9S:Volume2 Illustrations

These are novel illustrations that were included in 9S.

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“…Welcome, back…?”

Amane returned home, and Mahiru welcomed him with a confused tone.

Hamburger steak was on the menu, and Mahiru probably came to Amane’s house earlier to prepare everything from the sauce. Dinner is almost ready, Amane knew she was at his place as he received this message. Nevertheless, he felt peaceful seeing Mahiru’s face.

“I’m back…” “…You seem tired…?” “…Itsuki tortured me.”

Itsuki never saw the hairstyle back then, so he fiddled Amane’s hair into one he felt was cool. Amane however was troubled as he was unused to this attire. They then led Amane into a shop which sold clothes Amane never had. They ended up mixing and matching clothes on Amane.

Amane did not dislike it, but it was tiring to have these two choosing clothes for him.

“I-is that so? I suppose you are really tired.” “…Those guys treated me like a toy…” “It is tough on you.”

Amane was not as unhappy as he said. Mahiru might have realized this when she smiled and coaxed him.

Amane felt gaudy about Mahiru seeing through him. At the same time, he tossed the bag of new clothes into his room, and went to wash his hands at the washroom.

Mahiru returned to the kitchen to serve dinner. Amane washed his hands, rinsed his mouth, and returned to the living room. She then served the plate of hamburger on the dining table.

Amane went to the kitchen to scoop the rice like usual, as he would feel sorry for not doing anything. He liked to have his steak with rice, and smiled when he had a whiff of the sweet fragrance of this freshly cooked rice.

“I’m really tired…but honestly, I think those two are amazing.” “How so?”

Amane served the salad and the potage on the table, sat down, and muttered so. Opposite him, Mahiru tilted her head.

“Like, when we were walking many people talked to us. It feels like those popular ones are really different. I see that they’re very experienced and skilled in dealing with these people.”

A few college girls came to talk during their shopping trip after their karaoke session. They were rather different in build, but Itsuki and Kadowaki were rather handsome, and were often the attention of females. There were people trying to woo them.

Of course, both of them naturally rejected these advances.

Itsuki had his beloved Chitose, and the Prince really had difficulties dealing with females who took the initiative as he smiled away without letting his guard down, quickly rejecting them. He was polite in his words and attitude, and did not hurt their pride. They managed to escape without much of a dispute. Amane was amazed by their methods.

“…Did anyone approach you?” “There were, but I was just a tag-along.”

Truth be told, they were aiming for those two, and Amane was just along for the ride. Amane knew his attitude was dour, and strangers would have difficulty talking to him.

Obviously Amane would look inferior next to two handsome chaps. None of them went right for Amane while ignoring the other two.

Amane shrugged and gave a wry smile, and for some reason, Mahiru made a little pout.

“What. You’re going to say that I lack confidence?” “That too, but it is not the issue I have.” “What do you mean?” “…You do not have to know.”

Mahiru turned her face aside, “Itadakimasu”, and clapped her hands together. Amane was troubled, but like her, he clapped his hands together, giving thanks for dinner and Mahiru.

After Amane left, the two continued their conversation.

“Say Yuuta, you fine with that?” “What?” “About Shiina-san.” “Ah, there’s no way I’m winning. They…never admitted that they’re dating, but I knew I had no chance the moment I saw Shiina-san’s face.” “You angry about this?” “Are you being wary?.” “I don’t think you’ll feel that way given your personality, but…I just want to be sure, you know? Just asking if you’re really fine with this.” “…Actually, I really admire her. I might say I have some feelings.” “…” “Rather, I always feel that Shiina-san and I are the same kind of person, troubled by the opposite gender, happy to be loved, yet suffering from being so loved. She’s like me, but she handles it better than me, hides all her pain, and just smiles like it’s nothing. I really admire that strength of hers…so when I saw that she found she likes, someone she’s devoted to, I thought I should cheer them on before I could even interrupt.” “And you’re being meaningless cool at this again.” “Does that have to do with this? Are you even praising me?’ “Sorta.” “Sorta? Ah whatever…to be honest, I don’t hate Fujimiya. He’s a nice guy, and I find it a pity that he himself doesn’t know that.” “Yeah.” “It has to be those two together. To put it bluntly from me, I’m fine if it’s not Shiina-san. I like her, but it’s not like I have to have her. It’ll be rude of me to snatch her with this little determination, and she definitely doesn’t have any interest in me.” “…I see.” “Instead of feeling jealous and devastated about losing her…I’m more worried about them. I hope those two can get their happiness.” “You’re really a good guy, Yuuta.” “Are you looking down on me?” “No no no.” “Seriously…do your best too, Itsuki.” “Definitely.”

Golden Week ended, and it was time for school again. The moment Amane entered the classroom, he heard a ruckus, and was increasingly perturbed.

It was common to see a commotion in the classroom right after a holiday, when people would talk about the souvenirs they bought. The commotion on this day however was different from usual. Instead of a discussion of what happened during the vacation, it appeared they were discussing rumors.

Amane put his bag on his seat, and pricked his ears―It appeared they were talking about Mahiru.

“I heard Shiina-san went out on a date with a really handsome guy.” “Maybe it’s the guy rumored at the start of the year?” “She said she’s not dating, but…”

Amane’s face twitched the moment he heard the word ‘date’.

Though he had somewhat expected that he would be spotted, he never thought this topic would be a hot one through the entire classroom.

The girls chatted rumors as they looked towards Mahiru. It appeared Mahiru had not noticed it, or perhaps she did, but ignored them. She was preparing for the first eriod.

Her dignified, innocent look remained one of much attention, but the stares towards her on this day were filled with much curiosity.

“H-hey, Shiina-san.”

One of those girls seemed to have resolved herself as she spoke to Mahiru.

“Erm, Shiina-san, a few days ago, I saw you with a man at the shopping mall.” “Yes, that did happen.” “Are you dating you?”

She’s a warrior to dare ask Mahiru head on, Amane thought as he watched. He was worried, and Mahiru merely blinked away.

It appeared Mahiru would respond in her usual angelic mode.

Yes. She probably would deny it with an angelic smile, if it was the usual her.

“I guess it was a date, if we consider the definition of one.”

One had to wonder what Mahiru was thinking when she actually admitted it.

The definition of a date was basically an appointment between male and female. She was right in this sense…but there was no way the girls would actually follow that strict definition.

KYAAAAAAA, hysterical shrieks followed. No matter the occasion, females always loved to gossip passionately about others. Usually, Amane could watch them from afar and just dismiss it as them being able to talk, but he could not do so this time as he was the party implicated.

“Shiina-san, you’re dating that man? It’s the first time I heard of it!” “We aren’t dating, but he is the person most important to me!”

As shrieks and squeals escalated, Amane’s gut started to wince. Mahiru was not lying at all. Amane knew she really treasured him. However, she was not stating the exact facts, but rather, the situation that could be understood in many ways.

The moment Mahiru did so, there would be rumors that she liked that man. Mahiru merely smiled as she saw these excited girls however.

