Nightfall had gradually enveloped the bustling city, with the neon glow slowly rising above.
"I'm digging in!" ×3
Under the warm light, the three of them gathered around the table, happily enjoying tonight's dinner.
"Liliana, try this! Yoshito's cooking is amazing!"
"Thank you."
After a soft murmur of thanks, Liliana accepted the food that Miyuki Asou had passed her.
Biting into a piece of cola chicken wings, Yoshito Itō glanced back and forth between Miyuki and Liliana, feeling a bit puzzled. Sometimes, the bond between women could develop faster than a rocket.
"Yoshito~ Do you have time tomorrow? I want to take Liliana shopping for some daily necessities."
Yoshito was momentarily taken aback, then realized that Miyuki had indeed decided to rent the apartment to Liliana.
"Sorry, Miyuki, I'm already booked tomorrow and the day after with someone else."
"Oh, okay then."
Pouting slightly, Miyuki didn't even need to guess; she knew Yoshito's date was definitely with a girl. Feeling a bit dejected, she turned to chat with Liliana, ignoring Yoshito.
With a helpless smile, Yoshito buried his head in his food, diligently finishing what was left on the table.
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"Chirp, chirp..."
By late May, summer was beginning to show its oppressive heat, the branches and leaves of the trees wilting under the sun, leaving mottled spots on the ground, while the occasional cicada added its chirping to the sound of summer.
"Miwa-chan!"
From a distance, Yoshito spotted a lively figure under the green phoenix tree—Hazuki Miwako, waving her hands and calling out loudly to catch her attention.
Gently waving her small hand, as if trying to fan away the heat of summer, Miwako sat on a small wooden chair, her pretty eyes peering through her glasses, occasionally glancing at her short skirt.
'I wonder if Yoshito remembered to bring it~'
The pink fantasy made Miwako feel a tingling sensation in her thighs; her voluptuous form gradually warmed up, as if an electric current was coursing through her.
"Miwa-chan!"
With a rosy blush on his face, the boy who had been daydreaming approached her at a light jog.
"Yoshito~"
Miwako's luscious red lips parted in a whisper, like a gentle spring breeze, soft and full of affection.
Just then, as Yoshito arrived by Miwako's side, he felt his lips curve into a warmer smile, softly saying, "Miwako, I've missed you~"
Miwako didn't verbally respond but extended her delicate, fair hand to gently grasp Yoshito's, using his soft strength to pull herself up and leap into his arms.
"Chirp~"
With her exquisite neck arching gracefully, Miwako's nose brushed gently against Yoshito's, her slender arms encircling his neck as her lips, coated in lipstick, passionately met his own.
As if she wanted to convey all her longing and affection over these days.
Yoshito closed his eyes, greedily savoring the delicate aroma from her lips.
After a long moment, their lips finally parted, both of them blushing as they embraced, enjoying the rare tranquility of the moment.
"Meow~"
A sudden loud meow broke the tranquility between them, and Miwako slowly stepped back, releasing Yoshito from her embrace.
Her beautifully made-up face flushed faintly, her sparkling eyes misty and warm, enhanced by her rimless glasses, resembling a gentle, flowing spring.
Yoshito couldn't help but pull her back into his arms, affectionately nuzzling against her ear, asking, "Miwako, have you missed me?"
The warm breath at her ear felt like a feather, sending a slight tickle through Miwako.
"I did! How could I not miss you? It's not just me; Liliana really misses you too~"
Although Miwako and Miho Shirakawa were of similar age, they were distinctly different in style.
Miho Shirakawa was graceful and gentle, her actions soft as a spring breeze, leaving an impression of a warm older sister.
Miwako, on the other hand, was a charming and mature woman, exuding allure. When she acted coy, her voice was sweet and soft, just like now, as if she were casting an irresistible spell, making Yoshito feel as if his bones were turning to jelly.
"Yoshito~ Did you bring that... thing..."
Her pink tongue flicked across her slightly dry lips, and her manicured fingers tapped playfully on Yoshito's chest.
"Phew—"
Like the sound of a tractor starting up, a heavy breath escaped from Yoshito's nostrils, which made Miwako giggle.
"I brought it..."
Gravelly, he managed to utter the two words as he pulled out a small object from his pocket.
The gadget was pink and rectangular, resembling a remote control, featuring only two buttons marked ↑ and ↓, along with a dim screen.
Yoshito was eager to test it out, but Miwako held his finger back, shooting him an exasperated look while gently hitting his chest with the other hand.
"Are you crazy? You can't just press it in this situation!"
"Ah, heh heh..." Yoshito chuckled silly, scratching his head, feeling bashful as he said, "I just got a bit impulse, wondering if the remote was broken."
"Alright, don't rush— we've got plenty of time! For now, let's just go out and do some shopping."
"Okay!"