Chapter 411

"Why is your skin so cold? You need to take some deer antler."

Hiyori's lips twitched in a pout at my words as I blatantly massaged her stomach.

"What deer antler...? Don't talk like an old man."

"I'm just worried about you. Why are you complaining so much?"

"Because I want to."

"Then nagging you is my choice, too."

"That's childish... Ah!"

Hiyori let out a sudden, loud shriek mid-sentence.

I had gently pinched the flesh at her waist.

Dumbfounded by her making such a fuss when it couldn't possibly hurt, I spoke.

"Does it hurt?"

"It hurts."

"Stop lying."

"I'm not lying. It really stings right now. This is violence."

"Is it that bad?"

"It is. Please don't touch me."

"Don't touch you?"

"Right. My body is—Hyaah!?"

Hiyori's waist arched high into the air before slamming back down.

Pressing down firmly on her lower belly produced quite the reaction.

It was a spot anyone would be sensitive about, but Hiyori seemed especially responsive to it.

"Wh-what are you doing...!"

"Touching your belly. By the way, have you been working out lately?"

"...No."

"You should."

"I don't have belly fat, you know. And working out alone is boring."

"You can do it with me."

"I was planning to."

Having regained her composure, Hiyori scooted slightly to the side.

She wasn't making room for me to lie down; she was just putting some distance between us out of embarrassment.

"Right. Just make sure you call before you come over."

"Because Hanazawa sunbae might be here?"

"No. Circumstances just worked out perfectly for us to hang out today, but there's no guarantee it'll be like this next time."

"I'm pretty sure it's because of Hanazawa sunbae."

"Think whatever you want."

Replying indifferently, I lightly patted Hiyori's stomach.

Pat! It made a surprisingly crisp sound.

Chuckling to myself, I gently brushed the fabric of the sullen Hiyori's shorts.

"You're not wearing panties again? What are you, some kind of exhibitionist?"

"...I am wearing them. Why wouldn't I be?"

There was a reason, of course.

She had gotten them wet before leaving her house.

Swallowing those words, I scolded Hiyori, whose lips were stuck out in a prominent pout.

"Aren't you going to fix your face?"

"What."

"Where are your manners?"

"Matsumatsu."

"What."

"Sunbae, are you aware that you're an incredibly selfish and terrible person?"

"Yeah."

"Really?"

"I just said I am."

"Then how can you be so shameless?"

"You're pretty shameless yourself. Besides, you probably don't even know what being truly bad looks like."

"I do, actually."

"I doubt it."

"Then show me."

Had she already forgotten her reaction from earlier?

Her attempt at provoking me was... truly laughable.

Still, since she asked for it, it was only right to oblige.

With that thought, I moved my hand toward Hiyori's thigh.

Tap.

Was she startled by the sensation of her thigh being lightly touched?

Hiyori flinched like a poked earthworm.

She tried hard to feign composure, but I could see the previous tension rushing back.

"You're such a pervert..."

Hiyori tried to reprimand me, though her voice had shrunk to a whisper.

Grinning at her, I answered confidently.

"I am."

"..."

Left speechless, Hiyori kicked her legs about to make it harder for me to touch her.

It was her own way of protesting—a statement that she wouldn't surrender her body so easily.

Not that it did any good.

Silently kneading her long, slender legs as impassively as a doctor examining a patient, I spoke up.

"I'll have to feed you a lot from now on."

"What's with that tone? Are you trying to raise livestock?"

"I didn't say that. You're just twisting my words."

"No, I'm not... And earlier you said I needed to work out..."

"You can work out and eat a lot. You just shouldn't eat random junk."

"I'm going to eat whatever I want. Don't try to control me."

The classic tone of a rebellious teenage girl.

If anyone else had said that, I would have scolded them for their attitude, but from Hiyori, it just sounded cute.

"How long are you going to keep touching me...?"

Hearing her question dripping with embarrassment, I judged it was time to take things to a more daring level.

I had absolutely no intention of stopping at her thighs.

We had engaged in much heavier physical contact in the car; it would be a terrible shame to end it here.

I continued warming her cold skin with my body heat, and right as she began letting out languid breaths, I straightened my index finger.

Then, I slid that index finger toward her inner thigh.

To be exact, I pressed it against the diagonal stretch of her groin crease.

"Uuht!?"

The moment my finger touched that extremely sensitive area, Hiyori let out a swooning moan.

Her legs clamped shut immediately from the stimulation, and her hand instinctively grabbed my arm...

Offering a gentle smile at her thoroughly flustered reaction, I began slowly stroking her smooth skin up and down.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say the groin crease was one of the most erotic parts of the human body.