She glanced aside at Amane, showing a non-angelic smile. Amane clutched his forehead, looking happy, embarrassed, while suffering from gut pain.

It appeared Itsuki too was eavesdropping, for he smirked as he slapped Amane’s shoulder. Amane felt fatigue looming onto him in a single instance.

“To be honest, I don’t think that could be denied.”

The duo dropped by at a fast food restaurant after school, and Itsuki mentioned this after seemingly thought of something.

Despite having lunch, Amane was hungry after their afternoon gym class. They were chatting while eating fries. itsuki showed a wry smile as he seemingly recalled the commotion in the morning. And due to the chaotic day, Amane never got to eat with Mahiru. The latter was questioned by everyone all day, and Amane really could not sit with her.

“Couldn’t be denied?”

Itsuki probably meant that they could not deny it like before, but Amane did not know why.

“I say, Yuuta already can tell you two are close on first glance. You two definitely held hands when walking, right?” “Ugh.” “She couldn’t deny it when people saw that. That’s why she could only say that.”

Now that he mentioned it, Amane could not refute it at all.

It was true that objectively speaking, their little trip days ago might appear like an intimate date. From time to time, they did hold hands, lean on each other , and smiled at each other. Clearly they were a couple to those not in the know.

Thus, Mahiru’s response was to be expected…it seemed.

“And that’s also for show.” “For show?” “She’s trying to shoo the boys, and show that she has no intention of fighting against the other girls, you know? Yuuta’s the same. Once he got popular, there’s some who got jealous. I guess that applies for that Angel too. If she hints that she has someone she likes and ignores everyone else, nobody will think she’s interested in Yuuta, even if she does interact with someone like him.” “…I see.”

Amane was not one of the popular ones, and did not give such a vibe. No matter how popular he might be, a small minority could not accept it. It was impossible to please everyone.” Amane had never seen anyone criticize Mahiru to her face, but surely there were some who were displeased with her.

Once anyone was popular, those of the same gender would have bias against that person. It appeared to be a common trend between both male and female.

“But I guess she has another goal. Just think of it.”

Itsuki mentioned that Mahiru had another objective to this, but Amane could not imagine it.” Amane could not think there was anything other than for other boys to give up, and other girls to stop being jealous of her.

“Say, Amane-kun.” “What?”

Itsuki looked stunned when he saw how clueless Amane was, but he merely shrugged and ended this conversation.

“You don’t stand out the way you are right now, but if you tidy yourself up, nobody will say anything if you walk next to her. Stop denying yourself.”

Itsuki said these words to curb Amane’s habit of self-doubt. The latter nodded begrudingly.

“…I know.” “Sigh, well, your virtue is that you don’t get carried away, but it’s also your fault. Why do you lack such confidence? It’s completely rooted within you.” “Why, you ask…it’s because of something that happened in the past.” “Is it alright for you to tell me what it is?” “It’s not like I’m actively trying to hide it. It’s just not something to talk about.”

Amane did not have a tragic past, and he was not bullied by anyone. It was simply that the person he once trusted denied him, and said he had no value.

He still could not forget this little incident, and was ashamed of it. It continued to torment his heart, and he was still in pain. This pain did not work up like before, but he still would feel some emptiness.

Ever since he met Mahiru, he was no longer tormented by self-loathing, but his self-doubt still lingered.

“I’ll hear you out when you want to talk then.”

Itsuki did not intend to pursue the matter.

He really had good instincts, or rather, he was adept at testing the limits the other party would not want to cross. He was always the moodmaker, for he was able to sense the little changes in mood.

Itsuki backed down easily, and giggled at Amane.

“Well, you should have a little more self-confidence. You’re no longer your past self. How about you change your image completely?” “Forget about it.” “How petty. I was looking forward to the ‘before’ and ‘after. Well, that’s fine. Try getting her to look at you more before you deny that possibility. You’re not aggressive enough.” “Aggressive, huh?” “Push her down aggressively.” “Are you an idiot? How can I do that?”

Amane believed that if he really did so, she would surely despise him. It was completely different from headpatting and holding hands. Mahiru was sensitive to this matter because of her parents. Amane was not dating her, but trusted by her. Surely she would revile him if he did such a thing. It was completely different from a mere skinship.

“Well, you should hug her at least.” “Who do you think I am…?” “You’re not confident, you’re dishonest, you’re a coward. You can touch her instinctively, but you never take the initiative to.” “Ugh…wait, how are you so sure about that skinship stuff?” “Hm? Chii told me.” Do you mind not revealing that?

How much did Mahiru tell Chitose? Is this the reason why Chitose seems to be leering at me?

“Look, guys need some guts. You don’t have to confess, but since you can hold hands, you can go a little further. Try closing the distance.” “You make it sound easy.” “I’m seriously so anxious for you, I feel like kicking you in the back. She opened her heart to you, and some skinship is fine as long as it’s not sexual harassment. I heard from Chii that you’ve been giving her heatpats, right? What’s wrong with a hug then?” “Don’t say the impossible.”

I did actually hug her before. However, Amane could not say that. He did so back then to support Mahiru, who was on the verge of breaking down, and it was not for the sake of love. Amane felt he could not embrace her lovingly. In the first place, would she agree?

“How about you try asking her? I think she’ll agree to that easily.” “How’s that possible…?” “Who knows? She actually allows contact from those she’s very close with. Chii said that when she stayed over, they bathed together and slept in the same futon.”

Mahiru did stay over at Chitose’s place during Golden Week. Amane never expected their relationship to be so good. However, he had a feeling that it was because Chitose was pestering Mahiru.

“I’ll feel bad for you if Chii snatches her away.” “Say…don’t compare a fellow female friend with someone like me.” “Hm, well, no point talking about that. How about you try hugging her? Put some effort into it, will ya?”

Itsuki cackled away, “sure is easy of you to point fault from the side”, Amane muttered as he took the hardened bits of fries left in the box, and poured it into his mouth. “…Mahiru.”

After dinner, Amane recalled what Itsuki mentioned, and called for her name hesitantly. She was seated next to him, “Hm?” and tilted her head as she looked towards him.

“Ah-ah…erm, well.” “Hm?”

It appears you have something to say. She waited patiently for him to continue, while he remained frustrated about what he should say.

One reason was that when Amane and Itsuki went their separate ways, the latter give him a nudge saying, “Hug her if you have the guts”. Another reason was that he was curiously interested if Mahiru would forgive him if he hugged her. Also, Mahiru was delicate, tender, and smelled good. Any boy of this age would want to hug her. Any youth would have such an impulse.

But he could not simply ask her, “Can I hug you.” Surely she would roll her eyes at him, going “what are you saying?”

And if he suddenly hugged her, she might refuse. It was a dilemma.

“…We have tests next week.”

Being passive, Amane changed the topic. Mahiru obviously knew this was not the topic he referred to, but it seemed she knew he was unwilling to say it, and gave a wry smile.

“Yes. But it is easy since we are not tested lots.” “Yeah.”

