She suddenly felt that her black tights were about to be taken off!
At that moment, Kasumigaoka Utaha's heart was beating faster than ever.
It felt as though her heart was about to leap out of her throat.
At the same time, a fierce inner struggle began to take place in her mind.
'What is happening???'
Should she sit up immediately and scold him with harsh words?
While emotionally, she could accept it,
But this situation was really far from what she had imagined for their first time.
Throughout their relationship, even though they had tried many things, due to their young age, they hadn't crossed that final line.
And now...
Kasumigaoka Utaha hoped that her first time would come when their feelings for each other had reached some kind of milestone, a natural progression, not like this...
After a fierce internal struggle,
Kasumigaoka finally kept her eyes closed.
She decided that after everything was over, she would definitely give Yukima Azuma a serious lecture.
At the very least, they should do everything over again, just like before.
Only then would she forgive this idiot.
While Kasumigaoka was thinking this,
The black tights gradually slid off the tips of her toes.
Kasumigaoka squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for whatever would happen next.
The result...
The warmth of the blanket spread over her.
Then, the door to the room made a soft sound, opened, and closed again.
Kasumigaoka waited for a long while.
Then, she suddenly opened her eyes.
There was no one in the room anymore.
She quickly lifted the blanket.
Looking at her smooth, long, slender, and full legs, she had to admit they were a work of art"legs that could play all year long."
Kasumigaoka fell into deep thought.
She felt that the current situation was even more frustrating than the actual event itself.
As a beautiful girl, Kasumigaoka felt that her allure had been dismissed.
Feeling angry and dissatisfied, Kasumigaoka decided she would "get back" at Yukima Azuma tomorrow morning.
....
Meanwhile, Yukima Azuma, holding Kasumigaoka black tights, was walking downstairs.
He entered the bathroom, folded the tights, and placed them in the laundry basket.
It was better to let Kasumigaoka wash them herself.
He felt it wouldn't be quite right for him to wash them.
After leaving the bathroom,
Yukima Azuma looked toward the last person left on the sofa.
Aho — Baka — Tsundere — Arrogant as hell — Eriri.
Yukima Azuma picked Eriri up in a horizontal position.
Yukima Azuma found an empty room on the second floor and threw her onto the bed.
Then he turned around and went to the closet to get a blanket.
As Yukima Azuma carried the blanket and approached Eriri...
He was just about to cover her with the blanket when...
Eriri drowsily opened her eyes.
Seeing this, Yukima Azuma stopped, preparing to explain the current situation to Eriri.
After all, with Eriri's personality...
If he didn't explain the situation clearly right away, Eriri might just get angry on the spot.
However, what Yukima Azuma didn't expect was...
Eriri, after waking up with drowsy eyes, didn't scream or lose control.
Instead, she groggily, slowly crawled out of bed.
Under Yukima Azuma's astonished gaze, Eriri reached out both her hands and grabbed his arm.
Immediately, without caring for anything, she pulled Yukima Azuma onto the bed.
Surprised by this action, Yukima Azuma was really pulled down onto the bed by Eriri.
"Hey, Eriri..."
"Don't say anything, let's just sleep."
Eriri said with an unprecedented firm tone.
Then, like an octopus, she tightly wrapped herself around Yukima Azuma.
Her delicate arms wrapped around Yukima Azuma's neck.
While her long legs, covered in white socks, wrapped around one of Yukima Azuma's thighs.
Eriri's light breath brushed against Yukima Azuma's cheek.
She even lightly kissed his cheek.
Yukima Azuma opened his eyes, staring at the familiar ceiling.
This ceiling, for some reason, felt strangely unfamiliar.
Who am I? Where am I? Who is kissing me?
Eriri?
Are you kidding me!?
Yukima Azuma moved slightly, trying to escape.
As a result, Eriri immediately tightened her long, slender legs around him, locking him in place and preventing any movement.
Yukima Azuma tried to think.
Yukima Azuma couldn't think.
Yukima Azuma gave up on thinking.
A soft, warm body in his arms, and Eriri's soft hands serving as his pillow.
Yukima Azuma closed his eyes and decided to just enjoy it for now.
Chapter 55: Kasumigaoka: "How many times have you 'used' my tights?"
Chapter 55: Kasumigaoka: "How many times have you 'used' my tights?"
