After sometime—
When waiting for the red light, a young man yawned loudly as he rode his bicycle past the car.
The night breeze brushed against the windows, and the traffic lights painted a faint glow on everyone's faces.
"I'm so sleepy, Yukino…" Yuigahama Yui yawned as she leaned her head against Yukinoshita Yukino's shoulder, her soft voice filled with drowsiness.
"We'll be home soon," Yukinoshita Yukino replied gently. Although her tone was calm, her hand subtly moved to support Yui's head, carefully so it wouldn't slump too far.
From the side, Miura Yumiko glanced at Yuigahama Yui, then let her eyes drift to the front seat where Akira Fujimiya sat.
She was quiet, but her mind wasn't.
"...If it's too crowded for you three girls, you can come to my room," Akira said casually as he looked at them through the rearview mirror.
But, instead of Yumiko, it was Yukino who answered—
"Thank you for your concern. But that wouldn't be necessary," Yukinoshita Yukino answered with a flat tone, as she stared at the front seat.
"Without someone by my side, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep tonight," Akira said with a sigh, leaning his head against the window as though lamenting.
"If you can't sleep, then just work hard on your next project. I'm looking forward to what story you make," Yukinoshita Yukino said bluntly.
"Yukino is so inconsiderate," Akira sighed again, exaggeratedly this time.
"I won't be considerate to a bad guy like you."
A rare smile appeared on the usually cold expression of the Yukinoshita household's second daughter.
Her eyes softened just a little—not enough for others to easily notice, but enough for Akira.
Yuigahama Yui covered her mouth, amused by the back-and-forth between the two. She always felt that Yukino and Akira's conversations were like watching a comedy duo with unexpectedly good chemistry.
Miura Yumiko also smiled faintly.
She knew Yukinoshita Yukino well enough to understand that, despite her harsh words, she probably cared about Akira more than anyone else in the car.
….
Soon, the car stopped in front of the apartment building.
Akira and the three girls stepped out, the cool night air brushing across their faces as they headed toward the entrance.
The quiet lobby welcomed them with soft lighting.
....
Inside the elevator,
Akira stood at the front while the three girls subtly hid behind him, their faces tinged with red.
"You three seem to be looking forward to it more than I am," Akira teased.
The second Miss Yukinoshita raised her head and shot him a glare, tinged with embarrassment.
Yuigahama Yui quickly turned her head away, cheeks glowing pink.
Miura Yumiko lowered her gaze. She had agreed to come tonight for… somewhat selfish reasons.
"It's not your birthday yet, so you have to wait a little longer, Yukino," Akira said, leaning down to kiss her forehead gently.
Then he turned to Yuigahama Yui and took her hand.
"Yui and Yukino have an agreement. So at the very least… she should come after Yukino."
Yuigahama Yui met his eyes and, though embarrassed, didn't deny it.
Next, Akira reached out and took Miura Yumiko's hand.
"Yumiko… I'd rather see you become an idol than anything else. If you shine up there, I'll be happy."
"…I'll try my best," Miura Yumiko whispered shyly, gripping his hand tightly.
"I believe in you. When you become a popular idol, we'll all go together to watch you perform on stage."
"Then… at that time… can I make a request?" Yumiko asked quietly, her voice lowered, "Like… a date or something?"
Akira smiled and nodded.
Miura Yumiko's eyes widened in joy, as her cheeks turning a soft shade of red.
Ding!
The elevator door opened.
Akira let go of their hands, and they all stepped out.
…
Inside Yukink's Apartment room—
At around eleven o'clock that night,
Akira returned from the bathroom to find Yukinoshita Yukino sitting on his bed.
She wore her usual pajamas and held a book, calmly reading beneath the warm glow of the bedside lamp.
"Yukino, are you worried I can't sleep?" Akira asked, teasingly before slipping under the covers from the other side of the bed.