It was an abrupt change of topics, but Mahiru continued. Amane felt heavy-hearted, as though his shame and cowardice was bared before him. He ended up saying.

“…What is it?’ “Nothing…I’m so hopeless…” “Why are you denying yourself again. Did someone say anything to you?” “Nope. it’s different this time.”

Amane merely felt despair at his own weakness.

“Goodness. I really do not understand, but please buck up.”

Mahiru reached to pat Amane’s head, and he had no intention to refuse as he let her be. Her movements were earnest, familial, and kind, easily capable of lulling anyone to sleep. As she patted, Amane felt strength sapped away from him.

The tension he had before was gone, and before he knew it, he let her do as she pleased.

“Ahh…how am I supposed to say this…” “What?” “Like, can I hug you? Or something like that.” “You just did.” Amane blinked as he stared at Mahiru, and found her with her head lifted towards him.

“…Can you pretend not to hear it?” “No can do.”

Please do not put me on the spot, she narrowed her eyes, and he felt his face cringing.

He really did not intend to say it. His sanity told him that it was a bad thing to say so to a girl he was not dating. Also, he was a coward who always put himself in check. Once he mentally let go however, he just blurted it out.

He gingerly looked over at her face. However, she did not appear to be uncomfortable with it. She looked stunned, seemingly out of it, shocked, as though she had an out-of-body experience. This in turn left Amane shocked.

“I will not be angry about this. At most, I am amazed to say that you are a boy after all.” “…I don’t like how you’re being accepting of this…” “No?” “It’s not like I want to touch just anyone.”

If the reason was that he was a boy after all, it would be akin to say that he was fine with any girl. He wanted to hug her, embrace her softness, and touch her because she was Mahiru…even though he might sound like a pervert. No matter how pretty and alluring a girl would cling onto him, he was confident that he could reject the girl. Rather, he did not want to interact with any unacquainted female, no matter the intentions.

Mahiru froze once she heard his flat-out denial. A faint color started to arise within her snowy white skin, and he realized that he let his tongue slip a second time.

Thus, Amane was left ashamed, his face searing, and his vision was swimming about.

“Erm, ah…” “… Shall we?”

Mahiru said timidly, and Amane was at a loss of words. It was Amane who said he wanted to hug, even though he just blurted it, but nobody would have expected Mahiru to actually agree.

Of course, Mahiru would not invite just anyone. Amane knew she said so because she trusted him―but that request was really bad for his heart.

She blushed, and her eyes were moist as she looked up at Amane when she said so. Naturally, his sanity could not be contained.

He cautiously reached his hands towards Mahiru, and hugged her delicate body by her arms, wrapping his arms around her back.

It was the second time he hugged her firmly, but it was different from the time she cried. She was willing to be in his clutches.

That day, he never could feel her, but as he hugged her, he experienced how slender and feeble Mahiru was. She had lean shoulders, and her arms were frailly thin.

There was a sweet smell coming from Mahiru’s neck, and Amane had a feeling this was going to end up bad.

Despite how agitated he was feeling, Amane managed to say his true thoughts calmly. He was relieved to have Mahiru next to him. Rather, through this skinship, Amane felt happy.

“…Amane-kun, I heard that by hugging 30 seconds, you can reduce a third of your day’s stress.”

Mahiru whispered in his clutches as she nudged her body slightly.

“So there’s no stress if I hug for 90 seconds?” “I do not know…but I feel that my stress for the day is gone.” “Is that so?” “After all, many people asked me questions today.”

Once he heard that, Amane recalled of the conversation Mahiru had with the girls.”

“Ah…erm…the most important person.”

Once Amane asked hesitantly, Mahiru, who buried her head in his chest, lifted it. She was not looking embarrassed, but was giving a slightly forlorn smile.

“…For me, the world is really small. I can count the number of people I like with a single hand. I am like a little hakoniwa…of them all, you are the closest to me, Amane-kun. You said I should be myself.” “…Mahiru.” “So you should have a little more confidence in yourself, Amane-kun. You should impose yourself more.”

Because you are too humble, a wry smile appeared on Mahiru’s face, and Amane felt some heat from his eyelids.

“Can I really?” “Of course. Please do the same as you did when you encouraged me.” “…I see.” “If you lack confidence, I shall encourage you anytime and embrace you. You should be fine with that, I suppose?” “Yeah.”

Once he heard her powerful words, Amane buried his face into her shoulder, and hid his expression.

He hoped to support Mahiru, but he ended up supported by her. He really could not laugh at this situation, but perhaps it was really like him.

“…Has your stress vanished, Amane-kun?” “Just let me be for a little longer.” “Yes, sure.”

Amane seemingly fawned about as he remained on Mahiru, goodness me , who answered as she gave him such a smile. “Huh, you’re serious this time Amane.”

It was break time, and Amane was staring at the whiteboard, copying notes when Itsuki approached him. Itsuki looked a little surprised as he exclaimed.

This notebook was good for recapping the lessons, and summarized the important points well, to the point where he could be proud of it. “Wow, you really put in work” when Itsuki peeked at the notebook, he looked dumbfounded and amazed.

“Hmm…just wanted to work a little harder.” “What’s the occasion?” “Nothing really…just want to do something I can be proud of.”

Amane had a goal, to not be so grumpy, hard on himself, and be confident. He decided to improve his grades as the first step to building confidence. It so happened that there were upcoming tests, so he decided to score better this time around.

Amane had above average grades. He wanted to use this chance to get into the top 10. There was no way he could beat Mahiru for first, so he decided to aim for the top 10 for the time being. His grades would also affect his post-graduation, so it was a perfect goal for him.

“I don’t know how to become a better man, and the definition of it differs from person to person. Anyway, let’s just make sure that I don’t embarrass her.”

“I think you’re fine like this. You just need more confidence.” “It’s for the sake of gaining confidence.”

Amane was only getting encouraged, and was not completely confident. He needed something he could be confident of. Despite that, the only thing he could do was to study.”

“You’re not tidying your hair?” “That’s a different matter. I don’t need to do so now.”

Itsuki probably was hinting at Amane to maintain that old hairstyle, but Amane was unsure if he could actually cultivate this confidence in this state. Also, there was a simple, major reason. If he were to appear as the boy they were talking about, Amane had a feeling the other boys would slaughter him out of envy. He thus chickened out.

The ‘important person’ Mahiru spoke of seemed to have shocked many boys.

When they used to talk about the Angel, none of them mentioned anything about love. She just personally mentioned the term ‘most important person’ however. The power was enough to discourage her admirers.

The last time someone spotted her walking with anyone else, she denied it, saying they did not have such a relationship. It appeared she was hinting at one this time, which caused much guessing, and a major incident.

Amane was the rumored boy. He really wished others would not discuss this before the true identity of the boy.

“I just hope that you can finish your transformation soon and scare them. At least I can brag to others that you’re a friend I can be proud of.” “What’s the point?” “Hm, if you get a positive opinion, I’ll be happy, you know?” “…Really?”

Amane felt a little bashful when Itsuki said so, but he did not know if he was just overimagining it.

