join p atreon.com/KeyofStars and become a Sequence 9: Reader for dozens of advance chapters for over a dozen fics | Every 100 powerstones = 1 extra chapter
Just as the preparations were finished, the doorbell rang again.
"I'll get it."
Fujiwara Chika heard the movement and scurried out of the kitchen.
"Ah, it's Senpai." A clear and pleasant shout soon came, "Senpai, good evening."
Koyasu Tsubame's voice rang out: "Chika-chan, good evening."
"Eh, why are Senpai's clothes wet?"
"It's raining outside again. I thought it wasn't far and the rain wasn't heavy, so I didn't need an umbrella. Who knew the rain would suddenly get heavier."
Amamiya Natsuki heard this and came out of the kitchen, seeing Senpai's clothes completely soaked, he said:
"Senpai, go take a bath first, don't catch a cold."
"Okay."
Koyasu Tsubame agreed and walked towards the bathroom, feeling extremely uncomfortable being completely wet.
Fujiwara Chika, on the other hand, returned to the kitchen to continue helping.
"There's only a little soy sauce left." Amamiya Natsuki suddenly realized the soy sauce was almost gone and looked at Chika, "We need to buy a bottle."
"I'll go buy it." Fujiwara Chika took on the task.
Amamiya Natsuki said:
"Take an umbrella, be careful not to get wet."
"I know, even children know to use an umbrella when it rains."
"Senpai doesn't know."
"Keep your voice down, Senpai will get angry if she hears."
Koyasu Tsubame: "..."
Your voices are so loud, it's hard not to hear you!
"I'm going out."
Fujiwara Chika untied her apron, waved, took the umbrella, and went out.
Inside the bathroom.
"Hoo..."
Koyasu Tsubame gently exhaled, picked up a towel, and wiped her body.
If a girl doesn't wash her hair, the speed of bathing isn't actually slow.
After washing, Koyasu Tsubame realized her change of underwear was in her backpack, and she instinctively called out:
"Chika-chan, help me get my clothes, they're in my backpack."
"Coming."
Amamiya Natsuki's voice rang out from outside.
"Eh, why is it Natsuki-kun?" Koyasu Tsubame froze, then quickly remembered, "I forgot... Chika-chan went out to buy something and hasn't come back yet."
"Wait, wait—"
Koyasu Tsubame's beautiful eyes suddenly widened, and her face showed a flustered and helpless expression: "That kind of thing is still in my backpack. If Natsuki-kun sees it... Ahhh!"
The moment of social death is today.
After Koyasu Tsubame realized her oversight, she couldn't care less about anything else. She pulled open the bathroom door and ran out.
At the same time.
Amamiya Natsuki had already arrived in the living room, picked up Senpai's backpack, and had just opened it. Before he could clearly see what was inside, he suddenly heard a scream from the bathroom.
"...Ahhh!"
The door was pulled open with a bang, and Senpai, wrapped only in a towel, ran out with a panicked look on her face.
"Senpai?"
Amamiya Natsuki was dumbfounded.
What's going on with you running out without clothes?
"...Natsuki-kun!"
Seeing that Amamiya Natsuki had already opened her backpack, Koyasu Tsubame became even more anxious and rushed over recklessly.
Amamiya Natsuki couldn't help but remind her: "Senpai, slow down..."
Before he could finish speaking, Tsubame suddenly slipped, and with a gasp, crashed into Amamiya Natsuki. The two fell onto the sofa together, and the backpack also dropped to the floor.
"So soft..."
Warm, sweet breath fell on his cheek. Amamiya Natsuki only felt his right hand sink into an indescribable place. The softness and bounciness in his hand made him unable to stop, and he instinctively squeezed it.
"Mmm...!"
A soft, trembling hum followed, immediately followed by Senpai's angry voice:
"You, your hand!"
"My sincerest apologies." Amamiya Natsuki's tone was sincere, apologizing immediately, then he said, "Is there an evil spirit in the bathroom?"
"No evil spirit."
"Did a cockroach appear?"
"No cockroach either."
"Then why did Senpai run out in a panic?"
"...Pervert!"
