When Shikime Natsu returned to his dorm room carrying the kitchenware he'd borrowed from Morishita Ai, he opened the door to find Sakura Airi already seated on his bed. Though it was a school day, she had already changed out of her uniform.
Airi was dressed in a light-colored, casually cute outfit. The fitted cut traced the sinfully impressive curve of her chest in breathtaking detail, rising and falling gently with each breath — an almost irresistible sight.
Hearing him come in, Sakura Airi turned her head. Those dewy eyes of hers curved into little crescents.
She swung her slender legs idly and said with a smile, "Welcome back, Natsu. You've got so much kitchenware with you... which girl's dorm were you cooking at? Let me guess — it wasn't Kamuro-san or Shiina-san, was it?"
Shikime Natsu smiled and gave a small nod.
"Right. If it were either of those two, I'd have just cooked here in my own room."
After all, both Kamuro Masumi and Shiina Hiyori were his girlfriends — there was no need to haul kitchenware anywhere. He could simply prepare everything right here.
The girls whose dorms he would bring kitchenware to were those with whom he hadn't made things official. They worried about running into his three confirmed girlfriends if they came to cook at his place. For someone who wasn't yet a girlfriend, meeting the official ones always came with an inherent sense of being outranked.
"Today I went over to Morishita-san's dorm to cook for her and Yamamura-san," Shikime Natsu explained, making no attempt to hide it.
Granted, Morishita Ai had been doing a rather conspicuous impression of someone sneaking around — but that sort of thing didn't matter in the least. There'd come a time for everything to be out in the open.
Upon hearing this, Sakura Airi nodded with a bright smile, then stepped down from the bed. Once Natsu had set all the kitchenware aside, she smoothly slid her soft hand into his palm.
"Oh, right — there's something I need to tell you, Natsu."
Sakura Airi spoke up as if suddenly remembering something.
"What is it?" Shikime Natsu felt the small hand nestled in his and turned to look at her with a smile.
"I've already let Kamuro-san and Shiina-san know — tonight, Natsu belongs to me alone. I'm planning to stay over tonight, too."
Hearing that, Shikime Natsu gave a slight nod. He had to admit — his harem dynamic was genuinely harmonious. No dramatic confrontations, no jealous battles. Just girls who cared for him, openly and freely expressing their feelings.
"By the way, Airi — have you had dinner yet? Should I make something for you?"
It was around the usual dinnertime, and Shikime Natsu couldn't help reflecting that cooking was probably the skill he put to use most often.
"I ate before I came. Right now, I just want to spend more and more time with Natsu."
Sakura Airi shook her head, her delicate face written over with fond affection.
Shikime Natsu nodded and walked straight over to sit on the edge of the bed. Sakura Airi moved almost simultaneously, pressing close beside him. The two were near enough to feel each other's warmth.
The next moment, Sakura Airi turned and kissed him — without the slightest hesitation.
Her kiss carried a depth of feeling, the two of them breathing each other in, lost to the quiet of the room.
The kisses went on until the temperature in the room seemed to climb, and only when Airi's breathing grew faintly ragged did they finally part. She looked at him — the boy who, after kissing her for so long, showed not the slightest sign of breathlessness. Was it because Shikime Natsu had kissed so many girls that he'd built up a considerable degree of... experience?
"Oh, right — Natsu, that alliance you mentioned I was putting together — how's that coming along?"
Shikime Natsu remembered. The reason Airi hadn't been spending much time with him lately was that she'd been recruiting allies. He wondered how it was going.
"The allies... are still a work in progress. Winning people over doesn't happen overnight."
Shikime Natsu gave a small nod, about to respond — when a tempting blush crept across Sakura Airi's cheeks.
"Could it be... Natsu is already looking forward to that kind of group activity?"
Her voice was shy, but a teasing smile played at the corner of her lips.
Shikime Natsu didn't answer in words. Instead, he made his position clear through action.
He kissed her again, guiding this delicate girl down onto the soft surface of the bed.
"Mm..." Sakura Airi let out a soft sound, her arms wrapping around Shikime Natsu's neck.
"Natsu, today is the sixth day — we have to wait until after midnight before all the restrictions lift."
Their gazes met in the air between them. Another long, deep kiss followed. Only when the sky outside had gone completely dark did Sakura Airi seem to recall something, and she gave Shikime Natsu's shoulder a gentle push.
"Next... let's go... take a bath."
She suggested.
Shikime Natsu propped himself up and looked at her hazy, half-lidded eyes, teasing her lightly.
"Airi forgot to bring a change of clothes again, didn't she? Don't tell me you've had your eye on that white T-shirt of mine again."
"Bingo!"
Sakura Airi gave a mischievous wink and, with practiced ease, pulled the familiar oversized tee from Shikime Natsu's wardrobe.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, that shirt — carrying his scent — had long since been reclassified as her personal property.
Perhaps this was the particular, unreasonable, and utterly adorable possessiveness unique to girls.
Holding the shirt, she glanced back at Shikime Natsu, still sitting on the bed, and tilted her head slightly.
"Why is Natsu still just sitting there?"
Shikime Natsu blinked.
"This is my room. Where else would I be?"
Sakura Airi turned, her fair fingers pointing toward the bathroom, and gave him a playful wink.
"It'll be faster if we go in together, won't it? Time is precious, after all."
Shikime Natsu laughed despite himself. Faster? Two people bathing together would never be faster.
Especially when it was a boyfriend and girlfriend — the time would only stretch longer and longer.
"You have to wash me properly later, Natsu — and as a reward, I'll wash you too."
Sakura Airi held her hands in front of her chest and smiled at him, the implication behind her words impossible to miss.
Some time later, the two finally emerged from the steam-filled bathroom.
Predictably, all that talk of saving time had been nothing but a charming lie.
Shikime Natsu towel-dried Airi's damp hair with patient hands while she stood there dressed in nothing but that oversized white T-shirt, its hem barely reaching the top of her thighs — the faintly visible curves beneath it an almost unbearable temptation with every small movement she made.
Then the low hum of the hair dryer filled the room. Shikime Natsu's fingers moved through Airi's silky strands, the scent of her shampoo mingling with the warmth of her skin — a fragrance that was simply, undeniably pleasant.
Sakura Airi sat there with her eyes half-closed, the picture of contentment.
Once everything was done, the two settled back onto the bed.
Sakura Airi curled up willingly against Shikime Natsu's chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. She tilted her head up and spoke softly, smiling at him.
"Tonight is the sixth day — the restrictions aren't fully lifted yet. But do you know what the sixth day unlocks?"
Looking down at the smiling girl in his arms, Shikime Natsu shook his head.
"Frottage."
Sakura Airi slipped her hand downward...
Some unknown stretch of time later, an alarm broke the silence — one Sakura Airi had set in advance.
"It's already midnight, Natsu. Devour me~"
She reached over and switched off the alarm. Her hair fell across her face as she turned and drew close to Shikime Natsu once more.
The night passed without another word.
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