"W-wait, I was just saying you should cross-dress!" Kamuro attempted to counterattack Kaoru, wanting to reclaim the initiative—otherwise, the situation was becoming unbearably awkward for her.
"Does Masumi still want to take off her clothes?"
Kaoru blinked, having already discerned that Kamuro had mostly regained her sobriety.
Kamuro's face burned with embarrassment.
She knew she had been drunk earlier, but could she admit that now?
Not only was it impossible, but the lingering alcohol continued to numb her nerves.
The scalding blood rushing through her veins stimulated her hormones throughout her body.
Logically, she should despise Kaoru toying with her delicate feet, yet the alcohol amplified the peculiar sensation of being played with.
This thrill of secretly enjoying something she knew she shouldn't brought Kamuro an inexplicable joy.
Unbeknownst to her, the feelings she was experiencing were exactly what she imagined a bar would evoke—under the combined stimulation of alcohol, lighting, and music, a young body is tempted by primal instincts, gradually giving rise to longing and desire.
Although this wasn't a bar, the enclosed environment, the effects of alcohol, and the presence of someone she liked right before her eyes similarly bestowed upon Kamuro a peculiar sensation.
Her mind was unsettled, as if a hole had opened in her stomach lining.
Her entire body felt abnormally feverish, leaving her at a loss.
"But if it makes Masumi happy, I could even wear women's clothing."
Kaoru spoke with clear hesitation, "There's a women's clothing store on the first floor. At worst, I'll just buy an outfit."
Kamuro suddenly froze, then burst into laughter, laughing so hard that Kaoru's face darkened.
"What's so funny? Isn't this what you asked for?"
"So you were actually considering cross-dressing? If I told Sakayanagi that, she'd definitely go 'ah—'..."
Just as Kamuro was laughing heartily, Kaoru expressionlessly began playing with her calf, his fingertips gradually moving upward until they brushed against her plump thigh.
Her initially cheerful expression instantly turned even more flushed.
Biting her lower lip, she pushed against Kaoru's shoulders with both hands, trying to stop his upward movement.
Her gaze was fierce, but soon it couldn't help but glisten with a hazy moisture.
No matter who it was, subjected to Kaoru's teasing, they would likely show a pleading expression.
Though she wore safety shorts, her snow-white, full thighs could not escape Kaoru's grasp.
The tall, soft body before him was enough to provoke any man's desire to dominate.
Unconsciously, Kamuro's pushing hands transformed into a tight grip on him.
She desperately suppressed the sounds rising in her throat, her breathing growing heavy.
Kaoru had initially only intended to teach her a lesson, but whether it was her curvaceous, satisfyingly firm buttocks or her dazzling thighs, everything about her was enough to excite him.
And so, his fingertips reached the edge of her safety shorts. Kamuro bit her lip and stared at him, offering no resistance.
Seeing that expression, Kaoru's heart raced wildly.
Anyone with half a brain could guess what the girl was thinking.
"Masumi..."
His soft call brought Kamuro somewhat back to her senses.
Meeting his gaze, her thoughts in disarray and her cheeks flushed, she whispered.
"Go on. You like me anyway. All men want this, especially a pervert like you."
Under normal circumstances, she would never say such a thing.
The last time she'd allowed him to look lower was likely just a momentary lapse of judgment.
But today, she had been drinking.
"I just wanted you to have a good time today."Kaoru took a deep breath. "Actually, this afternoon..."
"I heard you've been accompanying them on dates all along."
Kamuro looked down at him slightly, a few strands of hair falling as her fair neck was perfectly displayed.
With flushed cheeks, she tried to appear nonchalant. "Just counting their names makes me think you're too exhausted."
After spending Valentine's Day with them, followed by Kamuro's birthday—such time management and energy were certainly beyond ordinary endurance.
"Rarely is it your birth..."
"It doesn't matter. I never cared in the first place. Birthdays are just symbols, dates marked on the calendar. I don't care about any sense of ceremony."
"Isn't it because you have no friends?"
"How much do you love using that joke?"
Kamuro gritted her teeth, then relaxed. "Forget it. I don't think it matters anyway. Would you not like me if today didn't exist?"
Kaoru froze.
He had just noticed Kamuro mentioning "like," and now she said this—did it mean she acknowledged their relationship was special?
"Has Masumi accepted my confession?"
Kamuro immediately turned her head. "I didn't say that. You liking me doesn't mean I like you. It's just that, considering you like me, I occasionally keep you company."
So many stubborn people—probably enough to form a mahjong table.
Kaoru pulled her into his embrace.
She was surprised but remained silent.
"You're hard."
Kamuro simply stated her observation, since she was now sitting in Kaoru's lap.
"Because Masumi is in my arms."
Kamuro realized it wasn't just him.
When his breath touched her earlobe, just leaning in to speak, her body had reacted on its own, heating up in a way that was too embarrassing to mention.
Fortunately, he hadn't removed her safety shorts earlier, so she was still safe.
"Can't you move it away?"
Kamuro had never seen the real thing, only heard fragmented explanations.
What if she accidentally soiled her clothes?
"Maybe you could move a little?"
Kaoru was surprised she wasn't resisting as usual, instead allowing him to hold her in his arms.
Kamuro shifted slightly, only to feel the troublesome thing pressing against her as if retaliating, firmly nudging between her thighs.
"Ahem, I can't quite control it."
Kaoru explained somewhat awkwardly.
"I don't mind."
Kamuro felt exasperated, leaning against his chest as the alcohol made her drowsy.
Kaoru breathed in her scent, her soft body in his arms, his hands unconsciously holding her waist as he began to move slowly.
"Have you done it with them?" Kamuro asked abruptly.
Kaoru thought it wouldn't hurt to tell her, so he whispered a few names near her ear.
"Not Sakayanagi?"
Kamuro looked puzzled. "Shouldn't a brat like that be pinned to the bed and taught a lesson?"
"You hold quite a grudge against her." Kaoru chuckled.
"Just... never mind. Your affairs have nothing to do with me."
Kamuro said, "How long are you going to stay hard?"
Kaoru paused. "I can't control that."
"Hmph, your mind is full of dirty thoughts."
Kamuro said this, but her small hand grew restless. "In that case, I'll change my request. Show me yours."
"What?"Kaoru thought he had misheard—why did it sound so familiar?
"I've already let you look, now it should be my turn, right?"
Kamuro reached out and indeed touched something strange.
She felt both curious and inexplicably excited.
Kaoru realized the severity of the situation, but the girl in his arms had already restrained him.
With no way to retreat, he could only let her unzip his pants.
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