Koyasu Tsubame's pretty face was flushed like fire, almost dripping blood. Her pearly teeth bit her lower lip, leaving a deep mark on her lips. Her pink eyes were full of shame: "When you talk, take your hand off first!"
"Sorry, I forgot."
Amamiya Natsuki coughed lightly, reluctantly letting go of his right hand.
Koyasu Tsubame pushed herself up, quickly got up, and dodged to the side. Her towel had already fallen somewhere unknown, so she could only cover her chest with both hands and utter the excuse she had just thought of, saying:
"There's a toy snake in my backpack. I forgot to mention it just now, I was worried it would scare..."
Before she could finish speaking, she saw Amamiya Natsuki sit up and look down at the backpack on the floor.
Following Amamiya Natsuki's gaze, Senpai's voice abruptly stopped. She only felt dizzy, and her vision suddenly went black.
Exposed, exposed...
After the backpack fell, things scattered from its edges.
For example, two pencils, a book, lip balm, toothpaste and toothbrush, a small makeup mirror, and among them, the most obvious items were two square environmental protection products.
"..."
The room was exceptionally silent.
Only the sound of rain outside rustled.
Amamiya Natsuki bent down to put the scattered items back into the backpack, and said in a subtle tone:
"So Senpai is already an adult."
Koyasu Tsubame's pink lips parted and closed, the highlights in her eyes had disappeared, and her voice was weak:
"N-no..."
"Senpai is already a high school student, that kind of thing is normal, there's no need to hide it."
"N-no, it's not what you think..."
Amamiya Natsuki stood up and said:
"I'm going back to the kitchen to continue cooking. Senpai, hurry to the bathroom and put on your clothes."
Bang!
Koyasu Tsubame suddenly stood up and pushed Amamiya Natsuki onto the sofa.
"It's not what you think..." Tsubame-senpai's eyes were misty, on the verge of tears. She bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, her voice trembling, "I haven't done that kind of thing with anyone else!"
Amamiya Natsuki coughed twice: "I believe Senpai."
Koyasu Tsubame's eyes were moist with mist. She suddenly reached out and threw away the towel. Her skin was like piled white snow, dazzlingly white under the light:
"I can prove myself..."
As Senpai spoke, she reached out her right hand, clumsily tugging at Amamiya Natsuki's clothes, her pretty face flushed like fire:
"J-just try it, and Natsuki-kun will believe me, right?"
Hey, hey, you can even come up with this kind of proof method, are you an idiot!
Amamiya Natsuki forced himself to look away, to suppress his rationality:
"I believe Senpai..."
Tsubame almost bit her lips until they bled: "You're avoiding my gaze, you clearly don't believe me."
I'm looking away because I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself. If I keep looking, my rationality will lose to the instincts of a carnivore!
Amamiya Natsuki truly didn't doubt Senpai's innocence. He was just complaining earlier. After all, the prompt in front of him was clear: Senpai was wronged, pitiful, and socially dead at this moment.
"No, I really believe Senpai..."
"You don't believe me."
If this continues, it will never end!
Amamiya Natsuki suddenly looked serious and said, "Senpai, if you keep this up, I won't hold back."
"Eh?"
Amamiya Natsuki flipped over, pinning Senpai beneath him.
"N-Natsuki-kun..."
Looking at the boy towering over her, Senpai's sense of shame once again took over. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, wanting to say no, but remembering the misunderstanding just now, she gritted her teeth, turned her head, and closed her eyes. Her neck was fair and graceful, making one think of a swan offering its neck to be slaughtered, silently accepting the hunter's judgment.
The next moment.
The doorbell suddenly rang.
"...Eh eh eh, Chika-chan is back!"
Koyasu Tsubame instantly sobered up, pushed Amamiya Natsuki away, and frantically hid in the bathroom.
She had just made up her mind to prove her innocence, but at this moment, her resolve was instantly shattered.
Doing that kind of thing in front of Chika-chan, she couldn't do it, no matter how she thought about it!
"Hoo..."
Amamiya Natsuki took a deep breath to calm himself down, then picked up Senpai's school bag, walked to the bathroom door, and knocked.
