Akira walked towards her as he said calmly.
"I will give it to you but first show me your license for motorcycle (two-wheelers)"
"Do you think I am lying?"
Hiratsuka Shizuka narrowed her sharp eyes at Akira Fujimiya, arms crossed impatiently.
Akira calmly twirled the motorcycle key once between his fingers — then slipped it into his pocket without a word.
"You—! Damn it, just wait there!" Hiratsuka furiously pointed at him before storming back to her room, her footsteps loud with indignation.
A few moments later, she reappeared, breath slightly short from how fast she changed.
In her hand — was the new driving license.
4th-grade licensing credentials.
Proof of a legally permitted speed limit.
{T/N: It was demon in the raw don't know if it is normal or not so change it to limit}
But when she looked around again…
Akira was already gone.
And the key?
It now rested politely in front of Kawasaki Keika, who was sitting by the low table and drawing in her notebook.
"Sensei," Keika looked up sweetly, holding the key out, "Onii-san asked me to verify your license."
"…"
Hiratsuka Shizuka stood frozen.
A nerve throbbed visibly at her temple.
Even a child had joined this conspiracy, now.
She took the key back with a stiff smile that absolutely did not reach her eyes.
...
Later — The Kitchen,
Yukinoshita Yukino stood in the bright kitchen, slicing vegetables with graceful precision.
Her eyes, however, drifted toward the living room frequently.
Where,
On the sofa: Akira was seating comfortably, with tablet propped on his knee, stylus gliding smoothly across the screen.
He was drawing the newest chapter of Non Non Biyori.
Every panel — crisp, expressive, refined.
Not a drop in quality despite his workload.
For a while, the only sound was chopping vegetables.
They worked in peaceful silence — comfortable and intimate.
Eventually, Akira finished his drawing, saved his work, and stood up.
He slowly walked into the kitchen.
Yukino glance at her back — before quickly turning around.
A soft blush instantly rose on her cheeks.
"Yukino… I'm hungry."
His voice was low, warm.
"...We'll eat shortly," Yukino replied quietly, still facing the stove.
"But…"
Akira stepped behind her, sliding his arms around her waist with practiced affection.
"I'd like to try some dessert before dinner."
"Dessert? There's fruit in the fridge if— mmph—"
He kissed her before she could finish.
Her eyes widened for a moment — then slowly closed.
She didn't push him away.
She responded — tenderly, shyly — fingers clutching the hem of his shirt.
Only when the aroma of cooking reminded her of reality did she press a hand to his chest, breath unsteady.
"S-stop… the food," she whispered.
Akira reluctantly released her, taking a moment to enjoy the sight of her flushed face and trembling eyelashes.
"You… Aren't you going to shower?" Yukino managed to say, glancing toward the simmering pot to hide her embarrassment.
"Actually…" Akira declared solemnly, "I've decided. Today—I will save water."
Yukino stared at him.
Her cheeks turned even redder when she processed the meaning.
"You… you are shameless…" she whispered, eyes darting away.
Akira slipped his hands around her waist again.
"When you're done… I'll dry your hair for you," he murmured.
Yukino froze for a second — then lowered her head, ears glowing.
"…Do as you like."
As she continue cooking while he hold her from behind, gently as he kiss her cheeks and neck area.
Yukino smile softly at his care and attention.
Time passed as they both continue enjoying each other company.
.....
Outside the Bathroom,
Yukino stood there, her heart pounding in her chest.
She hesitated, her fingers clutching the edges of the towel wrapped tightly around her body.
The sound of running water and Akira's low laughter drifted through the slightly ajar door, a tantalizing invitation that both excited and terrified her.
'You can do it Yukino, if Yui can do it you can too!'
She took a deep breath, steeling herself, and stepped inside.
The warm, humid air enveloped her immediately, carrying the faint scent of soap and steam.
Her eyes adjusted to the dimly lit space, and there he was—Akira, standing under the shower, his broad shoulders glistening with water, a teasing smile playing on his lips as he watched her approach.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Her heart raced faster, the towel suddenly feeling heavy and cumbersome. She moved closer, her bare feet silent on the cool tiles, as her face warm up from each step.
