Chapter 416

"Are you doing this on purpose?"

I asked the moment I met Hiyori. She replied with a perfectly innocent expression.

"About what?"

"Didn't I tell you to dress properly?"

"What's wrong with this?"

Hiyori was wearing highly revealing clothes again today.

She wasn't wearing a shirt as tight as last time, but it still bared her midriff as a matter of course, and she had on a pair of ripped denim shorts.

Even making allowances for fashion, they were far too ripped.

The hem was incredibly short to begin with, but adding enough distressing to show patches of bare skin was taking it a step too far.

Was it a relief that her rear was at least fully covered? I was dumbfounded by Hiyori's exhibitionism and her rebellious streak.

"Don't you think your outfit is a bit much?"

"Not at all. This is just how people dress in the summer."

"Your parents didn't say anything when you left?"

"Mom and Dad went to work early."

"So you snuck out. Didn't I tell you to dress properly?"

"Yeah."

"Then why didn't you listen?"

"I did listen. From my perspective, this outfit is proper."

"Are you going to keep talking back?"

"Yes."

Hiyori seemed to be in a very good mood today.

I figured it was because my current hairstyle was exactly what she had wanted.

"I figured you'd do this, so I brought something."

"Brought what?"

"Clothes for you to change into."

"...Are you joking?"

Hiyori's beaming expression turned utterly baffled.

What kind of expression would she make if she found out it was actually a spare change of clothes in case she made a mess when she came?

I was intensely curious.

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

"No, but... am I not even allowed to wear the clothes I want?"

"You can. At home."

"So you're saying you want to be the only one who sees...! Isn't that a bit much?"

"It's fine when it comes to you. Let's go inside somewhere and get you changed."

"I don't want to."

"Follow me."

"I said no."

"I'll give you a Suichu."

"Ah, what do you mean, Suichu...! Didn't you tell me to buy them myself?"

"I bought some."

"Do you really think handing me that will make me follow you?"

"Here."

I pulled a long, rectangular stick from my pocket and held it out. Hiyori smacked her lips once, then trotted over to me.

She reached out to take it... but I smoothly pulled my hand back right at that moment, earning me a whine laced with adorable annoyance.

"Why...!"

"I'll give it to you if you follow me."

"Even kidnappers don't use lines like that these days. It's so cliché."

"Let's go."

"Go where?"

"A multimedia cafe. I have a place in mind."

"Do the rooms have air conditioning?"

"They do."

"Fine. But I'm still not changing my clothes."

"Then at least throw them on over what you have."

"I can do that."

"You're easy to kidnap."

"I do tend to be a bit too trusting."

Exchanging silly banter, we made our way to a nearby multimedia cafe.

After grabbing a room in a secluded corner and ordering some food, we headed inside with a stack of comic books.

The floor of the room was covered with a thick black mat, about half the size of a standard mattress.

It wasn't exactly soft, but it wasn't too hard either—it felt a bit like an operating table.

Between the material being perfect for secret activities and the room being completely enclosed, blood was already rushing to my lower half.

I felt like this place was going to become a regular spot.

"Just for the record, I'm not going to your place today, sunbae-nim."

Hiyori spoke as she lay spread-eagle in the room, covered by a Blanket.

Having set the small shopping bag of clothes in the corner, I sat down right next to her waist.

"Did I ask you to?"

"I'm just saying."

It seemed she was still conscious of what I'd said last time about sleeping over.

Come to think of it, Miyuki had said the exact same thing to me yesterday.

It gave me a slightly strange feeling.

"What comics did you bring?"

"Adult ones."

"How are these adult? The covers are all action."

"Exactly."

"You're always so sneaky."

"What did you bring? Romance?"

"Yep."

"How sneaky."

"What part of that is sneaky?"

"Just everything."

"Stop reaching so hard, would you?"

"That's what I always say to you."

"Are you taking revenge? How childish."

Slide.

I placed my hand on Hiyori's stomach as she stubbornly argued. Feeling my touch through the Blanket, her mouth snapped firmly shut.

She looked as if she had just remembered what happened last time.

Curling up one corner of my lips, I looked down at her with a patronizing gaze and said, "Read your comics quietly."

"...So annoying."

That annoyance wasn't directed at me; it was more like a complaint aimed at herself.

It had to be frustrating for her—her mouth was always on the offensive, yet her body turned utterly submissive at the slightest touch.

With her type, once the floodgates opened, it would pour out without end.

To ensure a future where she would get wet every day just from remembering how hot it was with me, I needed to make her feel it to the absolute limit today.

Just as I finished that thought, a knock came at the door, and I opened it.

I took the food tray from the employee and set it down on the table under the TV.

"You ordered a frappe?"

"Yes."