He felt he did have a very good friend. he turned his face aside, not wanting this emotion to appear on his face, but Itsuki burst out laughing, as though he had seen through Amane completely.

“Say Mahiru. Itsuki and Kadowaki are having a study group at my place next Saturday. You fine with that?”

After dinner, Amane and Mahiru brought the dishes to the basin when he suddenly asked her, seemingly having recalled something.

Amane was going to focus and study hard for this exam. In the meantime, he asked if Itsuki and Kadowaki could join. On a side note, Itsuki could get good grades if he studied well, but his grades were average otherwise. Kadowaki was an all-rounder who excelled at studies. He was athletic, had the looks, and was no slouch in studies either. Anyone would take their hat off for him.

Amane was fine with opening a study group, since their presence would not affect him…but he was starting to worry about Mahiru’s thoughts, given that she would be cooking.

“I am fine. Shall I cook for everyone?” “I guess. Thanks for doing this much…but are you okay with that?” “It is just an increase in portion. That should be fine…may I join too?” “If you don’t mind…maybe you can invite Chitose along too? I don’t know if she’s free though. I’m not sure if she’ll study for real.”

Chitose was not really a serious person. She could study at least, but she was not particularly smart. At the very least, Amane could not imagine her studying seriously.

“That will not be a problem…I have invited her.” “Eh?” “No, she said, dad will tell me off if I don’t score well for the tests this time~, so I did have plans to study with Chitose-san this Saturday.” “Wait, was he aiming for Chitose to begin with?”

Itsuki was the one who suggested this study group, and Amane suspected that he did so knowing that Chitose made such arrangements. These guys, Amane noted wryly as he washed the stained plates with hot water. Mahiru too smiled as she put the cooled leftovers into the lunch box.

“I guess. Even if that’s the case, this study group will be really lively.” “You don’t mind the noise Mahiru?” “I am fine. I do normally study after all, so I am not that worried.”

Amane knew that Mahiru could say such words easily due to the hard work she usually put in. He did not have much thought about it. He was however curious as to how she was able to study so efficiently.

“Say Mahiru, can I see your notes later?” “Of course. Your notes are pretty too, Amane-kun.” “Well, I think they’re decent there, but I want to see the notes of our valedictorian.” “There is nothing much to look forward to.”

Mahiru giggled as she put the leftovers into the bridge. The dinner put into the fridge was to be Amane’s breakfast the next day, and as Amane washed the dishes, he quietly worshiped Mahiru. Amane’s dinner and breakfast were cooked by Mahiru, and he ended up eating and living healthily every day.

“Amane-kun, you are working hard for these tests.” “Hm, part of increasing my own confidence. Since I want to do it, I should go all out.” “I see…shall I give you some motivation?” “Motivation?” “If you manage to get into the top 10, I shall give you a lap pillow and dig your ears, Amane-kun. You slept soundly the last time, so I suppose you really enjoy it.”

I do not know if this is a reward however, Mahiru said with a smile. This is a great reward, Amane thought to himself as he washed the dishes.

What is she saying now, he wondered, but he could not resist the charm of the lap pillow. Even if he wanted to refuse, “If you do not want it, I suppose we can pass on it.” Mahiru ended up commenting sadly, and Amane instinctively answered “I’ll take your word for it then”.

He was a little disgusted with how he was too honest with his desires, “It is a promise then.” but Mahiru smiled somewhat bashfully. Amane easily lost to his desire and accepted this.

“Pardon our intrusion.”

It was around 10am or so on the Saturday right before the tests. Itsuki, Chitose and Kadowaki arrived right on time. They greeted in unison, and entered through the entrance. Their middle schools were all in the same area, so they met up before arriving. The main reason was that Kadowaki did not know where Amane lived, but another reason was that they were all on good terms.

“Oh, welcome.” “Where’s Mahirun?” “She’s preparing lunch in the kitchen.”

Mahiru arrived earlier at Amane’s place, and was preparing lunch. She went ahead to prepare serving the others, as she did not have to rush with her studies. On a side note, she was cooking roast beef. Once preparations were done, she would leave the beef to set, and they should be able to enjoy some sufficiently tender beef for lunch.

“…She’s so used to it huh…” “Shut up.” “She’s like a newlywed wife welcoming your colleagues.” “I’m not giving you breakfast if you say anymore.” “No~! I want to eat Mahirun’s cooking~!”

What nonsense are you saying? Amane cursed, and looked at Kadowaki, finding the latter staring at him somewhat dumbfoundedly.

“What?” “…Nothing. It’s just that, Shiina-san so naturally shows up at your place, Fujimiya.” “…I don’t have a choice. She’s always been cooking for me.”

Amane turned his head aside, and found Itsuki giggling while covering his mouth. Amane was reminded of his mother’s smile, and was frustrated. He gently kicked at Itsuki’s calf.

“Welcome everyone…ah, is something wrong with Akazawa-san?” “Don’t worry.”

Mahiru was probably worried to see Itsuki’s mysterious smile, but that worry was redundant, and Amane hoped she would not mind.

Despite being skeptical, it appeared she had nothing to worry about, and showed her usual smile. “Please proceed to the living room. I have some things to prepare.” the apron fluttered as she turned to return to the kitchen. “She looks like a newlywed.” Itsuki muttered as he witnessed that back. This time, Amane slapped him in the back.

“Let us begin studying then.”

After preparing lunch, Mahiru served tea, and sat next to Amane. As for why she was sitting next to Amane, that was due to the other trio’s plotting.

“Yes~” “Erm, what do you not understand, Chitose-san? This is mathematics, I guess?” “Everything.” “E-everything…” “Chii’s bad at maths. Best she can do is pass.”

Chitose could study, but she was not exactly capable of it. She was rather bad at mathematics, and somehow, would miraculously avoid failing.

Mahiru’s face twitched the moment she heard ‘everything’. Nevertheless, it was to be expected that Chitose really did not understand. Luckily, she had some fundamentals.

“She can’t handle applied problems. The best way is to teach her how to apply formulas to them.” “Is she fine with formulas?” “…Should be?” “More or less.”

Amane sensed that Chitose still had issued, and hoped Mahiru would start teaching her from there. Chitose was not dumb in any way, but she could not solve them as she did not know how to apply. She should be capable of getting some marks once she understood those.

“Anyway Itsuki, put in some effort.” “Hahaha.” “Don’t pull a fast one on me by laughing. Study.”

What does he think a study group is for?”

“Yuuta~ Amane’s so strict~” “It’s about time you get serious, Itsuki.”

Kadowaki refused to help with a hearty smile, and Itsuki dropped his shoulders, looking devastated. Kadowaki had opened his textbooks and notes, and was studying diligently. Amane hoped that both Itsuki and Chitose would learn from him.

On a side note, Kadowaki had no particular weak subjects, and was an outstanding boy with above average scores.

Amane too had no weak subjects. All he had to do was to memorize and apply what he studied.

He left Chitose’s tuition to Mahiru, and looked at the world history textbook he had prepared for himself.

