"I'm talking about serious matters, and to me, that's the most important thing."
"There are other solutions," Akira replied calmly.
"I don't want any other solution. I just want you to help me."
"… "
Akira was silent. This was not something he could agree to at this moment. Even if Yukino could forgive him once, she probably wouldn't let him go easily.
"Akira-kun, whether you like it or not, I will not let you go~," Yukinoshita Haruno said with a smile before hanging up the phone.
Akira stared at the hung-up phone, deep in thought.
.....
At Sakurasou,
After dinner, Akira sent the two girls to the station. He watched them disappear into the building before heading back.
On the way, he received a message from Sato Yumiko.
"Non Non Biyori, sales volume is 1.2 million, currently ranked first on the bestseller list."
This was data from Future Comics Publishing House's online store — Based on the manga author's share, Akira could likely receive tens of millions of yen.
Of course, some deductions for taxes and fees would apply, but Future Comics Publishing House would handle those matters, so he had nothing to worry about.
Manga, peripheral products, and Non Non Biyori together could bring him tens of billions of yen in revenue. Yet Akira wasn't too elated.
After all, he still owed 50 billion yen, and several billion wasn't enough.
That 50 billion yen investment was the key to his repayment.
"Within a year, we must make Future Comics' e-comics (manga) app a success, then push the video website to a certain level…" Akira thought while walking home.
.....
Arriving to his floor, the living room was quiet,when he entered.
Akira pushed open the bedroom door and saw Yuigahama Yui drawing on his computer.
"Akira-kun, how is it?" Yui asked, noticing him.
Akira looked at the Magical Girl Madoka Magica artwork on her screen.
Yui's work didn't feel like that of a professional artist, but it was perfect for Madoka Magica's style—simple, cute, and charming.
"Akira-kun, actually, I think the game can be made into a very cute version. It doesn't have to be like the original Madoka Magica game," Yui hesitated.
"Oh?" Akira looked at his little fool.
"The Main series game can be licensed to a company that wants to develop it. We can make a healing version of Madoka Magica that focuses on comforting the players," Yui continued.
"Is this your idea, or Yukino's?" Akira asked with a smile.
Maybe she is still terrified of what happen in the anime and want to change it a little.
" My idea but I plan to discuss it with Yukino tomorrow," Yui replied.
"Come here." Akira sat on the edge of the bed, motioning for her come near him.
Yui blushed but obediently moved closer. Akira patted the seat beside him, inviting her to sit.
Yui sat down and looked at him.
As Akira slowly held her hand and kissed it lightly.
"My little fool has her own ideas and has learned to think. That's great."
"I… I haven't figured out how to draw it yet," Yui said quietly, her confidence low, her voice soft.
"Draw it according to your vision. I like your idea. When it's finished, you'll earn money from them. And when it becomes a game, you'll also get a share of the profits," Akira said softly.
"...I don't want money. As long as Akira likes it, I'll do my best to draw it well," Yui replied gently.
"You don't want money? Then I'll use it to treat other girls to dinner, dates, or something," Akira teased, raising his chin.
"Akira, you big bad meanie!," Yui puffed up her cheeks.
"Do you still don't want money?" He stopped himself from pinching her cheeks as he ask, now a little serious.
"I… I'll save it," she finally admitted.
Akira felt satisfied with this answer.
Meanwhile—Yui was thinking of using the money on dates or when he needed it, saving the rest for the future… possibly for their children.
Her face turned bright red at the thought.
"Yui, are you thinking about saving the money for our children in the future?" Akira asked suddenly.
"Akira, how… how did you know?" Yui looked shocked.
"Your thoughts are easy to guess, little fool," he said, patting her head.
"I'm not a little fool," She suddenly again.
Ah, How he wish to pinch and bite her cheek.
{Note: In the earlier chapter Akira did love her but not as much as Yukino ( her too was admiration) but as he spend time he is falling in love, hard, so he is not able to think calmly in some situation— this is just to clarify}
"Oh, really? Then let me ask you a question."