"Why do you like sweet things so much?"

"Because they're delicious."

"Valid reason."

"Pull me up."

"Get up yourself."

"Hurry."

She raised both hands toward me, wiggling them impatiently.

Clicking my tongue, I grabbed her arms with feigned reluctance and pulled her upper body up.

A seductive smile bloomed across Hiyori's pretty face.

If she had just smiled innocently, I might have taken it a little easier on her, but that expression ignited my competitive spirit.

I was going to make her come over and over again today.

The timing to fondle Hiyori didn't present itself so easily.

It was because she kept ordering food.

Why was she stuffing her face like that when her stomach wasn't even that big?

I wondered if she had caught on to my intentions and was constantly calling the staff over so I couldn't touch her.

"Did you call?"

"Yes, please clear these away."

"Understood."

Hiyori handed over the empty trays stacked on the table, and the employee replied with an awkward smile before taking them away.

Looking around the once-again tidy room, I washed my mouth out with my Americano and shot an incredulous look at Hiyori, who was already glancing at the menu again.

"Did you come here to eat?"

"Isn't eating a big part of the appeal in places like this? Besides, I'm especially hungry today."

"Didn't you eat with your friends?"

"No. I saved my appetite to eat when I met you, sunbae-nim. At this rate, I'm going to turn into a pig."

"Nothing to brag about. What are you ordering next?"

"The karaage set."

"Let me see."

Stepping right into Hiyori's personal space, I watched her slender, long fingers point at a mouthwatering picture.

"Looks good, right?"

Truthfully, I couldn't even see the picture.

The faint scent of lemon wafting into my nose and the incredibly erotic view of her cleavage from above commanded all my attention.

"It does look good."

"Should I order it?"

This was the perfect timing.

Judging as much, I moved behind Hiyori and sat down with my back leaning against the wall.

Then, I grabbed the Blanket resting on the mat, which was covering only her lower half, and pulled, dragging her right into my embrace.

"Whoa...? Ah, why are you bothering me...!"

Dragged over helplessly, Hiyori immediately started complaining.

With the back of her head buried against my chest, I placed a hand near her solar plexus and wordlessly began to press down on the surrounding area.

An immediate reaction followed.

Her entire body flinched, and she snapped her head to the side.

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

"I'm giving you that kneading massage you like."

"Suddenly...? You told me to read my comics quietly...!"

"So read them."

"How am I supposed to read while you're doing this...!?"

"Why wouldn't you be able to? It's a comfortable position."

Calmly brushing off her protests, I curled my fingers and lightly scratched the soft area under her breasts.

"Hah...!"

Hiyori immediately curled in on herself, her back sliding all the way down against me.

Not missing the opportunity, I rested my chin on her shoulder and softly stroked her supple skin.

"W-wait... don't do this...!"

Her voice grew urgent, as if she had already started feeling it from the ticklish sensation.

Ignoring her pleas with silence, I caressed her stomach agonizingly slowly, as if tracing every single fine hair.

Under her breasts, her solar plexus, her ribs, down to her slender waist and smooth lower belly.

As my hands roamed in that order, a long, heavy breath escaped Hiyori's nose, and her legs parted slightly.

"Huuuh..."

Watching her, I blew a soft breath into her ear.

Her shoulders jerked up instantly, and as her body trembled violently like she was experiencing an earthquake, I seized the opening to slip my hand even further down.

Click.

The button of her shorts caught on the tip of my long middle finger.

I unfastened it expertly. I gave her stomach a reassuring pat as she flinched in surprise, and then, slide...

I stealthily slid my hand through the parted opening of her shorts.

"S-sunbae-nim...! I haven't..."

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Hiyori's legs flailed wildly, the soles of her feet repeatedly kicking the thick mat.

It was a frantic motion meant to somehow thwart my goal. But my hand was already touching her pubic mound, feeling the soft fabric of her panties.

"Ah...! W-wai—"

I pressed my cheek completely flush against hers just as she desperately tried to speak.

Her mouth instantly snapped shut, like a clam snapping closed to protect itself from a predator.

Gulp.

A moment later, the sound of her swallowing dryly reached my ears.

Thinking of how distinct that sound was, I felt the tremors coursing through her entire body and pushed her panties aside.

"Ah...!!"

She let out a rather loud, moan-like gasp as I firmly pressed down near her labia.

There was a slight bit of resistance, but my fingers slid right in like I was pressing into soft pudding.

The sensation was incredible. It was so vivid it almost felt as if I could feel the microscopic twitches of her muscles.

"Haaah...!!"

Thinking that Hiyori's moans—laced with both dismay and an inexplicable arousal—sounded absolutely wonderful, I arched my fingers and began to tease and caress her most sensitive spot.