…I’m bored~”

About two hours after the study group started, Chitose muttered in annoyances, and laid backwards. She then rolled about on the floor.

Chitose was wearing shorts and tights, so there was no worry of seeing her panties. Amane however picked the sofa blanket and threw it onto her lap, and lifted his head to look at the time.

“Guess it’s about time to rest. It’s past noon.” “Yeah. It’s almost time for lunch…” “Mahirun’s cooking!”

Once she heard of Mahiru’s cooking, Chitose was revived as though she was given money. She got up easily, and tapped at the table.

“What’s for lunch today?” “Roast beef for mains.” “That’s quite filling for lunch…” “I remembered Amane-kun said he wanted some…” “Thanks for that.”

Amane did say that he wanted to eat it, but he never expected Mahiru to cook for him, and was really grateful.

According to Mahiru, this dish was easier to prepare than Amane imagined, so the plan was for them to have some meat, and to continue studying after food. However, Amane had a feeling that a certain person might not study after school. It would depend on her however, so Amane did not retort.

“I shall go prepare it. Please wait.” “Ah, I’ll help serve too.”

Mahiru took some of her studying time to cook for them, and after all, Amane had been asking her to do so.

Like usual, Amane suggested to help, “”lease do.”Mahiru smiled and nodded. The dishes were already done, and they simply needed to heat it and serve it on plates. Amane only helped with serving the dishes…but it was all he could do.

“You three clear the table. I’ll get a cloth…what’s with you.” “Nothing nothing~” “Tell me that after you hide that annoying face of yours.”

Amane narrowed his eyes at a leering Chitose, and then followed Mahiru into the kitchen. He took out the folded tablecloth from the basket, soaked and wrung it dry. At the same time, Mahiru took out a pot of potage from the fridge, and put it on the stove.

“Amane-kun, please cut the lettuce later. I am cutting other vegetables.” “Okay.”

This little task was easy, so once Amane handed the wet cloth to Itsuki, he returned to the kitchen, washed his hands, and began cutting the two lettuce rolls Mahiru prepared. They had more than sufficient. They were preparing food for five, three of them being hungry high school boys. It appeared Mahiru knew that a high school boy’s appetite was not one to be underestimated. The other vegetables were rather bountiful. One reason however was that it really was just like Mahiru to wish that everyone would have more nutrition.

“…It’s amazing how he instinctively acted.” “Right~?” “I didn’t get to show up, in more ways than one.”

Amane heard such voices behind him as he cut the lettuce and stuffed them into the bowls.

Five people’s worth of dishes were served on the same table. The salad, and even the roast beef was sufficiently plentiful for three high school boys. The corn potage was sufficient enough for them to ask for seconds. On a side note, they voted on whether to have bread or rice, and rice won. They too could have seconds. Amane loved rice, and was pleased to help himself.

“Please help yourself.”

Mahiru showed a more angelic smile than usual as she coax them to each, and so the four of them clapped hands, said thanks, and began eating.

“Delish.”

Itsuki quickly brought the roast beef to his mouth, commenting so. It appeared Mahiru was relieved as she smiled.

“It’s really good, Shiina-san.” “Thank you very much. I did not add any flavorings though. It has nothing to do with skill.” “You’re being humble again.”

Humble huh? Itsuki laughed, and started gobbling down as he was probably hungry. Amane showed a wry smile seeing him like this. “It’s good~!” Chitose too giggled as she ate lots of meat, gorging as much as Itsuki, and the portions of roast beef quickly vanished.

Kadowaki in turn ate rather calmly. Amane hoped they could learn from Kadowaki.

Amane then started eating the meat a tad later.

Roast beef was unpalatable either when either overcooked or undercooked, but the meat was just right, tender and juicy. It did not feel dry. The freshness of the meat was contained, and he could feel the fragrance brimming with every bite.

Meat is good after all.

Amane was not really a meat lover compared to other boys, but he did find it delicious. The biggest reason was that he liked anything Mahiru cooked, that her cooking was delicious.

Amane sighed blissfully, and showed a smile on his face.

“You really can cook, Shiina-san. I’ve seen your bento, and it’s really great.” “Thank you for the compliments.” “I don’t know how to cook. The idea of staying alone during college is driving me angsty.” “…There are some who can live alone without knowing how to cook, you know?” “You’re talking about me right?”

Amane had a feeling Mahiru was discreetly telling him off, but she was right, and he had nothing to grumble. After all, after Mahiru had taken care of him for so long, he should be kneeling down and thanking her. Thus, her words were to be expected.

“Actually, it’s true that I can’t cook at all. I really have to thank you every day.” “I-I am not blaming you. Erm, I do not dislike cooking for you, Amane-kun.” “Really? That’s great.”

Amane might never recover if Mahiru said she disliked it, even though he felt she would never say so.

“But well, you really are the type to work hard for others, Shiina-san. You’ll make a good bride.” “B-bride…” “Yuu-chan’s right~”

Chitose referred to Kadowaki with a cute nickname, and continued,

“I guess Mahirun doesn’t need training on how to be a bride.” “You should be the one training with Mahiru.” “That sounds really good, but I’ll be a third wheel.” “Wheel?” “No, nothing~ I’m happy with Mahirun teaching me how to cook. Please continue to take care of me, Mahirun.”

Chitose gave Mahiru a meaningful smile, and the latter shoulders’ shriveled. Her cheeks turned red, and she seemed strangely uneasy. After their meal, they started studying again. However, Chitose was ultimately unable to focus, and while snacking away, she started rolling about, saying “I’m tired~”

“Amane~, can we play games?” “Play all you want, but I don’t care how your grades turn out.” “Oyyy you’re strict.” “We can relax a bit, but you’ll overdo it. If you think you can watch yourself, go ahead.”

I’ll continue with my studies, Amane replied as he continued to solve the questions. In a corner of his eyes, he saw Chitose puffing her cheeks slightly.

He already expected that Chitose, who hated studying, was getting sick of it. He set up a game console and and four game controllers next to the TV cupboard.

After all, no human could concentrate fully. He felt it was fine if she just wanted to play and rest for a little while.

Amane would take short breaks after every hour, and was fine with not taking long breaks. He did not dislike studying, and could keep at it for a long time.

“You’re cruel Amane~” “We’re here for a study group, right? Whatever, we can play for a while. 4 game controllers. Take it as a break.” “I’ll take up that offer then~. But you shouldn’t push yourself too hard studying, you know?” “I rested.” “You’re that serious huh? Well, you’re always serious. I’ll play then~ what about you Ikkun?” “I’ll play then. Won’t be playing all the time though.”

Itsuki might have been worn out from studying for 2,3 hours, and was interested once games were mentioned.

“How about you Yuuta?” “Sure. You fine with this, Fujimiya?” “Nn.”

Kadowaki was more serious than Itsuki and Chitose, but he too was interested in playing some games to rest. Do as you please, so Amane indicated as he turned his eyes towards the textbooks again. On a side note, Mahiru was next to him, solving the problems quietly, and showed no sign of losing concentration.

