The Charm of the Popular Beautiful Succubus in Class Doesn't Work on Me ~ For Some Reason, This Beauty Keeps Trying to Hold My Hand ~ - 67-68 (END)

Chapter 67: Be Happy, Michihito

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“Man, I’m seriously happy for you… Wait! Ouch!  Hey! No hitting!”

“Shut up! Quit running your mouth to Kisara about unnecessary stuff!”

It was Monday afternoon, the day after the Starry Night Festival. Kokubun and I had come to our usual family restaurant.

“I just gave Sarashina some advice because she was struggling on her own, you know?”

“Your ‘advice’ is basically just information. When I found out Kisara knew about Akanashi’s confession, I went real pale. You know?!”

“Oh, that? Sarashina said she’d pay for the information, so I sold it to her. Before being Michihito’s best friend, I’m an ‘information broker,’ after all.”

Kokubun smirked and stirred the ice in his glass with a straw.

“Well, to be honest, I do appreciate it. You were pulling strings behind the scenes for my sake, weren’t you? Thanks man.”

“For you and Sarashina. I genuinely want you two to be happy.”

“Kokubun, it turns out you’re actually a good guy, huh?”

“The ‘it turns out’ part  is unnecessary.”

Suddenly, as if remembering something, Kokubun looked up.

“Did Sarashina thank you properly?”

“Thank me? For what?”

“Huh? She didn’t say anything? No thank you?”

“Uhh… I don’t think so.”

“That’s a breach of contract.”

Saying that, Kokubun flashed a devilish grin. Seeing that mischievous smirk, I instinctively swallowed hard.

“This…I guess I need to give a little punishment for Sarashina.”

“Punishment…?”

He then rubbed his hands together maliciously.

“If you do that, Kisara will use her ‘ability’ on you, and your life will be over.”

“Well, that was just a joke. Hmm… Maybe I’ll settle for some public humiliation, like having Sarashina thank Michihito right in front of me.”

“You… You really think Kisara would agree to that?”

“Sarashina can’t go against me.”

“You two… I already  thought this back at the batting center too, but you two are really close, huh?”

“Oh? Michihito… Are you jealous?”

This guy really had a rotten personality. Of course I’d be jealous to see my girlfriend getting along well with a good looking guy like you.

“Kisara is mine.”

“Whoa, so heavy. Relax. A girl like Sarashina is best suited for an idiot like you. If she and I were dating, every day would be a Liar Game. I couldn’t handle that.”

Kokubun let out a loud laugh, as if telling me not to take him seriously. Watching him, an idea suddenly came to mind.

“Hey, Kokubun.”

“…Yeah?”

“How about we all go out somewhere together sometime? If possible, let’s invite Akanashi too.”

“I don’t mind, but… Akanashi? She and Sarashina are at war right now, aren’t they?”

“Maybe… But still.”

“But?”

“I still think of Akanashi as a friend, so I want to be honest about everything to her. Of course, only if Kisara’s okay with it.”

“You think Sarashina will be okay with it?”

“Kisara will understand. She’s that kind of person. The real problem is Akanashi, but I think I should meet with her in person and talk. So far, it’s just been endless mind games between us. I don’t think we’ve ever had an honest conversation.”

“Well, if that’s what you’ve decided, then go for it. Just don’t drag me into another war zone like last time.”

“I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen this time.”

“Oh, and if we do go out, make sure Sarashina wears gloves. If I end up falling for her too, that’d be total chaos.”

Gloves, huh…Now that he mentioned it, I’d never thought about countermeasures like that before.

“Those white gloves princesses wear… Kisara would definitely look amazing in them.”

“Opera gloves?”

“Oh, yeah, I think that’s what they’re called.”

“That’s such a niche interest… I didn’t know you had a thing for that, Michihito.”

“Wha—! That’s not it! I’m definitely not imagining anything weird!”

Kokubun grinned smugly at me.

“Still, I’m looking forward to what’s coming next.”

“Looking forward?”

