Ebina Hina leaned gently into his arms.
"I will never forget this birthday."
"Next year, I will celebrate your birthday alone, just as you wish."
Akira Fujimiya voice gentle, soft as he firmly hugged Ebina Hina, his arms steady and warm, as if trying to imprint this moment into memory.
"Tonight, I don't want to be a bystander anymore," Ebina Hina said as she slowly raised her head to look at him. "I want to be your girlfriend."
Akira sighed softly, a helpless smile appearing on his face.
"I already knew you would say that," he replied honestly. "But we have to wait until summer vacation. Tonight, with Yukinoshita around, I don't dare do anything excessive."
Ebina Hina smiled faintly, her expression gentle rather than disappointed.
"Then let's travel together during summer vacation. We've already made an appointment, Okay."
"When the time comes," Akira said, lowering his voice slightly, "I won't let you rest."
As he spoke, his hands moved almost unconsciously, becoming a little less restrained.
Ebina Hina didn't refuse.
Instead, she leaned closer and whispered something softly into his ear.
Akira paused, glanced around the courtyard, and shook his head.
"I brought you out here to teach you how to dance," he said quietly, "not for that kind of thing."
"That kind of thing is more important than dancing," Ebina Hina replied mischievous, except that her cheeks were faintly flushed.
Seeing her expression, Akira took Ebina Hina by the hand and guided her toward a quieter corner of the courtyard.
What he didn't notice was that a maid had been standing not far behind them the entire time.
Nagano Setsuna first glanced back toward the brightly lit villa, then looked again in Akira's direction.
She hesitated for several seconds… and finally followed them at a distance.
.....
In the quiet corner of the courtyard, away from the soft glow of string lights and the distant murmur of guests inside the villa, Akira turned to face Ebina Hina fully.
Ebina, looked up at him through her glasses, her mischievous grin widening as the flush on her cheeks deepened to a rosy hue. The fabric of her gown shimmered faintly in the moonlight, the low neckline hinting at the swell of her breasts, her dark hair cascading in loose waves over her shoulders.
Without a word, Akira cupped her face with both hands, his thumbs brushing her lips tenderly at first. Then, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that started soft but ignited like dry tinder.
Kiss! Kiss!
Ebina didn't refuse; instead, she surged forward with equal fervor, her body pressing against his as their mouths met in a raw, devouring clash.
"Mhmm!"
Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!
Their lips mashed together hungrily, like beasts starved for touch—Akira's mouth over hers, sucking her full lower lip between his teeth with a gentle nip that drew a muffled gasp from her. She retaliated by biting his upper lip lightly, her tongue flicking out to soothe the sting before he reclaimed her mouth, his lips grinding against hers in firm, insistent presses.
The kiss was messy from the start, saliva building at the corners where their mouths sealed, a faint wet smack echoing each time they shifted angles.
Ebina's hands clutched at his suit lapels, pulling him closer as she devoured him back, her lips parting wider to let him suckle on her pouty bottom lip, tugging it until it slipped free with a pop, only for her to dive in again, her teeth grazing his in playful aggression.
Akira's breath grew ragged, the romantic pull of the moment twisting into something rougher as desire overtook him. He tilted her head back slightly, exposing the skin of her throat, but kept his focus on her mouth—kissing her with open-mouthed fervor, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips before plunging inside briefly, only to withdraw and let her chase it.
"Mmm! Mhmm!"
Ebina moaned into the kiss, the sound vibrating against his lips as her body arched toward him, her breasts pressing against his chest through the thin gown fabric. Her hand slid down his torso, bold and unhesitating, until her palm cupped the growing bulge in his pants—his cock hardening instantly under her touch, twitching against the confines of his trousers as she squeezed firmly, feeling the thick outline pulse with heat.
"Mmm," she whimpered between kisses, her fingers kneading the rigid length, tracing its veined shape through the material.
In response, Akira's hand drifted lower, sliding over the curve of her hip to grip her ass cheek through the gown's silky material. He squeezed hard, fingers digging into the firm flesh, kneading it possessively as he pulled her flush against him, her pelvis grinding inadvertently against his erection.
"Mhmmm! Ahhhh!"
Ebina's moan deepened, breaking the seal of their lips for a split second—a throaty, needy sound that made his cock throb harder in her grasp.
KISS!
