Twenty-Four Hours, Always with Sei-kun

—Sometimes, I feel like crying or feel sorry for myself.

In those moments, I gently close my eyes and let my consciousness wander to a different place.

In the world of imagination, you always give me a gentle hug.

—From a certain passage in “Twenty-Four Hours with You, Always.”

After finishing chintore, I visited Mari’s house. [TL: after such a romantic line we get this…..]

After being squeezed for ten shots over several hours, Mari and I were naked, lying close to each other on the bed.

…But Mari’s determination is truly amazing.

I’m still in my teens, but when we started dating, I could only manage five shots, and now I’ve reached double digits.

Even with just Mari’s nutritional management through her bento boxes, it gave this much of a boost.

When we left the gym, Mari said, “Let’s do chintore three times a week, okay♡?”… If the training effect starts to show, I wonder what kind of performance I’ll be able to achieve.

It’s both scary to imagine and a little exciting… I was in a complex mood.

While thinking about these things, Mari spoke in a coquettish voice from within my arms.

“Sei-kun… What are you thinking about?”

While being engulfed in my hands, Mari says those words in a sweet tone.

Mari likes to cuddle like this after we make love. Her expression of complete trust, with her head resting on my chest, is somehow innocent and adorable.

I replied to her.

“Hmm? Oh… I was just thinking that I’m a little tired from doing it too much.”

“Fufun? Sei-kun still needs more training. I can do a lot more.”

“Please spare me… If I keep up with Mari’s s*x drive, my cause of death will really become s*x.”

“That’s why we have to train your ××××× well, right?”

As she said this, she ran her hand over my crotch.

Sensing that the switch was about to turn on again, I hurriedly interjected.

“Wait a minute, Mari. I’m really at my limit now… Let’s save this for tomorrow’s fun, okay?”

“Hmm… If Sei-kun says so.”

Mari withdrew her hand, which she had extended, in response to my words.

Then, she hugged me tightly with that hand and spoke the next words.

“But then… I want you to hug me tighter♡“

“Okay, okay, Your Highness.”

I replied with a mixture of humor and seriousness, and then I tightened my arm around Mari’s shoulder.

“Afun…♡” Mari made a satisfied sound.

Then, in a pensive tone, she murmured,

“I love this. I feel so happy.”

“Yeah, It really is true…”

As I was about to say, “Yeah, it really is true happiness,” I suddenly stumbled on my words.

I felt a small sense of discomfort that seemed to have crept into my consciousness.

“Yeah, I’m happy♡“

Mari repeated the word “happy” with a look of complete trust, as if she hadn’t noticed the discomfort I felt.

It’s probably because Mari truly feels that way. There’s no lie in her expression, her voice, or anywhere else.

What is it?

What was the source of my discomfort?

“Hey, Sei-kun. I’ve been thinking about something.”

As I was about to dive into the sea of thought to find the source of my discomfort, Mari interrupted me.

“Huh? Thinking about what?”

As I refocused my attention on Mari, she proposed the following, as if she had never considered the possibility of being rejected.

“Sei-kun, let’s rent a apartment and live together… Then, I can be with you twenty-four hours a day, always.”

Mari smiled as if she were dreaming or delirious.