Chapter 8: If You Ask a Female Friend, Surprisingly…

Pouring a bit of miso soup into a small dish and taking a sip—

“Hm… Good enough, I guess?”

Minato licked the remaining soup from the dish, tilting his head.

“Morning~”

“Morning, Hazuki.”

Hazuki, in her uniform, strolled into the Minato household’s kitchen.

As autumn neared its end, she’d finally started wearing her blazer over her cardigan.

“Oh, smells good.”

“Perfect timing, Hazuki. Taste this for me.”

Minato poured more miso soup into the dish.

Hazuki took a sip.

“Hm… Yeah, seems about right.”

“Your reaction’s exactly like mine.”

“‘Cause we grew up eating the same stuff, right?”

“That was just for a short while.”

A few months of shared dinners couldn’t make their tastes align.

“It’s been two weeks since you started cooking, right, Minato? You’re improving fast.”

“Eh, miso soup’s something you can nail in one go.”

Minato vaguely recalled making miso soup in home ec class.

Back then, he’d left it all to the girls in his group who were good at it.

Thinking back, he’d been a hassle. No wonder he didn’t have female friends.

“I’d probably mess it up no matter how many times I tried. Might not even think to taste it.”

“That’s a classic fail. But if it’s edible, good enough.”

Minato turned off the induction stove and poured the miso soup into bowls.

A ready-made omelet, microwaved mini sausages, and a salad of just chopped veggies.

Plus freshly cooked rice and nori.

Minato split the food into two portions, and Hazuki helped carry them to the table.

“Half of this is still store-bought.”

“Nice, nice. The omelet’s not burnt either. Oh, that golden color’s gorgeous!”

“Hm… I like my omelets sweeter, but it’s not quite there. I followed the recipe, though.”

“You’re so picky, Minato.”

Hazuki gave a wry smile as she sat at the table, Minato sitting across from her.

Since Serina treated them to her homemade hot pot a while back, Minato had suddenly gotten serious about learning to cook.

Seeing a girl his age make such great food while he couldn’t do anything made him feel pathetic.

Hazuki, though, seemed to have no such thoughts.

“I’m only at breakfast level so far.”

“Just having a hot breakfast makes me so happy♡ Usually, it’s cereal or sweet bread~”

“Same here.”

By the way, Minato’s dad had already left for work.

He claimed “breakfast dulls the mind,” so he often just grabbed coffee and went.

“Since it’s a rare chance, I wanna eat before it gets cold. Cool?”

“Yeah, good call. Dig in.”

“Let’s eat~”

Hazuki sipped the miso soup, then took a bite of the omelet.

“Mmm, yummy, yummy. You’re amazing, Minato. You could be my mom.”

“Mommy, I wanna nurse~”

“Gross!”

Hazuki looked genuinely repulsed.

“…Yeah, that was too gross. Forget I said that, Hazuki.”

“At least say ‘big sis’ or something. ‘I wanna nurse from big sis’ might be okay?”

“Nope. Still gross.”

“…Yeah, forget I said that too.”

They were already trading dumb banter first thing in the morning.

“But seriously, the miso soup and omelet are great. I wish I could have your miso soup every day.”

“You proposing?!”

“Why not ditch being friends and be my wife?”

“I’ll consider it if I can’t find a job. They say good-looking social butterflies like you might have an easier time finding work than slightly smart loners like me. You seem more likely to rake in cash.”

“So not a wife, but a sugar baby?”

“That works too.”

Their silly banter kept going—

But seeing Hazuki eat so happily warmed Minato’s heart.

Her rice bowl, miso soup bowl, small plate, teacup, and chopsticks were her own set.

The Minato household had an extra set of tableware, but his dad didn’t seem to mind.

“I might be surprisingly good at whatever I try. Not just breakfast—I wanna tackle fried rice or curry next.”

“F-Fried rice? Curry? You’re aiming for high-level stuff, Minato?”

