Chapter 111 My Girlfriend is a Cute Accessory: The Final Chapter of Youth

The taste of taking a bite of an apple can be addictive.

In particular, it was the apple you had been longing for, so beautiful it was breathtaking.

For the first three days after Yukimura returned to Japan, he spent most of his time in intimate moments with Risa, practically never leaving the house.

Both harbored a strong sense of curiosity and a thirst for exploration, coupled with long-suppressed longing, making them naturally eager to indulge in each other's passions. They experimented with various intimate ways, sharing thrills and pleasures, reaching the ultimate climax time and time again.

She considered herself to have decent physical strength and stamina, but ultimately, she couldn't compete with athletes who could battle for hours on the top stage. For her, one endlessly prolonged intimate encounter was already the limit.

Several times, after finally finishing, I thought a bath would wash away my fatigue and I could finally fall asleep. But when I got back to the bedroom and touched the soft bed, the warm body of the person next to me pressed against me again.

The delicate kisses traveled downwards, their intentions clear.

“...No more…” she protested in surrender.

"Last time,"

He coaxed her, his movements gentle yet forceful, leaving no room for refusal.

"......I promise."

Under his provocation, instinct betrayed words.

Thus, with a mix of reluctance and consent, the spark ignited a prairie fire once more.

By the third or fourth time, she couldn't take it anymore and, both angry and furious, yelled at him, "Stop it! You bastard, you scumbag, you beast in human clothing..."

Words that he would never normally utter lightly were now being thrown at him without any regard for the consequences.

This person, instead of nagging or coaxing her, just chuckled softly. A pleasurable vibration came from her chest, pressing against her back, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Yes, that's me."

He readily admitted that his pupils were unfathomable, dark and greedy. His five fingers forcefully squeezed between hers, interlocking tightly with hers.

“But Risa, who told you…” His voice was husky and sexy, “…that you are a thousand times more tempting than Eve’s apple.”

"It makes me... completely unable to stop."

He shut down all the curses and sobs.

The man was highly skilled and aggressive, unlike a beginner at all. Her pitiful resistance quickly crumbled, and a more violent wave engulfed her.

In her hazy consciousness, she only heard him whispering in her ear again and again, in that husky voice that could drive a person mad, tender yet domineering:

"......elder sister......"

"My sister is mine..."

"They're all mine."

He only released her when she was so exhausted that she could barely keep her eyes open, then pulled her sweaty body into his arms and headed for the bathroom.

After taking a bath, Risa sank into the soft pillow, feeling as if her limbs had been separated from her own and were no longer her own.

The man lay on his side, half-reclined, with his hand behind his head, casually twirling her hair that was scattered on the pillow, his gaze lingering on the girl's sleeping face, carefully tracing its features.

Moonlight streamed through the gauze curtains, outlining her tranquility and illuminating the deep, suffocating passion hidden in his eyes, his possessiveness surging endlessly.

For a fleeting moment, a stubborn thought arose in his mind—to let time stop right there, to abandon all distractions, distant places and dreams, and to just be entwined like this forever, never to be separated.

When I woke up the next day, the bright sunlight covered half of the bed.

Surprisingly, the person beside her didn't wake up before her. His eyes were closed, his thick eyelashes looked like small brushes, his nose was high and straight, and his skin was porcelain white.

Risa is a sucker for good looks. Even though she knows he's asleep and won't notice, staring at his face like this still makes her ears burn.

As he watched, a thought popped into his head, a mixture of smugness and mockery. Even the most powerful person, with such nightly revelry and insatiable desires, would eventually... become hollow, wouldn't they?

She curled her lips into a smile, a hint of smug satisfaction at having won back the score.

When I looked up again, I was stunned and stood there.

She didn't know when, but he had already woken up and was lazily looking at her.

His eyes were clear and bright, without a trace of the drowsiness of someone who had just woken up. It was as if he had been waiting for her to come to him, watching her for who knows how long.

"Oh?" He smirked lazily, his voice languid and playful. "What interesting thing was Risa thinking about just now?"

Risa looked away as if she had been caught doing something wrong, pretending to be clueless.

But Yukimura had no intention of letting her get away with it. He stretched out his long arm, pulled her into his embrace, and stroked her slightly warm cheek.

"Hmm? That sly smile..."

He stared at her, pressing on relentlessly, "You're not thinking about something rude, are you? Something about me?"

"N-no..." Risa said coquettishly, tracing circles on his chest with her fingertips. "I was just... just thinking that Ichi looks so beautiful when he's asleep."

He caressed her lower lip, his eyes deep and dangerous, as if he had already seen through her disrespectful thoughts about whether he was "hypocritical" or not, and was plotting how to "punish" her.

"Sister's mouth...why is it so sweet today?" He chuckled, a dangerous allure in his voice. "So obedient...shouldn't you give her a special reward?"

Before the word "reward" had even finished being uttered, Risa recoiled as if in response to a stress reaction.

As if he had expected this, he easily pulled her back with a little force, pressing her tightly against him with the desire and dominance of a morning awakening.

"Wait, wait a minute! Oichi! We were supposed to go out today..."

Her protest was swallowed up by him.

"The plan has changed." He leaned down and announced gently yet domineeringly, "The priority now is to give my sister a... special morning surprise."

The pleasure came to an end.

Risa was completely exhausted, her fair skin flushed, and she lay softly on his shoulder, her breathing rapid and shallow, her eyes shimmering like lake water disturbed by a spring breeze.

