[Sad News] Living Together with the Unattainable Beauty—Her Overwhelming Affection Is Way Too Calculated - 16-17

Chapter 16: You, Defenseless After an All-Nighter

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“One more time! Please, just one more!” 

“No way, I’m done… My fingers are at their limit…” 

“Please, one last round! I’ll definitely win this time!” 

Our heated game battle showed no signs of ending, even late into the night. Gen-chan was sitting cross-legged the whole time to hide his erection, but I totally noticed. So cute. At first, I was losing one-sidedly. But once I got the hang of it, the matches became surprisingly close. 

My competitive streak and Gen-chan’s kindness, indulging my “One more time!” until the end. Before we knew it, the sky outside the window was starting to lighten. 

“Whoa, it’s already this late…” 

I gasped, looking at the wall clock, while Gen-chan, beside me, was nodding off like a small child, dozing lightly. Still clutching the controller tightly, he leaned back into the sofa, fast asleep. 

He’s asleep. 

Looking at his peaceful sleeping face, a warm feeling welled up in my chest. He usually had a slightly nervous, timid expression. But when he slept, he was so unguarded and innocent. From his slightly parted lips, soft, rhythmic breaths—suu, suu—could be heard.  His long eyelashes cast gentle shadows on his cheeks, bathed in the morning light. 

So cute… 

I quietly moved closer to him. My heart had been racing the whole time. Being held from behind by him, rubbing my thighs together, secretly feeling good on my own. I worried I might had said something weird in my nervous excitement. But I wanted him to feel that thrill too, to get closer, so I was pretty bold this time. 

My top was open so far you could probably see my stomach. My areolas were showing, but as a reward for teaching me the game, I let him see them. To be honest, it was embarrassing. Not just my panties, but even my fluffy shorts were completely soaked. 

Good thing the sofa was leather. If it was fabric, the stain would’ve given me away. Suppressing my pounding heart, I reached out with trembling hands and gently touched his slightly curly hair. Softer than I expected, it slipped through my fingers. 

His warm body heat radiated gently from my fingertips. If only this moment could last forever. Not the perfect honor student “Kanoko Fujigaya” from school, nor the cool model “KANOKO” from magazines. Just me. The real me, closest to him in this special moment. 

I gently rested my head against his chest. Enveloped in his scent, I slowly closed my eyes. The sound of his heartbeat, tokun, tokun, echoed softly in my ear. Staying up all night was an absolute no-go for my modeling work. It was bad for my skin and would affect my condition tomorrow. 

If my manager found out, I’d get an earful. But being with him like this made all that irrelevant. More than any expensive serum, more than any lavish spa. This single moment by his side filled my heart so much more. The morning sun gently streamed into the living room. Two controllers lay lifelessly on the floor, and on the TV screen, the characters stood frozen, the match undecided.

“Fuu! ♡ Fuu! ♡” 

Sniffing his scent beside him, I buried my face in his crotch, inhaling the smell of his hard erection through his shorts. My brain sparked, and I lightly squirted. Unable to hold back, I slipped my hand into my panties, stirring frantically until it frothed. 

“Ngh! ♡ Nfu! ♡ Ngh! ♡ Nmu! ♡ Ngh! ♡ Nii! ♡” 

I desperately stifled my moans to keep from waking him. The guilt and tension of masturbating next to him mixed into a chaotic, violent pleasure. Sweating profusely, my head stayed glued to his crotch, my sweat dripping onto his T-shirt. It felt like marking him, which made me happy. 

“Ngu! ♡ Nnn! ♡ Nnnnn! ♡ Nnnnnn! ♡ Ngu! ♡ Nguu! ♡” 

With climax, I felt the warm sensation of squirting in my panties. A puddle formed on the leather sofa. Oh, I’d need to clean it up before he woke up. 

“Fuu! ♡♡ Fuu! ♡♡ Don’t wake up yet, okay? ♡♡” 

I peeled off my soaked shorts and panties. They clung to my skin, reluctant to come off. Finally free, I dropped them with a wet plop onto the floor and took his hand as he slept soundly. 

“Haa! ♡ Haa! ♡ Gen-chan’s hand! ♡ So big! ♡” 

I rubbed his hand against my pussy. The slight stimulation made me squirt lightly, instantly soaking his hand. 

“Ha! ♡ Ha! ♡ Ih! ♡ I’m putting it in! ♡” 

I slowly guided his fingers to my entrance, slipping them inside. 