"I'm not worried about your sleep. I simply want to have a good chat with you." Yukino said clamly as she closed the book and placed it gently beside her.
"What do you want to talk about?" Akira asked.
"You…can you really use supernatural powers?" Yukinoshita Yukino lay down, turning to face him directly.
"If I could, do you want me to use my ability to change the world?" Akira teased lightly.
"I want you to save someone," Yukinoshita Yukino said softly, seriously, remembering her sister's words.
"That young lady?" Akira asked, reached out his hand and took her hand.
"Yes." Yukino nodded slowly.
"...Aren't you afraid I'll be snatched away?"
"I'm...," Yukino admitted, as she looked at his eyes, her look even surprised Akira, as she continue. "But… if I let fear stop me and didn't save her, I know I'll regret it for the rest of my life."
"She helped you?" Akira asked.
"She was… gentle. Too gentle. When I was young, she always acted more mature than her age. Maybe because of her illness, she cherished everything more than anyone else. She suffered for so long… Back then, I didn't understand why my mother cared about her so deeply. But she noticed my childish thoughts and...."
"And she said… 'Yukino-chan, I'm sorry,' right?" Akira asked softly.
Yukinoshita Yukino nodded slowly.
"Yes. She told me she'd only live until her twenties. So… she wanted to see everything beautiful while she still could."
Her eyes softened with a quiet sadness, a mixture of memories and helplessness.
"To make a miracle happen, there must be an opportunity. If I want to save her… I have to meet her first," Akira said as he gently pulled Yukino into his arms.
"If you can save her… it's good for you too. She's the only heir to that family. If you marry her, you can—" Yukino begin.
"You and your sister really think differently. She wants to tie me to the Yukinoshita household. And you're trying to push me toward that young lady. Can you really do it?" Akira interrupted.
"I…can't...I can't bear to…" Yukino whispered, hugging him tightly as she pressed her forehead against his chest.
"Then why?"
"I… I think you might like her more. And marrying her would make your future smoother…"
"Yukinoshita Yukino is an idiot. Even bigger than Yui."
"You're awful. So—" She said, this time a little louder than before as she raised her head from his chest to look at him.
"No matter what anyone says, I won't change my choice. I want to marry you first. If that young lady likes me, then she should come after Yui."
"My birthday is too far away. I don't want to wait anymore," Yukino said suddenly, meeting his eyes with surprising determination.
Akira froze for a moment.
Then he leaned closer and whispered something in her ear.
Yukino's face instantly turned bright red.
"…I'm ready," she said, gathering all her courage.
Akira knew this decision was influenced by her sister.
But he didn't refuse.
Refusing now would only hurt Yukino deeply.
"I really can't do anything about you, Yukino," he said softly before kissing her.
Yukinoshita Yukino responded shyly, her heartbeat echoing loudly in her chest. Faster than ever before.
And in that moment, the person she felt most thankful toward…was Yukinoshita Haruno.
Their kiss was gentle and loving, filled with a deep longing that had been building between them for so long.
"Mmm~"
Yukino's lips pressed softly against Akira's, her mouth yielding to his with a shy tenderness that betrayed her inner turmoil.
She tightened her hold on him, her slender arms wrapping around his neck, fingers threading into the soft strands of his hair at the nape.
Akira responded in kind, his strong arms encircling her waist firmly, pulling her body flush against his chest.
He could feel the rapid flutter of her heart through the thin fabric of her pajama top, mirroring his own steady but quickening pulse.
Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!
Their breaths mingled, warm and uneven, as the kiss deepened just enough to convey the unspoken promises hanging in the air.
Yukino's could feel her body relaxing in his embrace, her initial shyness melting away under the warmth of his touch, though a faint blush colored her cheeks.
She tasted faintly of the drink they'd shared earlier—subtle and sweet—while his lips moved with a careful reverence, savoring every moment as if afraid it might break.