“That’s not high-level.”

Though for two people who’d never cooked, it was daunting.

“No choice, I’ll be your taste tester.”

“I’ll poison you for real.”

They kept joking, leisurely finishing their meal.

Minato suddenly felt this scene was a bit like a cohabiting couple—or even a married one’s breakfast table.

He gave a wry smile while washing dishes in the kitchen.

Sadly, the Minato household lacked a dishwasher’s civilized convenience.

Cooking meant washing not just tableware but pots and pans too.

“The worst part of cooking is the cleanup.”

“You’ve grasped the truth, Minato. Want me to wear a maid outfit to help next time?”

“Serina-san in a maid outfit… That’d be lethal.”

“I meant me! Oh, but I’d love to see Ruka in a maid outfit too. I wanna lift her skirt from behind while she’s cooking in a frilly maid dress and see her blush!”

“Aren’t you hornier than me?”

Cleanup was a pain, but joking with Hazuki made it fun.

They finished the dishes while bantering—

“But in the end, cooking’s a win-win for both me and Minato.”

“It’s still a hassle, so not a win for me.”

“No way.”

Hazuki suddenly squinted at Minato.

“Didn’t you have a blast learning to cook with Ruka? Like how to hold a knife, then you touch her hand, both go ‘ah…!’ and blush…”

“…sounds like a rom-com scene.”

“You’ve seen her panties and chest but get shy over touching her hand? That order’s weird.”

“Ugh…”

She was right, but Minato couldn’t help reacting to touching Serina’s slender hand.

Of course, Serina was the one teaching him to cook.

Taking cooking lessons from the gorgeous black-haired Serina was just too fun.

“H-Hazuki, you could learn too. I’m still a beginner; it’s not too late—”

“How could I intrude on my two friends’ happy time?”

“We weren’t that happy…”

Well, maybe they were.

The initial awkwardness with Serina was gone; now Minato could talk to her easily.

“Even after becoming my friend, you kept your guard up for a while. But you got close to Ruka way too fast.”

“N-No, that’s not…”

No matter how approachable Serina was, she was still a top-tier beauty.

Oddly, even after their “game,” Minato and she hadn’t fully closed the distance.

“What, you mad, Hazuki?”

“Nah~ I’m grateful for hot meals every morning. And it’s great you’re making other female friends.”

“…Really?”

Her words felt loaded, but since she said that, Minato didn’t press.

In reality, he and Serina hadn’t spent much time together, so they weren’t that close.

“Ugh~ But, y’know…”

“What’s up, Hazuki? You’ve been acting like you’ve got something to say all day.”

“Nothing… Well, maybe.”

Hazuki crossed her arms, thinking, then said:

“Hey… Minato wanna come to my place?”

“Sure, let’s go to your place today. But if we’re making dinner, I’d rather use my kitchen.”

“Not after school… now.”

“Now? Wait, what about school—mmph!”

Hazuki suddenly hugged Minato and kissed him.

With a chu, she gave a kiss that felt like it was sucking his lips—

“Let’s skip class. If we wanna laze around all day, home’s comfiest. And you can treat my place like yours, do whatever you want.”

“W-Whatever I want?”

“Yup. Eat what you want, drink what you want, lounge in bed. And—”

Hazuki slowly loosened her tie and undid two buttons on her white shirt.

Then she yanked the shirt open, revealing the valley of her F-cup chest.

“You can play with your female friend’s chest as much as you like.”

In the end, Minato and Hazuki really skipped school.

Minato was generally a diligent student, never missing class without being sick.

He did send an email to the school for an absence notice.

Though at their school, most kids who skipped didn’t bother.

“What about you, Hazuki?”

“Oh~ I already LINE’d my friends, said I’m hanging with you.”

“That blunt, huh…?”

“If we were doing something shady, I wouldn’t say it outright. They’ll think we’re just chilling.”

“I see. Though we’re kinda just chilling anyway.”