"What is it?"
"If I marry Yukino-chan, what will your child call her?"
"Ehh!!"
"See~, you're really a little fool."
'My cute little fool~'
"Akira, what do you want to call me?" She suddenly said, wanting to change the subject.
Akira didn't answer directly.
Instead, he leaned in and kissed Yui.
She forgot all about the questions, at that moment.
.....
Akira Bedroom,
After 15 minute's—
Akira's fingers brushed against the silk blindfold, gently tying it around Yui's eyes, plunging her into darkness.
The soft fabric against her skin sent a shiver down her spine, heightening her senses as the world around her transformed into a symphony of touch, sound, and scent.
She lay on the bed, her body exposed, vulnerable, and eager for the sensations Akira would unleash.
The room was filled with the subtle aroma of incense, its smoky tendrils curling around them, adding a layer of mystique to the already charged atmosphere.
Yui's breath quickened as she anticipated Akira's next move, her skin tingling with expectation.
The silence was broken only by the soft rustle of fabric and the gentle rhythm of their breathing.
With deliberate slowness, Akira trailed a feather across Yui's skin, starting from her shoulder, down her arm, and back up again, creating a delicate pattern that made her shiver.
The feather's touch was light, teasing, and maddeningly slow, sending sparks of pleasure dancing across her nerves.
"Hnngh!"
She arched her back, a soft moan escaping her lips, her body yearning for more.
"Akira..." she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "Please....."
He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated against her skin as he leaned closer, his breath ghosting across her neck. "Please what, Yui?" he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Tell me what you want."
"You," she replied, her voice barely audible. "I want you. I need you....please....please~"
Her words were cut off by a sharp intake of breath as Akira's lips brushed against her ear, his teeth grazing her lobe.
As he trailed the feather down her body, across her stomach, and lower, until it hovered just above the her thighs.
Yui's breath hitched, her muscles tensing as she waited, her body trembling, ready to snap.
Finally, Akira gave in to her pleas, the feather falling away as his slide below, his mouth descended between her thighs.
Lick! Lick! Lick!
Slurp! Slurp! Suck!
His tongue traced the outer edges of her pussy, slow and deliberate, marking with exquisite care.
"Mhnng! Ahhhh!"
Yui moaned, her head tossing from side to side as pleasure coiled tight within her.
"Ahhh~ Akira!! Mhmm~" she cried out, her voice trembling as his tongue plunged deep inside her, his thumbs pressing firmly against her clit.
The sensation was overwhelming, a torrent of pleasure that threatened to sweep her away.
"Hghtt! Ahhh!"
Her body convulsed as she climaxed, her walls clenching around his tongue, her juices flooding his mouth.
"Ahhh! AHHHHHHH!"
SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT!
SPLURT! SLURP! SUCK!
Akira drank it all, savoring her essence, his fingers pressing into her soft thighs as he held her open, exposing her to his voracious appetite.
As her orgasm subsided, Yui lay panting, her body glistening with sweat, her nipples hard peaks against her chest.
The blindfold slipped away, revealing her flushed, sweating body – a testament to the passion that had just unfolded.
Akira's glanced over her, taking in every detail, his expression hungry, his desire palpable.
He moved closer, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue tangling with hers, tasting her essence on both their tongues.
Kiss! Kiss! Suck!
Slurp! Kiss! Suck! Slurp!
Kiss! Slurp! Suck!
Yui responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer as their kiss deepened.
It was salty.
The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, their bodies pressed together, a tangle of limbs and desire.
Breathless, Akira pulled back slightly, his eyes locked onto Yui's, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath.
"Do you like it?" Akira murmured, his voice low and rough, his eyes burning with intensity.
Yui's cheeks flushed, a shy smile playing on her lips as she nodded, her voice soft and hesitant.
"You should be a little gentler next time," she whispered, her words a challenge, a promise of more to come.
