Chapter 205: Utaha, What on Earth is Wrong with You Tonight?

Faced with Utaha, whose clinginess index had suddenly skyrocketed in a straight line, Miyahito spent much more time and focus than usual to barely finish the science homework that his sister and girlfriend had ganged up to increase.

Sigh, thinking back to that incredibly naive version of myself who said, 'In the future, once Ayase and Utaha get along, they won't force me to study science, right?'

The current Miyahito just wants to go back in time and slap that face that knew nothing of 'the dangers of the world'.

(Telling you to talk nonsense! Telling you to set up flags! Telling you to be so naively idiotic!)

But! That's not the main point!

"Um... my dear Utaha-chan." Miyahito, looking like he had something to say but holding it back, tilted his head slightly. Looking helplessly at Utaha, who had her chin resting on his shoulder and her delicate cheek pressed against his, he said in a small voice.

"Like this, it's really hard for me to play games....."

Hearing this, the gentle smile on Utaha's face stiffened. Then, wearing a stiff smile, she spoke with an inexplicably cold tone in her boyfriend's ear.

"So, you mean the game is more important than me?"

Eh? Eh!

How did we suddenly enter the death question segment?

"N-no... that's not what I meant."

Faced with his girlfriend's death stare, Miyahito decisively chose the option all boys with girlfriends choose—submitting.

Although he chose to submit, Miyahito still wanted to struggle a bit.

After all, even a salted fish has a moment where it wants to jump, just to show the world its final stubbornness.

"I'm going to raid the boss with Yu later. If you hug me this tightly...."

"Mm?"

"It'll be easier to raid the boss!"

Hearing Miyahito's natural-sounding change of tune, as if it were breathing, Utaha nodded in satisfaction, and then hugged her boyfriend even more recklessly.

Oh right, especially since she even more presumptuously wrapped her thigh around Miyahito's front, clamping onto her boyfriend's solid waist like a koala.

....A nosebleed. I'm going to get a nosebleed.

Miyahito tilted his head back slightly, trying hard to control the rush of blood to his brain, while internally 'wailing' endlessly.

'What on earth is going on!? This utterly willful physiological impulse! Hold on! My reason!'

Meanwhile, secretly observing her boyfriend's reaction from the corner of her eye, the corners of Utaha's lips curled into a mysterious, highly seductive arc.

See, he does have a reaction! My Miyahito really is a normal male high school student!

Phew~ That's good, that's good.

Not even knowing what exactly she was so happy about, Utaha subconsciously pressed her upper body even tighter against Miyahito's back.

That wave of softness, which made his heart ripple uncontrollably, almost snapped Miyahito's heartstrings entirely.

'Focus! Focus! My focus! Direct all my mental energy onto the game!'

His mind incredibly shaken, Miyahito even fought fire with fire, briefly unleashing the deeply sealed chuunibyou inside him several times, barely managing to pull his reason back from the soft, ample chest pressing against his back.

However, just a few seconds after taking a few deep breaths, when Miyahito's focused gaze landed on the game screen, which had already entered the boss raid phase...

"Hey~" A whisper filled with ultimate seduction rang in his ear. "Miyahito, stop playing the game, okay? I'm right here beside you~~"

Crack—!

Instantly having his defenses broken, Miyahito almost crushed the controller in his hands.

With lightning speed, in the blink of an eye, Miyahito escaped from Utaha's embrace.

Blushing furiously and covering his ears, he cowered in a corner, trembling like a rabbit chased into a dead end, looking at his loosely dressed girlfriend with a panicked gaze.

Good lord, you don't know until you look, and when you do, it's a shock.

Only then did Miyahito realize that he had been so focused on his game that he hadn't noticed his girlfriend had changed her pajamas.

No, what Utaha was wearing now couldn't even be called pajamas!

It was literally the basketball jersey he wore when playing basketball, and she was only wearing the sleeveless top! Looking at those fair, smooth, slender, and toned long legs, Utaha wasn't even wearing safety shorts!

This damn, ultimate temptation!

"Hmm?" Tilting her head slightly, letting a lock of her fragrant, alluring long hair drape over her shoulder, Utaha blinked her wine-red eyes seductively. "Why are you hiding so far away? Miyahito~~"

"...."

Miyahito slowly turned around, put his hands behind his head, and faced away from Utaha, saying nothing.

As time ticked by second by second, gradually, the facade Utaha was putting on was about to crumble.

What does this mean?

What does this mean! I'm pushing through an exploding sense of shame, trying to fulfill my duties as a girlfriend! And you just give me this kind of attitude! What is the meaning of this!!!

Feeling that her dignity as a woman was severely challenged, Utaha's competitive spirit was completely ignited. With a darkened face, she slapped the carpet hard.

"Miyahito! Turn around and look at me right now!"

".....No."

'#'! (Vein popping)

It's clenched! My fists are clenched!

The smile at the corner of her mouth twitching uncontrollably, Utaha slowly stood up and walked with heavy steps over to Miyahito, who was hiding in the corner.

Bending her knees, she knelt on either side of his thighs and forcefully sat down right on her boyfriend's lap.

Using both palms, she forcefully cupped Miyahito's cheeks, lifting his face in an unrefusable manner, forcing her gaze to meet his.

For a moment, both of them fell into an ambiguous standoff filled with a pink, romantic atmosphere.

A short while later.

"....Am I... not pretty?" This sudden question bursting from Utaha's mouth caused Miyahito's thoughts to stall for a few seconds.

Then. "You're pretty."

Although up until now, Miyahito still couldn't figure out what was wrong with Utaha tonight, that didn't stop him from choosing the correct option.

"....Is my body... not good?"

"Good, very good, so good it's impossible to let go!"

Hearing her boyfriend's blunt flirting, the shame that Utaha had suppressed with her competitive spirit peeked out a bit, and she averted her gaze slightly, her cheeks blushing.

But the next second, realizing this look was a bit undignified, she brought her gaze back, staring straight into Miyahito's pupils.

After ten seconds of silence, as if admitting defeat, Miyahito suddenly relaxed his entire body.

Raising his hands to embrace (or rather, since she's straddling him?) Utaha, with a face showing a mix of helplessness and amusement, he lifted his forehead and gently pressed it against his girlfriend's firm, full forehead.

"Hey Utaha, what on earth is wrong with you tonight?"

Asked like this, Utaha was momentarily speechless, her gaze dodging as she began to stammer, refusing to answer the question directly.

However, just as Miyahito had no way to resist his Utaha, Utaha was equally unable to refuse her Miyahito.

"Actually, today at noon, during lunch break..."