I've been stolen!
No!
I can't be sure yet!
Shaking her head, Tsubaki Miyajima nervously touched her still youthful and delicate face. Until she saw clearly, she was unwilling to believe it.
"It's probably just a coincidence..."
"Snap."
The door of the neighboring cubicle swung open, followed by the sound of high heels clicking away, gradually fading into the distance. Tsubaki swiftly adjusted her dress and turned the knob to follow.
"Click."
Tsubaki opened the door hastily and rushed after them.
"Bang."
"I'm so sorry."
Caught in her urgency, Tsubaki accidentally bumped into someone. She turned slightly and bowed her head in apology, eager to leave.
"Smack—"
A slender wrist was grasped tightly, forcing Tsubaki to halt her steps, a hint of anxiety flashing in her eyes as she watched the retreating figures of Hazuki Miwako and Miwako.
"Please, I'm in a bit of a hurry. Could you let me go? I can give you my contact info, and we can sort this out later, okay?"
Turning to face the person she had bumped into, Tsubaki was met with the piercing gaze of the blonde girl from earlier.
"Hmph!"
The blonde girl huffed, dismissing Tsubaki's soft-spoken apology.
"Old lady! Was that on purpose? Ah—"
With a haughty tilt of her head, the blonde girl confronted her, relentless in her demands.
"Just like outside earlier, I think you're deliberately trying to provoke me."
"Ugh…"
As she repeatedly glanced at Hazuki and Miwako until they had disappeared from sight, Tsubaki continued to explain patiently to the girl.
"No, I didn't mean it that way. Could you please let go of me?"
Being overly accommodating only emboldened the blonde girl's arrogance.
"Hmph!"
She smirked with delight, her other hand playfully tracing her fingers.
"Old lady, even if you did it on purpose, I'm magnanimous. Look at this stained skirt; you definitely got my clothes dirty when you bumped into me. Don't you think you should do something about that? And..."
"Whoa—"
The nearby girl rambled on, her sharp and biting words slicing through the air like a serrated blade, grating on Tsubaki's patience.
Suddenly, a loud slap echoed through the hallway.
The girl held her swollen left cheek, her eyes wide with disbelief as she stared at Tsubaki, trying to process what had just happened.
"You... You dare hit me..."
The blonde girl pointed at her with gritted teeth.
Tsubaki didn't reply, coldly staring back at her. The aura she had developed over years of sword practice bore down upon the blonde girl like a formidable wave.
"I... I..."
The fierce energy exposed the blonde girl's true cowardly nature as she stammered, barely able to form a coherent sentence.
"Let go."
With a calm gaze, Tsubaki gently withdrew her hand. The grasp that had secured her wrist just moments ago now felt as soft as cotton candy, and a simple tug was enough to free it.
Throwing the blonde girl a glance, Tsubaki left without looking back.
"…"
"How rude, wooow..."
...
...
"Hurry up, hurry up!"
Tsubaki trotted out of the restroom, lifting her skirt and arriving in the spacious main hall of the café, scanning the area.
'Where are you? Where are you?'
"Ding ding—"
The clear and melodious sound of a wind chime drew Tsubaki's gaze toward the entrance.
'Is that... Yoshito!!!'
Her eyes widened, and she instinctively covered her mouth to stifle a gasp.
Everything around her seemed to blur, like the expanse of the white aurora, with only two figures ahead standing out in stark contrast.
One was a tall and familiar silhouette, donned in an exquisite casual outfit (gifted by Rena Kurashiki), with his right arm wrapped around the slender waist of a striking woman beside him.
The woman's bare skin beneath her short skirt glimmered in the sunlight, shimmering as if adorned with droplets of water.
'Yoshito, has he become someone who sells his purity... or has he fallen victim to a bad woman!'
"Yoshito!!!"
Tsubaki's voice rang out, echoing through the café and capturing the curiosity of many patrons.
Yet even with so many eyes upon her, the one she sought was oblivious to her call.
