When Two Wounded Hearts Find Solace In Each Other, Snow White (The School's Beauty) And I Were Mistakenly Labeled As A Silly Couple. - Chapter 72: Washing Snow White's Body.

Washing Snow White’s Body.

“Am I really going to wash it?”

Even though she’s in a swimsuit, just seeing Himeno’s body makes my heart race.

In the midst of that, I was anxious about whether I could wash her body properly.

Everyone gets nervous when doing something for the first time.

“Yes. I want Taka-kun to wash me.”

“Well, understood.”

Being sweetly spoken near my ear, I couldn’t bring myself to refuse, and despite feeling embarrassed, I wanted to wash her.

Takashi blends body soap in his hands and proceeds to wash Himeno’s back as she sits facing away.

“Mmm…”

Indeed, her back seems to be a bit sensitive, as a sweet moan escapes.

Since there aren’t many opportunities to see her back clearly, it’s not entirely clear, but unlike mine, Himeno’s back is white, beautiful, and incredibly soft.

It’s strange that her back, which shouldn’t be so soft, feels this way.

A girl’s body is soft everywhere.

Taking care not to let the bikini straps come loose, I diligently continue washing her body.

“Having you wash me feels good. Perhaps you’re used to it because of Shikibe-san?”

“No, it’s my first time with you,  Himeno.”

If it were back in elementary school, it might be different, but since reaching adolescence, this is the first time with Himeno.

In the first place, Marika doesn’t take baths in this house.

“I guess cohabitating couples do things like this.”

“C-Cohabiting…”

I unintentionally blurt out what I was thinking, but it’s too late once it’s said.

Since she’s facing away, I can’t see Himeno’s face clearly, but she’s probably bright red.

Being a cohabitating idiot couple might involve being naked, but for Takashi, it’s a high difficulty level, and he would die of embarrassment.

Besides, they’re not even officially dating.

“Yeah, you’re right. In our relationship, we don’t normally do things like this.”

Her voice carried a hint of sadness.

“Sorry. I don’t mind, you know. I’m really happy that you trust me enough to take a bath together like this.”

To show that I don’t mind, I gently place my hand over Himeno’s hand.

Taking a bath with someone I like is embarrassing, but it’s not unpleasant; rather, it’s enjoyable.

Because being able to feel happiness is important.

“I’m glad. Well then, please wash the front too.”

Himeno turns towards me with a rustle.

(It’s finally come to this.)

Washing the front, in addition to the back, is indeed a high level of difficulty.

Especially when the swimsuit emphasizes the chest, my eyes naturally gravitate towards it.

It seems I cannot defy the instincts of a man.

“Uh, I’ll wash my chest myself, okay?”

Perhaps noticing my gaze, Himeno instinctively covers her chest with her hands.

“I understand. Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. If it were someone else, just being stared at would make me uncomfortable, but in your case, well… it’s not unpleasant.”

It must be the effect of liking someone.

There’s a phenomenon where things you wouldn’t tolerate from others become acceptable when it’s someone you like.

In reality, Marika doesn’t hold hands with the opposite sex, but as his favorite brother, she only holds hands with Takashi.

“So, um… please wash my stomach too.”

“Well, understood.”

Since she’ll wash her chest herself, I apply the soapy hands to Himeno’s stomach and start washing.

Despite having no excess fat and a clear waistline, her stomach is incredibly soft.

“Hehe. It tickles.”

Anyone would find it ticklish to have their stomach washed.

“S-Sorry.”

Embarrassed, I apologize, but I can’t bring myself to stop washing her stomach.

There aren’t many opportunities to touch the stomach of someone you like, and I want to savor it a bit longer.

“It’s okay. If it’s not covered by the swimsuit, you can wash it, you know?”

In other words, it means it’s okay to wash up to the roots of the thighs.

“This is just too embarrassing…”

Even washing her stomach alone feels awkward, and the thought of washing her thighs as well makes the embarrassment overwhelming—I might actually faint.

We’ve kissed before, but washing with my hands feels like an entirely different challenge.

“Taka-kun, you’re surprisingly innocent for someone who was with Shikibe-san.”

“Well, we were together, but we didn’t do things like this.”

Marika’s loungewear tends to be revealing, providing plenty of opportunities to see her thighs.

“So, I’ll be your first… experience, right?”

“W-Well…”

The word “first” triggers my heart, and my heartbeat quickens even further.

I can feel my body warming up.

“S-So, I’ll wash your legs, then.”

“Y-Yes. Please.”

As Himeno, sitting down, extends her right leg, I wash it, trying to endure the embarrassment.