When I Helped Out At My Classy Classmate's Family Home, They Started Going All Out To Close In On Me From Every Angle. - Chapter 41: Usually Demure, But When Weak, She Becomes Clingy —1

Usually Demure, But When Weak, She Becomes Clingy —1

The day after the forest school trip was Saturday—a school holiday.

Morning. As I lay sleeping, I felt a weight on my stomach, prompting me to wake up.

“――――――!?”

In an instant, my drowsiness vanished. That’s because Ayame, dressed in her pajamas, was sitting astride my waist.

Along with surprise came another emotion—exasperation.

“Again…?”

I let out a sigh.

After all, this wasn’t the first or second time Ayame had woken me up like this.

The first time she tried this method of waking me up, I had firmly told her not to do it again. For a while, she honored that agreement. But ever since the day we went out to watch a movie, she had begun breaking that promise here and there.

I suspect it started when she teased me in the Ferris wheel gondola, awakening her amusement for mischief.

Having Ayame straddle me like this is terrible for my heart. If she were to witness the physiological response that often occurs first thing in the morning, I’d have no choice but to die of embarrassment.

That’s precisely why I need to make her understand never to wake me up like this again.

“I’ve told you many times already—this kind of thing is…”

But I couldn’t finish my sentence.

Ayame’s cheeks were flushed, her reddish-brown eyes hazy as though caught between dreams and reality. Her expression exuded an allure that stole my focus entirely.

Entranced, I even forgot to blink as Ayame slowly leaned forward.

In that moment, the scene from the Ferris wheel replayed vividly in my mind.

That day, Ayame had leaned in like this, pretending to kiss me just to tease.

And while I sat there flustered, she had whispered:

“…Right, it’s still too soon.”

Could it be? Has that moment finally arrived? Is Ayame about to kiss me?

The realization sent my heart racing, heat spreading through my entire body.

I could feel my pulse pounding loudly, as if the sound resonated inside my head.

I wanted to do something, anything, but my body, captivated by Ayame, refused to move.

Completely frozen, I watched as Ayame’s face drew closer and closer—

Thud.

“Huh?”

Instead of her lips, Ayame lowered her head to my chest.

Caught off guard, I blinked in surprise. A mix of relief, confusion, and a faint tinge of disappointment waged a battle in my mind.

“Ayame?”

I tried to gauge her condition, raising my head to look at her—and then I gasped.

“Haa… haa…”

Ayame’s breathing was labored and sounded painfully strained.

Looking closely, I noticed her face was drenched in sweat, her brows knit tightly as if she was in significant discomfort.

“Ayame? Ayame!?”

Realizing something was wrong, I called out to her repeatedly.

There was no reply—only the sound of her agonized breathing filled the room.