"Senpai, your school bag."
"..."
The door opened a crack, a slender hand reached out, quickly grabbed the school bag, and pulled it back: "...You go open the door quickly."
Amamiya Natsuki agreed, walked over, and opened the door.
"I'm home."
Fujiwara Chika walked in with shopping bags, changing her shoes as she said, "I bought two bottles of soy sauce, saw some nice sushi, so I bought a box of tuna sushi, and some snacks..."
"You worked hard."
Amamiya Natsuki took the things from Chika's hand.
"The supermarket was so crowded." Passing the bathroom, Fujiwara Chika said in surprise, "Eh, Senpai hasn't come out yet?"
Koyasu Tsubame stammered from the bathroom:
"I've already washed, just changing clothes... I'll be out soon."
"I got so sweaty going out, I need to take a shower too."
"Okay... just a moment."
"..."
After changing clothes, Koyasu Tsubame took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and said softly:
"Chika-chan, you can take a shower now."
Watching Fujiwara Chika walk into the bathroom, Tsubame bit her lip lightly and quietly walked into the kitchen.
"Natsuki-kun, that thing is..."
Amamiya Natsuki untied his apron and put it aside: "Senpai, no need to explain."
"Eh?"
Koyasu Tsubame froze, biting her lower lip in grievance.
What did he mean by not letting her explain?
Was there no need to explain?
The next second.
Amamiya Natsuki suddenly reached out and hugged Senpai's soft, slender waist. As expected of Senpai, who had practiced ballet since childhood, her waist was astonishingly soft.
"N-Natsuki-kun..."
Koyasu Tsubame subconsciously braced herself against Amamiya Natsuki's chest.
Seeing Amamiya Natsuki lean closer, Senpai's long eyelashes trembled in panic, and her pretty face rapidly flushed at a visible speed. Before she could decide whether to refuse, her eyes had already closed first.
A scorching sensation quickly touched her lips. Koyasu Tsubame's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the blush on her face deepened by three points.
K-Kissed...
That kiss in the instance was because a mushroom had grown on her head, but there was no mushroom now...
A moment later.
Only when Senpai's pretty face was flushed, her eyes hazy, and she was panting softly, did Amamiya Natsuki say:
"I said no need to explain because I trust Senpai."
Once a seed of doubt is planted, any explanation will seem pale and powerless. The best way is to prove it with actions.
Amamiya Natsuki silently found an excuse for his shameless behavior.
"Hoo... Hoo..."
Tsubame was breathing lightly, her bright, dewy lips alluringly moist. "Natsuki-kun..."
"Of course, if Senpai insists on proving it, you can." Amamiya Natsuki changed the subject, "Not today, Senpai can come again tomorrow..."
"Pfft!"
Koyasu Tsubame lightly spat, broke free from Amamiya Natsuki's embrace, and dodged to the side, glaring at him irritably, "There's no chance anymore!"
It's already like this, there's no need to prove her innocence anymore, right?
"So disappointing..."
"Lewd! Ecchi!"
"..."
Despite her complaints, Koyasu Tsubame raised her hand to tuck her hair behind her ear and still explained how she got the eco-friendly items.
"All in all, that's the situation..." After explaining, Koyasu Tsubame, her pretty face flushed, extended her right hand and put something into Amamiya Natsuki's palm, "Here, for you."
"What is it?"
Amamiya Natsuki looked curiously and found it was the eco-friendly items from before. He said speechlessly, "Why is Senpai giving this to me?"
"I don't want it anyway, what if someone finds out again?" Koyasu Tsubame covered her chest with both hands and retreated.
Amamiya Natsuki complained: "It's okay if I get discovered?"
"Please say that in a declarative sentence."
"..."
Seeing Senpai escape from the kitchen, Amamiya Natsuki had no choice but to put the eco-friendly items into his pocket and continue cooking.
Fortunately, he had turned off the stove beforehand, otherwise, the meal would have been ruined.
When Chika finished her shower and came out, Senpai had already calmed down. Aside from her face still being a little red, there was no sign of anything unusual. She walked into the kitchen with a natural expression and helped Chika.