It practically bordered the genitals, and the thin layer of skin there ensured that whoever was touched felt a tremendous surge of arousal.

Miyuki, of course, as well as Renka, and even Chinami... None of them ever disliked having this spot touched.

"Huu..."

Hiyori swallowed hard, her eyes rapidly growing hazy. Seeing her body go limp, it was clear she was no different from those three.

As a bonus, it felt subtly good for the person doing the touching as well. It truly was a perfect body part.

"Does it feel good?"

"...I never said it felt good..."

"Really? I thought you were enjoying it. Guess I was mistaken?"

"I don't know..."

Her youthful innocence as she answered with an incredibly shy expression, half-hiding her face behind a blanket, nearly brought a fatherly smile to my lips despite the strange atmosphere.

That same shyness was evident in her body beneath the blanket, which soon brought me a massive surge of arousal as well.

Thanks to her legs restlessly squirming and clamping shut, the finger resting on her groin crease shifted and unintentionally brushed against her precious spot.

It was an incredibly soft sensation, coming from an area that normally would have been protected by panties.

Hiyori's languid eyes snapped wide open, and an erotic moan slipped from her lips.

"Haah...!"

Her completely raw reaction made me feel a bit awkward.

Hiyori must have felt the same, as she let out a pointless fake cough and fanned her flushed face with her hand.

Since it was an unintentional touch, we both could have smoothly moved past the situation if we'd just pretended not to notice...

But when she acted like this, I had no choice but to be mischievous.

Hiyori had brought this upon herself.

"Sorry."

Hiyori's eyebrows twitched at the apology, which made it abundantly clear I knew exactly what I had touched.

"F-for what!"

"Nothing."

"What is it...! Why are you apologizing...!"

"Why are you suddenly dropping your honorifics?"

"Because I want to...!"

"And I apologized because I wanted to."

"That kind of excuse... Aaaah...! W-wait a second...!!"

As I moved my halted index finger and began stimulating her groin crease again, Hiyori twisted her body intensely.

Her reaction seemed somewhat similar to Renka's, but a bit more dynamic.

Like a spoonful... no, two spoonfuls of restlessness had been added. I liked it very much.

Taking it a step further, I pressed down hard with the tip of my index finger. "Hyaaaa!!"

Screaming loud enough to bring the house down, Hiyori jerked her upper body upright.

Seeing her tightly clenched fists trembling, I figured the pleasure had shot straight to the top of her head.

She definitely seemed to have felt it, yet I couldn't understand why I still had this urge to keep seeing her reactions.

"...I'm going to leave now."

Hiyori muttered, wriggling her legs with her head bowed deeply.

It wasn't the case for me at all, but for her, today's escalation must have felt quite sudden.

So I completely understood her reaction.

Nodding agreeably without any lingering regret, I grabbed my car keys from the TV stand.

Then, I added in a passing tone.

"Next time, stay the night."

"..."

Because I was opening the window without looking at Hiyori, I couldn't see her expression.

Nor did I know what she was thinking.

Given her rebellious nature, a spirit of defiance might have flared up, or she might have resolved to wear her best lingerie next time.

Whatever it was, it was a win for me.

I had given her a sufficient preview of things to come.

The next time we met, a level of intensity completely incomparable to today would be waiting for her.

And Hiyori was surely aware of that fact, too.

"I'll head to the car first,"

Hiyori declared as she swiftly walked past me.

Chuckling at that, I was about to grab a 500ml water bottle from the fridge when I spotted something in the corner of the living room. One corner of my mouth curled up.

Grabbing it and heading outside, I called out to Hiyori just as she was about to open the front gate.

"Hey."

"What."

"Aren't you taking this with you?"

In my hand was a heavy, bulging black plastic bag.

Spotting it, Hiyori freaked out and rushed over to snatch the bag from me.

"Give it...!"

"Do you have to be so fierce about it?"

"I wasn't being fierce...!"

"Alright."

Glaring at me as though my nonchalance was an eyesore, Hiyori pushed her lips out in a pout, let out a huff through her nose, and turned around.

Through the leg of her short shorts as she strode toward me on those long legs just now, I thought I caught a slight glimpse of her groin crease and the labia next to it.

It seemed to have a faint glisten—or was I mistaken?

I did catch a glimpse of the middle of her shorts being damp, so I probably wasn't mistaken.

Trying to recall the scene that had flashed by in that brief instant, I followed Hiyori—who was distancing herself again—out of the house.

I wanted to play around more, but I decided to let her off the hook since she seemed to want to mull over today's events in her own private space.