Chapter 66: Senpai Really is Such A Thoughtful Man!

After climaxing together, Kitahara finally went still. Yumi lay limp against the cushions, utterly spent. Her cheeks were flushed a deep rose, damp strands of hair clung to her temple, and her eyelids drooped as though lifting them had become an enormous task.

From her vagina flowed the white fluid of semens and virgin blood, looking extraordinarily beautiful...

Even in her exhaustion there was a fragile, luminous beauty about her, and Kitahara found himself unable to look away.

She shifted weakly, pressing her knees together to keep the semens from spilling out, and a fresh wave of embarrassment colored her face.

She turned her eyes aside, her voice barely above a whisper. "Senpai... I’m so tired. Can you take me home?"

Kitahara’s expression softened. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, then her lips, slow and unhurried.

"Of course," he murmured.

Kitahara then cleaned her up carefully. He gathered her clothes and helped her dress, one piece at a time, fastening each button as if she were something precious that might break. Yumi sat docilely and let him, her heart fluttering strangely at the quiet attentiveness of it.

But when she tried to stand, the world tilted. Her knees buckled, her vision swam, and a sharp, deep soreness flared through her lower body, making her gasp softly.

Kitahara quickly steadied her and said apologetically, "I’m sorry, Yumi-chan. I was too rough with you..."

"No, it’s not your fault, senpai!" Yumi shook her head quickly, clutching his sleeve. Her voice wavered with a shy, self-deprecating note. "It’s because I’m not good enough yet... I’m still so inexperienced."

Guilt flickered across his face. He tightened his hold and said gently, "Then let me make it up to you. Whatever you need, whatever you want, just say the word."

Yumi looked up at him, wide-eyed. Something warm and sweet unfurled in her chest, and all her lingering tiredness and soreness seemed to melt away.

Senpai really is such a thoughtful man, she thought! A small smile tugging at her lips as she leaned into his shoulder, completely won over.

"Senpai, we wasted the movie tickets just now. We didn’t even get to watch the movie!"

Matsuda Yumi glanced back toward the cinema and sighed softly. There was still a hint of disappointment in her eyes. They had bought the tickets in advance, and yet after everything that had happened, the movie had become completely irrelevant.

"It wasn’t wasted," Kitahara replied with a smile. "Compared to the movie, I think Yumi-chan is much more captivating."

"Really...?"

Yumi blinked.

A second later, her cheeks became slightly red.

"Hmph. I didn’t expect Kitahara-senpai to be so good at saying things like that."

Kitahara chuckled. "Then, do you like it?"

"I like it!" Yumi answered almost immediately.

The words came out so naturally that even she was surprised by how quickly she had responded.

Tonight had gone far beyond what she had expected.

When she had agreed to go on a date with Kitahara, she had prepared herself for a relatively ordinary evening. They would watch a movie, have dinner, walk around for a while, and perhaps talk about their feelings.

That was what she had imagined.

She had never expected things between them to develop so quickly.

In fact, before today, Yumi had always believed that Kitahara-senpai would be rather inexperienced when it came to romance.

After all, he had never had a girlfriend before. His personality also wasn’t the aggressive or overly proactive type. Whenever they interacted, he seemed calm and composed, making Yumi think that he probably didn’t know much about the subtle things that happened between a man and a woman who were attracted to each other.

She had thought she would have to take the initiative herself.

But reality had completely overturned her expectations.

Kitahara was surprisingly good at it.

Very good, in fact.

Yumi couldn’t help wondering whether he had secretly gained some experience before meeting her, or whether he had simply figured everything out by himself.

Perhaps he was just naturally talented.

Thinking about it made her cheeks grow warmer.

But after a moment, Yumi decided that it didn’t really matter.

Whether Kitahara had experience or not was no longer important.

What mattered was that they liked each other.

There was a genuine attraction between them, and she could feel it clearly.

If she deliberately dug into every little detail of his past, she might only create unnecessary trouble for herself.

As long as the two of them were happy together, that was enough.

For Yumi, being able to reach this point was already wonderful.

She quietly smiled. Then, remembering something, she reached into the shoulder bag she had been carrying all evening.

"Senpai, there’s something I want to give you."

She carefully took out an exquisite photo frame.

"I wasn’t sure what kind of gift I should give you, so I brought a photo of myself. I hope you can put it on your desk." Yumi hesitated for a moment before adding in a slightly embarrassed voice, "This request... isn’t too much, is it?"

Kitahara accepted the frame.

He looked down at the photograph inside and examined it carefully.

The picture had clearly been taken several years ago.

The girl in the photograph looked younger than the Yumi standing in front of him now. Her features were softer, and there was still a youthful innocence in her expression.

She looked like a flower bud in early spring, fresh and delicate, with a quiet charm hidden beneath her youthful appearance.

Most striking of all was her smile.

It was bright and natural, the kind of smile that could unconsciously draw someone’s attention and make their mood improve with just one glance.

Kitahara looked at the photograph for a few seconds before smiling.

"I really like it."

Yumi’s eyes immediately brightened. "Really?"

"Of course. It’s not too much at all, Yumi-chan. I’ll put it on my desk as soon as I get home." He carefully held the frame in his hands. "You put quite a lot of thought into this gift."

"That’s great!"

Yumi practically jumped with happiness.

She had actually been worrying about this gift since the previous night.

She had spent a long time thinking about what she could give Kitahara.

Something too cheap felt inappropriate. She was afraid he might think that she hadn’t put enough effort into it.

But something expensive was even more troublesome.

How expensive could she possibly make it?

Kitahara could casually purchase a mansion worth two hundred million yen. Compared with that kind of wealth, an ordinary luxury item probably wouldn’t mean much to him.

What she really wanted was something that represented her own feelings.

That was the difficult part.

She didn’t want to simply buy something expensive. She wanted Kitahara to look at the gift and think of her.

Yumi had been thinking about it for hours when, by chance, she noticed the old photo frame sitting beside her bed.

An idea suddenly occurred to her. Why not give him a photograph? After all, that photograph was one of her favorites.

It showed a younger version of herself, but it was also a part of her life that she wanted to share with him.

So she had taken the photograph out, had someone prepare a beautiful new frame for it, and carefully brought it with her on today’s date.

She hadn’t expected Kitahara to genuinely like it this much.

Seeing his reaction, Yumi felt a warmth spread through her chest.

She had chosen the right gift.

After carefully putting the photo frame into his bag, Kitahara noticed that Yumi had given him something without receiving anything in return.

He couldn’t simply let her go home empty-handed.

Fortunately, there was still a flower shop open nearby.

Kitahara walked inside and soon came out carrying a bouquet of fresh flowers.

"Here." He handed it to Yumi.

"For me?" Yumi looked at the flowers in surprise.

"Of course."

Although the bouquet had been bought on impulse, Yumi’s eyes still lit up as she accepted it.

"Thank you, Senpai!" She hugged the flowers against her chest, unable to hide her happiness.

It wasn’t the price that mattered. She simply liked the feeling of receiving something from him.

And as if that wasn’t enough, Kitahara also walked her all the way to her doorstep.

Standing outside her home with the bouquet in her arms, Yumi looked back at him with a bright smile.

Today’s date had been far more perfect than she had imagined.

She would definitely remember it for a long time.

...

After finally saying goodbye to Yumi, Kitahara turned around and quickly hailed a taxi.

"Driver, to Chiyoda Ward, please." He glanced out the window as the city lights flashed past.

Tonight had gone extremely well!