“This is… hm… a kind of chilling. The kind only opposite-sex friends do.”

They arrived at Hazuki’s room in her apartment.

Though they’d skipped school, Minato still in uniform, brought his schoolbag.

He shed his blazer, sitting on the bed, leaning against the wall.

Hazuki lay beside him—

Her upper body bared her snowy skin, and though she still wore her skirt, it was flipped up, fully exposing black panties.

Even those panties were slightly pulled down, looking quite provocative.

“No bloomers today…”

“‘Cause I planned to skip from the start.”

“You made it sound spontaneous…”

When Hazuki didn’t go out, she skipped bloomers or shorts under her skirt.

No, sometimes in casual clothes, she didn’t even wear a skirt.

Besides comfort, she found bloomers and shorts “not cute enough.”

“Minato you were just complaining about me… but I’ve got a complaint too.”

“Huh? What’s up?”

“Don’t play dumb~ It’s fine if you pounced on me eagerly when we got here—”

Hazuki leaned close to Minato.

“Look at this. My chest’s all wet… Geez, you licked and nibbled… and, f-finally, did that…”

“What’s ‘that’?”

“Don’t play coy, Minato! You did that! S-Sandwiching with my chest… Unbelievable!”

“Well, it’s so soft, I couldn’t help it… I thought I knew how soft your chest was, but different ways of enjoying it bring out new sensations.”

“Don’t say ‘enjoying’!”

Hazuki leaned forward, glaring at him.

“But after I asked, didn’t you have fun too, Hazuki? You said it felt weird when sandwiching, called it cute when it bounced, and rubbed it eagerly.”

“Tch, I said that to hide my embarrassment! No one would normally do that!”

Hazuki slowly caressed her F-cup curves with her hand.

Even lying down, they defied gravity, maintaining a perfect bowl shape.

“Geez, to think my chest could be used like that… A-And you even finished on my chest…”

“Well, you said I could do whatever, so I went all the way. No guy could resist finishing with something so big and soft sandwiching him.”

“Minato you watch too much porn…?”

She glared again, but Minato actually didn’t watch much of that.

“I probably don’t need porn for a while.”

“W-Wait… You’re gonna think back to what we did with my chest?”

“Seeing panties or groping is already wild, but honestly, that just now was insane…”

“W-Was it that good? Well, if you’re happy, fine… I kinda had fun too.”

Hazuki sat up on the bed, cupping her F-cup chest with her arms.

“So, wanna suck it again?”

“Y-You want more?”

Hazuki instantly scooted to the back of the bed—

“N-Not that it’s off-limits… B-But can I wipe my chest first? It’s all sticky… Pass me some tissues. There’s wet wipes over there.”

“Oh, these…”

Minato grabbed a few wet wipes from the bedside shelf and handed them to her.

“Ugh… Stickier than I thought. Geez, you licked it all over, made it so dirty…!”

“Oh, want me to wipe it?”

“Wipe? You’re not wiping—you’re groping my chest… You’re definitely groping!”

“So intense~ Not sure if it’s soft or springy.”

“G-Geez… Can you not have that much fun even while cleaning?”

“Even if you say that, your chest is so big and soft, I could grope it forever. By the way, I’m already…”

“Wait, you’re sucking again…! Geez, you’re making those chu, chu sounds on purpose!”

“Phew… This side of yours is so tasty, Hazuki…”

“H-How could it have a taste… Mmm…!♡”

Was Minato cleaning her chest or making it dirtier?—

“Ahh… Mmm… W-What are we even doing?”

When Minato pulled back, Hazuki’s massive chest swayed as she panted.

Her glossy pink nipples, her fair stomach and navel, her nearly fully lifted skirt, half-off black panties, and snowy thighs—

Her flushed, adorable face and tousled milk-tea hair.

Hazuki Aoi, sprawled on the bed, was too cute, too provocative.

“Hey… You went too far, didn’t you?”

“Way too far.”