It must be said that Senpai, after all, was someone who had seen big scenes, and her psychological resilience was quite good.
"Finally finished." Fujiwara Chika clenched her fists, raised them above her head, and stretched hard. "It took an hour, cooking is so troublesome."
"You forgot about what comes after." Amamiya Natsuki's tone was faint, "After eating, you still have to wash dishes, wash chopsticks, clean the kitchen, sort kitchen waste... The more troublesome parts are yet to come."
Fujiwara Chika's expression became serious: "It's decided, from now on, let's just eat out."
"It's not as exaggerated as you say, you can just put the dishes and chopsticks in the dishwasher." Koyasu Tsubame rolled her eyes at him, "When is Marin-chan coming over?"
"I just messaged Marin." Amamiya Natsuki said, "In half an hour."
"Then let's wait for Marin-chan to come over and eat together." Fujiwara Chika put her right hand on her hip, "Where's Miko-chan, why isn't she coming over?"
"Miko is taking care of her brother at home, she'll come over tonight."
"..."
In a blink of an eye, it was 10:30 PM.
Miko, wearing pajamas, sneaked over from next door.
"Miko-chan, you're here."
"Miko, good evening."
Miko coughed lightly, her tone subtle: "Good evening, everyone."
In the middle of the night, sneaking out of her house to a neighbor boy's house, only to be welcomed by three girls upon entering, it felt... so strange.
"Miko, come sit." Kitagawa Marin had already arrived and had showered and changed into pajamas. She was sitting on the sofa watching TV, her voice clear as she said, "What does God's Tongue feel like, exactly?"
"I can't really say, it's probably just that the taste of food suddenly becomes exceptionally rich and delicious..." Miko walked to the sofa and sat down. "You can ask Natsuki."
Amamiya Natsuki was sitting nearby, playing on his phone. Hearing this, he said:
"Deliciousness is a subjective judgment. Even if others tell you, you can never truly empathize... It's like comfort, if you want to know what it truly feels like, you have to experience it yourself."
"Natsuki-kun!"
Koyasu Tsubame's pretty face flushed, and she turned her head to glare at him shyly, her eyes warning.
Amamiya Natsuki's eyes were innocent: "Why is Senpai glaring at me?"
"You know perfectly well!"
"Senpai, you can't be so dirty yourself and then look at others through colored glasses... I'm sorry, I was wrong, please forgive me."
"Hmph."
Koyasu Tsubame gave a soft hmph, then took her hand off Amamiya Natsuki's waist.
"Speaking of which, is Sadako-san really very cute?"
Fujiwara Chika's eyes were full of curiosity.
"That's right." Mrs. Shimizu smiled beside her, "Only a tiny bit less cute than Chika-chan."
Fujiwara Chika propped her chin with her right hand: "Then she must be very cute indeed."
"..."
Everyone watched the late-night drama and talked, and in a flash, it was midnight.
"Time's up." Amamiya Natsuki took out the pumpkin lantern and asked the girls, "What rules are we setting today?"
Kitagawa Marin didn't know what had happened yesterday, and casually said:
"We can just use the rules you set yesterday, right?"
"No!" Miko quickly shouted to stop her.
"Eh?" Kitagawa Marin looked over in confusion, "Why not?"
Because when you do push-ups, you'll know what social death is!
"Miko-chan clearly had so much fun yesterday, why not today?"
Mrs. Shimizu smiled and looked over, seemingly enjoying the chaos.
"That..." The truth naturally couldn't be told, Miko could only look at Mrs. Shimizu resentfully and stammered, "Push-ups are too tiring."
"They are indeed tiring, usually only boys do push-ups." Senpai nodded in agreement, extended a slender finger, and suggested, "How about sit-ups instead?"
Amamiya Natsuki tried to set the rules: "I'll try."
A moment later.
"Okay, setting successful."
The dark purple flame in the pumpkin lantern flickered gently, like flowing water, rapidly sweeping open. Everything around quickly decomposed and reassembled, and in a blink, they arrived at the Theater.
"Master, you're back."
The tiny maid in a maid outfit looked up, eagerly anticipating, like a small statue waiting for her husband.
