Chapter 137: The Chat after Getting Home (2/2)

“I wouldn’t have to do this if you fessed up.”

Amane slid his fingers by her flank beneath the clothes, and she clearly shuddered.

He felt the slender body that was devoid of excess fat as he gently stroked her silky wait. Already she was panting a little.

As Mahiru’s reaction was too good, he started tickling her with his fingers, slowly agitating her skin.

Mahiru fidgeted while in his clutches, and he had so many bad thoughts as a result, but he could not stop at this point.

“Fuu, w-ait…fufuf, Amane-k…”

“But seriously, aren’t you too ticklish Mahiru?”

Amane went easy on Mahiru, but it appeared she was very sensitive as she cupped her knees, shivering as she panted slightly.

He was shocked by how adorable she was, and how how stubborn.

He made ensure not to touch the places that would be dangerous for his sanity as he slowly tickled her. Mahiru then appeared to have enough as she suddenly turned towards Amane.

Her face was a little red, and her eyes were damp because of the itch. He felt his heart jolt in more ways than one when she glared bak.

“A-Amane-kun no, baka. You are cruel.”

“This wouldn’t have happened if you revealed it earlier.”

“I-it is nothing in particular. He mentioned how you bawled in your younger days when you crashed the bicycle into an electric pole, how you clung onto Shihoko-san and said ‘I love you mama’, and that you said that you wanted to become as suave as Shuuto-san and spiked your hair with wax.”

“What horrible things he said!”

Shuuto mentioned all the awkward things Amane himself had forgotten, and once this little bit was revealed, he covered his face.

Amane already had a feeling that Shuuto would talk about his childhood, but he never expected such embarrassing moments. He wanted to ask Shuuto what the latter wanted.

His parents might have found them to be topics worth chatting happily, but to him, it was a black history.

“I do find it adorable though.”

“You’re not praising me. Forget about what he said.”

“…I will not forget about these, since you tickled me.”

Amane felt that Mahiru would remember these incidents even if he did not tickle her. She sounded pouty however, and Amane reflected on his own excessive actions. He gently wrapped his arms around her back.

“Okay okay, I’m sorry.”

“…The next time you tickle me, I shall whisper to you what Shuuto-san told me.”

“Stop with the mental attacks…I get it, I get it. Sorry.”

Amane embraced Mahiru and coaxed her, while she obediently remained in his clutches, burying her face into his shoulder.