About the Case of Me Being Reincarnated as a Side Character Who Got Kicked Out Immediately Of The Story, but the Heroine, Who’s My Yandere Fiancée, Won't Leave Me Alone

Chapter 48: The Embarrassed Ojou-sama

Waking up in the morning was far too stimulating.

I opened my eyes to the light shining on my face, only to find two beautiful women still sleeping beside me.

“…A breathtaking sight, indeed.”

It was, without a doubt, a spectacular view.

Arisu was turned toward me, while Amane lay on her back in an incredibly elegant pose. It was… quite something.

“So this is what happens to a woman’s chest…”

When Arisu lay on her side, one breast naturally pressed against the other.

As a man, I’d never experience it myself, but considering I’m not fond of sleeping on my side, I couldn’t help but wonder—doesn’t it feel uncomfortable? Well, Arisu looked perfectly content in her sleep, so it was probably fine.

“And this side is just as impressive…”

Like I mentioned before, Amane was sleeping on her back.

Her hands were clasped together near her navel, which looked adorable, but her upper body… was overwhelming.

In manga and anime, female characters’ chests are usually drawn in a perfectly appealing shape.

But this “Yankano” depiction was surprisingly realistic—it properly accounted for gravity. When a busty character lies on her back, her chest spreads out naturally to the sides.

And Amane’s ample bosom was no exception—it obeyed the laws of physics, making for an utterly mesmerizing sight.

“…Wait, what am I even analyzing so seriously?”

I chuckled wryly and forced myself to focus.

At times like this, there’s always that cliché where one of them is actually awake… but no way that would happen, right? I turned my gaze from Amane back to Arisu.

“Good morning, Akito-san.”

“…Morning.”

…She was awake.

Arisu was looking right at me, her eyes fully open, though she still seemed a little drowsy.

“Still sleepy?”

“Just a little. But not enough to go back to sleep… Probably because I feel at ease with you beside me.”

“…I see.”

“Mmm.”

Arisu gently patted the spot beside her.

It seemed she wanted me to lie back down, and since I had no intention of getting out of bed yet, I obliged.

“Akito-san.”

“Hmm?”

“You still don’t remember your real name?”

“…No.”

“I see. That’s fine.”

She was referring to my true name.

I had a feeling I might never remember it, yet Arisu continued to ask from time to time. It was her way of showing that she cared—not just for ‘Akito,’ but for who I truly was.

“You’ve got me beat… Every time you make me think about my past like this, I can’t help but feel grateful. I never expected you to care so much… and that’s exactly why it makes me so happy.”

“I’m only doing what’s natural. No… If anything, I’ll admit it—I want to make you even more aware of it. I know it makes you happy, so I do it on purpose.”

“…And that makes me even happier.”

“Fufu, then I’m glad.”

Arisu smiled warmly.

I wanted to see that smile up close.

Slipping an arm around her back, I pulled her toward me. She didn’t resist—she simply nestled into my embrace.

“Oh my…”

“W-What?”

“…So you do things like this too?”

“You don’t… hate it, do you?”

“I don’t hate it… I’m just a little embarrassed.”

She lowered her face, trying to hide her flushed cheeks.

Hey, just a moment ago, you looked completely composed—why are you suddenly acting so bashful…?!

Arisu rarely ever let her cool demeanor falter, so seeing her like this made my heart race. The fact that she openly admitted to being embarrassed only made her even more adorable.

“Akito-san…”

“Yeah?”

“Do you… like me?”

“Of course I do. I mean… I can’t imagine life without you anymore.”

“I see… Fufu♪ I feel the same way.”

It was such a simple, straightforward exchange.

But for us, this was enough.

We were engaged, bound together by circumstances, and after everything we’d been through, there was no way we could part now.

(At this point… the story has completely changed.)

I hadn’t even seen the protagonist’s face yet—what was going to happen to him now? As I pondered that, Arisu puffed out her cheeks and poked mine with her finger.

“You were thinking about someone else, weren’t you?”

“Not about a woman, at least.”

“Even so. Right now, you should only think about me… Only look at me.”

“…Got it.”

I wonder… Do I seem composed to Arisu?

Maybe I do.

But in reality, my mind was in complete turmoil.

After all, my feelings had finally reached her.

I had felt happiness before, but right now, I felt more fulfilled than ever.

“Honestly, Akito-san, you’re just too cute.”

“…Could you not say that?”

“I won’t stop. I love seeing you blush.”

What the hell… What is this atmosphere?!

This is the peak of romcom energy—can I really be having this kind of moment with such a gorgeous fiancée?!

I wanted to scream out loud, but instead, I just basked in this sugary-sweet moment with Arisu.

“We’re engaged, after all…”

“Mm.”

“So… Never mind.”

“Oh? Go on, say it.”

What I had almost said… was a wish.

A desire born from my previous life, where I never had experiences like this.

And now, with Arisu as my fiancée, it was something I truly wanted to do.

As she stared at me, waiting expectantly, I realized I couldn’t escape.

“I… thought about wanting to kiss you.”

“…!”

The moment I said it, Arisu’s face turned bright red.

“Y-You always act so composed! Why are you suddenly getting this flustered?!”

“I-I can’t help it! Sure, as the daughter of the Saijou family, I’ve developed nerves of steel… and yes, I pride myself on my cold and calculating nature… But still! When the person I love—you—says he wants to kiss me… how am I supposed to handle that…?!”

We kept our voices low, careful not to wake Amane.

At this point, our status and the façades we had upheld meant nothing—right now, we were just two nervous, love-struck fools.

“I want to as well… Rather than kissing you while you sleep and not noticing—wait, no, forget I said that. Ahem!”

“Oi.”

…Well, I’ll let that one slide.

It seemed Arisu preferred being kissed rather than initiating it herself. Blushing furiously, she closed her eyes.

Completely defenseless, as if inviting me in.

“…Then, I’m going for it.”

“…Mm.”

I steeled myself and leaned in toward my beautiful fiancée.

The kiss itself lasted only a moment, but the time our lips touched felt like eternity.

Even after we parted, we lingered in a daze—until we leaned in again.