Chapter 248: Wanting to be Pampered (1/2)

“…E-erm, I feel you need to control yourself a little, Amane-kun.”

After dinner, Amane punished Mahiru with a huge dosage of pampering, and Mahiru blushed as she looked up at him.

They were merely together on the sofa, and he was just touching her, but she was rather embarrassed.

There was no actual sexual contact per se, and he did not touch her at anywhere inappropriate. The reason Mahiru’s face was so red might be because Amane had been patting her head while looking at her face, or because he had her sit on his thighs.

“You got to tell me what you know if you want me to stop.”

“I-I said that it was not anything you would be worried about.”

“In detail?”

“…There was the time when you swung on the swing, hit your head, and cried out loud. And also, you wanted to kiss Shihoko-san on the cheek, and bumped your head too hard or something.”

“Guilty. No reason to spare you.”

“Why…!”

In his younger days, Amane was too influenced by his mother’s passion that he overdid things, and often messed up. He however wondered to himself why he deserved such karma for Mahiru to know. The matter of kissing his mother was not something that should be mentioned to any man. If this was not a black history, one had to wonder what was.

Surely it was Amane who was more embarrassed than Mahiru, who was being pampered.

It did not count as he failed to do so, but he nearly brought his face onto Shihoko’s and kissed her. He had a migraine just from the mere mention.

I told you not to listen, Amane implied through his gestures, slid his fingers down her waist, and caressed her along with her body warmth. She shivered, and her tense face looked up at him.

Naturally, she was begging for him to stop, but unfortunately for her, it was a punishment, and he had no intention to stop. Shihoko was probably the one who first mentioned this, but there was no doubt Mahiru enjoyed hearing so.

Mahiru was afraid of tickles, and Amane did not go all out when tickling her. She squealed with a voice shriller than usual, and firmly latched onto him. She did not run away, for she probably feared losing her balance.

“Hiiiii…haa, so-sorry.”

“…Anything else you heard?”

“No-not this time.”

“This time?”

“I-it is a matter of context…”

“…Even if she did mention everything, you’re going to keep listening, aren’t you, Missy? Isn’t it unfair that my black history is the only thing dug up?”

“B-but, if we are talking about mine, there is a prior issue…”

And there is nothing worth talking about, once Mahiru quipped, Amane stopped tickling.

It might bring back bad memories to her, for she did not receive the care and love of her parents, and she surely did not wish to recall them.

Sorry for mentioning this stuff, Amane lowered his eyebrows, and observed Mahiru, who seemed to have understood what he was thinking, gently giggling.