The bedroom door was still open, but with Eriri gone, nothing could disturb the two people inside anymore.
The moment Utaha was kissed, she instinctively wanted to push Makoto's shoulders away—maybe say a few more words.
You could also say she wanted one last shot at resisting.
But Makoto didn't give her the chance.
Once the hunter truly launched his attack, the prey she had already become had no room to escape.
Most importantly, she didn't resist—didn't even struggle.
Though their first kiss had been an accident, one thing was clear in her heart:
She liked that feeling. She craved it a little.
Just like the joy she had experienced in that dream.
The kiss hadn't been as sweet as the dream, but she did enjoy it.
So when Makoto held her tightly in his arms, and they felt each other's warmth clearly, she only lasted five seconds in trying to save herself.
After that, she began shifting her waist restlessly, her beautiful eyes slowly closing, reaching again for the joy she longed for deep inside.
It took quite a while before they finally parted.
Her breathing was already disordered, the fire in her gaze burning brighter and brighter.
Maybe it was shyness—or maybe just an attempt to cover up the awkwardness—that made her say breathlessly, "If you keep wasting time, we won't be able to take pictures tonight."
"So you did remember?" Makoto picked up on her embarrassment but didn't call her out.
There's a saying: I'd rather shoot you than a photo.
Utaha's blushing face was radiant, yet she still tried to stay composed. "So, you're saying you'll miss this chance to take photos?"
She raised her chin deliberately and said lightly, "If you miss this opportunity, I won't agree to wear the tights you picked next time."
"And what should I do now?" Makoto played along.
Utaha's lips curved into a smile, her eyes blazing even hotter.
Makoto knew very well that [Nino's Gift] hadn't been activated yet.
But Utaha looked exactly like she was already overwhelmed by her own feelings.
"I want to improvise too."
She said it softly.
Makoto couldn't help but laugh. "You really care that much about that word? Even now?"
Her cheeks flushed from his laughter, and she stepped away from his arms, walking gracefully to the chair and sitting down.
Then, her white feet lifted out of her slippers and dangled playfully in the air. Her round toes wiggled cutely. "My legs are beautiful, aren't they?"
"Yes," Makoto couldn't deny it.
"And without my permission, you definitely wouldn't touch them, right?" Utaha deliberately struck a haughty pose—only then could she regain the upper hand.
"Correct."
Hearing that, Utaha nodded with satisfaction. "Good. You're being quite obedient right now—it's making me feel like playing out a scene from a novel again."
"You didn't finish last time?" Makoto grinned.
Utaha's expression froze for a moment, but she quickly relaxed again.
"I'm still perfecting the ending of that story. Last time wasn't long enough to finish simulating everything. Do you think that's weird?"
"Not at all," Makoto replied obediently.
Utaha crossed her left leg over her right and struck a thoughtful pose. "You being so cooperative is throwing me off a bit."
"Didn't you say you wanted to improvise? Of course I'll go along with it."
"Oh? So you're saying no matter what condition I set, you'll agree?"
"Why don't you tell me your conditions first?" Makoto wasn't about to fall for that.
Utaha didn't mind. She started with, "Whose legs are better looking—mine or Yukinoshita's?"
"They both have their own charms," Makoto gave the most honest answer.
Utaha frowned. "Wrong answer. That's minus points, Fushimi~"
She dragged out his name teasingly, a playful glint in her eyes.
Clearly, she was enjoying Makoto being obedient for once.
Every other time, she either lost to him or was caught in her most embarrassing moments.
Her pride had been itching for revenge.
And now was the perfect chance.
Leaning back elegantly, Utaha smiled with satisfaction.
"Back in school, I used to observe the boys. A lot of them cared too much about being underclassmen and always fantasized about taking down their seniors."
"Can't blame them. Being on the bottom is uncomfortable," Makoto nodded.
Utaha's gaze shifted—what a weird way to phrase it.
She didn't dwell on it and continued,
"We've known each other a long time now. Even though you always call me Senpai, your behavior is far from that of an obedient junior."
"So, what do you want me to do?" Makoto waited for her move.
Utaha gave him a sly grin. "If you call me Lady Big Sis, maybe I'll consider wearing the tights you picked for me..."
"Lady Big Sis!" Makoto replied without even blinking.
Utaha: "?"
She completely lost her composure.
What happened to your pride and dignity?
You answered that fast? Doesn't that make you sound like a pervert?
Under her dumbfounded gaze, Makoto calmly said, "A little roleplay, right? I find it fun."