She dove back in, devouring his mouth with renewed hunger, her lips swollen and slick now, bruised from the intensity. Their breaths mingled hotly, noses bumping as they angled for deeper access, lips sliding wetly over each other in a frenzy of sucks and bites.
Akira's free hand tangled in her hair, holding her steady as he feasted on her mouth, the raw passion building a romantic haze around them, yet edged with roughness—his other hand squeezes on her ass turning bruising, her hand stroking his dick with increasing the pressure, eliciting low growls from his throat that she swallowed greedily.
Sweat beaded on their skin despite the cool night air, her gown's fabric bunching under his grip, her nipples hardening into tight peaks that scraped against him.
Ebina's thoughts raced— The kiss stretched on, lips devouring without mercy, until they were both panting, the courtyard's quiet amplifying the wet smacks and shared moans.
Before long, the kiss evolved, their tongues seeking more.
Schlick!
Akira's slipped past her parted lips first, thick and probing, tangling with hers in a slick dance.
Slurp! Slurp!
Ebina met him thrust for thrust, her tongue rolling against his with eager vigor—coiling around the base, then flicking the tip in teasing laps that made him groan into her mouth.
The wet sounds filled the corner—slurps of saliva mixing as tongues slid over each other, retreating only to plunge back in deeper, the erotic schlick of their oral union echoing softly.
She sucked on his tongue greedily, drawing it further inside her warmth, her lips sealing around it as if nursing, while he retaliated by curling his around hers, pulling it into his mouth for a possessive suck.
Drool escaped the corners of their joined mouths, trailing down her chin in thin rivulets, the taste of each other—sweet and salty—intensifying the raw intimacy.
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
Their tongues wrestled roughly now, pushing and yielding in a romantic battle, breaths hitching with each wet glide, the roughness adding to the heat as Ebina's hand tightened on his cock, stroking through the pants in time with their tongue's rhythm.
They were so lost in each other that neither noticed the figure lurking just beyond the alcove's edge—Nagano Setsuna, the slutty maid, her uniform's black skirt hiked up scandalously as she peered through the foliage. Her cheeks burned with arousal, her breath coming in shallow pants as she watched them devour each other.
She already know that he had done it with Haruno his financee's sister but now this!
She couldn't help herself as her hand had slipped under her apron long ago, fingers pressing against the drenched fabric of her panties, tracing the soaked seam where her pussy lips swelled with need. The cotton was clinging transparently now, outlining her puffy folds as she rubbed in slow circles, her clit throbbing under the pressure—hard and aching, sending jolts up her spine with each pass.
Schlick~!
Juices seeped through, coating her fingertips in warm slickness; she dipped inside the leg band, parting her slick labia to stroke directly, her middle finger sliding along the inner walls that clenched greedily around the intrusion.
'Fuck, look at them... that cock bulging for her, her ass grabbed like that. I need it, when will Akira-sama used me!' Setsuna thought, her free hand clutching a tree branch for support as her hips bucked subtly.
Schlick!
Slurp! Slurp! Shlick!
She plunged two fingers into her tight heat now, pumping with wet squelches that she muffled by biting her lip, her pussy walls fluttering, gushing more arousal down her thighs in sticky trails.
Nipples strained against her blouse, sweat trickling between her breasts as she fingered herself faster, thumb circling her clit in frantic spirals—body tensing, thighs quivering as spasms built. Her breaths turned to whimpers, eyes locked on Ebina's hand on Akira's dick, imagining it was her mouth there instead.
Climax hit suddenly; her pussy spasmed violently around her fingers, inner walls contracting in rhythmic waves—once, twice, three times—squirting a hot gush of clear fluid that soaked her panties further, dripping onto the grass below in pearly splatters.
She convulsed silently, knees buckling as aftershocks rippled through her core, juices continuing to leak in steady pulses, her face flushed and eyes glazed. Panting, she withdrew her fingers, slick and shining, licking them clean with a slutty hum before slipping away, leaving a trail of her essence unnoticed.
While—
After what felt like an eternity of tasting each other, Akira and Ebina finally pulled their heads back, lips parting with a final wet smack.
"Haah... Haa"
"Haa... Haaa... Haaa"
Strings of saliva connected them briefly, snapping as they separated, both gasping for air. Ebina's chest heaved dramatically, her breasts rising and falling with each desperate inhale, lungs burning as she sucked in oxygen like a drowning woman surfacing.