Akira's eyes darkened, his expression unreadable as he pulled her into a tight embrace, his lips brushing against her forehead.
"Gentler?" he repeated, his voice a whisper against her skin. "We'll see about that."
"Mhmm!"
Kiss! Slurp! Kiss!
Their lips met once more, a slow, deep kiss that spoke of promises and possibilities. The tension between them was unresolved, a thread connecting them, drawing them closer together. As their bodies pressed against each other, the night stretched ahead, filled with uncertainty, yet ripe with potential.
Akira's hands roamed over Yui's body, his touch gentle, reverent, as if committing every curve to memory.
His fingers traced the outline of her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples, sending shivers of pleasure cascading through her.
"Mhnnng!"
Yui moaned, her head falling back, exposing her neck to his lips, his teeth.
"You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice a rough whisper against her skin. "So fucking beautiful."
Yui's eyes fluttered closed, a soft smile playing on her lips as she relished the sensation of his touch, his words.
"Mhm" she shyly replied, her fingers threading through his hair.
Akira chuckled.
As the night wore on, their touches became more daring, more explicit. Akira's fingers dipped lower, teasing the entrance to Yui's pussy again, his thumb circling her clit, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body.
Schlick! Shlick! Shlick!
Schlick! Slurp! Slurp! Shlick!
"Hnnngh! Nnngh!"
She moaned, her body arching, her muscles tensing as she was on the brink of another orgasm.
"Not yet," Akira whispered, his voice a command, his fingers stilling. "Not until I'm ready."
Yui whimpered, her body trembling with need, her eyes locked onto Akira's, pleading, desperate. "Please," she whispered, her voice a thread. "I need...", her voice weak, tired from the orgasms.
"Shh," Akira soothed, his lips brushing against hers, his fingers resuming their teasing dance. "I've got you. Trust me."
Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!
Shlick! Slurp! Shlick!
And Yui didn't resist, her body surrendering to his touch, her mind blank, her senses focused solely on the pleasure coursing through her. Akira's fingers moved slower, as he pushed her to the edge, holding her there, on the brink of ecstasy.
Outside, the world was silent, unaware of the passion unfolding within.
The night stretched on, a canvas upon which their desires were painted, a tapestry of touch, taste, and sensation.
As the hours passed, their passion only intensified, their bodies moving in a dance as old as time, a rhythm that spoke of desire, of need, of want.
Akira's mouth trailed down Yui's body, his lips brushing against her stomach, his tongue dipping into her navel, sending shivers of pleasure cascading through her.
Yui moaned, her hands tangling in Akira's hair, pulling him closer as his mouth descended lower, his tongue tracing the outline of her pussy, teasing, tantalizing, before plunging deep inside.
"AHHHHHH!" She cried out, her body arching, her muscles tensing as pleasure exploded within her, a sensation that threatened to consume her.
SPLAAAT! SQUIRRRT! SPLAAAAT!
Akira held her, his arms around her waist, his tongues licking her inside as he open his mouth, drinking in her essence, savoring her taste.
The air was thick with the scent of sex, their bodies glistening with sweat, their hearts pounding in unison.
Tremble! Tremble!
As her orgasm subsided, Yui lay panting, her body tired, her mind reeling from the intensity of her pleasure.
Akira's lips brushed against her stomach, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin, his touch gentle, soothing.
"You okay?" he murmured, his voice a whisper against her skin.
Yui nodded, her eyes closed as a soft smile playing on her lips. "More than okay," she replied, her voice feel with love. "That was..."
"Incredible," Akira finished, his voice rough, his fingers threading through hers. "You're incredible."
Their eyes locked, a silent communication passing between them, a promise of more to come. The night was far from over, their passion unresolved, a thread connecting them, drawing them closer together.
In the stillness of the night, their bodies pressed together, their hearts beating as one, Yui and Akira stays in each other's arms.