Akira's hand stroked her back in slow, soothing circles, tracing the curve of her spine beneath the pajama fabric, eliciting a soft sigh from her that vibrated against his mouth.
"Mhm~!"
Yukino's fingers clenched lightly in his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer, her body arching subtly to press her breasts against his chest.
The world outside faded—there was only the soft rustle of their clothing, the quiet hum of their shared breaths, and the electric tension building between them.
They didn't even think that someone might be listening to their 'activity' through the wall.
Neither Yukino nor Akira think about it—
Yukino felt safe in his arms, cherished, Akira's other hand cupped the back of her head, tilting it slightly to allow better access, his tongue brushing tentatively against her lower lip in a silent request.
Yukino didn't hesitate as she slowly parted her lips with a soft exhale, allowing him entry and their tongues met in a tentative dance—gentle explorations that sent sparks of warmth spreading through her veins.
Kiss! Kiss!
"Mhmm~"
The kiss stretched on, Yukino's mind wandered briefly to the path that led here—Haruno's sly encouragement, her own stubborn determination of not letting other have this time before her—but she pushed it aside for now, focusing on the man before her instead of thinking about others, the one who made her feel wanted and desired.
Akira's hold remained firm yet tender, his body a solid anchor as she surrendered to the moment. Every brush of lips, every shared breath, increasing their hold, their longing for connection with each other, a prelude to the intimacy they both craved.
After what felt like an eternity of unhurried passion, they finally pulled back, foreheads resting together.
"Haa... Haaa.. "
Yukino's chest heaved with heavy breaths, her lungs burning from the intensity, as she gazed at Akira through her hazy, half-open eyes.
Her blue irises were darkened with desire, pupils dilated, and a faint moisture clung to her lips, making them appear even more inviting. Strands of her dark hair had come loose, framing her flushed face in soft waves.
She looked ethereal in that moment, vulnerable yet radiant, her composure from earlier cracked just enough to reveal the depth of her emotions.
Akira said nothing, his own dark eyes locked on hers with an intensity that made her pulse race anew. Without a word, he leaned in and captured her lips again, this kiss more insistent, carrying the undercurrent of what was to come.
Yukino closed her eyes immediately, surrendering to his desire, as she enjoy his taste. Her hands slid down to his shoulders, gripping the fabric as if to steady herself.
While their kissed continue, Akira's hands weren't idle. His fingers, steady and deliberate, moved to the buttons of her pajama top, starting from the top one just below her collarbone.
He worked slowly, each pop of a button revealing more of her pale, flawless skin. The fabric parted gradually, exposing the gentle swell of her bare breasts.
Yukino's breath hitched against his mouth, but she didn't stop him—instead, she leaned into the kiss, her tongue tentatively brushing his in encouragement.
While, Button by button, he undid them all, the last one at her navel allowing the top to fall open completely.
He pulled back slightly, his gaze dropping to take in the sight before him. Yukino's cheeks burned a deep crimson, and she averted her eyes, staring at the wall over his shoulder, her long lashes casting shadows on her skin. Her breasts were now fully exposed as he gently pushed the pajama top aside, revealing the delicate perk. They were modestly sized, fitting her slender frame—pert and round, with a natural firmness.
The pale skin of her chest rose and fell with each ragged breath, Yukino's nipples, already hardening from the cool air and anticipation, were twitching, her twin peaks begging for attention. Her entire torso was a canvas of smooth, unblemished skin, tapering to a narrow waist that flared subtly at her hips, still hidden by her pajama pants.
Akira's breath grew heavier as he drank in the view, his hands resting lightly on her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts.
"Ngh!"
Yukino squirmed under his scrutiny, her shyness bubbling up in the form of a soft whimper, but she didn't cover herself. Instead, she bit her lower lip, a habit born of her composed nature now laced with nervous desire.
Lowering his head, Akira's mouth descended to her left breast, his lips parting to take the nipple—into his mouth.
SUCK—!
