticks and placed it on my plate.
She's been picking at her own food this whole time, only giving the beef tongue to me. I wondered what she was up to.
Is Hiyori's concept for today the perfect wife?
"Didn't you say you wanted beef tongue?"
"I did."
"Then why aren't you eating any?"
"I am eating."
"You're just picking at it. Stop pretending to be all prim and proper and eat this."
"Ah."
I dipped a piece of beef tongue in lemon sauce and held it out to Hiyori, and she immediately opened her mouth.
She looked just like a baby bird opening its beak for its mother.
Her reaction was so fast it made me wonder if this was her plan all along. I let out a dry laugh and obediently placed the beef tongue in her mouth.
"Is it good?"
Hiyori nodded, and I could almost hear her humming.
Wondering if I needed to see an ear, nose, and throat doctor, I finished the beef tongue and the rest of the meat. I tried to pay, but Hiyori stubbornly refused, insisting she'd said it was her treat. I couldn't win against her, so I headed outside.
A moment later, Hiyori followed me out, one of her cheeks puffed out.
A faint clicking sound came from her mouth.
I narrowed my eyes and asked.
"Are you eating candy?"
"Yep. A peppermint."
"Where's mine?"
"Here."
Hiyori stuck the long peppermint candy out, half of it between her lips.
She was offering me the one she was eating so casually. She was just messing with me; if I actually took it, her face would flush in an instant.
I noticed one of her hands was curled into a fist.
Certain she had a candy in there, I held out my hand. With a nonchalant expression, she popped the candy back into her mouth and placed her small fist in my palm.
"Hee..."
Then, with a silly little laugh, she slowly opened her hand.
It was just a simple, ordinary prank from Hiyori, so why did it give off such strong romantic comedy vibes?
It felt like the world around us was brightening, a gentle breeze starting to blow.
Why? Was it because Hiyori's bright smile looked so innocent and pure?
Whatever the reason, it didn't matter.
As long as Hiyori was smiling so refreshingly in front of me, looking this beautiful, that was all that mattered.
With that thought, I tore the wrapper off the candy Hiyori had given me.
"By the way, was this free?"
"What's the point of asking after you've already opened it? Were you going to put it back if it wasn't free?"
"So it was free."
"That's right."
"Good enough for me."
"Don't say weird things."
She was throwing my own words right back at me.
I smirked at her playful side and savored the peppermint flavor spreading in my mouth.
"So, what do you want to do now?"
"Karaoke?"
"Not really feeling it. How about a movie?"
"Didn't you give me the right to choose?"
"Nope."
"Then why did you ask what I wanted to do?"
"Just a habit."
"Did you happen to hit your head in the restaurant bathroom earlier?"
"Do I seem crazy to you?"
"Yes."
"I don't think you're one to talk, stealing my items and hitting me with a toy hammer."
Did she remember what happened in the game back then?
The corners of Hiyori's mouth curved into a smile.
"You're the one who said it, not me~"
"Don't talk back. Let's go."
"What are we watching?"
"Whatever's starting soon."
"Okay."
An impromptu date wasn't so bad.
Then again, anything with Hiyori was good.
A huge movie theater building came into view.
Our eyes met it, and without a word, we both started walking toward it.
* * *
Hiyori and I were similar in a way.
Not in personality, but in disposition.
It was true even now. Unlike Miyuki, who liked to watch the trailers, Hiyori didn't even ask what movie I'd bought tickets for while she was in the restroom.
"Aren't you going to ask what movie I got?"
"It's more exciting when you don't even know the genre. Don't tell me."
Her answer was just what I'd expected.
But wait, isn't this the same question Hiyori asked me before?
Or was it Miyuki? Or maybe Renka?
It definitely wasn't Chinami... It felt like déjà vu, but it didn't really matter.
"But I want to tell you. Come here."
I beckoned to her with my index finger. She feigned exaggerated surprise and pretended to run away from me.
She really was a mischievous one, this girl Hiyori.
With that thought, I bought popcorn and a Coke with her at the concession stand, and we entered the theater just as the movie was about to start.
And then...
"What is this?"
After we sat down and the distributor logo faded, an anime character—not a real person—appeared on the screen. Hiyori turned to look at me, bewildered.
"Exorcist Chizuru: The Movie. Subtitle: Pursuit of the Legendary Yokai."
"What in the world is that?"
"An anime."
"You like this kind of stuff?"
"You like romance manga, don't you?"
"Well, yeah, but I'm not so into it that I'd watch an animated movie in theaters."
"It was the only thing starting now."
"No wonder it's all kids and parents around us... Is this going to be fun for us to watch?"
"I have no idea."
"You said it's a movie version, right? Do you know the original story?"
"Nope. Never seen it."
"So we're screwed, then?"
"You never know. Who knows? It might be your thing."
"You think so?"
"Could be. Now, give me some popcorn."
"Okay."
Hiyori, seeming to have decided to just go with it, brightened up and reached for the buttons on her cardigan.
From the way she was moving, it was obvious she was planning to put the popcorn on her cleavage again, just like last time.
I let out a disbelieving scoff and gave Hiyori a surprise forehead flick just as she undid the top button.
Thwack! With a crisp sound, Hiyori clutched her forehead.
Then she closed her eyes and tilted her head back, pretending to be knocked out. It was a funny sight.
I tapped her forehead very lightly with my palm and said.
"Wake up."