Sadako-san was still nowhere to be seen. Needless to say, she was clearly still hiding inside the television.
Amamiya Natsuki stroked the maid loli's head: "Your master is back."
"Alice, do you still remember me?"
Kitagawa Marin greeted happily.
"I remember," the maid loli said timidly, "Mrs. Shimizu."
"Eh eh eh?" The Succubus Girl's pretty face flushed, and she guiltily averted her gaze, "Ahem, let's hurry and find Sadako-san. I can't wait to play mahjong."
"…"
Arriving at the door of Room No. 2, Amamiya Natsuki raised his hand and knocked on the door.
Click.
The door opened faintly, and a white figure flashed through the gap.
"Turn on the light before opening the door from now on." Amamiya Natsuki stepped into the room, raised his hand and tapped Sadako-san, "Did you remember?"
Sadako-san squatted down, holding her head in distress.
Several girls took out snacks and fruits, while Amamiya Natsuki brought over a table and set up the mahjong.
"Everyone, fair competition," Kitagawa Marin said with her hands on her hips, her voice clear, "Winner takes all, loser eats dust."
Fujiwara Chika nodded and said, "That's right, playing mahjong should be fair."
Miko: "...I have no problem either."
After speaking, Miko suddenly felt as if she had set a flag for herself, and quickly shook her head, expelling the strange premonition from her mind.
Steady.
Don't panic.
It's just sit-ups, I do them often, so there shouldn shouldn't be any problem… right?
"You guys play first," Amamiya Natsuki said, "I'll watch from the side. We can buy another mahjong table tomorrow."
There were more people today, and one mahjong table wasn't enough, so Amamiya Natsuki chose to watch.
Miko quickly said, "I played yesterday, I'll play later."
"You guys play first." Mrs. Shimizu didn't know when she picked up a strawberry daifuku, tasting it elegantly, and said with a smile, "I'll eat for a while."
Only Sadako-san, whose dictionary did not contain the word 'humility,' had already sat at the table, her hands on the mahjong tiles, ready to start at any moment.
The players for the first round of mahjong were quickly determined.
Tsubame, Chika, Marin, and Sadako-san.
The three girls exchanged glances, communicating in secret.
"Defeat Sadako-san."
"Make her comb her hair."
"Let's see how cute Sadako-san really is."
"…"
Clatter.
The sound of shuffling mahjong tiles rang out.
Amamiya Natsuki brought a book in, and with nothing else to do, he read while watching the girls play mahjong.
Indeed, good-looking people make everything pleasant to behold, even playing mahjong looks good.
"Hahahaha, I won!"
Kitagawa Marin pushed her mahjong tiles, hands on her hips, and laughed triumphantly.
"Eh, my body is out of control…"
Koyasu Tsubame let out a soft cry, involuntarily picking up a comb.
Fortunately, she knew the rules beforehand, so she wasn't nervous.
"Marin, eat something," Amamiya Natsuki reminded, "The God's Tongue only lasts for a few minutes."
"I'll eat right away." Kitagawa Marin quickly nodded, picked up a small cake, and put it into her mouth, her eyes immediately curving into crescents.
"Marin-chan, how does it taste?"
Fujiwara Chika looked over expectantly.
Kitagawa Marin gave a thumbs up: "Full marks! So delicious it makes me want to cry!"
What's flowing out is clearly not tears, but your drool!
Amamiya Natsuki silently complained in his heart, his gaze involuntarily turning towards Tsubame.
Koyasu Tsubame had already finished combing her hair and, under the control of the rules, began doing sit-ups on the nearby floor.
Compared to yesterday's restricted push-ups, today's sit-ups were completely an all-ages exercise.
"Hoo…"
After watching the entire push-up session, Miko secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Sure enough, if it's just sit-ups, there's no problem at all.
A moment later.
Miko changed her mind: "…Sadako-san's sit-ups are still very lewd."
Sadako-san was sitting next to Tsubame, and under the control of the rules, Sadako-san quickly combed her hair into a center part.
Fujiwara Chika's eyes widened, her gaze burning as she looked over:
"So cute!"