Just as Utaha opened her mouth to retort, Makoto beat her to it: "You're not going to go back on your word, are you?"
"...Of course not."
Utaha sighed in resignation. She regretted it a little.
At her command, Makoto turned around. There was a soft rustling sound behind him.
"I'm done."
When Utaha spoke again, Makoto turned back.
Her snowy feet were now wrapped in black stockings—not as dazzling as before, but still small and delicate.
Utaha was still thinking of how to make Makoto feel awkward in return, but then he suddenly walked over.
Recalling how he had ambushed her just now, Utaha grew nervous. "What are you doing?"
"Time for stage two."
With that, Makoto sat down on the chair next to her.
Utaha was still confused when she saw Makoto bend down and grab both her feet.
"Hey, you—mm?"
She didn't even finish her sentence—just let out a strange little noise.
Because Makoto wasn't messing around—he was massaging her feet.
That warm, soothing feeling made Utaha melt with comfort.
It was like finding a professional foot masseur after a long exhausting day—pure relief.
Utaha gave up struggling.
And began to enjoy it.
So did Makoto.
Because the system prompt chimed.
[Congratulations, Host, you've completed the mission.]
[Mission reward (Kasumigaoka's Charm Badge): As a top-tier beauty at school with a mature and sensual figure far beyond her age, she exudes tremendous appeal to any male. While wearing this badge, all females you interact with will experience a significant increase in affection and infatuation toward you.]
Makoto's first thought was: Wait… does this thing ignore age limits?
Since the reward didn't specify "same-age girls," the badge was probably all-ages compatible.
He had tested the other rewards before—and they were all ridiculously effective.
From the Charm Aura to Yumiko's Buff—
But the strongest one had definitely been Nino's divine power.
Now though, Makoto suspected he might need to re-rank his top Buffs.
As he pondered, he subtly watched Utaha's expression.
The fire already burning in her eyes was flaring even brighter thanks to his expert foot massage.
It looked like it could turn into a wildfire at any moment.
Just then, he heard Utaha let out a soft hum.
The next second, she lifted her dreamy gaze. "Stop."
Makoto stopped.
She still carried the air of a little queen, but her voice was dripping with seduction. "Go sit by the bed."
"Hm?"
"Just sit first."
"Alright."
Makoto did as he was told.
Utaha slipped on her slippers, swaying her slim waist as she walked up to him.
Her red lips moved slightly as though murmuring to herself, "Even if I'm not fully ready yet… where there's a will, there's a way…"
She pressed down on Makoto's shoulders, pushing him down.
Once he lay back obediently, she kicked off her slippers and stepped over him with her long, black-stockinged legs.
"You're not allowed to move, and you're not allowed to laugh. Got it?"
Sitting on Makoto's lap, her face flushed and seductive, she whispered.
As Makoto looked at the way she was sitting, a random memory of a farming YouTuber he used to watch before crossing worlds popped into his head—Huanong Brothers.
He remembered their navel oranges looked really delicious.
Yes. This was a navel orange.
…
When Utaha left, she wasn't wearing her stockings.
She even borrowed a pair of sports shorts from Makoto.
As for the remaining stockings—they were all left behind at Makoto's house.
He couldn't help but sigh.
He really had become a sports shorts wholesaler.
A wholesaler who didn't charge money.
Ichika, Nino, and Yumiko had each borrowed a pair.
Whether they forgot or were too embarrassed to bring it up, none of them had returned theirs until now.
"Time to buy some new sports shorts."
Makoto muttered as he stared at the only remaining pair of Anta-brand shorts in his closet, then picked up the stockings from the floor.
As for a certain piece of fabric, of course Utaha took that with her.
Even if she couldn't wear it anymore, she wasn't about to leave it for Makoto.
Meanwhile…
After Utaha returned home and greeted her parents, she headed straight to her room and collapsed onto her bed.
She looked exhausted—but that exhaustion came with a sense of satisfaction and joy.
That was the second time.
She had experienced that feeling a second time.
And this time, it wasn't in a dream. She had taken the initiative.
Undeniably, after feeling that rush, she had that "You've won a free drink" kind of urge—like she wanted to go again.
She already knew she was feeling something when Makoto massaged her feet earlier.
But she could still hold back then.
After that, for some reason, the fire inside her ignited.
And then she turned into "Scorching Utaha."
"I showed that shameful expression in front of him again… Can I still regain the upper hand in the future?"
She muttered as she opened her eyes.
A few seconds later, she closed them again.
She was still savoring the memory.
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I wonder what naval orange means…
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