Her glasses were slightly fogged, cheeks flushed crimson, lips swollen and glistening with their shared spit—dark purple gown disheveled, one strap slipping off her shoulder to expose more of her pale skin.
"Akira... that was... intense," she panted, her voice husky and breathless, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips despite the romantic haze in her eyes.
She leaned against the stone wall for support, her hand still lingering near his crotch, pulling him feeling the persistent hardness.
Akira, equally winded, his suit tie loosened and hair tousled, nodded with a gentle smile that belied the roughness they'd just shared. His cock strained visibly against his pants, a damp spot forming from pre-cum.
"You drive me crazy, Hina. I didn't plan on this, but... I couldn't stop."
He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his touch tender now, reaffirming the romantic undercurrent amid the raw passion.
Ebina laughed softly, still catching her breath, her body tingling from head to toe—nipples aching, pussy throbbing wetly between her thighs, the gown's fabric sticking uncomfortably to her arousal-soaked folds.
"Neither could I...." She straightened slightly, her eyes sparkling behind her glasses as she met his gaze, the vulnerability peeking through her usual playfulness. But there was genuine warmth, her hand squeezing his arm affectionately.
He chuckled lowly, pulling her into a loose embrace, their bodies still humming with heat, his fingers tracing her spine lightly, sending shivers through her.
Ebina nestled closer, her head on his shoulder for a moment, breaths evening out as she whispered, "I like this side of you, Akira. Gentle but fierce. Makes me feel... wanted."
They lingered in the quiet, talking softly about the evening, the villa's distant music a backdrop to their intimate confessions, the rough edge softening into shared affection.
Before long, the heat reignited in Ebina's eyes.
With a sly glance around the empty corner, she sank to her knees gracefully, the stone cool against her skin through the gown. Her hands trembled slightly with excitement as she looked up at the prominent bulge in his pants, her breath quickening at the sight.
"Akira... I can't ignore this anymore," she murmured, fingers deftly unzipping his fly with a metallic rasp that cut the night air. She tugged his pants and boxers down just enough, and his hard cock sprang free—thick and veined, the shaft curving slightly upward, head flushed deep red and already beading pre-cum.
Smack!
It slapped against her cheek with a soft smack, the warm, leaving a faint smear of moisture on her flushed face.
Ebina blushed heavily, her cheeks burning as she stared at the impressive length—longer and girthier than she'd imagined, pulsing with his heartbeat. "I... I didn't think you'd be this big and hard just from kissing," she said, her voice a mix of awe and teasing, eyes wide behind her glasses. "You like kissing too much, right? Gets you all worked up like this."
She leaned in, planting a soft, reverent kiss on the underside of his shaft, right along the sensitive vein—her lips pressing warmly, lingering as his cock twitched violently against her mouth, jumping at the contact.
A low groan escaped Akira, his hand resting lightly on her head.
Emboldened, Ebina showered it with more kisses—peck after peck along the length, starting from the base where his balls hung heavy and full, up to the flared head. Each press of her lips was tender yet heated, her breath ghosting over the skin, making it quiver.
"You're so hard, Akira... so strong and ready for me," she whispered between kisses, her words sweet and adoring, laced with romantic devotion. "I love how it feels against my lips—hot, throbbing just for me."
She kissed the tip next, lips puckering around the slit to taste the salty pre-cum, her tongue darting out for a quick lick that made him buck slightly. Continuing down, she nuzzled the side, kissing the ridge with open-mouthed affection.
Her hands steadied his thighs, feeling the muscles tense under her touch, as kisses turned sloppier—wet smacks echoing softly, his dick glistening from her saliva now.
Ebina's own arousal built, pussy clenching emptily, but her focus remained on him, each sweet word—"I want to make you feel good, just like you do for me"—drawing more twitches from his shaft.
Ebina's gaze locked onto Akira's as she parted her lips wider, taking the head of his cock into her mouth with a slow, deliberate slide.
Her lips stretched around the girth, forming a tight seal as she sucked gently at first, tongue pressing flat against the underside to lap at the sensitive skin.
It was her first time doing this, and his size made it challenging—only the first few inches fit comfortably, her cheeks bulging slightly as she bobbed her head forward and back, the motion slick with building saliva.
She couldn't take him whole; the thickness hit the back of her throat too soon, eliciting a soft gag that she powered through, eyes watering but never closing—moist and pleading behind her glasses, fixed on his face to gauge his pleasure.
