Asaka Mayama wore a relatively cool outfit today.
The top was a pink-patterned white short-sleeved blouse, the fabric thin enough to hint at the pale lace bralette beneath when sunlight caught it just right. Over this, a figure-flattering cream jacket hugged her narrow waist before flaring slightly at the hips.
The bottom was a black-striped skirt that ended mid-thigh, revealing two slender, milk-pale legs—the kind that looked impossibly smooth, like they'd never known a razor's sting. And on her delicate feet, small enough to fit in his palm, she wore a pair of white ankle socks with tiny embroidered flowers at the cuff.
As the center of the popular group in her class, the girl was quite skilled at dressing herself.
When she came today, she had even sprayed a light perfume—something floral and clean, jasmine maybe, with an undertone of warm vanilla that clung to her skin. It wasn't pungent. Instead, it drifted toward him in pleasant waves whenever she moved, fresh and girlish and her.
Nozomi loved her appearance today.
The red-haired twin-tailed gyaru version of her had been good—striking, even. But like this, with her hair dyed back to its natural black, straightened and gleaming, adorned only with a simple white hairband pushing her bangs aside? She looked pure. Cute. The kind of girl fathers locked their doors against.
Her exposed forehead didn't detract. If anything, it was a bonus—made her large eyes seem even larger, her expressions more readable.
And not only that.
When he pulled her close, his arms circling her waist, he could feel her slender figure press against him. The softness of her chest, fuller than her delicate frame suggested, cushioned against his ribs. Her waist was so narrow his hands nearly spanned it.
Hozuki Nozomi followed his instincts.
While listening to her somewhat tsundere protests—"I-I didn't come because I wanted to see you or anything..."—he unceremoniously pulled her onto his lap. Her skirt rode up, revealing another inch of creamy thigh.
He lowered his head and kissed her.
Her lips tasted faintly of strawberry gloss. Soft. Pliant. She made a small sound of surprise against his mouth before melting into him, her small hands clutching the front of his shirt.
And at this moment—
The man who had been secretly following Sasanqua finally jumped out from behind a hedge.
Hozuki Nozomi couldn't help but show a triumphant expression. One large hand tightened around Sasanqua's waist, shielding her behind him, while the other clenched into a fist. He was ready to teach this middle-aged stalker who dared follow Sasanqua a lesson he wouldn't forget.
"Ahhh! You hateful brat! My Sasanqua—let her go!"
The man wailed as he rushed over, arms flailing.
Nozomi was about to strike when Sasanqua hugged his arm with both hands, her voice pitching high with mortification.
"Dad! Why are you here?!"
"Huh?" Nozomi froze, fist still raised. Hitting a stalker was fine. Hitting his father-in-law was... considerably less fine.
Still. He kept his guard up. If this father-in-law didn't approve of him and Sasanqua being together—
"Sasanqua! Are you abandoning Dad?!"
The middle-aged man first shot Nozomi a look of pure venom, then turned to his daughter with tears streaming down his weathered face. The speed of his emotional shift was whiplash-inducing.
Asaka Mayama's expression curdled into pure annoyance. She straightened on Nozomi's lap—didn't get off, he noticed with satisfaction—and coldly demanded:
"Dad. Answer my question. Why are you here?"
A beat.
"Are you following me again?"
"Wuwuwu, Sasanqua, Dad was worried about you! And if Dad didn't use the power of the parent group to track you, how would I have discovered you were being tricked by this—this bad boy?!"
Mr. Mayama declared this self-righteously, jabbing an accusatory finger at Nozomi's face.
What broke Mr. Mayama's heart, however, was Sasanqua's response.
Rather than sympathizing, she hugged the bad boy's arm tighter, pressing her soft chest against his bicep, and yelled:
"Dad is the worst!"
"And Nozomi is not a bad boy! Nozomi is the best! Please, Dad, go home! Don't disturb us!"
"S-Sasanqua! How can you say that?! What's so good about this boy?!" Mr. Mayama's voice cracked. "He kissed you before even getting married! I don't allow it! This boy clearly looks like a playboy—Sasanqua, listen to Dad, break up with him immediately!"
Sasanqua stiffened her neck. Turned her head away. "I won't."
After expressing her dissatisfaction in a tone that brooked no argument, she tugged Nozomi's sleeve and murmured to him, cheeks pink with embarrassment:
"Nozomi, I'm sorry. My dad is so annoying. Let's go somewhere else. Ignore him."
"Uh... Is that okay? He's still glaring at me."
Nozomi feigned hesitation, lips twitching.
Asaka Mayama immediately whipped around and glared back at her father with matching ferocity. "Dad! You are not allowed to glare at my friend! Otherwise, I'll never speak to you again!"
"S-Sasanqua... wu-ahhhhh!"
The doting father collapsed to his knees on the park pathway, wailing openly. Several passersby gave him a wide berth.
In this round, the father-in-law was utterly, completely defeated.
"Alright then, Sasanqua." Nozomi stood, pulling the girl up with him, her hand warm and small in his. "I'll take you to play some interesting games."
"Oh... g-good. What kind of interesting games?"
"Games that are even more interesting than before."
"More... m-more interesting than...?" Her cheeks flushed darker, voice dropping to a whisper. "You... you're so naughty!"
Their voices faded into the distance as they walked away hand-in-hand.
Mr. Mayama remained on his knees, tears dripping onto the pavement. He clenched his fists, wanting desperately to follow—but if his daughter found out, she might really never speak to him again.