Hazuki glared at him fiercely.

“Bit late to ask, but why’d you go this far… Even if we’re friends…”

“You’re questioning it now after enjoying it so much? Well, how do I put it—huh?”

“Hm?”

Hazuki sat up, looking at the floor.

Minato followed her gaze.

“W-Wow, rare… Momo actually showed up in front of a guest.”

“Oh, this is my first good look at Momo…!”

A brown Scottish Fold sat by the open door.

Momo was staring up at the two on the bed.

“…Your weird noises probably made it come check, Hazuki.”

“Who made me make those noises?”

“Yeah, who was it…”

Hazuki glared again, and Minato averted his eyes.

“Wait, hold on? I think I’ve seen that cat…”

Looking at Momo again, a memory stirred in Minato’s mind.

Though cats of the same breed and color look similar, Momo was strikingly beautiful.

It had a noble, self-assured air—like a cat owned by a social queen.

Such a distinctive cat couldn’t be mistaken.

Minato had seen this cat before—and even held it.

“Sigh… You finally noticed?”

“Huh? Hazuki?”

Hazuki sighed, giving him a look.

Minato looked at Momo again, feeling a memory surface.

“Though it’s super important to me, guess it wasn’t to you.”

“W-What’s that mean?”

“No choice, I’ll tell you. Momo, this big brother’s your savior.”

Momo let out a soft “mew~.”

“Back in spring, Momo ran away.”

“Ran away?”

As Minato echoed, Momo mewed again.

“Momo had a cold then. I put her in a pet carrier to take her to the vet. But on the way back, near the apartment, I almost got hit by a bike, and I dropped the carrier. Momo got scared and bolted.”

“sounds kinda familiar…?”

Minato tapped his temple, thinking.

“So I called my mom, and we searched everywhere. When she got back to the apartment, she saw a boy there. When she asked if he’d seen Momo, he immediately helped look.”

“…”

Minato’s memory slowly came back.

There was something like that—

“We still couldn’t find her by evening. Mom said it was dangerous for me to stay out and told me to go home. But that boy kept searching. Late at night, he found Momo in a nearby park and brought her back.”

“…There are such kind people out there.”

“Too kind. Searching hours for someone else’s cat.”

“…”

To Minato it was just a small favor, nearly forgotten.

Maybe because he’d just moved and was busy starting high school.

And for cat-loving Minato helping find a lost cat was a no-brainer.

“My mom picked up Momo and thanked him.”

“…”

Minato vaguely recalled a beautiful older woman thanking him and giving him snacks.

She looked young. Only now did he realize she was Hazuki’s mom.

He’d probably heard the name “Hazuki” then but forgot, maybe dazzled by her beauty.

“It was my fault, so I always wanted to thank you, Minato.”

“…First I’m hearing of this.”

“I also heard that boy went to the same high school as me.”

“Whoa…”

Minato recalled Serina mentioning Hazuki talking about “a student from our high school in this apartment.” The mystery was solved.

Hazuki had known about him one-sidedly.

“Since you found Momo, I didn’t get a chance to thank you… and it got harder to say.”

For social butterfly Hazuki, that was surprising.

Though classmates, they had zero interaction in spring.

Minato understood why she’d find it hard to approach him.

“But—”

“Hm?”

“From then on, I knew you were a good guy.”

Hazuki said with a soft smile.

“…Saying that out loud is pretty embarrassing, huh.”

“Hey, I worked hard to say it!”

“S-Sorry. Just kidding. But hearing that from someone flashing their whole chest isn’t exactly moving.”

“Tch, you’re the one who made me show it!”

Hazuki leaned closer, making her curves bounce.

“So, from the start, I knew you were a trustworthy guy.”

“I was just worried about the cat. Isn’t that normal?”

“Not everyone would do that. So when I needed a tutor for makeup exams, I thought it was a chance to talk to you. Someone who’d search for Momo would probably patiently teach me, even if I’m bad at studying.”