“Of course. You and Sarashina are officially a couple now, so all sorts of things are gonna happen… “

With his words, an exaggerated “po-wa-wa-wa~n” sound effect played in my head as my imagination ran wild.

“Argh! Shut up! That’s still a long way off! We have our own pace, okay?!”

“Is that so?”

“It is!”

“But, you know, even though Michihito was immune to her ‘ability,’ if Sarashina were to touch you dow—Ouch!”

“That is absolutely the one thing you should never say.”

Seriously… Sometimes his jokes were borderline sexual harassment, and I had no idea how to handle him when he was like that.

If Kisara really do that to me… No, no, no! That’s not the issue here!

“Hey… Michihito.”

“What?”

Pressing the spot where I hit him, Kokubun let out a deep breath and called my name. His voice was so serious, a stark contrast to his usual antics, that I couldn’t help but look at him.

“I’m really glad, you know. I feel so relieved. Be happy, Michihito.”

His expression was full of kindness, a quiet sense of peace settling over his face.

Damn it… After cracking dirty jokes left and right, he suddenly goes all serious like this? I can’t even get mad at him like this. Not that he needs to say that though. I’m going to be happy no matter what… So just sit back and watch over me, Kokubun.

“…Yeah. Thanks,  my friend. I’m seriously thankful to you.”

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Chapter 68 (END): Here, Say ‘Aah’~♡

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“Oo… Whoa…!”

“Ta-da! It’s the Kisara-chan Special, Part 2!”

“Tamagoyaki, stuffed bell peppers, and chopped burdock root! These are all my favorites!”

“In accordance with Michihito’s request, today’s bento is loaded with plenty of meat~!”

“This is seriously getting me so excited.”

“Come on, come on, try it already!”

A week had passed since the Starry Night Festival, but nothing had changed dramatically between Kisara and me. If anything, it felt like we’d gone back to the time when we were just “pretending to be lovers.” Just like back then, we were sitting on the rooftop, opening the bento Kisara had made for me. But if I had to point out one difference from before…

“Kisara, if you don’t let go of my hand, I won’t be able to eat this bento…”

“Do you want mustard shoved up your nose?”

It seemed Kisara had grown quite fond of holding hands. Ever since we officially started dating, she hadn’t let go of my hand even once. Well, I was happy too, since it meant I could always be with Kisara. Holding hands let you understand a lot about the other person. The feeling of nervousness, anxiety and also… Love. And the more you got to know each other, the better you could sense these subtle feelings. Even now, I could feel a lot of love coming from her hand.

But still, I’m just a curious, hot-blooded and very much hormonally active high school boy. If she stays this close to me all the time, well… Let’s just say my self-control is going to go out of bound someday.

For example, right now, I could feel something soft pressing against my arm… Not that I’d say it out loud though. And then…

“Are you thinking about something pervy?”

“Wha—!? O-Of course not! Quit trying to read my mind!”

And just like that. Kisara could see right through me. Honestly, it was kind of troublesome. Her accuracy was astonishing.

“Hehe, even if you try to hide it, I can always tell, you know? But for now, let’s focus on the bento’s side dishes.”

“…Kisara…. Were you always the type of a girl who can crack a joke like that?”

“Hm? What do you mean?”

“Nothing.”

Alright then… Hands together and…

“”Itadakimasu.””

Speaking of which, one more thing had changed since the Starry Night Festival. The people who used to stare at us with curiosity had suddenly vanished. Considering how much we’d flaunted our love at the festival, it wouldn’t be surprising if everyone had given up on pursuing Kisara. But with her “ability” in play, it shouldn’t have been that simple. I even asked Kisara about it, but she had no idea why either. 

Well, thanks to that, we could enjoy our rooftop lunch in peace.

With that thought in mind, I took a bite of the stuffed bell pepper.

“Whoa… this is amazing!”

“I know, right?!”

“Kisara, you’re great at making these traditional Japanese dishes too!”

“Yep! I’d only made sandwiches for you before, so I really wanted to make a Japanese-style bento next!”

“I could eat this every day.”