“Ohh! Ohh! Ohhh! ♡♡” 

His fingers, so different from mine—big, rough, reaching places I couldn’t, sending sweet tingles through me. 

“Cumming! ♡♡♡♡” 

Just two or three thrusts. That was all it took for the climax to hit. My brain must’ve been in overdrive. 

“Gen-chan, let’s melt together soon… ♡” 

I whispered softly, too quiet for him to hear. I coated my fingers with my endless flow of juices and slipped them into his mouth, marking him. In the quiet, quiet room, only our gentle breaths overlapped. It was our secret time, undisturbed by anyone.

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Chapter 17: The Cold, the Care, and the Guilt

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A sharp pain shot through my head.

It felt like someone had hit the center of my skull with a blunt object. That unpleasant sensation forced my heavy eyelids open, slowly. My body felt as if I had swallowed a bag of lead, and my throat was dry as a desert.

It looked like I had fallen asleep on the sofa. Staying up all night playing games was a really bad idea. From beside me came soft, kitten-like breathing, calm and peaceful. And I felt a gentle weight and warmth on my right shoulder.

I slowly turned my gaze that way. There she was—Fujigaya-san—resting her head on my shoulder, sleeping comfortably. Her defenseless face bathed in the morning sun, long eyelashes casting delicate shadows on her cheeks. Her cute pajamas revealed a generous chest…

Wait… Whaaaaaaaaat!?

The moment I fully realized the situation, my brain rebooted explosively.

Why!? Why is Fujigaya-san sleeping on my shoulder!? And staying up all night gaming!? On the sofa with me!?

Even in light novels, you could rarely see this level of intense events all in a row. My mind couldn’t keep up. I tried to carefully remove my body without waking her. Like the protagonist in Mission: Impossible, I moved millimeter by millimeter. But then…

A chill ran down my spine. My joints ached, creaking like they were screaming. My body felt three times heavier than usual. I might be red all over.

This is bad… I’ve definitely caught a cold…

It was the worst-case scenario. It was my own fault, but still the worst. As I paled at the sudden change in my condition…

“…Nn…”

Fujigaya-san stirred and slowly opened her eyes. When she realized she had been sleeping on my shoulder, her face instantly flushed crimson.

“S-so, s-sorry! I didn’t even realize…!”

“N-no, I-I’m the one….”

Together, we scrambled to create some distance on the sofa. It wasn’t just awkward—it was downright unbearable.

“Miyazuka-kun, your face is really red. Could it be…?”

She peered at me with concern, then gasped, carefully reaching out her cold, soothing hand to my forehead.

“Hya!?”

“I knew it! You have such a high fever! What should I do!?”

The moment her hand touched me, I let out another pitiful sound. Fujigaya-san immediately grabbed a first-aid kit from the living room shelf and shoved a thermometer under my armpit.

Beep beep beep—the sterile electronic sound echoed. She carefully pulled the thermometer out, checked the display, and muttered in despair.

“Thirty-eight point five…”

It was over. Completely over. Seeing me like that, Fujigaya-san kept apologizing while diligently taking care of me.

“It’s my fault. I made you stay up for the game…” 

Her kindness made me happy but also overwhelmed me with guilt.

It’s not her fault. This is all my own doing. I’m the one who stayed up too late. One hundred percent my fault. Yet… Why does she go so far to take care of me?

She helped me to bed, wiped my forehead with a cold towel while sweating herself, and fed me sports drinks with a straw. Her extreme devotion made me feel nothing but shame and guilt.

“Do you want something to eat? Should I make you some rice porridge?”

She peered at me with concern. Even with my fever-clouded head, my heart jumped at her closeness.

“N-no, that’s fine… I don’t have an appetite… You must be tired yourself. Don’t worry about me—just rest…”

“No, you can’t say that.”

She interrupted firmly.

“You’re sick, so just relax and be spoiled. Okay? You need to eat something to regain your energy. I’ll make it right away, so wait here.”

Without another word, she flitted off to the kitchen. Alone in the room, I stared at the familiar wooden ceiling, sinking deep into a swamp of self-loathing.

Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. I had inconvenienced the world’s most untouchable high-class beauty. I ruined her precious day off by needing her to nurse me. If I were a more capable person, I could respond properly to her endless kindness.

Thinking that, my eyes grew hot. Was it the fever? Or tears from sheer self-hatred? I was a mess of gratitude, guilt, and helpless inferiority in front of Fujigaya-san. Her sun-like kindness felt unbearably heavy and painful at that moment.

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