“That’s why, huh…”

“Since we became friends, if you had any requests… I-I felt I could agree to them.”

To Hazuki, Momo was family.

So it was natural she’d trust Minato who saved Momo.

That trust led them to become close at school, hang out, and deepen their bond—

Though Minato had no idea it started with that.

“But!”

“W-What now?”

Hazuki’s mood swings made Minato wonder if she was emotionally unstable.

Momo, startled by her shout, mewed briefly and scampered off.

“Ah, I didn’t pet it yet!”

“Next time, I’ll let you pet it to your heart’s content—if Momo agrees.”

“That’s the hardest part…”

Momo’s defenses seemed tougher than its owner’s.

“Forget that, Minato.”

“W-What?”

“I’m not complaining about Ruka, but I got close to you first, yet you keep cozying up to her. I know she’s cute and sweet, so it’s not weird you’d get ideas.”

“I’m not getting ideas…”

“You saying you don’t?”

“Okay, fine, I am.”

Since earlier, Hazuki’s intensity had Minato slipping into polite speech.

“It’s fine if you get closer to Ruka than me. It’s just… I can’t accept it…”

“E-Even if you say that…”

Hazuki’s words were a jumbled mess.

She seemed unable to process her feelings.

Could it be—jealousy?

Jealousy wasn’t rare among friends.

Seeing a friend get close to someone else often stings.

That should hold true for opposite-sex friends too.

“I always worry that one day you and Ruka will leave me out. Like when you picked PC parts together or cooked…”

“No, no, you chose not to join the cooking!”

“True… But eating your food, though it’s good, makes me uneasy…”

Hazuki seemed genuinely unable to accept it.

But even so, Minato didn’t know what to do.

Her sudden suggestion to skip class seemed tied to his cooking.

No… it was probably—Hazuki had a lot she wanted to say.

“So… anything’s fine. You’re my best friend, Minato. If you want more…”

“More, meaning…”

Minato looked at Hazuki closely.

Though she covered her chest with her arms, it was too big to hide.

With her shirt open, her fair stomach was exposed.

Their earlier tussling had flipped her skirt, faintly showing her black panties.

Minato swallowed hard.

A stunning beauty, nearly half-naked—agreeing to let him do anything.

In this situation, there was only one thing a guy would want—

“Sigh… Hazuki…”

“Ugh… Y-Your eyes are scary, Minato…”

“Please, Hazuki! Just once—let me sleep with you!”

“Knew you’d say that!”

Hazuki pulled the bedsheet up, covering herself.

“But if there’s something I wanna do—it’s gotta be this, right?”

“Y-Yeah, true… Ugh… Minato you…”

Hazuki pulled the sheet higher, showing only half her face.

“…I’ve been curious about you since spring. You live two floors down, and I thought it’d be fun to hang out… but it was too close, so it took time to talk to you. You’re a good guy, but we might not click.”

“…I’m not that great.”

“Idiot~ You’re overthinking. Just thinking that makes you a good guy.”

Hazuki chuckled softly.

“Then it was about whether hanging out would be fun. So I invited you to join everyone to test that… S-Sorry for kinda testing you.”

“It’s fine…”

Forget Minato as a guy—Hazuki’s a girl, and a ridiculously pretty one.

Approaching guys carelessly could lead to trouble.

“Hanging with you is fun. And you treat me so casually… E-Even your weird requests are fun… Coming home to a lively house feels great.”

“…If my being here keeps you from feeling lonely, that’s awesome.”

“Yeah, when it’s just me and Momo and it feels lonely… knowing a friend’s three minutes away is reassuring.”

Hazuki peeked out from the sheet, sat up—and gave Minato a chu kiss.

“I’m so glad you moved here, Minato. If it’s you—I can grant your requests.”

Chu, chu—two more kisses.

“Everything we do makes me happy. So if you ask—I’ll agree.”