The next morning.
Sunlight streamed through the window, casting its light on Eriri's beautiful face.
Feeling the change in the light.
Eriri's long lashes fluttered slightly a few times.
Then, she slowly opened her jade-colored eyes.
She squinted after adjusting to the sunlight.
Eriri drowsily looked around.
As a result, right next to her was...
The face of the boy who was sleeping soundly.
His smooth, fair skin, just like hers.
His straight nose, red lips, eyebrows sharp like a sword, and eyelids twitching.
The person she had been longing for day and night, so close that she could feel his breath.
Eriri's eyes widened, her mouth slightly parted.
A silent scream, like that of a mole, rang in her head.
The pink hue, like the color of a sunset, quickly spread across Eriri's fair face.
As her whole face turned bright red.
The redness even spread from her neck, gradually covering her collarbones.
Eriri's jade-colored eyes were now trembling violently.
Her little head couldn't process what was happening for a while.
Anime-style steam rose from her head.
After a moment, Eriri gradually began to accept the current situation.
She was currently holding Yukima Azuma tightly.
Her arms were wrapped around his neck.
Her legs were tightly gripping his waist.
She was lying very close to him, like someone longing for something.
She and Yukima Azuma had slept together.
Why?
Was it a "Night raid"?!
Eriri felt her body, realizing that nothing was out of the ordinary, and her pleated skirt was still intact.
She let out a small sigh of relief, but couldn't avoid feeling a little disappointed.
Suddenly, she remembered last night.
She drowsily recalled waking up once.
In the dream, she saw Yukima Azuma.
Eriri had dreamed of Yukima Azuma many times.
Especially in the months after they broke up.
Eriri had almost dreamt of Yukima Azuma every night.
Every morning when she woke up, her pillow would be soaked with tears.
So, she had gotten used to dreaming of him.
Last night, just like every other time.
After dreaming of Yukima Azuma.
Eriri had pulled him toward herself, hugging him tightly and enjoying the feeling of security in the dream.
However, this time felt different.
This time, it was very real, the sensation was intense, the taste was very clear, and the feeling of security was also very strong.
So... it wasn't a dream!?
Eriri's eyes narrowed.
'First, pull your hand away, get out of bed, and run away.'
'If anyone asks later, just say he was dreaming, and it'll be fine!'
"Right, this is fine!"
Eriri told herself, impressed by her clever idea.
"Fine with what?"
The pleasant voice of the boy sounded beside her.
Eriri froze and looked back.
She saw Yukima Azuma, who had apparently woken up at some point.
He was staring at her intensely, not blinking, the corner of his mouth curling into a sly smile.
Then, chaos ensued.
Yukima Azuma was kicked off the bed, angrily standing beside it, adjusting his collar and sleeves.
Eriri clutched the blanket, covering her face, leaving only her eyes exposed.
"You... you..."
"Don't try to blame me, I recorded your actions from last night."
Yukima Azuma said.
Although the truth was, he hadn't recorded anything.
But by saying it like that, Eriri wouldn't dare check.
Her entire body felt like it was on fire, immediately feeling guilty.
"Did you treat me like a pillow? Did you sleep well last night?"
"No... not well, my arm is numb!"
Eriri tried to argue.
In reality, she slept very well.
It was the best night of sleep she'd had in the past two years.
"Even if you say that, I still have to collect payment for using my body as a pillow."
"You... you really took advantage of me!"
"Oh? So Eriri plans to go back on her word? Fine, I wasn't planning to gossip in class anyway, at most I'll just complain to Kasumigaoka-senpai."
"Don't talk to that fat woman in black tights! You... what conditions do you have, just tell me!"
"In that case, sign here."
Yukima Azuma pulled out a piece of paper from somewhere.
Eriri took the piece of paper and looked at it.
She saw the words "All-Purpose Ticket" written on it.
When she flipped it over, she discovered there were small letters on the back.
[This ticket can only be used by 'Yukima Azuma' on 'Eriri'. After use, 'Eriri' must fulfill one wish of 'Yukima Azuma'. Both parties must sign: (blank line)]
After reading the small text, Eriri raised her head and glared at Yukima Azuma.
"You... you don't plan to make some lewd request with this, do you?"
Yukima Azuma smiled with a knowing look.