Akira's gaze was unapologetically bold, his eyes tracing her every step. His arms opened, and before she could second-guess herself, she was in his embrace.
His warmth enveloped her, his voice low and amused as he whispered, "Who wears a towel in the bath? Even Yui isn't this shy."
Yukino's cheeks flushed, the comparison to her stinging a little. But she squared her shoulders, determined not to let her insecurities show.
Not to let him know.
Slowly, deliberately, she let the towel fall to the floor.
Her bare skin was exposed to his gaze, and she felt a rush of heat spread across her chest and between her thighs.
Instinctively, her hands rose to cover her breasts and pussy, a futile attempt to shield herself from his eyes.
"Don't look too much," she muttered, her voice shaky and barely above a whisper.
thump-thump-thump
Her heart hammered against her chest, and she could feel her breath quicken as his eyes trailed over her body.
Akira's smile deepened, a mix of amusement and desire that sent a shiver down her spine, as she avoided his gaze.
He didn't say anything, but his silence spoke volumes—he was savoring the moment, drinking her in with a hunger that both intimidated and thrilled her.
Without a word, he turned on the shower, the warm water cascading over them both.
The droplets danced on her skin, mingling with the heat that seemed to radiate from every inch of her body.
Akira grabbed a bar of soap, and rubbed it between his palm until foamed.
Then, with a gentleness that caught her off guard, he began to massage it through her hair, his fingers working slowly, thoroughly, as if he had all the time in the world.
"Mhm~"
Yukino closed her eyes, letting out a soft moan as the soap slid over her scalp, his touch both tender and possessive.
"!!!"
Yukino shiver as she felt his hands moved down, the foam clinging to her curves as he traced the contours of her body.
His fingers glided over her shoulders, down her arms, and then to her breasts, where he paused, his touch lingering.
She felt his thumbs circle her nipples, already tight and sensitive, and a gasp escaped her lips.
"You're so responsive," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear.
His hands continued their slow descent, the soap creating a slippery path down her stomach, over her hips, and finally to her thighs.
"Hngh!"
Yukino's breath hitched as his fingers brushed against her core, her legs trembling slightly under the intensity of his touch.
She felt vulnerable, exposed, yet undeniably desirable.
As the water rinsed away the foam, she slowly opened her eyes, meeting his gaze in the steam-filled space.
His expression was unreadable, but the way he looked at her—as if he could see straight into her soul—made her heart skip a beat.
She felt a mix of emotions: excitement, fear, and something deeper she couldn't quite name.
Her breath caught as she realized how completely she'd exposed herself—not just physically, but emotionally too.
Akira's gaze lingered, his hands resting on her hips as if to anchor her to him.
In that moment, Yukino wondered if this was just another shower or the start of something more profound.
Was this merely a fleeting moment of intimacy, or was it the beginning of something she wasn't sure she was ready to face? Her thoughts spiraled as the water continued to rain down on them, blurring the lines between desire and vulnerability.
"Yukino," he said, his voice soft but commanding.
She looked up at him, her eyes searching his for answers.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was both tender and urgent.
"Mhm"
She melted into him, her hands clutching at his wet skin, her body responding to his with a hunger she couldn't deny.
The shower became their sanctuary, a place where inhibitions washed away with the soap and water, leaving only raw, unfiltered desire.
As they enjoy their time together with no one to interrupt or disturb them.
As their lips parted, Akira's hands moved again, this time pulling her closer, his body pressing against hers.
She could feel his hardness against her stomach, a reminder of just how much he wanted her.
Her cheeks flushed deeper, but she didn't pull away.
Instead, she leaned into him, her hands exploring his chest, his shoulders, as if to reassure herself that he was real, that this moment was real.
His lips found hers again, deeper this time, his tongue tracing the seam of her mouth as if seeking permission.
She opened to him, their kisses becoming more fervent, more desperate, as the water continued to cascade around them.
Kiss! Suck! Slurp!
Slurp! Slurp! Kiss!
Yukino's hands moved lower, her fingers tracing the contours of his body, her touch both curious and bold. She felt his muscles tense under her fingertips, his breath hitching as she explored him with a confidence she didn't know she possessed.
The world seemed to shrink around them, the steam thickening as their desire escalated.