“You’re not playing, Mahiru?” “I shall study for a little longer.” “I see.”

Amane was studying hard as he swore he had to work hard, but Mahiru was always in this state, and Amane was really impressed with her. She managed to maintain her status as valedictorian due to her relentless hard work, and this relentless had work was what made Mahiru amazing.

Amane saw the trio leave the table and occupy the space before the game console. He then purged them from his mind, and started writing with his mechanical pencil.

The sounds of the pencil and rubber rang clearly along with Mahiru’s breathing sounds next to him.

He could vaguely hear squeals from afar as he recalled the every teacher’s bias of questions, and solved the questions that could possibly be tested.

He had ease dealing with the tests of the teachers who had been teaching them since his first year, Amane memorized how the questions would be set based on the teachers’ personalities and lesson scope over the past year. He planned to grasp the tendencies of the teachers who started to teach them this year.

He did predict the scope of lessons when he taught Chitose. It was up to chance, but he did not really expect to be wrong. Chitose should be able to avoid failing if she focused on these sections.

“Amane-kun, please have some.”

Amane was solving the questions when he realized that Mahiru, who should be next to him, had stood up. She put a cup of coffee next to his hands, and there was some potion milk and a small sugar cube His face relaxed once he saw this cup of coffee.

“Same as the usual. is this fine?” “Oh, thank you.”

Having been together for half a year, they knew very well what each other liked. Mahiru served him coffee while he was thinking of having some. Amane gratefully received it by the handle, and found another little saucer.

“What is this?” “It is a little Financier. I baked them yesterday as I think we need sugar for studying.”

There was a bite-sized Financier on the plate, a finely roasted brown.

There was a fork on it, for she had considered that Amane would be eating it while studying. The Financier was just large enough.

It appeared she had baked for Itsuki and the others, who were playing games. There were plenty of Financiers for three on the plate served on a tray, a few forks placed by the side. There were also three coffee cups prepared for them. She also prepared sugar and milk sachets for them.

“Chitose-san, everyone, please have some.”

Mahiru smiled as she approached them, and placed the tray on a little table by the side.

“Waaa~! Thanks Mahirun!” “Ohhh, some desserts. Perfect timing. Thanks Shiina-san.” “My pleasure.”

Mahiru happily looked at the trio who were overjoyed by the desserts, and returned to Amane, who naturally smiled.

“…I get the feeling that I caused you to prepare lots.” “No, I wanted to do this. I did this during my study break. This can be considered rest for me.” “You really are the type to give your all.” “…I just want to work hard for those who work hard.”

The moment he heard this mutter, Amane sensed heat rising up his throat. He hurried downed it with the coffee before it could come out. He found the coffee exceptionally sweet. She added the same amount of sugar as usual, yet he found it really sweet.

He did not know how to react to this sweetness he did not dislike, how to react to Mahiru’s words, and lied to himself as he looked down at his textbook.

Ultimately, the gaming party lasted until evening.

Amane could not concentrate after having studied for so long, so he stopped to join them for games. However, the long study time was not the only reason why he could not concentrate.

What does she mean by working hard for those who work hard?

Mahiru’s little muttered swirled in Amane’s mind.

Amane knew that Mahiru loved to act for others, but when she said so, it appeared that she had feelings for him.

As far as Amane knew, Mahiru’s fondness of him was not in the sense of a boy-girl relationship. But once he heard her say so, he started to delude, wondering if she viewed him as a boy, and was willing to devote her utmost to him.

No, if she’s taking care of me and giving her all for me because I’m too rotten, that I can understand.

Amane could not do housework, so it was possible interpretation of that. No, if he worked hard, he could at least live normally; at this point however, he was completely reliant on Mahiru.

One had to wonder if Mahiru was implying that she had the urge to keep taking care of him, or that she was taking care of him because she liked him. Amane liked Mahiru, and naturally he hoped the situation was the latter. He did not think it came out of nowhere, but once he thought of the possibility of her liking him, he found it impossible, in various ways.

“Amane~, you fell out of the arena.” “Eh?”

As he was distracted by his thoughts while playing, he made a mistake, and his character fell off. It was game over for him as he had no remaining lives. Itsuki, Chitose and Kadowaki were fighting. Amane did not know of Kadowaki’s abilities, but he usually would not have lost that easily. In other words, he was so distracted by Mahiru’s words.

“You’re spacing out man. Guess you can’t concentrate after studying so much.” “…Maybe. You want to play, Mahiru?” “No thank you. I think it is about time to cook…”

Mahiru had a look at the time, and Amane did the same. It was almost 7pm, and might be a little too late to prepare dinner.

“Ahh, seriously, it’s that late now…I got to go home. I can’t stay overnight.” “Yeah. Chii wants to stay over at Shiina-san’s place, but there’s no change of clothes, and she doesn’t have permission. Also, I don’t think Chii can wear Shiina-san’s clothes.” “Hey what are you saying now Ikkun?” “Height of course.”

The couple’s arguing amicably like usual, and Mahiru smiled at them.

“Please stay over next time.” “You sure?” “Yes. If you say beforehand.” “I’ll stay over at Amane’s palce then…” “Feels like you just want food.” “Ah busted.”

But Shiina-san’s food is good, Itsuki smiled without any ill intent. “If Mahiru agrees that is,” Amane sighed. Mahiru would have to cook more than usual, so Amane could not make the decision unilaterally. If she refused, they would have to eat outside, or at the convenience store. But that would feel like a boys night out, and might not be a bad thing.

Mahiru agreed with a smile. Amane had a feeling Itsuki would soon be staying over.

“Will you be joining us next time, Kadowaki?” “Eh, can I?” “Of course.” “The ‘kick Amane in the back’ group will gather then.” “Oy, what strange group are you talking about?” “Who knows?”

Itsuki smirked, and Amane tugged at his cheek. Kadowaki was first speechless, only to smile in relief.

“Say Mahiru…erm. What do you mean by working hard for those who work hard?”

Once the others left, Amane stood at the door, and without hesitation, asked whatever was on his mind. Actually, he hesitated over whether he should ask. Before Itsuki left, Amane asked what he should do. “Alright, just ask.” Itsuki then kicked him. Amane never expected to be kicked, and slapped him back in retaliation. It appeared he did not learn from this lesson. It was pointless.

Once she heard that question, Mahiru blinked away a few times, and slowly curled her lips.

“What do you think it means, Amane-kun?” “…That you can’t leave a rotten guy be and want to take care of him?”

After all, he dared not go overly egotistic in saying that she liked him.

“Fufu, that is true. I dare not lose sight of you, Amane-kun. You will cause a mess in the house if I do not keep an eye on you. Your nutrition too will be horribly imbalanced.” ‘Ugh.” “You are hopeless without me after all, Amane-kun.” “Well, I can’t argue with that.”

Amane was truly well cared of by Mahiru. Without her, he would never be able to live this lifestyle.

“…That is fine, you know? I do like taking care of you, Amane-kun.” “You’re spoiling me rotten…you’re making it such that I can’t live without you, Mahiru…” “Fufu.”