Tsubame nodded in agreement: "She is indeed very cute."
Kitagawa Marin followed, saying, "She could totally be a visual idol."
Facing everyone's gaze, Sadako-san's social anxiety flared up, her eyes darting around in panic. Unfortunately, her body wouldn't obey, so she could only display a pitiful, weak, and helpless expression.
After combing her hair, it was time for sit-ups.
Unlike Tsubame, Sadako-san's sit-ups were quite dynamic.
Koyasu Tsubame's eyelids twitched slightly: "I think I saw a Newton's cradle…"
Fujiwara Chika covered her chest, unable to help but complain:
"That's too exaggerated, I suspect Sadako-san hid two cats inside her clothes."
"I can testify," Amamiya Natsuki said softly from the side, "Sadako-san didn't secretly stuff cats like Hood."
"Natsuki, what did you just say?"
Kitagawa Marin turned her head to look over.
"Didn't say anything," Amamiya Natsuki flatly denied, "You heard wrong."
"…"
With Sadako-san, who had cats stuffed in her, the other people's sit-ups seemed unremarkable.
"I'll rest for a bit," Kitagawa Marin sat down to the side and said generously, "You guys play."
Mrs. Shimizu tilted her head and looked over: "Miko-chan, do you want to play first or should I?"
Miko said softly, "Shimizu-nee, you go first."
The game quickly got on track.
Except for Sadako-san, who remained seated at the mahjong table regardless of winning or losing, the other girls would give up their seats once they won.
After several rounds of mahjong, it was soon Miko's turn to join the game.
"…I lost."
Miko rested her right hand on her chin, waiting for the punishment to come. Just a few sit-ups, nothing to be afraid of.
It was only after she started doing them that Miko realized something was wrong.
(Oh no, the pajamas I'm wearing today are too tight…)
Because of what happened last night, she specifically changed into a pair of pajamas today.
She hadn't noticed anything unusual before, but now, as she did sit-ups, she realized the pajamas were too tight, and when she exerted herself, she could almost hear the buttons groaning under the strain.
(No, no way, right?)
(Pajamas-chan, please hold on!)
Miko was terrified, but there was nothing she could do but pray silently in her heart.
As if hearing Miko's prayer, the button-chan gritted its teeth and held on.
(Just two more, it's almost over…)
Miko secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the light of victory was in sight. However, when she came up for the last sit-up, Miko only felt the sudden relief in her heavily oppressed chest.
Pop!
A button flew through the air.
Amamiya Natsuki instinctively grabbed it, his eyes looking at the teary-eyed Miko, who looked utterly dejected.
So many people were fine, but you were unlucky. Today must be your retrograde day!
"Eh eh eh?"
"Natsuki-kun, don't look!"
"Close your eyes quickly."
Amidst the girls' exclamations, a hand quickly reached out and covered Amamiya Natsuki's eyes.
Miko tearfully covered her pajamas. Even a lazy girl has a sense of shame:
"I'm not playing anymore!"
"It was just an accident, and besides Natsuki-kun, no one else was there," Koyasu Tsubame comforted softly, "Miko-chan, don't cry."
Kitagawa Marin said from the side:
"I should have known not to wear pajamas."
Fujiwara Chika nodded: "Doing sit-ups in pajamas can indeed be dangerous."
"Wait—"
Koyasu Tsubame's eyes suddenly narrowed. If doing sit-ups in pajamas was dangerous, then what about doing push-ups in pajamas?
A corresponding image appeared in her mind, and Tsubame imagined herself in it. Just the thought made her pretty face quickly flush.
No wonder Miko had strongly opposed doing push-ups before; she must have been wronged!
Amamiya Natsuki felt inexplicable and said in a low voice:
"Tsubame-senpai, why are you glaring at me?"
Koyasu Tsubame puffed out her cheeks slightly, remembering that Amamiya Natsuki had suggested doing push-ups earlier, and couldn't help but say:
"…Lewd!"
join p atreon.com/KeyofStars and become a Sequence 9: Reader for dozens of advance chapters for over a dozen fics | Every 100 powerstones = 1 extra chapter