Chapter 167: Hey, You… Really Won't Do Anything?
Under the influence of decidedly unscientific power, the formerly clear sky turned dark and overcast. Dust whirled beneath fierce winds as clouds gathered overhead, ready to unleash rain at any moment.
The wind howled, dark waves seemed to rise, and the sun vanished behind the clouds.
Mm.
Going home was clearly impossible now.
Luke put away his item, hurried through the front door, and closed it behind him. Looking at the dazed Yumiko, he tilted his chin toward the window.
"My, what wonderfully unpredictable weather! See? I told you there'd be heavy rain."
As soon as he finished, the first wave of rain hammered the ground. The downpour instantly kicked dust into the air, and the view beyond the window disappeared beneath a gray curtain.
Those raindrops seemed to strike Yumiko's thoughts just as hard.
She gritted her teeth.
"You went this far just to stop me from going home?!"
Even Yumiko nearly jumped in outrage.
For a moment, she had completely forgotten that her boyfriend was an exorcist.
Though…
Could exorcists seriously summon rain too?
"What are you talking about? How could I possibly do something like that?"
Luke put on an innocent expression.
"You think everything happens just because I want it to? You're too naive, Yumiko."
"I don't believe you!"
"Mm… You don't?"
His own girlfriend doubted his sincerity.
How heartbreaking.
Luke glanced at her and simply admitted, "Fine. I did it. So what?"
"Nothing!"
Flustered and furious, Yumiko poked his side and kicked at his leg several times.
'Ah, school violence.'
'Terrifying.'
Luke endured her assault for a while before asking, "What do you want for dinner?"
His body felt slightly better, but as some of the exhaustion faded, hunger immediately took its place.
He really needed food.
Yumiko finally stopped attacking him and thought for a moment.
"…Anything is fine."
"That's pretty halfhearted."
"…Then something a little sweet would be nice."
"Got it."
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After dinner, Luke finished washing up and waited for Yumiko.
Annie and Mikasa had expressed considerable dissatisfaction with his decision to summon a rainstorm, but Luke had chased both of them back to their rooms.
They were never this enthusiastic about following rules on ordinary school days.
Yet at times like this, they suddenly wanted to rebel against him.
Seriously.
Yumiko eventually emerged after her shower wearing a bathrobe. The moment she saw Luke waiting, the speed at which she twisted her blonde hair around her fingers noticeably increased.
She already knew escaping was unlikely, but she still made one final attempt.
"Hey… can I sleep in Mikasa's room?"
"She's already asleep."
"Then Annie—"
"She's asleep too."
Luke answered instantly, then added, "You probably can't sleep yet anyway. Let's watch a movie."
He had spent practically the entire day sleeping, so there was no chance he could fall asleep now.
"But I still feel like this is dangerous…"
"Relax. We're only watching a movie."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Really?"
"Really!"
Seeing how solemnly Luke swore to it, Yumiko finally released her hair and muttered, "Why are you acting so serious? I was only confirming."
They returned to Luke's bedroom.
Yumiko sat there with obvious embarrassment, hugging the large plush toy beside his bed as though it were a shield.
Cute.
Luke immediately gave her full marks.
"Relax. I really won't do anything you don't want."
He genuinely liked Yumiko. Whatever mischievous thoughts crossed his mind, making her uncomfortable or causing her to dislike him mattered far more.
"So, anything you want to watch? Maybe anime? Since the weather is so gloomy, a horror movie might be good too."
Luke was about to lower the projector screen when Yumiko suddenly spoke instead of answering.
"…Hey."
She hesitated.
"You… really won't do anything?"
Luke turned around in confusion.
Yumiko sat on his bed in her bathrobe, one hand braced against the mattress. Her face was flushed with embarrassment, and an unusually timid expression had replaced her usual confidence.
The moment Luke looked at her, Yumiko hurriedly lowered her eyes.
Yet this time she did not immediately add something like, 'I was only checking.'
She simply stared at the floor while repeatedly tugging at her blonde hair.
Luke watched the normally fierce Yumiko reveal such an unmistakably girlish side of herself.
Then he answered.
"Absolutely not."
He gently pulled her back, and Yumiko fell onto the bed. Her fair, pink-tinged skin peeked through the gap in her robe, perfectly contrasted by the gray-black sheets. She turned her face to the side, her chest rising and falling with each nervous breath.
Luke reached out to hold her hand, unsure if she'd like it. Yumiko slowly looked back at him, her slender fingers intertwining with his, their palms pressing firmly together.
As she continued to glance up at him with irrepressible shyness, Luke pulled her closer. His eyes fell on her legs—the result of dedicated training—their skin smooth, soft, and yet possessing just the right amount of firmness. Touching them confirmed it: they felt every bit as flawless as they looked.
"I've touched these a million times, but they still feel amazing," he murmured.
"Mm~" she whimpered. It tickled!
Yumiko covered her mouth. Being on the receiving end of such attention was a little awkward—not unpleasant, exactly, but it left her feeling all tingly and restless. Her soft, bare feet kicked and twisted in the air, betraying her nerves.
His palm glided down her leg, brushing over smooth skin that glowed with a faint blush. Her body, fresh from the shower, felt like silk against his touch, and a captivating fragrance wafted from her skin—the exact same scent he wore.
"You used my body wash?" he asked, having recognized the smell.
Yumiko crossed her arms over her chest, her body wriggling uncontrollably. An unfamiliar, electric shiver surged through her, making both her mind and body tremble, yet she still managed a soft huff.
"How was I supposed to know? You told me I could use whatever I wanted... I just picked the one that smelled the best."
"I'm just asking. I like this scent too."
It was a bright, zesty orange.
"Hmph, who said I even liked the smell?"
Ignoring her flustered protest, he continued, "Your body is incredible, Yumiko. You're so soft and smooth."
Her skin was warm and soft, molding perfectly to his touch. She's got a great body, he thought.
Under his words and touch, Yumiko's embarrassment built layer upon layer until she finally reached her breaking point. Her face was a deep crimson, yet she still glared at him with her usual fierce intensity.
"Can you stop saying things like that?! I finally got myself in the mood!"
"Are you still nervous?"
Yumiko froze for a moment before turning her head away, muttering softly, "I-I'm fine... Just... hurry up..."
"By the way, I love you," he said, unsure if it was necessary but wanting to say it anyway.
"...Oh." Yumiko replied simply, her gaze slowly returning to meet his. "I love you too."
…
Soon after, the young woman pressed her palm against her mouth, her grip tightening as she tried to stifle the sweet, whimpering moans that would have turned her entire body red if she heard them.
Yet, long, trembling whimpers still escaped through the gaps between her fingers.
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