"Ding ding—"
Tsubaki started to chase after him, but the waitress who had accidentally splashed ink on her earlier now stood in her path, blocking her way with a work uniform.
"Miss, perhaps you should change into this uniform. Wearing a wet skirt is uncomfortable."
Tsubaki opened her mouth to respond, but seeing the apologetic look on the waitress's face and gazing at the crowd outside the glass door, she let out a deep sigh.
"How troublesome..."
...
...
"Hmm? Did someone just call my name?"
Running a hand through his hair, Yoshito Ito looked around curiously.
"Ah~ no way! You're just hearing things."
Hazuki Miwako and Miwako leaned sleepily against him. Her movements were sluggish; she needed Yoshito's support to stay upright, swaying unsteadily as if something were caught between her legs.
"Really? It must be my imagination then."
"Uh-huh~ Yoshito, forget that for now. We have more important things to do~"
The sun blazed down, its rays warming Hazuki and Miwako's cheeks to a bright crimson, as if they might bleed.
Her cherry lips parted slightly, and a glimmer of silvery breath escaped her pink mouth, radiating a faint warmth.
Yoshito's deep gaze lingered on Hazuki and Miwako's flushed cheeks and dreamy eyes, and he found himself unconsciously toying with his fingertips in his pockets.
"Buzz↗ buzz↘"
It seemed something was vibrating, fluctuating in intensity.
As this rhythmic sensation continued, the voluptuous forms of Hazuki and Miwako resembled dancing butterflies, shivering and trembling, until they completely lost the strength to stand, sliding slowly down toward the ground in Yoshito's embrace.
"You bad boy~"
"Drip, drop~"
The sky was clear and bright, yet the sound of raindrops echoed strange and unexpected. Holding Hazuki and Miwako tightly to prevent her from actually sitting on the ground, Yoshito looked around in confusion.
"Stop looking around~ I already booked a hotel. Quickly, help me over there. I feel so light now, I can barely stand."
A wave of summer breeze brushed by, providing a slight relief from the heat but brewing a much larger storm in Yoshito's heart.
Naturally, he placed his hand on Hazuki's and Miwako's thigh, his fingers playfully tugging at her lace straps.
"Smack!"
The taut strap snapped against her tight, supple skin, leaving a faint redness behind.
"With such strong thigh muscles, how can you not have the strength to walk? From now on, Miwako, you need to walk on your own~"
"Okay~"
A sweet, muffled groan escaped from Miwako as she tilted her head back to look at Yoshito's teasing smirk. Her heart raced, especially as the crowds bustling by on the street made her feel even more exposed, causing her figure to uncomfortably strain against her top.
"Uh-huh."
Nodding her head shyly, Miwako pushed herself up with her small hands, rising from Yoshito's embrace.
'Aha? Accepted so quickly?'
Yoshito gazed deeply into Miwako's flushed face, his vision blurred by the misty allure in her beautiful eyes, but he could still sense her excitement from her demeanor.
"…"
"Tap, tap~~"
The sound of high heels echoed loudly, yet among the clamor of the crowd, it seemed insignificant.
Yoshito and the others left, disappearing into the throng without leaving a trace.
Oh, no—
The gentle breeze rippled the damp patches on the ground, and a puddle had formed on the street's surface at some point.
...
...
Though he told Miwako to walk on her own, Yoshito hadn't intended to let her be humiliated in the bustling streets; the chances of exposure were too high.
"Tass-tass~"
In a secluded alley, strange splashing sounds emerged as if shoes were forcefully stepping into puddles.
"Woo~"
"Woo~"
"Woo~"
The walls of the residential buildings in the alley loomed high, blocking out the bright light of the sun, casting a shadowy hue over the area. Occasionally, beams of light broke through, leaving dappled patterns on the ground.
Supporting herself against Yoshito, Miwako had to pause and rest every few steps, gasping for breath with delicate wheezes, which were likely not due to fatigue.