He sucked roughly at first, the wet heat of his tongue pressing against the perk, drawing a sharp moan from Yukino.
"Ahh! Akira!" she gasped, her voice a mix of surprise and pleasure, echoing his name in ecstasy. Her fingers immediately tangled in his hair, not pushing him away but pulling him closer, urging him on despite the flush of embarrassment heating her face. The suction sent jolts of sensation straight to her core, her nipple tingling under the assault.
He released it briefly, his teeth grazing it before his tongue swirled around the hardened peak, licking the bite mark, soaking it until it become covered in his saliva.
Yukino's back arched, pressing her breast further into his mouth, her moan deepening into a throaty, "Nngh..."
As he bit lightly, the pinch of pain mingling with waves of pleasure that made her thighs clench. She pulled his head tighter against her, her slender fingers gripping his dark locks, guiding him as her body betrayed her usual reserve.
Slurp! Suck! Slurp!
The room filled with the soft, wet sounds of his mouth working her— as he suckled greedily, his saliva dampening her perk and trickling down her skin.
Akira continued his relentlessly teasing,his tongue flicking rapidly over the nipple, alternating between rough sucks that hollowed his cheeks and then gentle lick.
"Mmm! Haa! Mhm! So good! Ahh!"
Yukino's moans grew hotter, more uninhibited, her voice cracking with the intensity, a far cry from her everyday eloquence but softened by her love for him. Her hand clutched his hair, as electric tingles radiated from her breast to legs, her toes curl up.
Satisfied with the first, he shifted to her right breast, lavishing it with the same attention.
SUCK—!
His mouth engulfed the bare nipple, sucking hard enough to make her cry out, "Akira! Ohh!"
The roughness drew a fresh wave of moans, her body writhing beneath him. He bit lightly again, teeth nipping the sensitive bud, eliciting a sharp moan from her lips, pain blooming into pleasure as she yanked him closer.
Slurp! Lick!
His tongue danced around it, circling the areola in wet, teasing patterns, the slurping sounds growing louder as he continue to devoured her.
"Hgn!"
Yukino's breaths came in pants, her chest heaving, pushing her breasts rhythmically into his face. Droplets of saliva glistened on her skin, trailing down to her ribcage, and her nipples stood erect, red and swollen from his attention.
After thoroughly teasing both peaks—leaving them aching, and throbbing—he trailed his mouth lower.
Starting from the valley between her breasts, Akira kissed lightly down her sternum, his lips soft and reverent now, contrasting the earlier roughness. Each press of his mouth sent an electric current racing through Yukino's body, her skin prickling with goosebumps.
"Haa..." she breathed, her voice a whisper of awe, as he reached her abdomen. Her stomach was flat and toned, the muscles subtly defined from her disciplined lifestyle, quivering under his touch.
He kissed the soft skin there, tongue dipping into her navel briefly, drawing a giggle-tinged moan from her, "That...tickles..ahh..but! don't stop...mhmm"
He continued lowering himself, leaving a trail of kiss marks—faint red marks from the gentle nips and sucks—along her ribcage, over the gentle curve of her hip bone, down to the waistband of her pajama pants.
Yukino's body hummed with anticipation, her core aching with a wetness she could feel seeping into the fabric below. Akira paused at the edge, his hot breath ghosting over her lower belly, making her hips twitch involuntarily.
Finally, he reached between her legs, settling on his knees at the bed's edge.
Looking up at her from below, his gaze softened with affection and a hint of teasing hunger, dark eyes promising care amid the desire.
Yukino met his stare, her heart pounding, but she nodded faintly, trust shining through her shyness. With gentle hands, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her pajama pants, tugging them down slowly.
The fabric slid over her hips, revealing the smooth expanse of her thighs—slender and pale, with a subtle muscle tone.
As he pulled them free, along with her panties, her most intimate area was bared— her pussy, lips pink and glistening with arousal, already swollen and parted slightly in invitation.
