Chapter 143: No no no! What am I thinking?

Following such a Hell Gate related article, at a timing when Kazui looked through several articles of casual incidents, a sound of the door opening came from the entrance.

(Yuri came home.)

The dining kitchen and entrance were connected by a short passage, so a state close to direct.

Immediately Yuri in a combat uniform carrying a backpack entered the dining kitchen.

"I’m home."

Kazui moved his gaze from the newspaper to Yuri.

"Welcome back. You were early."

"I came home pretty hurriedly, but heat still hadn’t started?"

At Yuri’s question, Kazui nodded.

"That I didn’t go into heat until you came home means I might not have needed to hurry home even using a bus."

That he did not go into heat until Yuri came home meant Kazui too, even without using a bus and hurrying home, would have gotten by without going into heat until returning home.

"Maybe."

After returning words to Kazui, Yuri asked.

"Did you shower?"

"Well, I was pretty dirty."

"I’ll shower too."

Yuri took off the backpack, placed it on the dining kitchen floor, and while starting to walk toward the changing room continued words.

"Being held by me still dirty, Kazu would hate it too."

"Well, thanks for the consideration."

In a subtle mood, Kazui said words like thanks to Yuri heading to the changing room.

Hearing Yuri’s words, the sense of reality of ending up having sex with a man strengthened more.

From the changing room and bathroom side, the sound of shower hot water was heard.

Kazui understood Yuri was washing his body.

Suddenly Kazui pictured Yuri’s naked body.

Naked he had seen many times when in Japan, in the pool changing room, and when entering the bath on school trips.

Yuri was tall, but had a slender feminine build.

Facial features and hairstyle were also feminine, an appearance sometimes mistaken for a tall girl.

(Well, just the appearance being womanly might make it easier. I might be able to think I’m taking on a woman.)

Kazui choosing Yuri as partner, being best friends was the biggest reason.

In addition, when Yuri returned to a man he himself was the partner, so having that returned was also a big reason.

No matter that he was in a woman’s body, a man who wanted to be the partner of himself who was originally a man would not exist, Kazui thought.

That was why he thought Yuri would not be able to refuse being his partner.

Unexpectedly a volunteer called Tint appeared, but as he originally thought Kazui decided to ask Yuri to be the partner.

One of the reasons was Yuri’s feminine appearance.

If taking on a man anyway, at least appearance being feminine seemed mentally easier to Kazui.

(Tint is also the handsome type, but the manly type. With women Tint would go over better, but I’m a man, so like Yuri is better.)

After thinking that, Kazui rephrased in his heart.

(Well, only in the sense of comparatively better. Even a girlish face, a man is a man.)

While skimming the newspaper roughly, during thinking, the shower sound stopped. Following, a sound of a door opening and closing.

(He finished. When he comes here, what happens if heat starts, I’ll hear the experience story for reference.)

Before long Yuri in a white T-shirt and navy half pants opened the changing room door and appeared.

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"Heat... not yet?"

Asked by Yuri, Kazui answered.

"Not yet."

"I see."

While exchanging conversation, Yuri who felt thirst moved in front of the refrigerator and took a milk bottle from inside.

Sitting in the seat facing across the table, Yuri started drinking milk.

"When you go into heat, what kind of feel does it become?"

While reading the newspaper, Kazui asked Yuri in as casual a tone as he could manage.

"...You want unbearably to do it with a man."

"I know that, but what kind of feel does it start?"

"In my case, maybe because Kazu was nearby, while looking at Kazu I started thinking doing it with Kazu... would feel good, and ended up thinking only about doing it with Kazu."

Yuri himself did not want to remember it much, so with a subtle expression he continued words.

"...I endured for a few minutes, but I couldn’t endure and did what I thought."

"Doing it with a man wasn’t unpleasant?"

"Unpleasant, but desire was stronger, a feel of being swept along. From midway it was a feel of no leeway to mind it."

"In other words in my case, while looking at Yuri, if I think it seems like it would feel good, or end up thinking only about doing it with Yuri, that means I’m in heat?"

"Probably it becomes that."

"I feel like I’d never think that kind of thing..."

Casually Kazui moved his gaze from the newspaper to Yuri.

Then Kazui’s gaze poured on Yuri’s lips.

(Sexy lips... if I kissed it would feel good.)

Staring at Yuri’s lips, a few seconds after muttering that kind of thing in his heart, Kazui was aghast.

(Eh? What? Me... what did I just think?)

Thinking something the usual himself would never think, Kazui was surprised and panicked.

Kazui moved his gaze from Yuri to the newspaper and tried to calm himself.

(No way, that just now?)

The thought that heat might have started rose in Kazui’s head.

(No, I haven’t thought as far as... doing it with Yuri!)

He denied heat in his heart, but Kazui’s gaze unconsciously turned toward Yuri again and stared at those lips.

(Lips... better not look.)

Kazui immediately averted his gaze from Yuri’s lips.

Where he averted, there was the right hand gripping the milk bottle.

(Pretty fingers.)

The scene of his chest and crotch being played with by Yuri’s fingertips, Kazui pictured.

(No no no! What am I thinking?)

Kazui put on a panicked expression and returned his gaze to the newspaper again.

He tried not to think, but the form of himself being caressed by Yuri’s fingertips rising in his head, Kazui could not stop.

Yuri drank up the milk, placed the milk bottle on the table, and asked Kazui.

"...Did it start?"

Noticing Kazui’s gaze and the expression of a feel of panicking and being confused, Yuri sensed.

Apparently Kazui’s heat had started.

"No, not particularly... it hasn’t started."

At Yuri’s question, Kazui played dumb.

But at the awkwardness of unintentionally picturing himself having various things done by Yuri, Kazui swam his gaze.

"You think? Your state is strange, so I thought it started."

Yuri stood, walked toward Kazui, and stood behind.

In a feel of embracing Kazui, he circled both hands to the chest and lightly kneaded reservedly.

"Fueh?"

At the same time as surprise, feeling strong pleasure in the chest, Kazui unintentionally raised a stupid voice.