"Okay~"
Mhm. It's been a while since I've felt this kind of romantic tension.
I want to keep this mood going, so I'll save playing with our no-panties Hiyori for after the movie.
* * *
"So? Was it fun?"
I threw the empty popcorn box into the trash can. In response to my question, Hiyori answered nonchalantly.
"Not really."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. But now that I think about it, I guess it was kind of fun."
"What's with the fickle opinion?"
"That's just how I feel."
It seemed she was saying it was fun because she watched it with me.
Neither of us knew the main character, so we couldn't get immersed and just ended up chatting about random things...
Apparently, Hiyori had enjoyed that.
When we left the theater, the sun was still shining brightly outside.
It was almost evening, but I guess summer is summer.
On the way to the public parking lot, we spotted a shop and bought some ice cream. We got into the car in a cheerful mood.
"I'll take you home, right?"
"No. We have to go to your place."
"Why?"
"I have to get my clothes."
She was talking about the black bag with her panties and shorts.
So she hadn't forgotten. For some reason, I felt a little disappointed.
"Just drop me off at your place, and I'll get home on my own."
"It's fine. I'll drive you all the way home."
"Isn't it a bother?"
"Not really."
"Really? Then I'll take you up on that."
Hiyori's tone of voice turned a little shy.
She seemed pleased by my attentiveness.
I let out a light laugh at her transparent emotions, and she started lightly punching my thigh.
It was as if she wanted to throw a little tantrum because I'd read her mind.
Her mischievous side was always apparent, but at times like this, she seemed especially like a childish kid.
Deciding it was about time to start, I scratched my cheek and pretended to scold her.
"Stop that."
Just as I intended, Hiyori took the bait.
"Why? Is it turning you on?"
That was exactly what I wanted—and expected—her to say.
I knew that if I acted like I was backing down a little, Hiyori, who was in such high spirits today, would definitely make a joke with a sexual undertone.
"No."
"Looks like it is. Do you like it?"
She grinned, completely oblivious to what was about to happen.
I kept my mouth shut, gazing at Hiyori's innocent face, and then...
Tap.
I lightly tapped one of her thighs, more of a touch than a hit, and cupped it with my palm.
"Getting revenge?"
Hiyori asked, still not catching my intention.
Tap.
In response, I silently touched her thigh again. Her lips pressed together tightly, and her eyes darted from side to side a couple of times.
It seemed she'd finally realized it. The atmosphere in the car was rapidly turning sensual.
"Put on your seatbelt."
Hiyori flinched at my low voice and nodded...
As her slender hand reached for the seatbelt, I slid my own hand down to the hem of her shorts, which came up to the middle of her knees.
"Eek...?"
Startled, Hiyori's head pressed flat against the back of her seat.
It gave her a double chin, which would have looked ridiculous on a normal person, but even in a situation like this, she was still beautiful.
Hiyori froze, clutching the seatbelt tightly. Her bare legs were incredibly soft.
Should I say it felt like touching a child's skin?
As I began to slowly stroke that smooth skin, Hiyori spoke urgently.
"W-wait a second... I'll stop...! I'm sorry...!!"
"You've been getting way too cheeky, haven't you?"
"I was just kidding...!?"
"I know. That's why I'm kidding, too."
"No... I mean..."
Hiyori trailed off, swallowing hard.
It was absurd how her confident, provocative demeanor had vanished without a trace.
She didn't show any signs of trying to pull away.
I wasn't sure if she was too nervous to think straight, or if she was okay with this.
I guess I'd find out now.
Sliiiide...
"Nngh...!?"
The moment my fingertips slipped under the hem of her shorts, she tensed her shoulders.
A strange gasp escaped her, and the breath she'd just held in rushed out of her nose, tickling my neck, which was now very close to hers.
More boldly, but in a way that would still feel gentle.
With that kind of touch, I slid my hand up to her inner thigh, and she reacted.
"Ah...!"
One of Hiyori's knees had lifted slightly.
At the same time, her legs began to tremble, slowly crossing and uncrossing.
It seemed a ticklish sensation had washed over her.
"....."
I could see Hiyori's eyelids quivering, unsure of what to do.
Her wide-open eyes were becoming hazy, as if preparing for the foreplay to come.
It wasn't a conscious decision. It was just an instinctive reaction.
Right now, Hiyori wasn't aware of her own rapidly changing emotional state.
It meant her body was recognizing my touch on its own and preparing itself.
I leaned in until our lips were almost touching and called out to Hiyori, who was still struggling to adapt to the suddenly heated atmosphere.
"Hey."
At that, a little bit of clarity returned to her hazy, bright golden eyes.
"...W-what...!"
She tried to put up a front again, but that was all. To me, she just looked like a frog before a snake, putting up one last struggle.
Could it be that Hiyori's body was even more sensitive than Renka's?
I had to find out right now.
Hiyori's tightly pressed lips had parted ever so slightly.
Those plump lips, the front teeth faintly visible in the shadow within—they were so covetable. How could a greedy man like me not take them?
My mind made up, I waited for the moment her Adam's apple bobbed with a large swallow, then thrust my face forward and stuck out my tongue.
And then, I pushed it past Hiyori's tinted lips.
"Hmph!?"
As Hiyori let out a sound that was half-nasal hum, half-moan, her eyes flying wide open, I gently cupped the back of her neck and began to explore the inside of her mouth in earnest.