"Yoshito, it's time to rest."
After sweetly uttering these words, Takahara Kasumi suddenly froze, her eyes swirling like the spiral patterns of incense smoke, and it felt as if steam was rising from her head. Covering her flushed cheeks with her hands, Takahara Kasumi felt as if her heart was wrapped in volcanic lava, too embarrassed to contain herself.
'What more can I say? Isn't this just playing the fool with the boy next door!'
"Yoshito, I think I should go back now…"
Still holding her face, Takahara Kasumi hurriedly stood up from the tatami mat, swaying as she prepared to head for the door.
But suddenly, she felt a hot resistance against her soft waist.
With a firm grip around her waist, Ito Yoshito leaned in, resting against her smooth shoulder from behind. The warmth of his breath brushed against Takahara Kasumi's fair and slender neck. "Sister Kasumi, don't rush to leave~ Help me dry my hair, please~"
The boy's magnetic voice lingered in her ear, thunderous yet thrilling amidst the storm, weaving through Takahara Kasumi's nerves, leaving her weak and breathless, her soft body melting against Ito Yoshito's embrace.
"...Mm~!"
Her soft response was like the gentle drizzles of May in Jiangnan, subtly falling upon the heart and invoking an indescribable tenderness.
Warm hands glided over her soft waist, gripping her delicate wrist as he gently pulled Takahara Kasumi toward the desk.
"Thanks, then I'll count on you, Sister Kasumi~"
"Mm!"
Adjusting the temperature and wind to the right levels, Takahara Kasumi slowly ran her fingers through Ito Yoshito's damp hair, gently untangling the strands.
Feeling her delicate movements at the crown of his head, Ito Yoshito comfortably closed his eyes, as all the fatigue from the day seemed to dissipate in that moment.
Watching Takahara Kasumi's gentle profile—especially when she seriously brushed his hair—her focused and dependent expression quickened Ito Yoshito's heartbeat. Unable to resist, his hands gradually slid up her silky skirt, softly caressing her curvaceous thighs.
The gentle touch felt as impactful as a blow, sending a shiver through Takahara Kasumi, who instinctively let out a soft gasp.
"Yoshito~"
Takahara Kasumi wanted to reach out and grab Ito Yoshito's mischievous hand, but her body, starved of affection for so long, trembled with desire for his scorching warmth, halting her movement.
"Sister Kasumi, please keep drying my hair."
As Ito Yoshito savored the smoothness of her flawless legs, his gaze deepened with longing. He swallowed hard, struggling to quell the heat rising in his throat.
"Hoo hoo hoo—"
In the quiet room, only the sound of the hairdryer whirred.
Ito Yoshito's hairdryer didn't have a high power, so it took a good fifteen minutes before the warm air finally dried his hair. However, while his hair was dry, Takahara Kasumi's—well, hers was still wet...
Ito Yoshito looked up, meeting Takahara Kasumi's glistening eyes, releasing a breath that made the most beautiful flower in the Takahara family tremble once more, her body melting against Ito Yoshito.
A dreamy blush adorned the beautiful woman's face as she squinted her eyes, her watery gaze full of affection and enchantment, deeply looking at Ito Yoshito.
Turning off the dryer, Ito Yoshito lifted Takahara Kasumi effortlessly in a princess carry, enveloping her soft figure in his embrace.
"Sister Kasumi... we should rest now~"
"Mm~~"
This soft reply quickened Ito Yoshito's steps toward the tatami mat.
The night was as tranquil as water, and beneath the serene grove, life pulsed vibrantly. The occasional chirping of insects melded with the soft babbling of the stream flowing through the woods, producing a charming symphony that resonated through the night.
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In the following days, Ito Yoshito's life became relatively quiet as there were no new tasks from Sumeragi Rikka. His routine was simple: school, the Aso family, and his own rental apartment—three points forming a straight line.
At school, he sometimes playfully interacted with the two spirited girls, Kurashiki Reina and Kurashiki Rina, occasionally indulging in sweet moments with Shinomiya Natsuha or engaging in playful antics with the Haruno siblings, sometimes even bringing Shinomiya Natsuha back to his rental apartment.
