It was the same motorcycle, the same position—
This was the second time going to Ayato’s place, but her state of mind seemed to have changed somewhat.
Sitting behind him, Chisato gently held onto his waist, one hand resting on his abdomen.
It was afternoon.
She glanced up at the sun overhead, blazing hot.
The wind whistling past her ears felt cool.
Her gaze fixed on Ayato’s back was filled with conflict and complexity.
Compared to yesterday’s despair, today Chisato actually felt a sense of…
familiarity.
Even though it had only been a day, it was as if she had gotten used to his…
bullying.
No!
Impossible.
How could she get used to it?
It must be an illusion!
“Um…” The wind roared loudly.
The girl brushed aside her hair and said, “Are we… staying there overnight again today?”
“What?”
The wind was too loud; Ayato didn’t hear what she said.
Chisato moved her lips, then had to raise her voice.
“I didn’t go home yesterday. I want to… want to go home tonight—”
Otherwise, Mom would worry.
After saying this, the girl bit her cherry lip, watching his figure anxiously, afraid this boy would get angry.
Ayato’s reaction was very calm.
“Don’t even think about it today. Even if you wanted to go back tonight, you probably wouldn’t have the energy. We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”
Chisato’s expression froze.
Remembering how she had been utterly spent last night, the feeling of falling into a deep sleep after all her strength was drained, her cheeks flushed as she lowered her head, her eyes like water.
“Did you eat lunch?”
“N-no.”
Yuuto-senpai had invited her to eat together during lunch break, but you messed that up, didn’t you?
Chisato touched her stomach.
“I can cook.”
She didn’t know why she added that sentence.
After speaking, she lowered her head again.
“Oh?”
Ayato had originally planned to just find some shop to eat at.
Hearing this, he paused, turned the motorcycle towards another street, and finally stopped in front of a supermarket.
“Since you can cook, then I’ll leave making dinner to you. No problem, right?”
Even if I had a problem, I couldn’t refuse, could I?
Chisato nodded, walking beside him.
She stole a glance at Ayato, then quickly averted her gaze, forcing her attention onto the supermarket goods.
Vegetables, meat, seafood…
and some seasonings needed buying too.
“I remember there’s nothing in the kitchen. Do you only eat instant noodles every day?” Chisato asked.
“There’s also takeout.”
“…”
So this was the life of a guy living alone?
How careless.
“Then buy them.”
“Mmm… I can’t reach.”
Why put it so high?
Just as she thought this, Ayato beside her reached out and took a bottle of soy sauce from the shelf.
“Thank you.”
Just after thanking him, the White-haired Hottie walking ahead and picking through items suddenly stiffened.
Wait, what am I doing right now?
This…
it’s just like a normal married couple shopping.
This atmosphere is way too strange.
This guy is clearly a scoundrel.
How can I be treating him so well?
Feeling at a loss, the White-haired Hottie couldn’t help but glance back at Ayato.
However, he seemed not to notice the girl’s small movements and complicated feelings, his eye twitching slightly as he glanced at the prices.
He roughly calculated.
Tsk, I need to figure out a way to get some money.
Ayato’s house——
The motorcycle was parked in the yard.
The front door was open, the smell of cooking oil fumes wafting out, along with the aroma of prepared food.
After putting on an apron, Chisato had the feeling of a proper housewife.
Though she was forced into it.
“Ayato?”
The living room was empty.
She didn’t see him.
Just after placing the fried fish and beef on the table, she saw him walk out of the bathroom, his hair damp.
It seemed he had just finished showering.
Noticing his exposed collarbone and skin—places she had been intimately close to before—and the shorts below, made the White-haired Hottie tense up.
She quickly turned her head to avert her gaze.
“The… the food is ready.”
“If it’s ready, let’s eat. You seem a bit nervous?” Ayato noticed her reaction and grinned.
“N-no, I’m not.”
She shook her head frantically.
“Don’t worry. We need to fill our stomachs first, or we won’t have the strength,” Ayato said, sitting cross-legged, picking up his bowl, and looking up at the girl kneeling formally opposite him.
“The guy you were talking to at noon, that’s the boy you like, right? A second-year named Yuuto?”
He’s your senior.
There’s not a shred of respect in your tone.
Well, if he respected his seniors, he wouldn’t be a bad guy.
The White-haired Hottie took a small bite of rice and nodded.
“Heh~ That guy. I think he likes you too.”
“…”
Seeing the White-haired Hottie fall silent, Ayato curled the corner of his mouth and continued, “I thought he might chase after us, but in the end, he didn’t do anything. Was he hit too hard?”
As expected, this person is really terrible.
During lunch break, he…
in front of Yuuto-senpai…
just to hurt him?
Chisato, who was eating with her head down, spoke.
Glancing at the still-silent White-haired Hottie, Ayato, feeling bored, also stopped talking. This chapter was taken from novelping.com without permission.
After finishing the meal, the White-haired Hottie knelt on a cushion, twisting her fingers.
She knew what awaited her next.
She had experienced it last night.
Now…
In the heavy silence, the White-haired Hottie hesitated unnaturally for a moment before standing up.
“I… I’ll clean up.”
“Leave it.”
“Huh?”
“No need to clean up.”
Ayato leaned back, supporting himself with his hands on the floor.
“Come here.”
“…”
The beautiful girl opened her mouth slightly, put down her bowl, and slowly walked to stand before Ayato.
Even though she was looking down at him, her eyes held timidity and nervousness, not daring to meet his gaze.
“Take off your clothes.”
His calm words sent ripples through her heart.
Ayato wasn’t controlling Chisato’s body, but she still reached out to undo the buttons, slowly slipping off her jacket and skirt.
It was already—becoming more and more skilled.
Or rather, more and more accustomed.
Even though she resisted so much yesterday, today she took off her clothes so naturally.
He wasn’t even controlling my body.
I actually…
The girl, wearing only a bra and panties, exposed large areas of delicate, fair skin to the air, completely presented before Ayato’s eyes.
Her slender, smooth thighs, her exquisite and delicate stomach.
Her ample, perky chest~
Ayato pressed his hand against it, almost feeling like he could squeeze water out.
Within a few breaths, the White-haired Hottie had turned into a puddle of water, unable to muster any strength.
This won’t do.
If this continues, I’ll slowly sink deeper and deeper.
The White-haired Hottie realized something was off with herself.
It was like a domesticated pet, being tamed bit by bit by him.
If this went on, she would completely succumb.
But, even knowing this, she couldn’t refuse.
Or perhaps, had she already succumbed?
“Mmm—ah~”
It feels so good…
Pressed beneath him, her nose filled with his youthful scent, her body stained with his smell, both inside and out bearing his traces, his shape.
The White-haired Hottie’s delicate body writhed, tossed about, experiencing ecstasy and agony.
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“Eek—”
Not knowing that Ayato was getting more excited and happy because he was harvesting love energy, the White-haired Hottie felt his movements become even more intense than before, making her ‘die’ several more times without it ending.
The White-haired Hottie struggled to keep her eyes open, gazing dazedly at the boy’s face so close to hers.
Already…
completely molded into his shape.
“Mmm—”