Chapter 189: Good Night (1/2)
11pm, and Amane carried Mahiru into his bedroom.
He just wanted to go to sleep, as it was soon to be bedtime, but Mahiru appeared tense in his clutches, and her body was a little stiff.
Don’t worry, I won’t do anything, Amane whispered, put Mahiru on the bed, and she looked up at him with a blushing face.
“Y-you do not need to carry me over.”
“You look sleepy. It’s almost bed time.”
“…You say so…but, I always do wonder, am I not heavy to you?”
“How weak do you think I am…?”
Amane did at least do some muscle training and jogging, and trained so that he would not embarrassed himself. He could at least lift Mahiru.
He might have difficulty lifting her back when they first met, not because she was heavy, but because he was weak.
“I still need to carry you. I’m not that weak.”
“…Yes.”
I can’t carry you over my shoulders though, Amane joked. Mahiru widened her eyes, and smiled.
Once he saw Mahiru’s lack of tension, he gently sat next to her on the bed. Her cheeks were slightly red, but she did not panic, and instead leaned over towards him.
Amane knew it was her way of welcoming him, so he too showed a faint smile, and gently embraced her up front.
“Anyway, you’re not nervous without Kuma-san?”
The teddy bear he gave Mahiru was not part of her belongings on this day.
It seemed she cuddled it to sleep every day, but one had to wonder what made this day special…so he looked at the caramel-colored eyes, and they dropped bashfully.
“…I do not need it, for I have you today…and you will be jealous?”
“Yeah, I’ll feel awkward if you’re looking at something else even though you have me…so just look at me.”
“…Yes.”
“…But you aren’t looking at me.”
Her eyes were fixated near Amane’s throat, and she probably was not looking at him.
She lifted her head once she heard that.
The slightly reddened cheeks were reminiscent of a fresh fruit, and Amane had the urge to bite.
He might infuriate her if he really did so, so he merely kept the thought to himself, and stared directly into the faltering caramel-colored eyes.
“…How about a kiss?”
Mahiru might jolt in his clutches if he was too sudden, so he asked for her permission. The faint red intensified, and Mahiru’s eyes wavered.
However, she timidly nodded, probably having recalled their conversation at the living room.
It seemed she did not dislike it to begin with. She closed her eyes, and entrusted everything to Amane.
However, she was shivering a little, probably because she was not used to it.
The manner in which she shivered was as adorable as a little animal, and once he realized this, he smiled, exhaled, and with a slow movement that would not agitate her, he brought his lips onto her sealed lips.
Mahiru was so soft and tender all over.
So too were her lips, and they were damp, soft, bouncy, more vibrant than his.
More importantly, there was a slightly sweet fragrance, probably coming from Mahiru herself.
He gently pecked at the pink lips, and enjoyed that softness slowly, really slowly.
Whenever his lips grazed by and held hers, her body would shiver, but she never tried to escape nor show disgust, which showed that she probably accepted him,
…So cute.
He looked at her face as he kissed her, and saw a fine reaction. One moment she was ticklish, and the next she was comfortable.
She might feel embarrassed, but it seemed she liked kissing. Amane did not show any worry, and kissed her successfully.
He licked her lips, and she quivered. However, he did not reach his tongue in, and merely savored the sweetness, which caused her to relax, and lose all tension.
Her body and expression softened, and she was so adorable, Amane pecked at her lips once again.
Once he savored her lips sufficiently, Mahiru slapped at his chest, seemingly indicating that she was at her limit.
Upon being told to stop, Amane obediently moved his lips away. Mahiru was blushing, slightly panting as she glared at him. However, she remained somewhat dazed, and was not looking intimidating in the slightest.
“Th-that was a long time.”
“…Can’t I?”
“N-not that you, cannot…”
Amane got carried away as Mahiru had accepted this so comfortably. He would not have done so if she appeared unwilling. Truth be told, she would have escaped if she hated it.
In other words, there was no way she did not enjoy it, since she accepted so.
“…May I say something?”
“Say what?”
“You are so sleazy.”
“What sleazy?”
“W-why are you…so skilled at this?”
“…Your reaction tells me it’s good.”
It seemed Mahiru assumed Amane had it easy, and she raised her eyebrows slightly, but Amane himself did not.
He could count the kissing experiences he had, and gauged his actions based on her reactions. Even if he did not ask, it was clear that she would turn limp whenever he did so. He did pay attention whenever he kissed her.
He wanted to indicate that he was paying attention to her when he kissed her, but she widened her eyes, and her face was red like fire.
“W-were you watching me while kissing?”
“Eh, yeah. It’s really, really, really getting cuter…I know you’ll feel comfortable like this, and I’m glad.”
“…”
Mahiru started whacking at Amane’s chest with some strength, probably due to the embarrassment of being observed.
However, it did not hurt at all, and it seemed she was not being serious.
“…Pl-please do not say such a thing, fool.”
“You don’t feel good?”
“…I feel blessed, but please do not make me say it.”
“There are some things you need to say.”
“Y-you are teasing me now, no…I-I say.”
“Ow ow ow.”
Amane could not tease her any more as she was hitting him vigorously. He did not intend to tease her,a actually, but Mahiru might have assumed so.
“…Please do not bully me.”
“Sorry…don’t be angry.”
Amane patted her head, and she looked up at him, somewhat seething.
“Are you assuming that my mood will improve as long as you pat my head.”
“It’s not?”
“…It is, but I am not letting this slide.”
“Too bad.”
Amane shrugged, and Mahiru looked miffed as she leaned onto his chest.
“…Hug me, or I shall pout.”
“Affirmative.”
It seemed that Mahiru wanted Amane to pamper her gently, rather than being miffed.