Her legs were long and elegant, ending in delicate ankles, and the overall sight of her naked form—curves soft yet defined, skin like porcelain—made Akira's cock throb painfully in his pants.
Yukino could feel his eyes roaming her body, tracing every inch from her flushed face down to her toes, and heat bloomed across her skin, making her warmer, almost feverish.
His gaze was unrestrained, appreciative, stirring a mix of embarrassment and pride in herself.
But she didn't hide herself—instead, she opened her arms wide, an invitation born of courage and love, her moist eyes locking onto his, cheeks a deep flush, breaths coming warm and shallow.
The vulnerability in her posture—legs slightly parted, breasts heaving, pussy exposed and dripping— was enough to push Akira to the edge, his restraint fraying.
Quickly, he shed his own clothes, his hard penis springing free—thick and veined, the shaft curving slightly upward, head flushed red and leaking precum. It stood rigid against his abdomen, a testament to his need.
He climbed back ontop of her, hugging Yukino tightly, her arms wrapping around his body in response, holding him with a desperation that matched his.
He could feel her bare chest pressing against him, her nipples—still hard and wet from his touch—twitching against his skin, sending shivers through both.
As She kissed him fiercely, her hand trembling as it reached down to grasp his penis, fingers wrapping around the hot, velvety length.
It pulsed in her grip, thick enough that her slender hand couldn't fully encircle it, the skin smooth over the rigid core. She slowly guided it toward her pussy, the tip nudging her wet folds, parting them slightly and coating itself in her juices.
"Yukino..." Akira murmured against her lips, his voice low and teasing.
She moaned into the kiss, the sound muffled as she felt his dick pushing inside, the broad head stretching her entrance. Her leaking juices helped, easing the friction, but the fullness was overwhelming—her walls clenching around the intrusion— as inch after inch sank in.
Schlick~~!
"Ahhh! it's...so big!" she gasped, pulling back from the kiss, her voice breathy and hot, laced with the pain-pleasure of her first time.
Akira then reached for her beautiful, slender neck, his lips descending to kiss it softly at first, then with more fervor, sucking marks into the pale column—reddened spots that would remind her of this night.
Yukino's head fell back, exposing more skin, as she lost herself in the heat, her legs wrapping around his waist tightly, heels digging into his back as if to prevent any retreat.
The position locked them together, his cock sliding deeper with each subtle shift.
Schlick—!
Before long, his dick reached her intact hymen, the barrier taut against his tip.
He stopped kissing her neck, lifting his head to look at her, concern etching his features.
Yukino stared back, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and determination, the blue depths shimmering— as she nodded slowly, biting her lip, silently urging him on.
Seeing the resolve in her eyes, Akira didn't hesitate.
With a firm, controlled push, he broke through, the thin membrane tearing as he buried himself fully.
THRUST!
"AAAAH!"
Yukino screamed in pain, a sharp voice ripping from her throat, her body tensing, nails digging into his shoulders.
As warm blood trickled out, coating his shaft and marking the sheets beneath as proof of losing her virginity—she was his now, irrevocably.
Tears welled in her eyes from pain, but she didn't pull away.
Kiss! Schlick! Slurp!
Akira kissed her immediately, capturing her lips roughly, his tongue invading her mouth to suck on hers, trying to distract from the pain with overwhelming sensation.
Slurp! Suck! Slurp!
The kiss was desperate, wet sounds of tongues sliding together—filling the room.
Yukino kissed back with equal fervor, her tongue seeking his, tangling in a bid to transform the pain into pleasure.
It worked gradually—the sting faded into a dull throb, replaced by the growing fullness of him inside her, her walls adjusting to the stretch, as it clenched around his member.
After some time, as her body relaxed, Akira pulled back, his voice gentle and soft. "Are you okay, Yukino?"