The terrifying thing about Mahiru was that if she was not present, Amane’s life and mind would be completely wasted. He was her slave, in more ways than one, and could not break free from her easily; rather, he could not break free at all, and did not want to. Of course, the most important reason was that he liked her.

If he was dumped after he confessed, it would not be an understatement to say that Amane’s mind and life would be dead.

That’s why I can’t take a step forward, he quietly mocked himself. One had to wonder what Mahiru was thinking when she leaned onto Amane. She did not lean too closely, just lightly, up front. She looked up at him―and put her index finger on his lips.

“…I will make you a good-for-nothing, so please go ahead and do so, no?”

She bashfully narrowed her eyes, as though she was pulling a prank. Amane stared at her, and forgot to breathe.

It was a smile he had never seen before, one so sweet yet so exciting…and a little alluring. She was practically a little devil. As she said, this smile could reduce him into a good for nothing, and more than capable of shocking Amane’s heart completely.

He felt his heart pounding wildly, his blood rushing. He had seen an angelic smile, an innocent, fleeting smile, and various other smiles. None of them were as alluring at this Mahiru however.

Mahiru looked at a stupefied Amane happily, and regained her usual smile, “I shall prepare dinner then.” She went to the kitchen. As Amane watched her leave, he felt his face burning.

And after that, Mahiru was huddled in a corner of the kitchen, remaining still, for she did something she was unused to. “Say Amane, you overdid it this time, didn’t you?”

Itsuki looked a little dumbfounded as he muttered, staring at the test results rankings pasted on the corridor bulletin board.

After the study group ended, Amane continued to study head, and finally took on the tests. His initial objective was to have a reason to be proud of himself…but more importantly, he wanted to purge away Mahiru’s smile from his mind, and concentrate.

“…I will make you a good-for-nothing, so please go ahead and do so, no?”

Amane had the unbearable urge to twitch the moment he recalled that alluring mutter.

He concentrated on his studies, and pondered over Mahiru’s words and face while trying not to be distracted. He ended up 6th this time.

“No, I didn’t think I could do this well.” “You worked hard. Got some confidence now?” “…More or less. I have to maintain these grades though.” “Such high expectations…”

Amane scored well, but he did not want Mahiru to see his grades slip thereafter out of carelessness. The high ranking this time was pointless if he did nothing to maintain it. He could not be content with this, as they would have to take the college entrance exams later on. He could not attend college with the mentality that he could leave everything at the last minute. He hoped to put some effort into studying, even if it was for the sake of his future.

On a side note, Mahiru performed as usual and was the undisputed first ranked. It was due to her daily hard work, and not easily summarized by the word ‘usual’.

“You’re 6th this time, Fujimiya-san.”

Mahiru noticed Amane’s name on the rankings as she stood behind him, and gave a beautiful smile.

Amane smiled in the face of Mahiru’s angel mode, and did not falter. He could feel stinging glares around him, and was not in the mood to be embarrassed about the incident that happened days ago

“I guess. That’s good.” “Fufu. You have been working after all, Fujimiya-san. You were studying during breaks.” “…Yeah.” “Since you worked so hard, you may give yourself some reward, Fujimiya-san.” “Y-yeah.”

Amane’s heart got unbearably ticklish once he thought about the reward. By the way, he did promise Mahiru that she would give him a lap pillow if he was ranked in the top ten, and that she would dig his ears. He was purging various things from his mind however, and had long forgotten about this promise.

Of course, he could refuse…but could he refuse the happiness that was the endearment of the girl he liked?

“…Congrats on getting first too, Shiina. You should be giving yourself a reward too, right?” “Yes, but it is a bad thing to spoil myself too much.” “You’re very strict about yourself, Shiina. It’s fine to relax a little and let go. Well, I shouldn’t be the one saying that however.”

Now that she mentioned it, Amane realized that he had a reward, yet Mahiru did not. He should give her one. Nevertheless, he did not know what to give. He should ask her once he returned home.

“How about you get something to coax her?” Itsuki whispered to Amane once he saw Mahiru’s Angelic smile. Amane planned to without him being told. He silently swore to himself that once he got home, he would ask her.

“Hm, a reward for me?”

Amane returned home to see Mahiru in her apron, preparing dinner, and called out to her. Mahiru turned around, looking shocked.

He thought of the reward after dinner, the devilish smile from days ago, and was strangely unable to calm down. It appeared she did not notice this however. From her expression, it appeared his words took her by complete surprise.

“I do not have anything I want in particular.” “Like, anything you want me to do…?” “From you, Amane-kun? Hmm, I guess something like, please use the slicer on the cucumber there.” “Not that…whatever, it’s not like you have to say one.”

Mahiru had no desire, or perhaps, Amane had a feeling that she never took his words seriously. Despite that, he easily compromised as some extra manpower was fine.

He was fine if Mahiru did not need it. If Mahiru really had something she wanted Amane to do, he intended to do so as long as it was within his capabilities. It appeared she just wanted the cucumber sliced. Amane washed his hands, took the slicer, and began cutting. Surely he was just helping however.

“Please add salt and mix together.” “Okay…you really don’t have any wishes?” “No, I am satisfied with the situation now…I do wish to fulfill my true desire on my own.” “Your true desire?” “What do you think it is?”

Amane lifted his head, and found Mahiru’s lips forming an arch. At that moment, he saw that expression, the one akin to the devilish smile days ago. He dared not look at it directly, and looked down onto the cucumber.

“…I-I don’t know.” “Is that so? This is fine. The status quo is fine.”

She showed a wry smile at his words.

Once again, she continued cooking, giving a vibe that she did not want Amane to ask any further. Amane was left at a loss of what to do, and could only continue slicing the cucumber. “Now then, over here, Amane-kun.”

After dinner, it was time for the reward (purgatory) Mahiru sat at a side of the sofa, and slapped her thighs, as though it was a given. Amane was unsure of how to respond to that smile.

On a side note, she was wearing shorts and black tights. There was a layer of fabric above the lap, but the thin material emphasized the skin greatly.

Also, it appeared she had returned home to bathe, but she had a fragrance lingering all over her. It was practically suicidal for Amane to enjoy her lap pillow and have her dig his ears at this point.

“…No, erm.” “You do not have to force yourself if you are unwilling…” “Bu-but I’m really willing, you know?” “Then help yourself. We promised.”

Mahiru slapped her thighs again, and Amane gulped.

The weather had warmed recently, and Mahiru’s tights were thinner than before. The fabric clinging firmly onto her thighs vaguely showed some color of skin, and looked really seductive. Her thighs showed a silky curve beneath the tights, and the defenseless sight appeared to be tempting Amane.

It appeared that Mahiru was going to murder Amane on this day, even though she might not have any intent to.

Normally, Amane would try to refuse to protect his sanity and peace. However, the name of reward and Amane’s desire as a man pushed him on into Valhalla.

Amane timidly sat next to Mahiru, and put his head on her thighs. Her thighs were as soft as he remembered. The fabric was thinner than before. The feeling and warmth struck him, and agitated his heart.