Akira's expression—eyes half-lidded, lips parted in a groan—spurred her on; she could see he was enjoying it, his hand tightening in her hair, and that fueled her determination.
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
Her tongue worked tirelessly inside her mouth, swirling around the head in tight, wet circles each time she pulled back, flicking the slit to coax more pre-cum that she savored on her taste buds—salty and musky, making her pussy drip with fresh arousal, thighs pressing together to ease the ache.
As she bobbed deeper, her tongue traced the veined underside in long, firm strokes, pressing into the ridges to heighten his sensations, saliva drooling down the shaft to coat his balls, which she fondled gently with one hand—rolling them, feeling them draw up tight.
She hummed softly around him, vibrations traveling down his length, her free hand stroking what her mouth couldn't reach—twisting in rhythm with her sucks, building a sloppy, wet glide.
Ebina's body reacted vividly—nipples diamond-hard against her gown, sweat trickling down her back, her pussy lips swelling and parting with need, juices soaking her inner thighs in warm trickles.
Her body, pushing further despite the strain, her throat relaxing incrementally to take more—gagging wetly but persisting, eyes locked on his, tears streaking her cheeks from the effort.
Akira's hips twitched involuntarily, fucking lightly into her mouth as she hollowed her cheeks for stronger suction, tongue undulating beneath him like a wave, lapping relentlessly.
The courtyard air filled with lewd slurps and her muffled moans, her glasses fogging further as she pleasured him with all her focus, body trembling with the thrill of his enjoyment. She varied her pace—slow, deep sucks that clenched her mouth around him like a vice, then faster bobs with tongue flicks that made his shaft jerk.
Her own wetness grew unbearable, clit throbbing untouched, but pleasing him was her world, every reaction from him—groans, muscle twitches—urging her to try harder, her mouth a warm, eager haven.
Before long, the pressure built unbearably in Akira's core, his balls tightening as pleasure coiled tight. "Hina... I'm close, I can't hold back," he warned, trying to pull his hips back gently, but Ebina's arms wrapped around his waist like iron bands, holding him firmly in place.
Her eyes flashed with determination through her glasses, and she increased her speed—bobbing faster, head twisting side to side to rub her inner cheeks along his length, tongue pressing harder against the underside in rapid laps. She pushed deeper, relaxing her throat to take more of him, gagging but determined — she'd read that men loved deepthroating, and she wanted Akira to adore this, to crave her body forever.
The roughness edged in as she forced herself further, nose inching toward his pubes, her throat constricting around the invading head in spasmodic squeezes—wet gurgles escaping as saliva bubbled at her lips, dripping in thick strands onto her chin and gown.
Akira's groans turned guttural, his hand fisting her hair as climax hit; his cock swelled impossibly thicker, pulsing once, twice—then erupting in hot, thick ropes of cum that flooded her mouth.
The first spurt coated her tongue heavily, salty and viscous, filling her cheeks until they bulged; she swallowed reflexively, but the load was massive, more jets pumping out as his shaft throbbed against her palate—three, four strong bursts that overflowed slightly, trickling from the corner of her mouth despite her efforts.
Ebina didn't want to waste a drop; she sucked harder, cheeks hollowing dramatically as her mouth clenched around him like a pulsing fist, milking every last spurt with rhythmic contractions—tongue swirling to lap up the remnants, throat working in swallows that gurgled audibly.
Her stomach warmed with his seed, filled to the brink as she drank it down greedily, body shuddering from the intensity—pussy clenching, a small spasm rippling through her core, juices squirting lightly into her panties in a warm gush that soaked the fabric further, her thighs slick and trembling.
Her eyes never leaving his face as he rode out the waves, his cock jerking with aftershocks in her unrelenting suction.
She hummed encouragingly, the vibrations drawing a final twitch from him, until he softened slightly, spent but still hard.
Pulling back slowly, she gasped for air, lips puffy and shining, a thin trail of cum connecting her tongue to his tip before she licked it away.
Ebina pulled back fully, his dick still semi-hard and glistening—coated in a messy sheen of his cum and her abundant saliva, veins faintly pulsing as it bobbed in the cool air. She looked up at him with a playful pout, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, though a bead of semen clung to her lower lip. "Look at the mess you made," she complained lightly, but her grin was wicked and affectionate, eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "Sorry, Akira... I just couldn't let it go to waste. But we can't have others knowing about this—"
With that, she leaned in again, tongue extending to lick him clean methodically—long, flat strokes from base to tip, lapping up the sticky remnants with eager swirls. Her lips pursed around the head briefly, sucking off the last drops with a soft pop, tongue delving into the slit to ensure nothing remained.
