The Scariest Delinquent Girl In The Entire School, Rumored To Be Terrifying, Ended Up Sitting Next To Me. I Thought My School Life Was Over, But It Turns Out She's Actually An Incredibly Sweet Person. On Top Of That, She's A Stunning Beauty With Blonde Hair, Blue Eyes, And A Curvaceous Figure—A Triple Threat! - Chapter 25: Just The Two Of Us In A Room, Sweating Profusely...

Just The Two Of Us In A Room, Sweating Profusely…

“Haruka, is this good enough?”

“Ah, stir a little deeper…”

“Okay… how about this?”

“Ah, you’re good at this… but be a bit gentler.”

“…Like this?”

“Yeah… that’s just right.”

“Oh, it’s getting all thick.”

“Do you prefer it smoother?”

“No, I actually like it this way—especially for curry.”

As I said that, Haruka beamed at me.

“Hehe, this is so much fun! Cooking curry together with you, Yukio.”

“I feel the same. Everything is more enjoyable when I’m with you.”

Kiss

“Whoa!”

She suddenly kissed my cheek, catching me off guard.

“Sorry, I just can’t stop these feelings for you, Yukio… I just want to keep kissing you.”

As she spoke, Haruka didn’t stop at my cheek—she kissed my neck as well.

Was it her foreign heritage stirring within her?

“Haruka, no kissing while cooking.”

“Okay, but in exchange, will you make it up to me later?”

“Well… maybe not too much… but I’ll have plenty of curry.”

“Ugh, now I’m jealous of the curry.”

She puffed up her cheeks in mock frustration.

It was lunchtime, and despite the heat, we had decided to challenge ourselves by eating something just as hot—curry.

“Hey, Haruka. Shouldn’t we turn on the AC, just a little?”

“No way, Yukio.”

“But we’re going to be drenched in sweat.”

“That’s the whole point! It helps with dieting too.”

“You’re still dieting?”

“Of course! Dieting is a lifelong quest for women.”

“That sounds exhausting.”

I chuckled as we sat down at the table.

“Itadakimasu.”

With that, we picked up our spoons and took our first bites.

“This is delicious!”

We exclaimed in unison.

“Curry really is the best.”

“Yeah, it’s amazing.”

“It’s thanks to your recipe. Will you teach me again later?”

“For you, Yukio, I’ll teach you as many times as you want.”

“You’re so cute, Haruka. And… you’ve got quite the figure too.”

“Gosh, you’re such a flirt.”

“Seriously though, why would someone like you be with someone like me?”

“Because… I love you, Yukio. Ah, I just said it!”

“I feel like I’m already getting full.”

“No way! You have to eat more—there’s dessert too.”

“Oh? There is?”

“Yup. It’s me.”

“…A luxurious treat indeed.”

“Ufufu~♡”

Maybe the intense heat was making us act sweeter than usual.

“Ahh… it’s so hot… but so good.”

Haruka closed her eyes and savored the moment.

A bead of sweat trickled down her neck, sliding down further into the deep valley of her chest.

It was… quite the sight.

“…That’s incredible.”

“Yeah, it’s incredibly hot.”

“So… should we turn on the AC now?”

“No… ah, but it’s getting unbearable… but somehow, that makes it even better.”

“You know, Haruka… I’ve thought this before, but you’re kind of a masochist, aren’t you?”

“Yup. Especially when I’m with you~♡”

“Wait, but I’m always gentle with you…”

“I love how there’s a sharp edge hidden within your kindness.”

“Uh… I see…”

No, this wasn’t the time for this overly sweet talk.

Right now, I needed to focus on enduring the heat and finishing this spicy meal.

I tilted my plate and started devouring the curry.

“Wow, Yukio, you’re sweating so much… it looks sexy. Can I lick it off?”

“Gulp!“

I nearly choked on my food at her shameless remark. Spitting out curry here would be a disaster, especially since her apartment had tatami flooring. Panicking, I downed some water to keep it down.

“Phew, I thought I was gonna die.”

“Sorry, I’m such a naughty girlfriend.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that’s a bad thing, but…”

“Right? Besides, you’ve been staring at my chest this whole time.”

“Uh… but they’ve definitely gotten bigger, haven’t they?”

“Thanks to a certain someone~♡”

I’ve never met them, but… dear parents, why is your daughter this shameless!?

“Sigh, I’m drenched in sweat…”

With that, Haruka casually pulled off her sweat-soaked T-shirt.

And then—without hesitation—she reached for her bra.

“Wait, wait, that’s definitely not okay!”

“Hmm? But it’s all damp and uncomfortable.”

“Use a fan instead!”

I quickly handed her a fan, but—

“Yukio, can you fan me?”

“Are you serious?”

Knowing that arguing would be pointless, I sighed and leaned forward to fan her.

As I did, she lifted her bra slightly with her fingertips. I did my best to avert my gaze and focus on moving the fan.

“Ahh, that feels good. Yukio, your technique is amazing.”

“That phrasing… I’m literally just fanning you.”

“Hehe. Now it’s my turn—I’ll fan you.”

“Thanks.”

I handed her the fan.

For a moment, I wiped my sweat away with my hand, turning my gaze away from Haruka… but then—

“Hey, Yukio, look.”

“Hm?”

I turned back, only to see her grinning mischievously.

“Tadaa!”

She had wedged the handle of the fan between her cleavage.

Beaming with pride, she announced,

“The fan got stuck in my boobs~♡”

I stared, dumbfounded.

What do you mean, got stuck…?

“Uh, Haruka… that phrasing is…”

“What’s wrong? Should I fan you like this?”

“…Just do it normally, please.”

With the AC off and the stifling heat filling the room, my body temperature was rising for more than one reason. I had to stop myself before I got a nosebleed.