“Then, should I start making one for you every day?”

“You sure?”

“Of course! As long as it makes you happy, Michihito.”

Kisara’s smile was dazzling. Ah… Having such a cute girl as my girlfriend really felt like a dream.

“Oh! Also, let’s go on a picnic this weekend! We can bring a leisure sheet and a bento, then nap in a place surrounded by nature!”

“That sounds awesome! If I get to eat Kisara’s bento, of course I will go! I will go wherever you want!”

“Yay!”

“Where should we go?”

“I want to go to Onomichi again. You know, where we bought the ‘Promise Key’ together.”

Onomichi, huh… That place held a lot of memories for Kisara and me. Maybe it was thanks to the “Promise Key” that the two of us could be here, together. I should probably give my thanks to the so-called god of love.

“Onomichi sounds perfect. It’ll be a great spot for our first real date.”

“Yeah… and um… This time… We don’t have to make it a day trip…”

“Huh?”

Seeing my reaction, Kisara’s face turned bright red as she frantically shook her head.

“N-No, that’s not what I meant, okay?!”

“I-I don’t mean it in a weird way, but… There are things I want to talk to you about, things I want to tell you, and I’d like to have some time where we can talk calmly… Or something like that.”

“I-I-I don’t mind, but now that you say that, I’m really curious about what you’re going to say too.”

“Ummmm… We have a lot to talk about… You know?”

“…………”

“…………”

“…………Fine! Then this time, I, Michihito Naruse, will properly prepare a date plan where you can finally splash your feet at the beach! You better be ready for it!”

“Yeah, I’m looking forward to it. I love you, Michihito.”

Kisara said this with a satisfied smile on her face.

“Wh-what’s with that all of a sudden? You’re making me blush.”

“Come on! We’re real lovers now, so it’s fine, isn’t it?”

“Well, yeah, but still…”

“Hey… Michihito.”

“Yeah?”

“Here, say ‘aah’~♡”

Smiling cheerfully, Kisara picked up a piece of tamagoyaki with her chopsticks and held it out to my mouth.

She’s just feeding me while saying ‘aah,’ but why does this feel so embarrassing?

Unlike holding hands or dancing together, it had this strange sense of guilty pleasure. Thinking back, when Kisara first fed me like this, I also felt so embarrassed. My face was so hot, like my whole body was ablaze. But well, just like what she said…. Now that we had become a couple, something like this could be considered as a reward for everything that had happened…. Right?

I took a bite.

Huh? Why does this feel familiar…

………!

………….!

………….It’s spicy!!

“Cough, cough! You… You did it again!”

“Hehe, Kisara-chan’s Special, Part Two! This time, it’s the extra-wasabi version~! Teehee!~”

Kisara’s embarrassed expression from earlier vanished, replaced by a mischievous grin.

“‘Teehee!~’?! Don’t ‘Teehee!~’ me! This is even worse than mustard!”

“Fufu~ If you’ve learned your lesson, then never let go of my hand for the rest of your life.”

Saying that, Kisara squeezed my hand tightly. I had said this before, but really. When you held hands, you could understand a lot about the other person. Right now, at this very moment, Kisara and I both knew exactly what the other was thinking…

“P-please! Give me water!”

Just as I shouted, Kisara tightened her grip as if to keep me from escaping and pinned me down. Just as I expected…. I knew she was planning for this all along…. Alright. At this rate…

I grabbed the remaining piece of tamagoyaki from the bento box and shoved it straight into Kisara’s mouth.

“Mmffh!”

Letting out a muffled yelp, Kisara’s hand instantly became slick with sweat. Tear-filled eyes met tear-filled eyes.

“…………”

“…………”

At the same time, we both shot to our feet and sprinted down from the rooftop toward the water faucet. Ah, running like this reminded me of the first time I met Kisara. That day, she called me up to the rooftop and tried to hold my hand forcefully… But if I had to point out one difference from back then… Now, Kisara and I were running down the stairs together.

…Of course, with our hands still entwined together.

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