Helpless, he could only curse that boy viciously in his heart before dragging himself home, shoulders slumped in defeat.
Mr. Mayama's appearance had been just a small interlude.
It didn't affect Asaka Mayama and Hozuki Nozomi's mood in the slightest. If anything, she seemed more affectionate now, clinging to his arm as they found a secluded gazebo hidden behind a wall of overgrown wisteria, the heavy purple blossoms dripping their honeyed perfume into the late afternoon air.
Moreover—
To compensate him for being startled by her father, Sasanqua shyly indicated that today... she could let him be a little more excessive.
Hozuki Nozomi naturally wouldn't refuse such a generous offer.
After continuing their sweet kisses for a while—her small tongue darting against his, her breath coming faster, her fingers twisted in the fabric of his shirt—he stroked Sasanqua's silky black hair and guided her downward.
She sank to her knees on the gazebo's wooden floor, looking up at him through her lashes. Her cheeks were flushed crimson, her lips slightly swollen from kissing, still glossy with their shared saliva. The white hairband had gone askew. She looked debauched and innocent all at once.
"L-like this...?" she whispered.
Her small hands trembled as she unfastened his belt. The metal clinked softly. She tugged his pants down just enough to free his cock—already hard, the shaft thick and flushed, a bead of precum glistening at the tip.
Sasanqua's eyes went wide. Her throat bobbed.
"I-it's... it's big..."
Cute. She always said that, and it never failed to stroke his ego.
"Open your mouth, Sasanqua."
She obeyed, lips parting. Her pink tongue extended, tentative, brushing against his cockhead. The sensation shot through him—wet and warm and soft. She licked again, more confident this time, tracing the ridge, swirling around the sensitive tip until he groaned.
"Mmph—" She took him into her mouth, cheeks hollowing. Her eyes squeezed shut in concentration as she worked her lips down his length, taking as much as she could manage. Which wasn't much—her mouth was small, and he was not—but the wet heat of her, the awkward enthusiasm, the way her tongue pressed against the underside of his shaft...
"Good girl." His hand cupped the back of her head, guiding her rhythm. "That's it. Just like that."
"Mmn... nngh..."
She bobbed her head, spit-slicked sounds filling the gazebo. Schlp. Schlp. Schlp. Her small hand wrapped around what her mouth couldn't reach, stroking in time. Drool escaped the corner of her lips, dripping down her chin. The jasmine-vanilla of her perfume mixed with something muskier now—the scent of arousal, of sex, of them.
Nozomi's grip tightened in her hair. His hips jerked involuntarily, pushing deeper, and she gagged—a wet, obscene sound—before recovering, eyes watering but determined.
Too cute.
"Sasanqua—I'm close—"
She didn't pull back. If anything, she sucked harder, her tongue working frantically against him, her small hand pumping his shaft. Her eyes opened, meeting his, wet and earnest and wanting.
"Fuck—"
He came with a groan, spilling into her mouth in hot, thick spurts. She made a surprised sound, throat working as she swallowed—once, twice, three times—struggling to keep up, some of it escaping past her lips and dribbling down her chin.
When he finally finished, she pulled back with a soft pop, panting. Her lips were swollen and red. Cum streaked the corner of her mouth. She looked utterly ruined.
And then she looked up at him, cheeks puffed in that signature pout, and said:
"...I suddenly hate milk a little. Nozomi, Dad was right. You are a bad boy!"
He laughed, low and warm, and crouched down to her level. His thumb brushed the mess from her chin before pressing it to her lips—and she licked it clean without being asked, glaring at him the whole time.
"Yes," he agreed, stroking her hair. "I'm the worst. So Sasanqua... don't even think about escaping."
"Bad boy~!"
The girl glared at him with tender eyes, then raised her arms to hug his neck tightly, snuggling into his embrace.
She quietly savored his warmth.
If she truly hated his naughtiness, after all...
She wouldn't have tried so hard to drink every last drop.
After embracing for a while, Nozomi took Sasanqua's small hand and strolled through the city as dusk painted the sky in shades of tangerine and rose. The girl had cleaned up—hairband straightened, lips reapplied with fresh gloss—but there was a new softness to the way she moved beside him, a satisfied glow to her skin.
She even took out her phone to capture the sunset.
They took many photos together. In some, he kissed her cheek. In others, she made peace signs while he wrapped an arm around her waist. In one, captured by a passing stranger they'd asked for help, they simply held hands beneath a row of glowing lanterns, smiling at each other like the lovestruck teenagers they were.
Then they went to the mall together.
Hozuki Nozomi personally selected a gift for Sasanqua—a delicate silver bracelet with a tiny sasanqua flower charm, the petals inlaid with pink enamel. She blushed furiously when he clasped it around her wrist, but her smile was radiant, bright enough to rival the department store's chandelier.
Worth it.
Unbeknownst to them, the sky had darkened fully.
When it was time to part at the train station, Sasanqua was visibly reluctant. She lingered, fingers intertwined with his, not quite meeting his eyes.
Today had been a rare occasion—a date with just her. No Kusami Runa. No Sakurabara Momo. Just Sasanqua.
"Nozomi," she murmured, finally looking up. "Next time... can we continue our date? Today, I haven't had enough fun yet."
He smiled and lowered his head, pressing a soft kiss to her smooth forehead. She smelled like jasmine and vanilla and something else—something that was just her, just them.
"Alright. Let's play together next time." He tucked a strand of black hair behind her ear. "But let me tell you beforehand—I'm a very bad and unfaithful person. So Sasanqua should be prepared."