"Suzune~"
A sweet, syrupy voice called out.
Just from the sound, you could tell it was probably a cute girl.
But when that adorable face leaned in close, Horikita shot her a glare sharp enough to make her pull back.
"Didn't I tell you to go stay in your own room for a few days? Why aren't you packed yet?"
Horikita, as a punishment for Amane, had deliberately told her to move back to her own dorm. Yet, after dawdling and packing for ages, Amane had the nerve to come back and try to wheedle her way out of it.
"No way~ I wanna sleep with Suzune."
Amane clasped her hands in front of her chest, her expression full of hope, her big eyes sparkling brightly.
"The door's over there."
Horikita's reply was exceptionally blunt.
"Boo hoo, Suzune, I can't live without you!"
Seeing this tactic wasn't working, Amane went for her ultimate move: she threw herself onto Horikita, clinging to her like a limpet.
She just held on tight, rubbing against her.
But Horikita was prepared this time.
She directly delivered a love punishment—a gentle thump—to Amane, who was wrapped around her like an octopus.
Instantly, she neutralized Amane's clingy assault.
"Wahh…"
"Fake crying won't work either, you know."
Amane wiped away the tears she'd forced out using onion juice.
Had Horikita leveled up this much already?
This was getting tricky.
"Go ahead, use whatever other tricks you have."
Horikita crossed her arms, looking supremely confident.
This confidence came from her understanding of Amane.
Having lived together for nearly two months now, Horikita believed she had Amane completely figured out.
"Looks like there's only one move left." Amane clenched her little fists.
She then ran to the wardrobe, rummaged around, grabbed a set of clothes, and quickly dashed into the bathroom.
No matter what she wore, Horikita told herself she wouldn't be even slightly moved. A slight smirk played on Horikita's lips as she casually poured herself a cup of tea.
Before long, the bathroom door opened.
Just as Horikita was ready to see what resistance Amane had left, a voice that could melt bones reached her ears.
"Master~"
It was Amane, in a limited-edition black-and-white maid outfit with lace trim.
The sight simply stunned Horikita.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Horikita, who had never seen such a scene, was utterly flabbergasted.
"Master~ I'm your personal maid. You can do… any~thing… you want to me~"
Amane threw a seductive glance Horikita's way.
Horikita flustered, averting her gaze.
Crap.
I feel like I'm losing my composure.
Sensing Horikita's resolve weakening, Amane walked right up to her. Then she sat down on Horikita's lap.
Feeling the weight on her legs, Horikita jolted back to awareness.
She tried to get up to put some distance between them, but because she was sitting seiza-style on her knees, she found herself pinned under Amane and unable to rise.
Seeing Horikita's hands flailing awkwardly with nowhere to put them, Amane smiled.
She took Horikita's hands, placing one on her own waist and the other on her leg, clad in a black over-the-knee sock.
"Suzune, are you still going to kick me out?"
Amane gently rested her head on Horikita's shoulder.
Her fingertips traced light, teasing patterns on Horikita's body.
The atmosphere was thick with ambiguity.
"Get up! What do you think you look like right now?" She was flustered.
A flash of triumph quickly passed through Amane's eyes.
"So what if I'm being shameless? I'm only like this for my Suzune to see. I love you the most, Suzune."
Amane proactively gave Horikita a quick peck, a 'mwah', on the cheek.
Logically, Amane's behavior wasn't much more extreme than usual. But because of what she was wearing, Horikita found herself at a complete loss, her mind going blank.
All the strategies for dealing with Amane vanished from her head in an instant.
She wanted to get angry, but one look at Amane's coquettish, blushing face made her fury fizzle out.
This girl…
When did she learn these tricks?
This… who could possibly withstand this?
Good thing Horikita wasn't a guy.
Otherwise, Amane would definitely be crying by now.
"Hurry up and get off me, my legs are going numb."
After being sat on for so long, Horikita felt like her legs had lost all sensation.
"So, is Suzune still going to throw me out? Gee, it seems a little hot in here, doesn't it?"
Amane loosened the tie of her maid outfit.
A pair of… prominent, energetic… assets… practically sprang free, bouncing right in front of Horikita's face.
"Alright, alright! I get it! I won't kick you out! Now, behave yourself!"
Behave?
Was she misbehaving now?
Amane stood up triumphantly.
Horikita hastily got up and stretched her legs.
Noticing Horikita sneaking glances at her while she stretched, Amane deliberately pushed her sleeves up high, revealing her pale, toned arms with their athletic grace.
Then she began fanning herself idly, as if the room was genuinely too warm.
That display made Horikita feel a bit embarrassed herself. Seeing Horikita's shyness, Amane immediately pressed her advantage.
"Suzune, will you ever try to send me away again?"
Amane hugged Horikita's arm, gently swaying it back and forth.
For the sake of future meal tickets… ahem, I mean, for the sake of her dearest friend…
What was a little dignity worth?
"That depends on your behavior."
Even with things having gone this far, Horikita was clinging to the last shreds of her rationality.
Hearing this, Amane narrowed her eyes. She hadn't expected Horikita's willpower to be so strong now.
Well, don't blame her for what comes next.
Hehehe.
Amane undid the clasp at her waist.
The skirt of the maid outfit immediately fell away.
Much cooler now.
Amane looked at Horikita with a knowing, playful smile.
"If you keep this up, you're going to start a fire you can't put out." This time, Horikita didn't avoid her gaze. Instead, she met Amane's eyes directly.
"Would you like me to help you… cool down, Suzune?"
Amane was still dancing recklessly on the edge, completely failing to notice that Horikita's breathing had started to become ragged.
"You brought this on yourself, Amane. Don't start crying and saying it hurts like last time."
"I'm not as pathetic as you say I am!" Amane retorted, her face flushed.
"We'll see about that soon enough, won't we?"
Horikita pinched Amane's chin and then gave her a deep, passionate kiss.
"So… Suzune, you promise you won't ever try to send me away again?"
Even at a time like this, Amane was still worried about being kicked out.
"Mhm, I won't send you away from now on. Are you satisfied now?"
"Yay! I knew Suzune was the best! I'll go change now."
Amane happily bounced up and down.
She then made to go change her clothes. But unexpectedly, Horikita grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
"Change? Why? I think this outfit looks just fine on you."
It was only then that Amane realized Horikita's state seemed a little… off.
Horikita's eyes were fixed intently on her as she stepped closer.
She pinned Amane's arms.
"Huh? I-I'm still just a kid, you know…!"
"If you dress like this, you should be prepared for the consequences, right?"
"Huh??? No!!! Stop! Mmmph~ A-at least… let me be… on top! I want to be on top! Waaah!"
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