Her eyes softened, the pain ebbing, and she nodded, whispering, "Yes...it hurts a little, but..I want you. Please, continue"
Akira didn't hesitate.
He began to move, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in with a measured gentleness.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
Schlick! Slurp! Sclick!
The wet sound of her pussy gripping him echoed, her juices and blood mixing to create a slick glide.
"Mhmmm! Ahhhh!"
Yukino moaned, the sound hot and drawn out from her mouth—as pleasure overtook the remnants of pain. Her walls fluttered around his cock, tightly, hugging every ridge and vein as he set a slow rhythm.
He rocked into her steadily, each thrust deep and deliberate, his hips rolling to hit sensitive spots inside.
Yukino's moans grew louder, more uninhibited, her voice a symphony of gasps and whimpers, "Haaa! Akira! Deeper! Ohhhh"
Her slender legs tightened around him, pulling him in, while her hands roamed his back, nails leaving faint trails. Her breasts bounced softly with each movement, nipples grazing his chest, reigniting sparks.
Akira's pace built gradually, grunts low in his throat as he buried himself, the slap of skin on skin growing rhythmic.
He teased her occasionally, whispering against her ear, "You feel so tight... like you were made for me," his voice husky.
Drawing a flustered, "Idiot... don't say that... ahh!", from her, even as she clenched around him in response.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
Yukino's body responded eagerly now, her pussy soaking him, the lewd sound of her arousal loud in the room. She arched her back, meeting his thrusts, the friction building a coil of heat in her belly.
Sensations overwhelmed her—the stretch of his thick cock filling her completely, rubbing against her inner walls, the way his pubic bone ground against her clit with every hilt.
Her moans turned hotter, more desperate, "Nngh! Ahhh! Yes! Right there! Ohhh"
Sweat beaded on her skin, making her body glisten, her dark hair splayed across the pillow like a halo.
He shifted angles, hooking one of her legs over his shoulder to go deeper, his cock dragging along her g-spot with precision.
Yukino cried out, "Akira! That's too much! Ahhhhhh!"
Her walls clenched, pleasure cresting in waves. He kissed her neck again, sucking marks while thrusting, the dual assault making her helpless.
It continues, blending as he varied his pace—slow grinds that made her whimper to faster thrust that had her screaming softly.
Her first orgasm built relentlessly, her breaths ragged, body trembling. "I... I'm close! Don't stop! Haaa! Ohh!" She panted, her elegant facade shattered by raw need.
Akira's hand slipped between them, fingers circling her clit—swollen and hard—adding pressure that pushed her over.
"AAAAHHHHH! AKIRAAA! OHHHH!"
SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT!
With a loud moan, she came, her pussy convulsing around him, walls milking his cock in rhythmic pulses. While, her juices gushed out, soaking his shaft and the bed below, her body shaking as ecstasy ripped through her, toes curling, as her eyes rolling back. As she closed her eyes tired from the intense release.
But—
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Akira didn't stop— instead he increased his pace then, thrusts turning powerful, hips snapping with urgency. The sounds intensified—wet slaps, her continued moans mixing with his grunts.
"Yukino! You feel so good..." he murmured, teasing her oversensitive form.
She whimpered slowly, weakly, overstimulated but still clinging tighter, "More! Fill me!"
He came soon after, burying deep as his cock throbbed, hot spurts of cum flooding her.
SPLAAT! SQUIRT! SPLAAT!
Yukino moaned loudly, "OHHHH! SO WARM! AHHHHH!"
Feeling every pulse—as his seed coating her walls, filling her to the brim, the pressure exquisite as it seeped into the depths of her inside.
Her pussy clenched, drawing it deeper, milking him, the sensation of fullness and heat prolonging her aftershocks.
Cum leaked out around his base, mixing with her juices and blood, a messy testament to their union.
Her inside felt stretched and claimed, the warmth spreading like fire, soothing and marking her as his.