“…So, can I sleep with you?”

“Hey, slow down!”

Hazuki shot him a fiercer glare than ever.

Minato meant it as a joke to lighten the shy mood, but got scolded instead.

“B-But… in this situation… um… for safety…”

“Oh? Oh, got it.”

Minato caught her meaning, got off the bed, and pulled something from his bag.

“Minato… You brought it?”

“J-Just in case… You never know, so I kept it in my bag…”

“Hey… That’s for using on me? Pervert, total pervert!”

“Look, buying this was embarrassing. I rode my bike to a far-off convenience store.”

Minato placed the small box by the pillow.

It was the “preparation” he’d decided on before midterms.

Buying it at the convenience store checkout was surprisingly shameful, so he’d cleverly grabbed some random snack magazines to check out together.

“H-How many in that box?”

“Twelve… I think?”

“It’s unopened? Brand new?”

“I thought about trying one on, but didn’t.”

“Oh…”

Hazuki stared at the box for a moment.

“One more time—are you using this on me?”

“O-Of course.”

Minato nodded repeatedly.

“Oh… I feel like I see a cute black-haired girl behind you, but I’ll let it slide.”

“Y-You’re imagining things.”

“So, can you promise to use all twelve… on me?”

“T-Twelve times in one go?”

“I didn’t say all at once!”

“R-Right. That’d kill me.”

Even for an energetic high schooler like Minato that many times was impossible.

“So, we’ll do it thirteen times… right?”

“Huh? Wrong number. Need me to teach you math?”

“N-No, that’s not it.”

Hazuki glared, then grabbed the box—and tossed it to the floor.

“T-The first time… it’s my first time too.”

“Huh, f-first time?”

“Obviously. Don’t let my flashy style fool you—I’m not some player.”

“Tch, right.”

That glamorous, gyaru-style Hazuki, surprisingly—

But then, her first kiss was with him too, so Minato oddly accepted it.

In their months together, Hazuki hadn’t been around any guys besides Minato.

Since Hazuki Aoi had never dated, it made sense she had no “experience”—

“S-Since it’s my first time, at least for the first… um… w-we can do it raw…”

“F-For real? No condom…?”

“J-Just once! Only once! The next twelve, you wear it… We’ll figure it out after they’re used up.”

“…”

Just buy more—Minato didn’t point that out.

“Hazuki, just once… Please, let me sleep with you…!”

“G-Geez, no choice… Really just once, okay?”

Hazuki’s face was so red it seemed ready to steam.

“Just once. ‘Cause I’m… not your girlfriend, just your friend, okay?”

“…”

Even with a girlfriend, wearing a condom is basic courtesy, but Hazuki seemed to think differently.

“Just this once… I want you to feel me directly. It’s our first time…”

“Yeah…”

Minato hugged Hazuki, kissing her—groping her full chest as he pressed her onto the bed.

“Ugh… It’s evening already…!”

“Uh, almost seven.”

“‘Almost seven’ my foot!”

Hazuki shouted, scrambling off the bed to fling open the curtains and peer outside.

It was late autumn, so the sun set early, and it was already dark.

“W-We did it for that long…”

“By the way, Hazuki, at least put on some panties.”

“Huh? Eek…!”

Hazuki hurriedly covered her chest.

But her heavy F-cup curves couldn’t be fully hidden, and her cute pink nipples peeked through.

“No need to be so shy, right? I’ve already seen everything.”

“Tch, that’s a different matter! Hey, lend me that first!”

“Hm? This okay?”

Minato picked up his uniform shirt from the bed’s edge and tossed it to Hazuki.

She quickly slipped it on, fastening a few buttons.

“…It’s kinda big. And it smells like a guy.”

“Of course, it’s not a girl’s. Can you not just sniff it out of nowhere?”

“W-What’s the big deal?! It’s my first time wearing someone else’s clothes!”

Hazuki retorted, bringing the oversized sleeve to her mouth again.