"Miwako, are we going the wrong way? It's getting more deserted the further we go."
Yoshito, following Miwako closely, frequently scanned the surroundings to check for any onlookers.
"I don't think so. The navigation says we should go this way~"
"Really? Let me see."
Leaning closer to Miwako, he took her phone and examined the screen intently.
"Wait? So you think you can pull a fast one on me?"
"Smack!"
Yoshito pretended to be 'angry,' blood rushing to his head, inevitably affecting the fullness hidden beneath Miwako's short skirt.
The navigation displayed two routes: one main road that was much closer, approximately a ten-minute walk, and the winding path they were currently on which would take at least half an hour, especially considering Miwako's current struggle to walk.
"Ugh..."
Letting out a painful cry, Miwako tightened her thighs and weakly apologized, "Forgive me... please~"
"Heh, Miwako, you're being naughty. Making me walk this far and wasting my time."
Her beautiful eyes lowered, slowly filling with glimmering tears that subtly emitted a hazy mist. Her cherry-like lips pressed tightly together as if wanting to say something, but in the end, she suppressed it into a thin line.
"Ah~ Miwako, do you realize what you did wrong?"
Reaching out with his long, slender finger, he playfully lifted Miwako's delicate chin, unfazed by her helpless expression, squeezing it even harder.
"...Wuu, I—I know..."
"Just saying sorry isn't enough! I'm going to punish you."
Her heart quivered at the thought of being teased by someone younger than herself; it added a thrilling edge to the excitement.
Shivers raced through her like electricity, as Miwako said, "Yoshito, no—Kei-bro~ I'm sorry! Today, it was Miwako who deceived you, making you walk so far; please punish me as harshly as you can."
Her elegant brows arched ever-so-slightly, and her eyes, shimmering with allure, seemed filled with a charming plea.
Tears glistened, creating a delicate sheen.
Miwako, the enchanting seductress, posed so adorably that anyone would find it hard to resist, only wanting to tease and toy with her.
For Yoshito, who was energized and at the peak of his youthful vigor, the temptation was even harder to resist.
As he gazed at Miwako's exquisite collarbone peeking through her shoulder, along with the alluring curves below, Yoshito's expression grew increasingly intense as if he were going to indulge her.
And then...
As the summer wind blew through the alley, it slipped into the small residential buildings where children sounded like they were watching Ultraman, with "buzz and ping" ringing intermittently in the background—probably the sound of Ultraman's timer flickering when he was out of energy.
In the quiet alley, on the moist ground, Miwako seemed to be enduring some sort of severe ordeal, crouching down, her delicate form shivering with every movement!
Yoshito half-crouched next to Miwako, his voice fierce as he asked, "Miwako, do you know what you did wrong?"
Miwako remained silent, merely gazing up into Yoshito's eyes dreamily.
Lowering his gaze, Yoshito offered a bright smile. A sunbeam shone down, streaming through the gap in Miwako's short skirt, illuminating the water stain on the ground, reflecting a dazzling sheen on Yoshito's face, inadvertently capturing his attention.
"Mm?"
Rubbing his eyes in disbelief, Yoshito looked again, searching for the beautiful scene under Miwako's skirt reflected in the water stain.
"…"
"Creak."
A gust of wind rattled the windows of the nearby buildings, snapping Yoshito out of his daze, his shocked expression refocusing.
His eyes widened, mouth nearly agape as if he could swallow an entire apple, his throat rolling as his excitement surged, and every word he had wanted to say distilled into one heartfelt exclamation.
"You... are so hot."
This phrase acted like a pivotal switch, igniting a rush of exhilaration throughout Miwako's body, making her instantly stiffen. She sank weakly, her knees collapsing into the wet ground as she leaned toward Yoshito.
"Haah..."
"Haah..."
"Haah..."
It seemed Miwako was truly exhausted this time, having expended a lot of energy, her breaths coming in short bursts.