Volume 3 Chapter 6 – Thanksgiving 6 – Lingering Feeling

| Asagi Yuma

After that, I had Kyosuke-kun go up ahead.

I took off my swimsuit, washed my body, and then we each took turns soaking in the bath. The bathroom was filled with the scent of milk and Kyosuke-kun’s fragrance.

For a newly-initiated scent enthusiast like me, it was absolutely intoxicating.

He ran his fingers through his bangs in a sexy way and thanked me with a cheerful smile.

He looked just like Kyosuke-kun on that stage during our elementary school play.

…Except he was naked.

So, what does that mean?

Today, the naked prince was standing on my branch on that stage, … Ah!

Ahem.

I’m glad he enjoyed it. Also…

“It was fun, huh? Ehehe.”

“Yes, it was. I didn’t plan to go this far, but, well, I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

Yes, it was fun. Hearing the happy sounds of someone you love lifts your spirits more than anything. It makes you want to give them even more.

To be honest, I did have a slight plan to go this far. As soon as I heard we’d be bringing swimsuits, I immediately got myself ready, leaving Mihane waiting.

I won’t say where exactly, though.

And to think that a day would come when my “extra flesh” would actually come in handy!

He even called me pretty…

So, what does that mean?

Today, on that elementary school gym stage, the naked prince wore a wooden swimsuit and stood with a beautiful chest hole… Ah!

Ahem.

Since Kyoko and I were often cast as trees, the two of us were called the “Forest Group,” yet he accepted both of us.

And also…

“You got along well with Mihane too, didn’t you? Right, Mihane?”

“Mihane-san?”

“…Onii-chan, shuki.”

Mihane was still weak at the knees. She was the only one still in her swimsuit. It might be even more alluring than being naked.

But today, I managed to take a step forward. Mihane, who had been so anxious, had melted. I wonder if her tangled heart had loosened up. We seemed to be getting along well.

Turns out, “naked bonding” really works, huh?

“Oh, but that last bit was… absolutely okay.”

“…Amazing, the way he moved his hips…”

“…Onii…shuki.”

Yes. Despite that gentle smile, down below… it was practically a demon sword. And the way he wielded that sword was smooth, tracing graceful curves.

Such a dark prince.

Wonderful.

Was it like this?

“It was sort of like this… Ah, it’s hard to describe. It was all wavy, like a centipede with so many joints. What did you think, Mihane?”

…Onii, you were amazing.”

“He still hasn’t come back yet…”

That’s how amazing it was, huh? Lucky. But, Kyoko—what was that all about?

“By the way, Kyoko, you were pretty incredible too. What was that?”

“I was overcome with a sudden impulse… I just, you know, went for it… I was relieved when Kyosuke-san accepted it.”

I mean, I knew, but I thought things like that only happened in fiction. Manga and such—it’s all just simple lines, light and easygoing.

But in real life, it was raw, sensual, and had me holding my breath as I watched. Even Kyoko’s eyes looked misty.

That must be the legendary… gulp… Ah!

“…So, Kyosuke-kun, has nothing tomorrow, right?”

“Yes, although he mentioned he might go out briefly in the afternoon.”

Come to think of it, he really didn’t seem hurt at all. Even though he’d been hit so much in the video, he acted as if it had all been nothing.

“Even after being hit, you don’t think we pushed him too hard, do you?”

“Now that you mention it, I forgot about that too. It really seemed like he was fine, and, well, I prioritized my feelings.”

“But you know, if his body were really hurting, he wouldn’t have been able to move like that, right?”

“That’s true. I watched his expression a few times from below, and he didn’t seem strained at all.”

“That’s what I think too. He seemed fine yesterday as well.”

“But don’t they say things like that hit you afterward? Do you think he’ll be alright?”

“We should probably keep an eye on him tonight, just in case.”

“I’m worried, so I’ll stay in Kyosuke’s room tonight.”

With that, our plan for the night was set.

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| Todou Kyosuke

Today wore me out.

I lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

After that, I returned to my room. Once I’d calmed down, I realized I’d done something pretty bold and ended up holding my head in my hands.

What they call “sage time.”

Yuma, acting as scout and decoy, provoked me; then Kyoko, lying in wait, launched a magic attack, and finally, Mihane delivered the finishing blow.

A perfect ambush… Haha, I’ve been defeated.

Or rather… Sage… How’s he doing?

At the southernmost edge of Alefgard, there’s a place known as the Tower of Wisdom, home to the sage. Though they call it a home, it’s more of a city. The tower sits at its center, surrounded by near-perfect circular walls in two layers, creating a sturdy fortress city. It has no official name, but as Artlily told me, it’s been called Milkande for as long as anyone can remember.

The city has no ruler, and the sage at the center rarely appears, yet there’s no unrest, and the place is quite peaceful. It might even be the closest thing in this world to a modern city.

It has the feel of a free city, flourishing through trade with the southern continent.

Since the demon territory is rife with miasma, I had to seek out the sage for protective items to help with it.

Or rather… I was getting a bit lost in thought when there was a soft knock on the door.

“Kyosuke-kun, may I come in?”

“Yuma, you’re done?”

“Yeah. Um, Kyosuke-kun, are you really okay? After yesterday, you, well… you took quite a beating, and, I mean, were we maybe too forceful? I wonder if we even considered you at all.”

“My body’s fine. And I’m really happy about how you all feel. But I’m getting pretty sleepy, so I’ll head to bed now.”

“Oh, right. Then! Um, tomorrow morning! I’ll be here to wake you up. Good night!”

“Uh, wait! What… Oh.”

She left before I could even reply.

Phew…

…This is bad. The life-reaping counterattack might activate.

If I wake up in the morning to find three high school girls lying knocked out and bleeding in my room, I might just end up running to the nearest police station out of pure panic.

What am I going to do?