Did she actually like Minato’s scent?

“Oh, this isn’t a boyfriend shirt, okay?”

“I-I know that.”

Minato was a friend, not a boyfriend, so it wasn’t a boyfriend shirt. Still—

The shirt was barely closed, revealing nearly half her chest.

Though oversized on Hazuki, the hem still showed her snowy thighs.

The too-long sleeves added a touch of cuteness.

Even after seeing her body fully, this look still got Minato excited.

“Whoa, I kicked something… Oh, it got tossed over here?”

“Ah, there it is. Was wondering where it went.”

Hazuki picked up the small box, peeking inside.

“Hm… Ten left… Feels like they’ll run out fast…”

“Won’t last a week.”

“…Hey. I didn’t say you could do it every day.”

“I-I know, just joking.”

Minato caught the box Hazuki tossed and slipped it into his bag.

“…Hey, Minato why’d you take one out?”

“Oh, we’ve got three hours before our parents get back, just in case.”

“In case of what?! No more today! It still feels like it’s in there…”

Hazuki slumped against the bed, sitting on the floor.

“That was intense… I don’t even remember the first time…”

“Me neither… Just that it felt insanely good.”

“Honestly, it hurt… I was really crying.”

“S-Sorry. But you said to keep going, didn’t you?”

“W-What else could I say then?! If I said it hurt too much and to stop, wouldn’t that be awkward?!”

“Really sorry…”

As expected of a social queen, she prioritized the mood.

Minato knew it hurt her, but it felt so good he couldn’t stop.

“…Oh, right. Could it be…”

Hazuki suddenly looked up, yanking the bedsheet off.

“Ugh… This needs washing, or it’s gonna be bad…”

The sheet was stained with various fluids, and—

“S-So much blood… No wonder it hurt…”

“…I was too caught up in feeling good. Really sorry…”

“W-Wait. You keep apologizing like I did something wrong! Ugh… The first time hurt, sure, but after… and the next two times, I was…”

“Feeling great, right?”

“You’re so tactless!”

Hazuki hurled a pillow at him.

With her stellar athletic reflexes, it smacked Minato’s face dead-on.

“I said just once, but you… tch, three times… Aren’t you too horny, Minato?!”

“W-Wait. The third time, you hugged me and said, ‘One more time’s fine…’ didn’t you?!”

“I-I don’t remember! You should forget it! Such a tactless guy!”

Hazuki grabbed the pillow she’d thrown and whacked Minato’s chest with a thump, thump, thump.

“Ugh… This guy’s such an idiot! This should go in the wash soon.”

“I made it dirty, so I’ll wash it? Or should we snap a pic for memories?”

“Idiot! Just throw this stuff out!”

Hazuki’s face flushed as she yanked the sheet off and balled it up.

“Hey, throwing it out’s a waste. This sheet’s full of memories.”

“Don’t get sentimental over a sheet. But… I’ll wash it and keep using it.”

“sounds good. So, after changing the sheet—can we do it again?”

Looking at Hazuki, that unbearable itch surged in Minato’s heart.

Maybe as long as they were on this bed, they’d never stop, no matter how many times.

“…Just once, okay? This time, really just once… Then let’s eat. Come to think of it, we haven’t had lunch.”

“Oh, right.”

They’d spent the whole day in bed, barely eating or drinking.

Though Minato lost in the moment, kept demanding more from Hazuki, his stamina was nearing its limit.

Even he hadn’t expected to be this insatiable.

“Sigh, Minato before that—kiss me again.”

“If you’re asking, I can’t say no.”

“Idiot.”

Minato tightly hugged the playfully sulky Hazuki and kissed her.

He knew he was being spoiled by this impossibly cute female friend.

And…

Even if it started with Momo—

Hazuki’s willingness to go this far with his requests felt astonishing.

While marveling at how incredible today was, a doubt crept into Minato’s mind.

There might be something more about this female friend that he didn’t yet know—