Chapter 114-3 Let’s Do Something About That Shirt First
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Kanon, who brought over some cold tea, sat down next to me.
”Thank you.”
The shirt is cool, but I don’t mind being praised for it.
”You and Akari match.”
Nishina-san, who had taken a stance in front of the oven, cheerfully called out to us. Come to think of it, Satou-san, Hano-san, and Himeno-san are nowhere to be seen.
”What about Himeno-san?”
”She’s holed up in the bedroom. Did you offer her some snacks?”
Snacks? You mean the shirt! I guess it was the right decision not to take a shower with Himeno-san.
The timer let out a beep as Nishina-san opened the oven door.
”Alright, it’s done! Kanon-chan, go call Himeno-san.”
”Understood!”
Just as I was wondering what Satou-san and the others were up to, the sound of the front door opening soon followed, and Hano-san and Satou-san, carrying a metal tray from the oven, entered the living room. The tray was loaded with several plates of bubbling gratins.
It seems that Higurashi-san also used her oven to bake enough for everyone at the same time.
The gratins were lined up on the table as everyone took their designated seats.
”Nishina-san and Satou-san’s portions are a bit small.”
Maekawa-san’s portion seems a bit small too.
”We eat less.”
The three first-years eat as much as the guys. Surprisingly, even the petite Kanon-san has a big appetite.
”Ah! I get it! Is this proportional to breast size──gyaaah!?”
”Now, now, Chikako-san. Starting a war, are we?”
Satou-san was smiling as she performed an iron claw on Hano-san’s face. It’s a pro wrestling move.
”Gyaaaah~~~! It hurts! It hurts! I give up, I give up!”
”Don’t say anything that disrupts the peace.”
”Understood! I’m sorry! I won’t do it again!”
I understood that this was a case where sticking your neck out could cost you your life. I saw nothing.
The tense atmosphere quickly dispersed once the meal began.
”Whoa! This isn’t macaroni, it’s spaghetti. It’s really delicious.”
”Hehehe. It’s just my secret menu, where I mix yesterday’s cream stew with pasta and top it with cheese, bread crumbs, and butter before baking it.”
Nishina-san, that’s the old shop’s buckwheat noodle restaurant, right? I’ve become curious about what kind of establishment it is.
”Oh, delicious. This is a meat-filled carbonara.”
After finishing their meal, Satou-san and Nishina-san watched Kanon-san, who was eating noisily and appeared to be enjoying it, before silently reaching out for seconds.
This seems easy to make, and I could show off to my stepsister and stepmother when I return to Japan.
After dinner, when Nishina-san was about to start washing the dishes, Himeno-san volunteered and began washing them.
If Maekawa-san used her ‘purification’ magic, it would be done in an instant, but it seems Nishina-san prefers to do it by hand as much as possible.
Himeno-san seems to be in a good mood as she washes the dishes, but the clattering sound is somewhat unsettling. Feeling worried, Higurashi-san and Kanon-san also started to help.
Before long, it seemed Himeno-san was assigned to meticulously wash and line up only the forks.
Despite everything, it seems like today will end peacefully, which is a relief.
Just as I thought that, Nishina-san sat next to me and moved her chair closer.
”Tsuchimiya-kun. This is a memorable photo.”
She said and showed me the screen of her smartphone.
!!?
What was displayed was a photo with a smiling Nishina-san at the center and two others.
It looks like the location is in front of the flower bed next to the indoor pool building. On the left side is Satou-san with a shy, clear expression, wearing a sailor uniform with a long skirt that looks like Onitsuka-san’s style. It’s more like Onitsuka-san is imitating this.
Due to the heavy makeup, her facial features are pronounced, making her look like a striking beauty. Definitely not an ordinary person.
Satou-san usually has a good face too if you look closely, but somehow her impression is faint. This is like a completely different person.
The person on the right is a very beautiful woman, but she looks like she’s in the water trade. She has long brown hair with a perm and a one-length style, giving off a sense of being out of place. She looks like the No. 1 hostess with a gentle smile, but if you look closely, she’s covered in blood spatter on her left side and it’s kind of scary.
But this smile, I feel like I’ve seen it somewhere before?
She suddenly snapped to and looked over at Maekawa-san, who was sitting diagonally opposite, talking to Satou-san.