Nights were spent dining at the Aso family's place, occasionally cooking up some hearty dishes to replenish his nutrition.
Late nights were reserved for discussions of biology with Mrs. Takahara Kasumi; although they hadn't completed the practical final steps yet, they had managed to tackle various challenging topics together.
However, it wasn't until Friday night that Ito Yoshito finally got what he wanted: a deeper exploration of biology knowledge with Takahara Kasumi.
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As summer approached, the signs of heat intensified. Around three in the afternoon, Shinomiya Natsuha adjusted her slightly damp uniform, standing cutely at Ito Yoshito's desk.
"It's so hot..." She wiped the fragrant sweat from her fair, slender neck. Small beads of perspiration coated her smooth skin, glistening like pearls, trickling down her collarbone and curving over her generous bust.
Shinomiya Natsuha's eyes sparkled with a seductive allure as she fixed her gaze on Ito Yoshito. "Hey, Yoshito, can I borrow your bathroom?"
Feeling the warmth of her arm wrapped around his, Ito Yoshito knew all too well that Shinomiya Natsuha was itching for some intimate time together again.
"Mm~"
Under the now-bare cherry blossom trees, the streets were filled with girls dressed in light summer skirts and shorts due to the heat. Their legs glimmered under the sun, effortlessly attracting the gaze of passersby.
"Ugh~" Shinomiya Natsuha feigned displeasure, "With a beauty like me beside you, how can you stare at other girls?"
Wrapping his arm around Shinomiya Natsuha, Ito Yoshito kissed her, grinning, "Where? I'm only looking at my Natsuha~"
Hearing his sweet words, Shinomiya Natsuha couldn't help but snuggle closer, gleefully tightening her grip around him, her petite nose rubbing against Ito Yoshito's chest. "Hmpf~~ why are you so sweet today?"
"It's because I'm talking to my beloved Natsuha~"
"Ying~ So cheesy~ But... I'm really happy" She smirked while pouting her soft lips, leaning closer as her full breasts pressed against Ito Yoshito's chest; her sweet, sparkling gaze locked onto him, sultry and fragrant, "If you behave even better later, I'll be even happier"
The warmth of her breath brushed against his neck, and her suggestive words sent a thrill through Ito Yoshito.
Reaching an intersection, they leaned against each other as they waited for the traffic light to change. In the midst of sharing their sweet words, a voice suddenly shattered their intimate atmosphere.
"Itou-oniichan~"
Turning upon hearing his name, Ito Yoshito saw Takahara Hazuki standing next to him; her green hair ribbon looked like rabbit ears, adding a touch of cuteness to the girl's lovely features. She had a pink backpack slung over her shoulder, beaming as her gaze flickered between Ito Yoshito and Shinomiya Natsuha.
"Hello, Hazuki," Ito Yoshito nodded slightly.
"Itou-oniichan~ Is this your girlfriend?" Takahara Hazuki asked, not minding Ito Yoshito's slightly aloof response.
'After all, Dad and Ito-oniichan had a fight because of me two days ago,' she thought self-satisfied. 'But... if I ask about that disgusting old man's plans and pass them to Ito-oniichan, we'll definitely get along again!'
Her gaze shifted to Shinomiya Natsuha, and she smiled sweetly.
Humans are visual creatures, often perceiving attractive things through a filter that naturally fosters goodwill. Takahara Hazuki's adorable smile caused Shinomiya Natsuha to break into a radiant grin.
Reaching out to tug on Ito Yoshito's arm, she pressed her graceful body against his sturdy bicep and smiled sweetly at Takahara Hazuki. "Yes, I'm Shinomiya Natsuha! What's your name, little sister?"
"Hello, Shinomiya-neechan. I'm Takahara Hazuki, Ito-oniichan's neighbor!"
"Shinomiya-neechan, you're so beautiful!"
"Hehe~ Takahara-chan, you're very cute too!"
Glancing at the two girls happily chatting together, Ito Yoshito chose not to engage; after all, the two had little interaction with him.
With Takahara Hazuki joining them on their walk, Ito Yoshito and Shinomiya Natsuha no longer walked leisurely side by side. They picked up the pace, eager to reach the rental apartment and shake off the little tail that was impeding their intimacy.