"That's not something Eriri needs to worry about."
"No, no way!"
"Senpai! Senpai..."
Eriri immediately jumped out of bed, rushed toward Yukima Azuma, and covered his mouth.
"I'll sign! I'll sign! Forget everything that happened last night! Delete the video!"
After speaking, she quickly signed her name on the back of the All-Purpose Ticket.
When handing it back to Yukima Azuma, she gave him a quick glance, revealing her small fang, looking very menacing.
....
Yukima Azuma carefully put the All-Purpose Ticket away.
Then, he opened the door and sneaked out.
Just as Yukima Azuma closed the door, Kato Megumi came out of the bathroom.
She looked like she had just finished washing her face.
Yukima Azuma observed this scene, wondering whether he should buy a few more personal hygiene items for guests, like toothbrushes or face towels.
Also, similar to house slippers.
Ah, by the way, Eriri chose a pair of blue slippers, the same color as her eyes.
"Good morning, Azuma-san."
"Good morning, Megumi."
"Good morning, you young pervert, come here to me."
The voice of Kasumigaoka Utaha echoed down from the stairs.
Kato Megumi blinked.
Her expression seemed to say, "I wonder what kind of perverted thing Azuma-san is up to?"
Yukima Azuma immediately shook his head.
He stood in the position Kasumigaoka had designated.
Kasumigaoka also walked down from the stairs.
She sat on the sofa, crossing her legs to one side, unusually not wearing any socks or tights.
Her white, smooth legs, long and silky, were directed toward Yukima Azuma, her toes gently curling.
"Speak, you young pervert, what did you do last night after stealing my tights?"
"Did you 'use' them? How many times? Or were you planning to wash them and give them back to me so I can wear them to satisfy your desires?"
"Or, did you not wash them, leaving traces, and then wore them yourself, like that would satisfy you?"
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Chapter 56: Kato Megumi: Are the little white tights okay?
Chapter 56: Kato Megumi: Are the little white tights okay?
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"Have you used them already? How many times? After you're done using them, would it satisfy your desires more if I wear them again?"
Kasumigaoka Utaha asked at lightning speed, like a truck driver speeding on the highway.
Her words came at Yukima Azuma like wheels skimming over his face.
What was even scarier was that, beside them, Kato Megumi was whispering to herself:
"So, Azuma-san has this kind of preference, huh? Should I wear a pair of tights then?"
She lowered her head, looking at the little white ankle socks. "Or, maybe the little white ones would work too?"
Yukima Azuma twitched his lips slightly.
"Megumi-san, you're spoiling me like this. I'm happy, but I'm not that kind of pervert."
"Besides, if you really encountered that kind of pervert, please call the police right away and don't become an accomplice to crime!"
Kato Megumi heard this and tilted her head to the side.
Yukima Azuma then looked back at Kasumigaoka Utaha.
"Senpai, I didn't do that. Although high school boys sometimes get impulsive..."
"My thoughts are still healthy, and I'm not at the point where I would do something disgusting like that."
Kasumigaoka Utaha laughed coldly after hearing this, and slightly lifted her white slippers with her toes.
"Oh, so what did you do with my tights?"
"Nothing."
"Then why did you take off my tights?"
"Because yesterday Eriri spat on them, and I thought Senpai wouldn't want Eriri's saliva on your comforter."
Kasumigaoka Utaha:?
Eriri, just stepping out of the room:?
"I have proof here." Yukima Azuma said, then took out his phone and opened a picture. "Senpai, take a look."
Kasumigaoka Utaha, Kato Megumi, and Eriri all looked at it together.
The three of them saw the scene from yesterday, when Kasumigaoka Utaha and Eriri were sleeping on the sofa.
The saliva marks sparkling under the light.
"Sawamura Spencer Eriri!"
Kasumigaoka Utaha lunged toward her.
She really couldn't hold it in anymore.
"It was an accident! Aaaah!"
Eriri hugged her head and ran around frantically.
Kato Megumi hugged Shiratamaru, a little scared, and retreated toward the wall, standing with Yukima Azuma watching.
"Hey, Azuma-san really doesn't have this kind of preference, right?"
"Why do you ask like that?"
"Because sometimes I feel like Azuma-kun's gaze lingers on Senpai's tights and Sawamura-san's white socks."
