Chapter 189: Good Night (2/2)

She headbutted him, and leaned on him while acting angry. Amane was more than glad to oblige, and hugged her.

This time, he did it gently, and earnestly…

He cautiously patted her back, and hugged her. She buried her face into his chest for a while, and slowly lifted her head.

After a few minutes, he checked to see if the face appeared pouty, and was a little relieved.

“…You are sometimes mischievous.”

“Sorry…I just want to dote.”

“Just do it normally.”

Goodness gracious, Mahiru responded in such a manner, straightened her back, and wrapped her hands on Amane’s neck.

She then kissed Amane, it is unfair if  I do not have a go for once, and whispered so to a dumbfounded Amane.

Faced with the impish smile and voice, Amane buried his face into Mahiru’s neck with a wry smile.

“You got to understand how destructive you are right now.”

“It is unfair for you to do so alone…it is ticklish.”

Mahiru took the initiative to fight back, and Amane immediately panicked. He then kissed her neck to hide how rattled he was.

A little whiff, and he scented upon an indescribable milky scent.

They used the same shower cream, so this meant that this scent belonged to Mahiru in the first place.

“…So fragrant.”

“I do use some body lotion to keep myself moist. Maybe that is is.”

It seemed the fragrance came from that body lotion, but Amane felt it contained some of her own scent.

Even without doing anything, Mahiru would give off a sweet scent. She never laxed on taking care of herself, and her skin moisture remained.

“You’re going to keep your skin smooth?”

“I do pay attention to many other things, which is why I can maintain such a nice skin.”

“Girls really have it tough…spending so much effort.”

“…I am doing it for myself.”

“You’re right, Girls like to dress up and make themselves look better after all.”

Mahiru was trendy, and liked to dress herself. Even if she did not date Amane, her insistence towards beauty might never disappear.

Amane had no illusion of wanting a girl who would dress up for a boy. He understood that Mahiru did so for herself, and could agree with what she said.

…This is one reason. But it seemed that was not the only reason as Mahiru whispered.

“You mean there’s something else?”

“…Erm, well…it feels better to touch, right?”

“Well, it’s your own body.”

She would be the one touching herself most, so it would be great if her skin felt nice to touch.

“No, not that…when you touch me, Amane-kun.”

And it was because of his prior conception “Eh” that he blurted out when he heard Mahiru’s reply.

“…I do not want my skin to be so parched when you touch it, that you will be disappointed…it feels comfortable to touch smooth tender skin, no?”

“…Y-yes.”

Amane clearly faltered, not expecting her to have thought of letting him touch.

Her face remained red, but Mahiru did not intend to retract her words. She latched onto Amane with more force, and shivered.

“…P=please do not be mistaken. I am doing it for you, Amane-kun, and also for myself…erm, it is my wish to let you touch me more…”

Touch me more, the moment she uttered those words, Amane instinctively rolled onto the bed with Mahiru.

Kya, a cute voice came from the lips, and Amane shush the lips, a faint groan coming through the gap.

He pried through the lips, as though sucking, and the sound was hoarse, delicate and sweet.

Mahiru might be at a loss as to what to do, and was hapless as she flailed her hands, seeking something to grab.

Amane held her flailing palms with his, which seemed to calm her down, relieving the tension from her body.

Or perhaps it was more accurate to say that she was limp, at a loss due to Amane’s sudden actions.

After savoring Mahiru who had become so sweet for some reason, Amane moved his lips away.

Mahiru was dumbfounded, gasping away, and looked up with a sweet expression. Amane looked down at her, and narrowed his eyes.

“…You understand the consequences of saying this on the bed, right?”

I’m really nervous too. Amane uttered these words that could be read as sexual harassment or a reminder, and Mahiru’s face turned completely red as she covered it with her hands.

“You know I want to treat you well, to treasure you well, right? You know I want to spend some time to get used to it slowly, right?”

Amane loved Mahiru, wanted to treasure her, and hoped to make her happy.

And it was because of such thoughts…that he endured, even though he knew he would not be hated if he acted. His sanity did not break even though they were clinging together in swimsuit. He did not push her down onto the bed even though the atmosphere seemed ripe.

But Mahiru’s words alone caused him to nearly bury himself headfirst into her.

Rather than her being bad, it was Amane’s fault for not being capable of enduring. He however hoped that Mahiru would not do anything that would flip his switch.

Much kindness and uncontrollable passion were invoked in his eyes and voice. After coaxing her, Mahiru nodded away while still covering her face.

“That’s good…sorry for doing that so suddenly. You’re shocked right?”

“I suppose so, yes. My heart was beating really fast.”

The sudden french kiss took Mahiru by surprise. She was still blushing, and would not show her face.

“…Amane-kun.”

“Yes?”

“…Next time, please, be…a little less intense.”

Mahiru did not refuse, and instead intended to do so a second time. Amane quietly pried aside her hands.

As expected, she was red like a ripe apple, and he silently put his lips onto her.

He gently and carefully doted on Mahiru, as she wished.

The previous one was an impulsive deep kiss, and this kiss was to comfort the shriveled Mahiru, one gently wrapped around her lips, filled with much affection, melting her more than before.

He slowly moved his lips away, looked down, and Mahiru glared at him with teary eyes, her face still limp as she gasped away.

“…I did not say now.”

“…I want it now. That’s not good?”

“…You may, but you warned me just now.”

“I did.”

“Goodness.”

Baka, so she pouted, but Amane knew she was hiding her embarrassment, so he chuckled and laid down next to Mahiru.

He took the remote control by the pillow, switched off the lights, and clung onto her. Her fine body quivered, but only out of shame, and she instead took the initiative to lean her face into Amane’s chest.

“Thank you for treasuring me that much.”

“…Yeah.”

Clear bliss seeped through her soft whisper, and Amane too gave a gentle smile as he embraced Mahiru once again.

Perhaps they could take another step one day, but this would be enough for the day. Within his clutches was something he yearned to treasure, rather than act on impulse.

“…Good night.”

“…Good night.”

After this little murmur, Amane embraced Mahiru, and closed his eyes.