Chapter 123: The Angel and the Suitable Skin Color (2/2)

“I-I cannot do not. Not when you are like this now, Amane-kun.”

“Why?”

“…Y-you appear erotic, Amane-kun.”

“Erotic?”

“I find myself weak seeing you just out of the bath.”

Mahiru did not look meet Amane in the eyes; it appeared it was not simply because she would see his body.

Even if she called him erotic, Amane felt he had no manliness or charisma. It appeared Mahiru did not think so however.

Well truly, Mahiru herself would look really alluring fresh out of a bath. Perhaps it too was the case if the person she liked had just finished bathing.

However, Amane was not going to stop just from hearing these words.

“So if I say I want to hug you now, you don’t want it?”

“Eh…?”

“If I say I want to feel you more directly, you don’t want that?”

Amane was not saying that he wanted Mahiru to strip, but he would like to experience some contact with the girl he liked, without reservations.

Of course, he would stop immediately if Mahiru was unwilling. If she was willing however, he hoped to embrace her in his clutches. Surely she would blush and shiver all over, but Amane really had the urge to tease her when she was like this.

“I-is it not sexual harassment?’

“Forget about it then. I don’t want to be end up hated by you.”

“…I-I will not, but…erm…you…wi-will not do, anything strange, I believe…?”

“You think I’ll do anything you’re unwilling to?”

Basically, Amane would wish he was dead due to the guilt he would feel if Mahiru hated him or cried. He could not ask for the unreasonable. He would hope to do so only when both sides agreed to it, and not force the issue.

All Amane wanted to do on this day was to embrace her, get her used to it, and not do anything more.

He stared at her intently as he answered honestly. After her eyes wavered, she stared at him nervously, her face still beetroot.

However, she showed no sign of refusing.

“…Well…e-erm…pl-please go easy…”

After saying this with a teeny-weeny voice, Mahiru cautiously reached her arms out.

Amane opened his arms wide to receive her, embraced her, and her body was clearly shivering as she shriveled in his arms.

It appeared she was wondering where to put her face, so she did not put it on his body. However, she hesitantly put her cheek on his flat chest.

“It is smoother than I thought.”

“Thought, as in…?”

“…And, your heart is pounding faster than I imagined…”

Given that Mahiru had put her cheek onto Amane’s chest, it was likely she could hear his heartbeat, loud and clear.

“Do I look that relaxed?”

“…Yes.”

“How can I be? Erm, there’s no way I can hug anyone like this, when you’re my first girlfriend, Mahiru.”

It was Mahiru and Amane’s first relationship, and obviously, neither of them experienced such body contact.

This mere embrace had Amane so embarrassed, his body heated up once again. Yet at the same time, he felt delighted.

He could not hide his heartbeat while faced with such an embrace.

“…You are a boy too, Amane-kun.”

“What do you think of me as?”

“I-I did assume so the last time. Y-you did remind me…”

This last time she spoke of was probably about the lap pillow reward after their tests.

Amane pushed her down to remind her, since she was overly careless. Back then, her face was blushing, and she realized there and then that Amane was a boy.

Amane was worried if she had forgotten that he was a boy, but it seemed she did remember as she lifted her head on his chest, saying with while still blushing,

“…Amane-kun, you are thin…”

“Sorry about being thin. I don’t seem reliable, right?”

“Not at all. But, erm, y-you are sturdier, th-than I thought. I am surprised…”

Mahiru traced the center of Amane’s chest with her finger.

He did not have much muscle, but he did have lumps. Her finger slowly glided by the abs that seemed to be there, and yet not.

“I have not touched a man’s body before. It is a new feeling for me, so I am shocked…”

“…You can touch if you want, but if you go overboard, I’ll touch you, Mahiru.”

Amane patted Mahiru’s waist jokingly, and she shivered.

He reflected upon how carried away he was, but Mahiru did not seem to hate it and merely covered her face with her palms.

“E-erm…next time, if, it, is just a little…”

“…Eh?”

“…I do not dislike it.”

Mahiru whispered as she appeared to be somewhat bashful , peeked at Amane, before covering her face completely once again. Amane could not resist as he groaned, and embraced her with more strength.

※Author’s comments: After this, Mahiru returned home as usual.