Chapter 128: Angel and the heartbeats (1/2)

Mahiru would always garner attention, and Amane brought her along to a shallow pool, shook a little waterproof bag in his hand, and looked towards Mahiru.

“So, what are we going to do?”

“Going to do, as in?”

“Well, this leisure facility really isn’t a good place to teach your swimming. I guess you’ll be troubled to be forced to swim, right?”

“That is the case.”

Amane could swim, and could actually teach Mahiru, but this was not a swimming school, and there was no swimming lanes. She would surely bump into others while he was teaching.

In any case, the pools at this leisure facility were more for fun than actual swimming. Those who actually wanted to swim would not gather at such a place, but at a swimming school.

“I can teach you how to swim if you want, Mahiru. But I think…well, since we got this chance, I want to play with you.”

“E-erm, same here. I am glad to be with you, Amane-kun.”

Mahiru leaned over, and looked up at him. Once he understood the destructive power of this little devil, he patted his adorable lover on the head, and slowly regained his composure.

“Let’s just play all we want then. And well, if we’re really going swimming, you need to remove the rashguard.”

Mahiru’s small and voluptuous body was hidden under Amane’s rashguard at this moment, and if they went swimming, it would hinder them. She had to remove it.

The other men might look at Mahiru again, and Amane wanted to avoid their gazes.

Truly, it was a male privilege to enjoy the sight of one’s girlfriend in swimsuit, but Amane might die in many ways if they looked for too long. Thus, he could not allow that to her.

From his point of view, the breasts were lower in defenses and possessed extremely high attack. He really could not stare at it.

“…Are you intending to keep hiding it?”

“Ugh, I think it’s a pity to show you to others, Mahiru…”

“…Do you not want to look, Amane-kun?”

“Well I do, but if I look, I’ll die.”

“Why will you…?”

Mahiru appeared dumbfounded. She probably would not understand this feeling.

Of course, as a boy, Amane had his own desire to look, but he did not want to end up kneeling on the ground. Otherwise, he would be socially dead, and mentally.

“…But Mahiru, you’re almost dead seeing me half-naked.”