The act was intimate and raw, her mouth working tenderly now, saliva mixing with the cum to make him shine wetly but cleanly.
Akira watched, breath steadying, as she finished with a final kiss to the crown, his cock twitching one last time under her care.
"All better," she murmured, rising to her feet with a flushed smile, her own body still humming—pussy aching from the unfulfilled need, but content in the romantic roughness they'd shared.
They both fixed their clothes quickly—Ebina straightening her gown strap and smoothing the fabric over her hips, Akira tucking himself away and zipping up, his suit appearing composed once more. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, dabbing gently at her lips and chin, wiping away the lingering traces of sweat, saliva, and a stray fleck of cum with careful swipes.
"There... perfect again," he said softly, as he pocketed the cloth, pulling her into a quick, kiss on the forehead.
Ebina smile at his care.
As they walked back toward the villa, hand in hand, the night's cool air soothing their heated skin, they passed a subtle puddle on the stone path—white, viscous liquid glistening under the moonlight, likely some slutty maid's cum from a hidden release.
Akira looked at it amusingly, likely guessing who the culprits was.
Ebina stared at Akira's amused faced but didn't said anything.
.....
By the time Akira and Ebina Hina returned to the villa, the atmosphere inside had already changed.
Elegant music flowed through the hall.
Several girls had begun dancing.
Yukinoshita Yukino and Yuigahama Yui were in the same group. If Yukinoshita were wearing a suit instead of a dress, she would undoubtedly look handsome enough to steal the spotlight.
Nearby were Isshiki Iroha and Meguri Shiromeguri.
Meguri was clearly a little nervous, her movements cautious and slightly stiff, her shyness obvious even as she tried her best to keep up.
Nishimiya Shouko, Miura Yumiko, and Kawasaki Saki all unconsciously glanced toward Akira when he entered.
Akira held Ebina Hina's small hand and led her onto the dance floor.
When Yuigahama Yui saw him, she leaned her head lightly against Yukinoshita Yukino's shoulder, pretending to sulk.
Akira rolled his eyes at her but didn't comment. Instead, he focused on patiently guiding Ebina Hina.
Ebina Hina was clearly not very used to this kind of formal occasion, but she was a quick learner. With Akira's guidance, her steps gradually became steadier, more natural.
When the song ended, Ebina Hina quietly stepped away from the dance floor.
Akira then walked over to Nishimiya Shouko and extended his hand.
Feeling the gazes around her, Nishimiya Shouko's face flushed. Still, she gathered her courage and placed her hand in Akira's.
The two of them stepped onto the dance floor together.
Nishimiya Shouko didn't make many mistakes, her movements gentle and careful.
"You dance very well," Akira whispered near her ear, voice cleared enough for her to understand.
Receiving his praise, a soft smile appeared on Nishimiya Shouko's face.
At some point, Akira's hands became slightly unruly.
Nishimiya Shouko's face instantly turned red, she didn't refused but she lowered her head instinctively.
Akira hugged her without hesitation.
"This is the reward I'm giving you," he said calmly.
"…Thamz yow," Nishimiya Shouko replied in a small voice.
After Nishimiya Shouko, it was Kawasaki Saki's turn.
Saki Kawasaki's younger sister was currently being taken care of by Tsurumi Saori, which allowed Saki to relax a little tonight.
"I'm going to Tokyo tomorrow," Akira said softly as they danced. "The day after tomorrow, I'll take you to the amusement park."
"Mmm," Saki nodded.
"When it's your birthday, I'll prepare a surprise for you too. We'll celebrate it together."
As he spoke, Akira placed an arm around her slender waist.
"Don't make it too costly," Saki said quietly. "Just keep it simple."
"I understand," Akira smiled. "A candlelight dinner will definitely be necessary."
"...yes..," Saki replied, her face slightly red.
After their dance ended, Saki stepped away on her own initiative.
Between Isshiki Iroha, Meguri Shiromeguri and Miura Yumiko, Akira chose Miura Yumiko first.
Isshiki Iroha puffed out her cheeks in dissatisfaction, but she knew Akira's choice made sense.
