(Isn't this basically sneaking into his bed? What do I do? Where do I start?!)
While my mind was spiraling into a panic, I pressed myself onto Hisui's futon where he lay sleeping.
The outer curtains and inner sliding doors were closed, but since it was still early evening, the room wasn't completely dark—I could still see well enough. From the way the futon bulged, I could tell which parts I shouldn't step on.
With ragged breaths and an internal monologue full of giddy laughter, I crawled forward on all fours over the futon. There was no way to talk my way out of this now. If he said he didn't consent, I'd be guilty without question.
But I had already checked everything beforehand. Everyone had seen our agreement tonight. If someone tried to say my alibi was invalid because they were all family, well... there was also a reporter present.
Those people looked like they planned to stay for a while anyway.
I was getting off track. Let's organize the situation.
This man followed a woman without question, bathed with her, agreed to a nighttime rendezvous, and then fell into a deep sleep without even locking the door.
Conclusion!
Not guilty!
Definitely not guilty!
Even circumstantial evidence would declare me innocent!
That was how I settled things in my heart.
I turned to face Hisui's sleeping face again. He didn't have any particularly striking features, but for some reason, I had the strange feeling that I'd fall for him more and more from now on. Since it was my first time, I couldn't help but fantasize about everything going perfectly.
Even if this ended up being nothing more than a fleeting dream, just experiencing it was enough to make me feel lucky.
Wait, what am I doing getting all sentimental before anything even happens?
I should at least do something first—let him fill me up—only then should I allow myself to get emotional.
"This is bad, you know? Being so defenseless? It's like you're asking to be attacked."
I muttered to myself, trying to mask the whirlwind of emotions inside me.
It didn't matter if he couldn't hear me—this was just to hype myself up.
First, I should start with a kiss, right?
Hesitantly, I leaned in closer.
Chu.
Our lips touched briefly before I pulled away.
My heart was pounding so loudly that I was afraid it might wake him up.
…Maybe just one more time?
Chu.
This time, I held it a little longer.
One more time…
Even just this much was satisfying.
But then—
Our eyes met.
Hisui was awake.
"Good morning."
His voice was softer and gentler than I had expected.
"G-g-g-good morning!"
I stuttered, flailing awkwardly.
"You don't need to panic. We both agreed to this, right?"
Hisui smiled kindly.
"R-r-r-right?!
My stammering was pathetic, even to myself.
"You really don't have to be so nervous. Want me to teach you a magic spell? If you say it, I'll almost never get mad at you."
He beckoned me closer with a teasing motion. Mesmerized, I found myself leaning in.
Then, suddenly, he pulled me into a firm embrace.
Stronger than I expected. I couldn't resist—but really, there was no need to.
I wanted this.
I wanted to be even closer.
This was exactly what I wanted.
I let go of my internal panic and surrendered myself completely to Hisui's hands.
"Alright, say it with me, Misago—'I love you.'"
His voice whispered sweetly in my ear.
That one phrase made everything else irrelevant.
My brain melted. My ears melted. My entire body melted.
More than anything, my insides… were trembling with unbearable anticipation.
Just a few words, and I had already climaxed.
This was too much. Too overwhelming. My inexperience couldn't handle it.
I wanted to cry, but if I let myself pass out now, I'd just end up bawling when I woke up later. I had to stay conscious.
"Was that too much?"
Hisui chuckled shyly, misinterpreting my silence as discomfort.
"That's not…"
That's not it!
I didn't need to say anything else.
Instead, I pressed my lips firmly against his.
Even though my kiss was rough and desperate, Hisui responded with gentle warmth.
This time, my lips were slightly parted—so I got carried away and slid my tongue inside.
Delicious.
No, there wasn't really a taste.
But I was so full of happiness that it felt delicious.
I couldn't stop myself from exploring his mouth further, intertwining our tongues and sucking him in deeply.
Author's note :
Honestly, it's kind of good that Hisui couldn't move, right?
If I had handled this properly from the start, things wouldn't have gotten this complicated.
Misago was internally freaking out the whole time. I debated whether Hisui should wake up suddenly or if things should take a more sweet and drawn-out turn—and I went with the latter.
Hisui is a total beginner, but deep down, he's possessive. If he does it, he falls in love. If he falls in love, he's the type to immediately think about marriage.
To Misago and the others, he's basically an adorable, easily swayed love interest.
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