"We're here." Ito Yoshito pulled out his keys, unlocking the door before turning to Takahara Hazuki, urging her, "Hazuki, we're home; you should head back quickly!"
"Okay~" With a smile, Takahara Hazuki gave a meaningful look to Ito Yoshito and Shinomiya Natsuha.
"But... Ito-oniichan, can we add each other on Line?"
Glancing at the smiling and enthusiastic Takahara Hazuki, Ito Yoshito thought it odd since he was only familiar with her mother and had no significant interaction with her... However, he still shared his Line with her, wanting to spend time with Shinomiya Natsuha rather than getting entangled in conversation with Takahara Hazuki.
Satisfied after obtaining his Line, Takahara Hazuki didn't disturb the growing closeness between Ito Yoshito and Shinomiya Natsuha; she bounced happily up the stairs.
Refocusing his attention on Shinomiya Natsuha, Ito Yoshito murmured softly, "Natsuha…"
Sensing the increasing heat in Ito Yoshito's gaze, Shinomiya Natsuha felt warmth rising in her own body, her fingers grazing the smooth skin between her thighs.
Leading the way into the rental apartment, Shinomiya Natsuha exuded a coy charm. When she reached the entrance, her alluring body leaned against the shoe rack, which bore her weight, causing the rack to struggle under her pressure.
Turning her head slightly, Shinomiya Natsuha shot Ito Yoshito a sideways glance, her cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling like a kitten yearning for a treat. "Yoshito~ Can you do me a favor? Would you help me dry off after my shower?"
Her JK short skirt, covering the curves of her ample figure, swayed gently as she moved, hints of beauty shimmering at the edges. Shinomiya Natsuha caressed her body, seemingly enchanted, and emitted a query laced with a sweet, enticing scent that beckoned Ito Yoshito into the dark room, drawing him into a world of passion.
"Of course~ It's an honor to assist you, Ms. Natsuha. I will be 'diligent'!"
"What are we waiting for~~"
Click
As the sunlight began to wane, the day's heat clung to the air, causing even the most vibrant flowers on the lawn to droop slightly. However, the wind was unusually boisterous today, and soon the skies gathered ominous clouds, leading to a gentle drizzle.
The cool raindrops fell upon the parched earth, splashing and creating a sweet melody in the air.
Pat pat pat...
The continuous drizzle fell onto the already muddy lawn, soothing the flowers' wilting and making them bloom even more vividly.
...
After dropping Shinomiya Natsuha off at her home, the light drizzle gradually intensified into a heavy downpour, as though the sky had torn open a great chasm through which countless raindrops poured forth. Neon lights flickered in the rain, projecting long shadows, shrouding the night in a mystical veil.
"Ugh~" Standing under the awning of a convenience store, Ito Yoshito watched the hurried pedestrians with umbrellas, their clothes soaked and clinging to their bodies, looking quite a sight. He abandoned the thought of braving the rain and sighed in resignation, pulling out his phone to pass the time.
Ding ding~
Suddenly, a notification popped up on his phone screen.
"Who's messaging me?" Opening the Line interface, he saw several unread messages from Takahara Hazuki.
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Takahara Hazuki: "Good evening, Ito-oniichan." (Read)
Ito Yoshito: "Good evening. Is there something on your mind?" (Read)
Takahara Hazuki: "Hehe... Ito-oniichan, you're amazing! You guessed it right away—there's actually nothing much. Um, I was wondering if you could help me with a little favor. Aheh... cute.jpg" (Read)
Ito Yoshito: "Let's hear it." (Read)
Resting her chin on her hands, Takahara Hazuki gazed out at the pouring rain, recalling her mother, Takahara Kasumi, who was still busy outside. While she had already made up her mind earlier, hesitation crept in at that moment. After a brief moment, she resolved to understand Ito Yoshito's opinion of her mother.
Takahara Hazuki: "Hehe... So, Ito-oniichan, what do you think of my mom?" (Read)
Raising an eyebrow, Ito Yoshito was at a loss regarding Takahara Hazuki's intentions.
Ito Yoshito: "Takahara-san…" (Read)
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