Seriously… At first glance, she looks like a completely different person, but her smile is the same. Are makeup and hair really that transformative? First-year high school students definitely don’t look like this.
The combination of a delinquent girl, a hostess, and a little girl is too disorganized, but Nishina-san, who looks like a child, is holding the arms of the other two, making it seem as if she’s connecting them.
From the snapshot of the three of them caught in a scene I don’t know, I could feel a soft atmosphere like the thaw after a fierce battle.
This is a great photo, I instinctively think, but am I glad I saw it?
No, I probably shouldn’t have looked at it. Am I going to get erased? If they find out I saw, I might get buried in the woods.
Then, Maekawa-san noticed my suspicious gaze, which had become nervous.
”What’s wrong, Tsuchimiya-kun?”
”Eh!? N-no, I mean, nothing, really! It’s nothing!”
”Is that so…?”
Maekawa-san tilted her head and stared intently at me. Her gentle, narrow eyes slid sharply into my mind like a blade, giving a feeling as if she was peering into my heart.
I felt like my inner thoughts were being spied on, and my heart rate increased.
”Huh? This must be the one I took. Looking at it now, both of them look completely different. Nostalgic.”
”!? “
Before I knew it, Hano-san was leaning over from behind, peering at her smartphone screen.
In the next moment, Maekawa-san and Satou-san widened their eyes, and with a clattering sound, they stood up from their chairs.
”Hey, Tomo-chan!? Could that be…!”
Before the two could close in, Nishina-san slipped away and stepped back to the hallway outside the guest room.
”Haha♪ It’s already exposed, so it’d be better to hurry. With Tsuchimiya-kun, you’ll be fine!”
”Tomoko-san! Wait up!”
”Kyaa♪ Valeria-san, help me!”
Nishina-san opened the door and ran down the corridor happily. Before I knew it, Hano-san’s presence had also disappeared.
Left behind, I sat in the chair, sandwiched between Satou-san and Maekawa-san.
”Tsuchimiya-kun… You saw, right?”
Satou-san placed her hand on my shoulder and leaned her expressionless face close.
”I, I, I, I mean… what are you talking about?”
”You saw, right?”
Maekawa-san smiled and applied an almost incontrollable pressure.
”… I saw.”
”Then forget about it!”
Satou-san suddenly pounced on me and kissed me.
Without warning, her tongue pushed in, and with a loud water sound, she eagerly ravaged my mouth. Both hands sealed my ears tightly, and a lewd sound echoed in my head, making it impossible to think.
Thanks to Satou-san’s serious kiss, my brain swiftly fermented and melted into a gooey mess.
Just as I thought Satou-san’s lips had parted, Maekawa-san pressed her lips onto mine again, sliding her tongue in before I could catch my breath.
She exploratively rubbed inside my mouth with her slick tongue, heightening my senses step by step; before I knew it, every movement of her tongue created a strong stimulation that resonated deep in my groin.
This state is quite similar to Shitone-senpai’s kiss, but that is probably a magic skill of some kind, forcing a strong sexual sensation from the moment of contact.
On the other hand, Maekawa-san is probably using pure technique. At first, she shows a variety of attacking techniques, accurately catching the points and movements I feel, and optimizing her attack. Before I know it, she gives me the stimuli I unconsciously want, increasing my sexual sensation unlimitedly.
I was given more pleasure than I had ideals and lost the energy to move a finger without doing anything. If I could continue doing this, I would surely become an addict.
”Hiromin. If you don’t stop there, Tsucchi-kun will be twitching.”
A discreet Hano-san voice came from afar, and Maekawa-san’s lips slowly moved away. Every time Maekawa-san’s tongue moved, her hips jerked, and the countdown to orgasm was just about to begin.
Hano-san’s modest voice came from afar, and Maekawa-san’s lips slowly parted.
Every time Maekawa-san’s tongue moved, my hips bounced, and the countdown to ej***lation had just begun.
I leaned my body back and looked up at the ceiling with my mouth open.
This is bad. What had happened to me in the first place?
I couldn’t really remember, but it felt like I’d been hit by a powerful stray bullet.
As I was twitching in the afterglow of pleasure, Satou-san and Maekawa-san looked into my face.
”Tsuchimiya-kun didn’t see anything.”
”Is it good?”
”… Yes.”
She smiled and confirmed, and of course there was no option to say ‘no’.
Another memory had been sealed away.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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