"Click."
Imaizumi Keita closed the apartment door, untied the cord on the jinbei he was wearing, and leaned against the wall in the entryway to relax.
The empty room was almost excessively quiet.
It felt a bit unfamiliar to Imaizumi Keita, who had just returned from the Love Hotel.
Especially after being demanded so much by Yanami Anna, he felt her imprint was left all over his mind and life.
Maybe he really did need a lady of the house to keep him company...
Thinking this, the lingering afterglow of their frenzy and tenderness, especially the pleasure transmitted through his abilities, was intoxicating.
The spiritual satiation left him feeling vibrant and energetic now, and his body hadn't suffered too much either...
The physique modified by his incubus abilities was really too useful...
He tossed his keys onto the cabinet in the entryway, took off the jinbei, and headed straight for the bathroom.
Hot water poured from the showerhead, washing over Imaizumi Keita's robust body, trying to wash away the faint fragrance lingering on his skin.
Stepping out of the bathroom, the steamy mist had fogged up the mirror.
He casually wiped a clear patch and looked at his reflection, surprisingly finding several reddish marks at the junction of his neck and collarbone.
Clearly, this was Yanami Anna's handiwork from last night—she had kissed several love bites onto him as marks.
But, love bites in this location would be visible with a lot of clothes...
Anna-chan is really playing little mind games...
When I give her love bites, I always leave them in places that are easy to cover...
She doesn't consider me at all, Anna-chan...
Imaizumi Keita chuckled softly, silently Make complaintsing Yanami Anna's actions.
He dried off, changed into clean loungewear, and then collapsed onto the living room sofa to relax.
After lounging on the sofa watching TV for a while, he sat at the computer and worked on his light novel for a bit.
After it grew dark, as Imaizumi Keita finished dinner and prepared to work on his light novel a little more, the screen of his phone on the table lit up.
He reached over, picked up the phone, unlocked the screen, and a message from Shioyaki Lemon popped up.
Shioyaki Lemon: 'Kin-chan, are you asleep? Had a lot of fun last night, thanks for the rabbit plushie. (^▽^)'
The message was accompanied by a photo.
The background of the photo seemed to be her bedroom; the lighting was soft, and the room didn't have any pink, girly elements.
Shioyaki Lemon was lying on her side on the bed, holding the pink rabbit plushie he won at the shooting game stall in her arms.
Her cheek was pressed against the plushie's fuzzy head, and she was smiling brightly at the camera, like a sunflower blooming in summer.
Just...
Imaizumi Keita's gaze lingered on the photo for a few seconds.
In the photo, she seemed to have just finished bathing, wearing a loose white T-shirt. The wide neckline had slipped to one side due to her lying on her side, revealing a large expanse of delicate skin and the faint outline of her curves.
This Lemon, really... she had no guard up at all.
Imaizumi Keita pondered for a moment and replied.
Imaizumi Keita: 'Do you always dress so casually at home?'
A few seconds after the message was sent, the status on the other end changed to 'Typing...'.
Shioyaki Lemon: 'Eh? Does Kin-chan not like it? (o_O)?'
Shioyaki Lemon: 'Do you want to see a clearer one? I can take one for you. [Wink.jpg]'
Looking at this message with its obvious flirtatious tone, Imaizumi Keita could almost imagine the bold yet shy, sly expression on Shioyaki Lemon's face on the other end of the line.
He didn't follow her topic further; that would only put him in a passive position.
He liked to be more proactive in these matters.
Imaizumi Keita: 'Compared to photos, I prefer to see it in person.'
After sending this message, Shioyaki Lemon remained silent for nearly a minute.
Just when Imaizumi Keita thought she was too shy to reply, a new message popped up.
Shioyaki Lemon: 'Hmph, you only know how to sweet-talk. Dummy Kin-chan.'
Shioyaki Lemon: 'By the way, are we still going for the morning run tomorrow? If you can't get up, it's fine, you know? You seemed really tired yesterday.'
Imaizumi Keita looked at this message, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.
This was concern, but also a probe about last night.
He replied to both questions without hesitation.
Imaizumi Keita: 'Of course. What I did last night won't tire me out. See you at the usual spot tomorrow morning.'
Shioyaki Lemon: 'Uh. Okay! It's a deal then! Don't you dare stand me up! Good night, Kin-chan!'
Imaizumi Keita: 'Good night.'
Putting down his phone, Imaizumi Keita leaned back on the Sofa and closed his eyes to rest.
In his mind, Yanami Anna's stubborn yet soft gaze in the hotel room intertwined and flashed with Shioyaki Lemon's bold and straightforward offensive posture in the messages.
He loved all the various postures of girls.
...
The next morning.
His internal clock woke Imaizumi Keita from his deep sleep right on time.
The sky outside the window was just beginning to turn pale, and the air still carried a hint of chill.
After a night of rest, the fatigue in his body had mostly dissipated, replaced by restored, abundant energy.
He quickly finished washing up and opened his wardrobe to pick out clothes for the day.
His gaze swept over a few crew-neck sports T-shirts and finally landed on a light gray, thin, high-neck sweatshirt.
After changing, he looked at himself in the mirror.
The high collar perfectly covered the ambiguous marks on his neck and collarbone.
Only after finishing all this did he pick up his keys and phone and leave the house.
When Imaizumi Keita arrived at the playground at the agreed time, he saw Shioyaki Lemon, who had arrived early.
Shioyaki Lemon was wearing a tight sports tank top and black shorts, doing stretches on the spot, radiating a capable aura.
When Shioyaki Lemon saw Imaizumi Keita, her eyes lit up, and a brilliant smile instantly appeared on her face.
'Kin-chan! Good morning!'
She jogged up to him, her voice full of irrepressible excitement.
'Good morning, Lemon.'
Imaizumi Keita replied with a smile, his gaze sweeping over her chest, which was heaving slightly from running, before looking away.
'I thought you might oversleep.'
Shioyaki Lemon stood in front of him, tilting her head to inspect his high-neck shirt, and asked with curiosity, 'But why are you wearing so much today? Aren't you hot?'
'It's fine, it's still a bit chilly in the morning.'
Imaizumi Keita replied without changing his expression.
'Is that so?'
Shioyaki Lemon blinked, and although she was a bit puzzled, she didn't think much of it.
'Then shall we start?' She looked at him, her eyes full of anticipation. 'Let's see how many laps you can last in the morning run today!'
'Sure.' Imaizumi Keita nodded and loosened his wrists and ankles.
'Just in time to see if you've improved a bit, Lemon.'
'Of course I've improved!'
While talking, the two tacitly started jogging along the familiar track.
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