The air was heavy with the scent of sex and sweat, their bodies a tangle of limbs, their hearts still pounding from the intensity of their passion.
Yui's fingers traced patterns on Akira's chest, her touch gentle, reverent, as she committed every moment to her memory.
"What are you thinking?" Yui murmured, her voice a whisper, her fingers stilling.
Akira's eyes fluttered open, his gaze locking onto hers, his expression unreadable. "You," he replied, his voice low, calm.
Yui's heart swelled, a warm glow spreading through her as she smiled, her fingers threading through his hair. "Me?" she repeated, her voice now shy. "What about me?"
Akira's lips curved into a smile, his eyes burning with intensity. "Everything about you," he said, his voice a whisper. "Your smile, your laugh, the way you look at me..."
His words trailed off, his expression turning serious, his eyes searching hers. "I want more," he said, his voice a confession. "More of this, more of you. I can't get enough."
Yui's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest as she met his gaze, her expression mirroring his intensity. "Me too," she whispered, her voice a thread of confession. "I want more, Akira.....more of you..."
Their lips met in a fierce kiss, a promise, a pledge, as their bodies pressed together, their passion reigniting. The night stretched ahead, filled with possibility, their futures uncertain, yet intertwined, their desires unresolved, a thread connecting them, drawing them closer together.
In the darkness, their bodies moved in unison, their hearts beating as one, their passion a force that threatened to consuming them.
.....
The next morning,
Akira woke and saw Yui sleeping in his arms.
He quietly got dressed, picked up the clothes she had dropped on the floor, and placed them neatly beside the bed.
His little fool no longer needed his guidance.
She already knew what to do.
Akira didn't want to trouble her unnecessarily, and naturally, she wouldn't make things difficult for him.
He kissed her forehead lightly before leaving the bedroom.
Downstairs, he saw Hiratsuka-sensei and the two wooden swords she had prepared.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you," she smiled.
"Hiratsuka-sensei, can you teach me the dual-sword style?" Akira asked.
"Created it yourself," Hiratsuka-sensei said, rolling her eyes, as she begin running.
"Okay," Akira said as he picked up a wooden sword and followed her out the door.
The two ran to the park.
Before starting the practice, Hiratsuka-sensei demonstrated a few moves.
Which, Akira picked them up almost immediately, learning them after just seeing it once.
This rapid mastery made Hiratsuka-sensei uneasy.
Could this boy surpass her in kendo too?
The demonstration ended, and now began the sparring match.
Given the weight of the wooden swords, full-strength blows could be dangerous.
So neither used their full strength, instead relying on skill and technique.
During the fight, Hiratsuka-sensei realized Akira's imitation ability was like a cheat—he could use her own moves against her.
In terms of skill, she couldn't suppress him. Only by using her full strength might she have a chance to defeat him.
But without protective gear, striking with full force was too risky.
Thinking this through, Hiratsuka-sensei reluctantly lowered her sword.
"Thank you, Hiratsuka-sensei, for showing mercy," Akira said tactfully.
"Hmph! Atleast you know," she said before jogging back toward Sakurasou.
Akira followed.
.....
After breakfast,
On the way to Sobu High School,
Akira received a call from Sato Yumiko.
"Akira sensei, the 24-hour sales figures for your manga are out," she said with a smile.
"How much?" Akira asked.
"One million six hundred thousand copies," Yumiko replied seriously.
"Not bad," Akira said, unsurprised.
"Actually, besides this matter, I contacted you for something else—" Yumiko began.
"Someone over there contacted Future Comics Publishing House to cooperate, right?" Akira interrupted.
"Akira sensei, have you known this for a long time?" Yumiko asked, confused.
"Anyone with a discerning eye can see Non Non Biyori's popularity. If a Manga reaches this level, people will take notice," Akira said lightly.
"I see," Yumiko said, understanding.
"Let Hanada Yui handle the discussion. Afterward, send me the cooperation details," Akira said simply.
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