"Haaa... haaa.. haa"
They stayed like that, connected, Yukino breathing heavily, chest heaving against him. Her body hummed with afterglow, pussy still twitching faintly around his softening cock.
After calming, she looked up at the still-energetic Akira—his eyes dark with lingering desire—and complained softly, her voice a pouty whisper true to her tsundere side, "You're... still hard? This is embarrassing..."
Akira smiled gently, a teasing glint in his eye as he brushed her hair back.
"It's okay, Yukino. You drive me crazy."
He kissed her forehead lightly, then scooped her up in a princess carry, her nude body cradled against his chest. She yelped in surprise, arms looping around his neck, "W-what are you doing?"
"We should wash up," he said simply, his quiet tone reassuring as he carried her to the bathroom, grabbing spare pajamas on the way.
As he walked outside he could hear the side room door locking, he smirk but didn't say anything as he carried his princess to the bathroom.
In the steamy bathroom, under the warm shower spray, Akira washed them both tenderly—his hands soaping her skin, fingers gentle over her sore areas, rinsing away the evidence of their passion.
Yukino didn't refuse, leaning into him, growing used to the intimacy, her shyness fading into quiet contentment. He cleaned her pussy carefully, the water soothing the tenderness, drawing soft sighs from her.
Dried and dressed in fresh pajamas—they returned to the bedroom.
Slipping under the covers, they held each other close, Yukino's head on his chest, his arms around her.
"I love you," she murmured, voice sleepy and sincere.
"I love you too," Akira replied softly, kissing her hair.
They drifted off together, bodies entwined in peaceful slumber.
….
The early morning sunlight spilled into the room.
When Akira woke up, Yukinoshita Yukino was gone.
He let out a long breath, sat up, stretched, and changed clothes, as he also change the bedsheet which has a little blood mark on it, before walking out into the hallway.
After washing up, Akira approached the kitchen—only to hear voices inside.
"Yukino-chan, can you tell me in detail?"
"I… I don't know what to say…"
"I heard other girls talk about it…they say it is worse than hitting your toe!"
"Eh? Worse than hitting your toe on the corner of a table?"
"I think hitting your toe is scarier…"
"I'm not sure, that's what they said…"
"I'm suddenly getting nervous…"
"It's okay… that guy is gentle..."
"I also think Akira-kun would be gentle…"
Akira sighed internally and opened the door.
As he got inside he was welcome with —
Silence!
As the three girls turned to look at him—Yukinoshita Yukino, Yuigahama Yui, and Miura Yumiko—all with very red faces from embarrassment.
Akira's gaze swept over them, stopping on Yuigahama Yui for a moment. She immediately turned her head, flustered.
"I didn't hear anything. You can continue," Akira said calmly before closing the door.
The three girls froze, after which their face turned even redder than before, if that was even possible.
They all shouted inwardly in their mind,
'''He definitely heard everything.'''
….
After breakfast,
Akira left the apartment with Yukinoshita Yukino, Yuigahama Yui, and Miura Yumiko.
Yukinoshita Yukino and Miura Yumiko headed toward the Hoshiyuu Agency, while Yuigahama Yui planned to go home.
After watching Yukinoshita Yukino's car drive away, Akira held Yuigahama Yui's hand as they walked toward the station.
Along the way, Yui was repeatedly throwing glances at him as though wanting to speak but stopping every time.
Not being able to find the correct words to say anything.
As they neared the station, Akira finally broke the silence.
"Summer vacation is a good time to travel."
"Y-Yes..." Yuigahama Yui murmured, face turning red as she looked down at her feet.
"Why are you two so anxious? As a boy, I'm not anxious at all," Akira teased.
"Akira-kun doesn't understand… There are so many girls around you. Yukino and I both made promises with you… but nothing has happened yet. If the girls who come later find out and get ahead of us, then our position…"
Yuigahama Yui trailed off, face burning.
Akira couldn't help but smiling at how adorable she looked.
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