"Huff huff, it's so hot..."
Though the air conditioning was set at 26 degrees, Haruka Yuzan felt as if he were inside a furnace, the heat swirling, the mild sensation causing him to shiver all over.
"Yumeko, I, I'm okay now..."
Otome Yumeko lifted her head, blinking her pure, captivating eyes. Even though she struggled to articulate, Haruka Yuzan understood the meaning behind her words.
"Being so greedy isn't a good habit, you know!"
Haruka Yuzan gently stroked the young lady's hair, his gaze inevitably drawn to the part of the silk nightgown that barely covered her.
Otome Yumeko, noticing the boy's gaze, wisely slipped the strap down a little, and then....
"Hey, Misaki, didn't we agree to wait until Yumeko fell asleep before we made our move?"
In the corridor, two figures stealthily emerged from a room, Arisugawa Hoshina's heart racing ahead at their clandestine lead.
Thud-thud, a guilty thrill of misbehaving washed over her.
Misaki Saki turned around, giving the little punk a silencing gesture.
Arisugawa Hoshina heeded the warning and instinctively covered her mouth, following the petite figure ahead.
Confused but influenced by the little one, she lightened her footsteps.
"I just sent a message to Haruka Yuzan, but that guy didn't reply," whispered Misaki Saki.
"Could he have fallen asleep?" Arisugawa Hoshina responded.
"Impossible!" Misaki Saki declared emphatically, "Based on what I know about that bad guy, there's no way he sleeps this early!!"
"So what's Haruka doing?" Curious upon hearing the blonde punk's analysis, Arisugawa Hoshina asked.
"Little Haruka must be playing games, he didn't see my message!! Since Little Haruka is gaming, it means Yumeko hasn't returned!! We can strike before Yumeko comes back, only then can Little Haruka truly learn that 2 > 1!"
Upon reaching Haruka Yuzan's door, Misaki Saki straightened up, hands on hips, a knowing smirk suggesting she had seen through the ways of the world!
What she didn't anticipate was that Little Haruka wasn't playing games, but actually indulging in...
Arisugawa Hoshina suddenly realized, indeed, teaming up with the little guy was a wise choice.
However, when the little punk's gaze shifted behind the petite figure, she couldn't help but pause.
The proudly posed little figure also noticed the change in the punk's expression, one hand on the doorknob while turning to look behind her.
There, a slender, graceful figure slowly emerged from the stairwell entrance, and Chiba Shimizu looked at the two by the master bedroom door, his clear eyes flickering with ripples.
Today, what was going on?
Was everyone in such a rush to see Haruka Yuzan, or was it that on the first night Otome Yumeko moved in...
Seeing who it was, Misaki Saki was so startled she almost lost her soul, as if her grand plan had been discovered before it even began.
"Hmm, what are you doing?"
Chiba Shimizu nodded calmly, his surprise at the little one's reaction not unexpected, his cool eyes briefly scanning the two.
Seeing Misaki already scared stiff, hardly reliable anymore, Arisugawa Hoshina felt slightly helpless stepping out.
But after thinking for a while, she couldn't say a word. What were they doing there, indeed?
They couldn't say they were out for a moonlight stroll, for Misaki's hand was still on the doorknob!
"Otome Yumeko has already returned. If you're looking for Haruka Yuzan and it's not urgent, better wait until tomorrow..."
Chiba Shimizu spoke indifferently, then sidestepped the two and headed towards his room.
Halfway there, as if remembering something, he added, "Oh, and just a reminder, don't be fooled by Otome Yumeko's agreeableness during the day, she's an extremely dangerous person. Better keep your distance unless it's for something special."
No sooner had he finished speaking and was about to open his room door than noises of unlocking came from the neighboring master bedroom.
Misaki Saki, realizing the doorknob she was holding began to turn, felt the opening force from inside; the little figure was swept along, and then.... Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs n0velfire.net
Her head bumped into something soft and fragrant, (╯▽╰) so fragrant~~
It was momentary bliss, the black slip dress paired with pale skin, like a red rose in the darkness, stunning and enchanting.
Looking up, she met that incisive gaze.
A chilling coldness in the eyes made her shiver, as if encased in frost.
"Good evening, Yumeko?"
Common sense told her it was time to leave, but her body clung stubbornly to the young lady like a piece of sticky candy.
Otome Yumeko nodded, her frosty gaze conveying one message: "Get off me, now."
"Why are you stopped by the door?"