Amane did not know where to look, and lifted his head. Mahiru’s smiled entered his eyes.

However, her face showed up from time to time…all due to the two mountains in the way.

It was May, and the weather got hotter. Perhaps this was why Mahiru was dressed thinly, and the curves of her fine body were emphasized. Even through the fabric, the body maintained its alluring shape despite being affected by gravity. Amane did not look up anymore.

“Shall I start digging your ears?”

Mahiru remained oblivious to Amane’s inner screams as she declared somewhat excitedly. She reached for the ear pick and the tissue on the table.

And then, certain soft things landed on a side of Amane’s head.

!?

There was an indescribable scream in Amane’s heart, but it appeared Mahiru still did not know. She quickly retrieved the ear pick, and straightened her body. She probably did not realize that Amane had just felt the soft mass.

His heart was pounding.

His mind was no longer thinking about the ear digging. “Please do not move.” Mahiru quietly coaxed as she gently held down his head with one hand.

She probably was telling him not to move as she wanted to dig the ear. Amane really wanted to roll about, but was forced to remained still, which made him unbearable.

Despite that, he dared not mess around too much, and obediently stared at the side of the table. Something hard slowly entered his ear canal.

At that moment, he shivered, for it was probably there the skin was thinner. Amane would not have such a feeling when he dug his own ears, but there was a strange ecstasy when Mahiru did so. It probably was because he was not doing it on himself…or maybe, he was excited that the girl he liked was doing it for him.

He knew that given her personality, Mahiru would be cautious while digging his ears. The extremely gentle motion still left him ticklish. It was an irresistible feeling, and while he could not say that he was comfortable with it, there was a little sense of alluring comfort. This indescribable comfort had him unable to resist the matter of the ear digging.

“Does it not hurt?” “Nn, it doesn’t. Feels good.” “I see, that is good. I heard this is a man’s room…is your romance satisfied?” “…Maybe.” “So you are a boy after all, Amane-kun.” “Then what else am I?”

If he was not a male, Amane would not be suffering so much, and would not be so excited about such softness. There was no way he would not be panicking about the prospect of the girl he liked doting on him so much, and even allowing physical contact.

“Fufu. You are very gentlemanly, and I assumed you did not have much interest.” “Look, even if I’m gentlemanly, my words and thoughts aren’t the same, right? Watch out, guys are like this, always giving a goody-goody look, and always attacking when nobody else is around.” “By your reasoning, you are not a man, Amane-kun.”

Amane bit his lips, for he felt that Mahiru was saying he was a coward. It appeared Mahiru had no such intention as she continued to slowly dig his ears.

“Amane-kun, please turn around. I am going to do the other side.”

Amane frowned, but he turned around to dig the other ear. On a second thought however, having to look at Mahiru’s belly was a different torment altogether. Mahiru was wearing shorts, but a big tragedy would occur if he looked down. He could only look at her belly instead.

He had no idea if he was in Heaven, or Hell. If he could abide by his desires, it probably was Heaven. However, he was hesitant, conflicted, and was practically taking a step into Hell.

“…Amane-kun, it feels like you are shivering…” “Don’t mind.”

Of course, Amane could not express his true thoughts. Mahiru would suffer if he did. He could only hide his desires, and let her dig his ear. He was terrified of the future, for the Angel was innocently spoiling him rotten.

Mahiru seemed skeptical about Amane’s attitude, but Amane was facing towards her, and did not look up. She thus did not ask any further, and continued to dig her ears again.

Amidst this indescribable itchiness, Amane closed his eyes, and awaited the time for it to end. He closed his eyes, for if he opened them, he would have a strange sense of guilt. When this happened however, his senses were sharpened. he could smell Mahiru’s original scent, the shampoo, the liquid soap, felt the softness of the thighs, and could not calm down at all.

It would be great if he could enjoy this softness without hesitation.

“Amane-kun, may I touch your hair once I am done?” “…Do as you please.”

Amane would not have to feel so conflicted if he ran away immediately. Tragically for him however, he was a male, and he would hope to continue the lap pillow treatment if possible. Caught in a dilemma between stopping and continuing, Amane ultimately lost to his desires. He truly understood that in more ways than one, he was such a weak-willed person.

Once she heard him agree to it, there was a delighted vibe oozing from Mahiru.

“It will be over soon.”

Mahiru said as she dug his ears delicately. Amane felt a little regret that it was going to end soon, and started brooding by himself again. Of course, he did not show this emotion in his expression or actions.

The itchy, palatable sweetness ended once Mahiru pulled out the ear pick. Replacing it were her fingers gliding through his hair, and another form of comfort arose.

“Yes, it is done.”

After combing his hair with her hand, Mahiru coaxed him gently like a child. Amane was embarrassed, and yet wanted to entrust himself to her. Once he understood his emotions tend towards the latter, he nearly let out a groan of much conflicted emotion.

It was a reward, and Mahiru probably wanted to spoil Amane as much as possible, but surely he would end up a degenerate. She clearly intended to turn him into a good-for-nothing, as declared. No matter how Amane tried to resist, this comfort robbed him of the energy to do so, and he could not do anything.

…I’m really turning into a good-for-nothing…

Amane thoroughly experienced the fragrance of a girl, the body warmth, and the gentle movements caressing him. It did not seem much on first glance, but in fact, he was really comfortable and blissful. The situation and posture were so alluring to him. if she did these to him every day, Amane would surely end up a complete good-for-nothing.

Haaa, Amane sighed to relax, and heard a little giggle.

“It is rare to see you fawn around.” “…Whose fault do you think it is?” “It is mine.”

Mahiru gave a smile chuckle, and continued to comb with her fingers.

“I want to continue doting and touching you when I see you, Amane-kun. Your hair feels great.” “…Really?” “Yes. It is smooth and glossy. How is it so glossy, I wonder…” “…Maybe it’s the shampoo mom recommended.”

It won’t hurt to keep your hair well! Shihoko strongly recommended this, and Amane was using the shampoo used at a hair salon, said to be good for hair care. Amane did not dislike the smell, and his hair did feel smooth after he dried it. Thus, he kept using it.

“Your hair’s smoother.”

Amane picked up a handful of Mahiru’s flax-colored hair. The hair was smoother and glossier than his. That description was more apt for her. Amane’s was far inferior. Her hair gave him an urge to keep touching; the fragrance was a faint soap smell, and did not sting. It was irresistible to men.

“I get the feeling that you really put lots of care into your hair when I touched it.” “…Yes, I have not spared any effort on it.” “I see. Anyway, you fine with me just touching it as and when I please? They say hair is a female’s life.” “…I like it to be touched by you, Amane-kun.”

Thank goodness she didn’t see my face, so he thought, for his expression became really suspicious once he heard Mahiru’s words. Shame, delight, confusion, sheepishness…he experienced an amalgam of emotions, and surely she would be suspicious if she saw it.

I’m carried away because you say such stuff.

Amane closed his mouth and eyes, sighed, and tried to look normal.