She was acutely aware of every sensation—the slickness of their skin, the heat of his body, the way his hands moved with purpose, as if he knew exactly what he want and she needed.
"You're beautiful," he murmured against her skin, his lips trailing down her neck, over her collarbone.
Kiss! Kiss! Lick!
She shivered as his mouth closed over her nipple, his tongue swirling, his teeth grazing gently.
Her head fell back, a soft moan escaping her lips as pleasure coiled low in her belly. His hands moved to her hips, guiding her closer, his body pressing insistently against hers.
Yukino's thoughts were a blur, her focus narrowing to the sensations flooding her senses.
"Nngh!"
Shlick!
She felt his fingers slide between her legs, his touch firm but gentle as he parted her folds. Her breath caught as he found her core, his thumb circling slowly, teasingly, before slipping inside her.
Shlick! Slrp! Slurrp!
"Ahhhh!"
She gasped, her body arching into his touch, her legs trembling with the effort to stay standing.
"You're so wet," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. His fingers moved in rhythm, his touch both deliberate and intoxicating.
Yukino's head spun, her body responding with a need she couldn't control.
She can't resist him, when he touch her like this!
She felt the tension building, a tightness coiling within her, threatening to unravel at any moment.
"Akira," she breathed, her voice a plea, a surrender. She really can't stop herself when he is with her.
He looked at her, his eyes dark with want, and she knew he understood.
Slurp! Shlick! Squelch!
Shlick! Squelch! Shlick!
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
His fingers quickened, his thumb pressing against her most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her body shaking as pleasure crashed over her.
"Aaah! Ahhh! Ahhhh!"
She clung to him, her legs giving way, but he held her, his arms a steady anchor as she felt the wave of her orgasm.
SPLAAAT! SQUIRT! SQUIRRRRTTT!
"haaa.... haaa... haa"
As her breath slowly returned, Yukino realized she was still in his arms, her body pressed against his, the water continuing to rain down on them.
She felt a mix of embarrassment, shame, satisfaction, vulnerability, her heart still racing as she processed what had just happened.
When—
"Mhmm?"
Kiss! Kiss! Suck!
Yukino eyes widen but didn't resist, as akira's lips found hers again, a soft, tender kiss that spoke of unspoken promises and questions left unanswered.
In that moment, as the shower washed away the evidence of their passion.
As Akira's arms tightened around her, she knew one thing for certain: she couldn't turn back now.
The line had been crossed, and there was no telling where this path would lead.
.....
8:00 PM — Akira's Bedroom
Yukinoshita Yukino sat neatly at the desk, dressed in soft pajamas, her cheeks red from what had happen.
Her long dark hair flowed freely as Akira stood behind her, holding a hairdryer.
Warm air passed through her silky strands; he brushed them gently with his fingers to keep them smooth.
Ten minutes later —
"All done, Yukino," he said softly, turning off the dryer.
She examined her reflection in the mirror.
"What hairstyle do you think suits me best?"
Her voice was calm, but her eyes carried a quiet vulnerability as she is unable stopped herself for wanting him.
"Yukino looks beautiful in many styles," Akira answered honestly. "But the one I liked first… was the long hair blowing in the wind like when we first met. That moment… was unforgettable."
"Long hair is troublesome to maintain," she murmured, touching the ends.
"Your long hair and Yui's short hair — I like both of them," he teased casually.
"So, I'm not as good as Yui (In short hair). Are you… saying Yui is better?"
Her eyes flicked up to meet his.
Akira paused — confused before understanding instantly that this was not about just about the hair, her insecurity was showing itself.
Maybe because of what had happen in the bathroom or because he compare her to Yui. Her insecurities over her body has increased
His face soften as he reached out to gently smooth her hair.
"You still have plenty of room to grow," he replied gently, before adding with a mischievous glint. "Just think of your sister as a benchmark."
Yukino stiffened.
"You… How do you know about my sister…?" she glared, embarrassed and slightly panicked.
"Visual estimation."
Akira sat down on his chair and guided her onto his lap, arms around her as he switch on his computer.
"...I may not be able to compete with Nee-san… but before 'that time' comes, I want you to stay away from her," she whispered, voice barely audible.
Akira tilted his head to look at her — but Yukino quickly leaned toward his ear, whispering something only he could hear.