As a Kouhai, she should naturally stand behind her Senpai.
Miura Yumiko was skilled at dancing, her movements confident and professional.
Akira held her slender waist, his thoughts drifting briefly to the future of the idol agency.
"The idol agency has already recruited some idols," he said quietly, "but none of them can really match you."
"I can work hard on my own and become an idol," Yumiko replied, lifting her chin slightly.
"This isn't something that can be solved by hard work alone," Akira shook his head. "I want to give you a good opportunity, and a reliable Manager to guide you."
"I'll listen to you," Yumiko said without hesitation.
"What if I asked you to stop being an idol and just lean on my arms?" Akira suddenly asked.
"Then I'll sing anime songs at Flash Animation instead of joining an idol agency," Yumiko replied immediately.
Akira laughed softly.
"I was just joking. I'd rather see a sparkling Yumiko."
"For you," Yumiko said seriously, "I'll do my best."
"Once you become a popular idol, I'll think more carefully about your future, understand?"
"I remember everything you've taught me."
Akira smiled.
After Miura Yumiko came Meguri Shiromeguri.
"Meguri-senpai, I'll be your dance partner at the graduation dance," Akira said as he looked at Meguri Shiromeguri.
"…Yeah," Meguri replied softly, not refusing.
In truth, aside from Akira, she didn't really know any other boys well.
"Meguri-senpai, you're still very beautiful when you dress up," Akira said. "You're not inferior to anyone here."
"I… I'm not as good as everyone else," Meguri said quietly.
"If I say you're beautiful, then you are beautiful," Akira replied firmly. "At the graduation dance, wear a little light makeup. Be confident. Let them see how beautiful the student council president really is."
He placed an arm gently around her slender waist.
"During summer break, you'll have to learn how to do makeup at Flash Animation. You're already beautiful without it so it doesn't matter, but I want you to show an even more confident side. Be more confident, Meguri-senpai."
"…I'll try my best to learn," Meguri replied weakly.
Akira looked at her unconfident expression and didn't say anything more.
Changing her mindset would take more than just words.
Finally, it was Isshiki Iroha's turn.
She puffed out her cheeks and looked at him resentfully.
"Alright, don't be angry, my cute junior," Akira said lightly.
"You're terrible, senpai. You like so many girls."
"For the same reason as you like me, they like me too," Akira replied calmly. "That means you're all on the same side, right?"
"So this is your so-called charm?"
"More or less."
"Bad senpai… can't you just like me?"
"You want me to lie?"
"If you lie, I'll believe it and be happy at least!"
Akira fell silent for a moment.
"...I don't want to lie to you," he finally said. "Or to any of you. I may hide some things form you all buy I will always tell you all when the right time came. This is who I am."
"Is it not because everyone loves you so much and can't leave you," Isshiki said. "Everything must be part of your plan, you bad senpai."
Akira didn't respond immediately.
Isshiki raised her head to look at him.
"I once wanted to love only one person," Akira said quietly. "But it was too difficult."
"Stop making excuses for being terrible, senpai!"
Akira just smile helplessly, it was true in his previous world he just one to find one person to love and spend time with he was even delusional enough to always think about what he would do when he find that person how he will try to make her happy, how their live will be, being delusional enough to even think about his and his 'Imaginary Partner' — their small family with one ot two children.
Too bad — his family is going to be big and chaotic.
....
After the dancing ended, everyone presented their gifts.
None of the gifts were particularly expensive.
When it was Akira's turn, he directly handed Ebina Hina a bank card.
"Don't misunderstand," he said calmly. "This is what you deserve. It includes the payment for your anime script and my personal gift."
"Then I won't refused," Ebina Hina replied with a faint smile as she accepted it.
Her anime script had been accepted, and normally, the price wouldn't be discussed until production officially began.
However, Akira was the boss of Flash Animation. He had the authority to directly purchase scripts.
Even if a script wasn't particularly valuable, he could still name a price.
Ebina Hina understood this perfectly, but she didn't reject his kindness.
After the gift-giving session, Nagano Setsuna brought over the cake — After she had changed her panties!
Ebina Hina first shared it with her two close friends, then with Yukinoshita Yukino, and finally with Akira.
Friendship came first.
Gratitude to Yukinoshita Yukino came second.
And Akira was third.
Everyone sat together on the sofa.
Several girls ate cake as the night slowly deepened.
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