Chapter 232: To Cherish (1/2)
It was rare for Mahiru to kiss him, and Amane let her be.
Truth be told, he might fall over if he did not hold up his body with his hands, and if he moved, something terrible would occur. Thus, he could not move. His waist was unstable, and he was filled with shame and anxiety once Mahiru expressed her love for him.
Her movements were a little stiff as she hardly took the initiative. She kissed away, happily staring at Amane’s anxious and embarrassed face.
She too was so embarrassed that her cheeks were red, and her eyes were moist. Even then, her expression looked so alluring. Beauties really could do anything.
Mahiru saw Amane’s expression, grinned, got down onto his chest, and he had enough.
“…E-erm, Mahiru-san?”
“What is it?”
“Actually…my butt’s aching from sitting on the floor. Maybe that’s enough?”
Amane just wanted to break away, and get himself to calm down, but she might not listen if he said so, so he tried to plead using a plausible reason.
She blinked away, I apologize for that, and got up from Amane. She was unexpectedly obedient, and probably knew that Amane had a different intent.
Amane thought of retreating for the time being while Mahiru was away from him, but the latter, quite the observant one, clung onto his arm, and prevented him from escaping.
He tensed up due to the heat, the touch, and the fact that he was seen through, I say, and heard her murmur.
“Who was the one who said that I would have it when we return home.”
“Ugh.”
“Such boisterous words you said.”
Amane had intended for something else when he said that, but she did not mind.
“…But well, I did plan for this, and I am glad. It is just that you always try to escape.”
Amane hoped that she would understand that he was trying to escape, for biological reasons, but it seemed she was fine with whatever situation he was in, and did not mind…actually, she probably meant something.
Truth be told, Amane never expected Mahiru, who was so flustered when the stayover was suggested, to be so enthusiastic. At the same time, he knew that he was being so useless because he was rattled by her clothes.
He felt it was reasonable for him.
He did not intend to do anything when he suggested to stay at Mahiru’s place, and naturally was disturbed by Mahiru’s bold temptation.
Mahiru herself might disagree with the sentiment, that she just wanted Amane to understand her feelings. Amane however felt that it was a cruel yet captivating temptation.
“Erm, I understand your feelings, so, can you please spare me?”
“In detail?”
“Like, another piece of clothing or two…?”
“Nope. I shall not promise so, since I finally seized the initiative.”
It seemed Mahiru wanted to drive a stake through Amane’s heart.
“…It is a little embarrassing, but I shall continue as long as your heart jumps, as written in the guidebook.”
“I say, what is that guidebook about? Mind giving your big brother one?”
“We are the same age, just a month apart.”
“That’s not the problem. I’m very curious to know what’s inside there.”
“…A secret.”
Mahiru clearly averted her eyes, and latched firmly onto Amane’s body, as though brushing this matter aside.
“…I can change my clothes if you dislike so.”
Mahiru muttered so as she looked up at him, and he murmured as he wrapped his arm behind her back.
He could feel beyond the fabric that there was something missing. The fabric was thin, the soft body, the sweet fragrance; churning in the chest were the various thoughts and feelings, along with the looming desire.
He understood that, and at the same time, he knew that he did not have to reject Mahiru.
“…You know I won’t exactly dislike it, right?”
“Yes. I am asking just in case.”
Amane groaned, knowing that Mahiru was being forceful on this day. A voice rang from her throat, and she smiled happily. He dared not say that she was blushing, for his was moreso.
“…You little devil.”
“I did say before that girls can become angels and devils in front of those they like.”
Amane was peeved that the smiling Mahiru looked so smug, made up his mind, and lifted her chin with his fingers.
He stared into her caramel-colored eyes, as though looking into her. Her eyes started to waver again.
…She’s completely hopeless when she’s the one being pushed around. Same old, same old.
Mahiru was being very aggressive on this day, but like before, she was never one to stand up to others. This was probably the reason why she wanted to seize the initiative.
Amane too might fit that description well. It seemed there would be quite the tug-of-war.
Amane hesitantly kissed her once he saw her eyes waver.
The sudden kiss left Mahiru frozen, but she liked this, and did not refuse.
And so, he gave her a deep kiss, as she wanted. Halfway through, she started hammering at his chest.
A voice was eked from her throat, either out of protest, or something else.
She shoved his chest before he could get the answer, prying the lips away with the body, and stumbled back, sitting on the bed.
She blushed, glared at Amane with teary eyes. He licked his lips that were moist from kissing, and went over to Mahiru, who retreated.
“…You laugh at me for always running away. Aren’t you doing the same too?”
“Uuu…n-no, it is bed time. I am just getting onto the bed.”
“I see. I’ll get on too.”
Amane got onto the bed, and Mahiru had nowhere to escape to. Her body quivered, but she looked up at Amane defiantly, and stopped looking for some reason.
“…I-it is despicable of you. I had you bath earlier because of this…”
“What do you mean?”
“You are still so alluring even after this while.”
Mahiru exclaimed her inscrutable thoughts, and murmured as she snuggled under the blanket.
Well, I have to get in anyway…so he thought, but it would be inappropriate for him to say so at this point.
His eyes were at ease once she did so, and he was quietly relieved as he got next to her, embracing her little back.
She shivered, he chuckled. She probably realized that he was chuckling from his breathing, and turned towards him. Her eyes were so filled with shame, seemingly displeased, seemingly pouting. She was adorable.
“…I wanted to tease you today, Amane-kun.”