His eyes widened slightly.
"…Alright. I promise you," he answered with a small grin.
"B-bad guy…"
She hid her burning face against his chest.
Akira held her with one hand while his other navigated the website for Future Comics — checking submissions from new creators.
Four-panel strips.
Light novels.
Short manga one-shots.
Submissions were were not much but it was acceptable. Since the official event hadn't begun.
Once Hanada Yui returned, they planned to launch a Competition with cash prizes — which would help in attracting fresh talent.
The editorial department — especially Yumiko Sato — would oversee the screening process.
While, going through the website — something caught Akira's eye.
It was — A fanfiction based on an existing manga.
He leaned in slightly.
Fanfiction — Can be considered as both easy and hard.
Easy, because the Characters and world-building are set and it doesn't required any changes (most of the times).
Hard part is capturing the heart of the readers since most of the original readers already knows the plot.
Yet — if done well — it spreads fast.
Very fast.
Future Comics owned the copyrights.
That meant a major advantage.
"What if we launched activities centered on fanfiction?" he muttered.
Readers already loved the manga.
They would naturally try fan works about the same characters and world.
Akira scribbled down more ideas: Fanfiction licensing plan, Online platform partnerships, Game adaptation rights.
He decided to check the copyright laws in this world, and as he compared the different between both worlds — his suspicions were confirmed:
Here — Copyright protection is strict. Unauthorized works cannot be published.
Of course — fan fiction were exception.
.....
Next Morning,
Akira woke early — as always — and went on a refreshing morning run.
He doesn't find Hiratsuka-sensei today, she must be sleeping in, or not wanting to see him because of what happen yesterday.
After finishing his run, Akira returned home.
When he opened his bedroom door and entered — he was stunned.
Yukino sat at his desk, typing something meticulously on the laptop.
She is not checking my history right?, Akira stare at the scene calmly, as he inwardly release a sigh of relief — because he stop watching them just after conforming his relationship with Yui and Yukino.
While, Akira was thinking about it, Yukino turned slightly at the sound of door opening.
"Your ideas were interesting," she said without preamble. "So, I have wrote a more detailed plan for you."
"Oh?" Akira stepped forward, intrigued. "Let me see."
He leaned over her shoulder to read.
Her plan was incredibly structured:
"Copyright development plan is essential as it involved the Fan fiction and game licensing" Yukino narrated calmly. " While, every manga's copyright is a potential gold mine, capable of generating continuous revenue…we must prioritize copyright above all else." She continue explaining her plan and the advantage it will have in the future.
As Akira skimmed through the proposal, his eyes gleamed with approval.
It wasn't just aligned with his thoughts — it was essentially the complete and refined version.
There was nothing he would change.
"Yukino," he said, voice warm with admiration, "from now on, I'll let you run the entire company… I'll stay home to raise the kids."
{T/N: He is saying "Please be my sugar mama"....}
"Don't you dare slack off," she retorted immediately. "Yui will handle childcare. You don't need to."
"If Yui handles it, the children will definitely have the happiest childhood." Akira chuckled.
"You—" Yukino's eyes widened as meaning struck her. "Are you implying that I can't take care of my own child?"
Her gaze became dangerously shy — anger trying to hide jealousy.
Akira saw right through her.
He checked the time…And wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Since you care so much about it..." His hand slid up, intentions very clear. "…let me help you grown, starting now~>"
"I-I don't want your help!" Yukino caught his hand with both of hers before they could reach their destination, her voice trembling.
"What should we do then?" Akira teased smoothly. "Should we increase your intake of… growth-boosting foods?"
"You… You figure something out," she whispered, unable to meet his eyes.
He nodded solemnly — pretending to be enlightened.
"I understand."
Yukino blinked, confused. "What do you understand?"
"The person you should consult isn't me," Akira smirked.
"…but Yui or Aunt Asuna."
"What does Yui eat every day? What meals does Asuna Aunty always prepare for her…?"
Yukino's mouth opened — then closed —
"....."
Her whole face was red.
Akira laughed softly — and kissed the top of her head.
She doesn't really have to worry about it, He thought inwardly.
While, Yukino turn around and buried her head in his chest.
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