Yukimura admired his "masterpiece" and combed her slightly disheveled long hair.

"Shall we continue?" he asked.

Her eyelashes were wet, and she shook her head pitifully.

"So, sister, do you still think... I'm weak?"

Risa shuddered, shaking her head like a rattle-drum, afraid that if she was even a second too slow, it would trigger a new "proof" process.

"Heh..." I heard his pleasant chuckle in my ear.

"So Risa was really thinking about this rude question just now."

"..." Risa suddenly froze.

I've been tricked.

Seeing her blush with extreme embarrassment, Yukimura's smile deepened, but he stopped pressing the issue. He knew when to stop; occasional teasing was just for fun, but going too far would really provoke her.

"Alright, I won't tease you anymore." His tone returned to its usual gentleness. "Aren't you going out? If you don't get up now, it'll really be too late."

Risa shifted in his arms, letting out a muffled and coquettish nasal sound. Instead of getting up, she found a more comfortable position, as if she wanted to stay on him.

After the exhausting "morning surprise," she felt sore and weak, her eyelids were heavy, and she had no strength left to go out.

"...I don't want to move anymore." Her voice was muffled against his chest, filled with weariness and a hint of coquetry. "It's all your fault...Today's plans are canceled."

Yukimura kissed her hair and readily agreed, "Okay, I'll do whatever you say, sister."

"Then... let's lie down for a while longer."

The planned shopping and movie outing was canceled, which, in a way, suited him perfectly.

Shopping and watching movies, nothing is more important than the warmth and sweetness in my arms right now.

As for whether I can return to Kanagawa on time tomorrow?

That's something Yukimura Seiichi will need to consider tomorrow.

-

The two woke up hungry, so they decided to stay in bed and order takeout.

After lunch, Yukimura took out his laptop to deal with several urgent emails from RNA (Nadal Tennis Academy).

The moment my fingertips tapped a few syllables on the keyboard, the person next to me started getting restless.

Risa, like a lazy yet clingy cat, slowly rubbed against me: "I want a hug..."

Without a word, she straddled his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed herself against him, becoming a sweet burden, a soft, human-shaped accessory that belonged only to him.

"Mmm...Ashi feels so warm and comforting..." She buried her face in the crook of his neck and rubbed it against him, letting out a satisfied sigh.

Yukimura chuckled softly, a gentle ripple spreading across his eyes.

He supported her waist with one hand, holding her more securely in his arms, then returned to the keyboard to reply to emails concerning his career planning.

When Yukimura was thinking, his chin would occasionally rest on her shoulder.

Her shoulders were slender and her arms were thin, yet she could accommodate his dependence and his career at the same time.

-

After returning to Kanagawa, Yukimura first went back to school to collect his graduation certificate, and then arranged a small get-together with his old friends from the tennis club.

Meanwhile, after having dinner with three girls from the doujin circle, Risa was enthusiastically planning to go to karaoke.

The two groups met unexpectedly on the street. Yukimura saw Risa first and smiled with his eyebrows curved.

"Risa-nee, are you going bowling too?" Kirihara waved enthusiastically.

"What a coincidence! Xia." Marui Bunta blew bubble gum and grinned, putting his arm around his girlfriend Sato Chinatsu's shoulder. "Are you guys going bowling too? I heard the new bowling alley has amazing facilities!"

As Marui Bunta said this, his gaze swept between Risa and Yukimura.

Yuzuki and Asuka exchanged a knowing glance and smiled in agreement, "Yeah, yeah, it's more fun with more people! Why don't we all play a game together?"

So they changed their plans at the last minute, and the group of young people excitedly headed to the bowling alley.

Yukimura walked over to Risa very naturally, took her hand, and silently clasped it together.

Even after the bowling match, the high spirits hadn't subsided when someone shouted, "Let's eat meat!" and the group headed off to a nearby barbecue restaurant.

The private room was filled with the lively atmosphere of cooking. The sizzling of meat on the grill was accompanied by the boys' usual laughter and banter.

During the second half of the meal, while everyone was laughing and joking, Risa excused herself to go to the restroom and quietly went to the front desk to pay.

As I returned with the printed bill in hand, I saw a figure leaning lazily against the wall in the hallway.

“You…” Yukimura’s tone was drawn out, with a hint of indulgence, “You really can’t shake the habit of secretly paying the bill first.”

Risa blinked, as if remembering something, a sly glint in her eyes.

"Didn't someone say that two years ago, 'I'm looking forward to the next time, Risa's treat'?" She waved the bill in her hand. "Isn't today the 'next time' that promise being fulfilled?"

“Yes, I did say that.” He readily admitted, taking a step forward. “So, I’ve also received the promise of ‘next time’.”

Yukimura lowered his eyes and looked at her; she was also looking up at him. Their gazes met, ambiguous and intimate, as if the surrounding noise had been shut out, and the air quietly warmed.

Just then, a rustling sound came from the next private room.

The two turned their heads at the sound and saw that the crack in the door was crowded with heads watching the spectacle, their eyes shining as they watched with great interest.

“We received it too, poop~ Thank you for the ‘next time’ promise, Minister!” Niou Masaharu was the first to cheer.

Renji Yanagi took out his notebook and calmly added, "Based on the current data, the probability of paying the bill for the next group gathering is: Yukimura 0%, Matsuno 0%, and everyone else 100%."

"Hey! Senior Yanagi! There's no need to calculate such simple data, is there?" Kirihara complained loudly from the side.

Marui Bunta blew a bubble: "Well, I'll treat you next time! I know a really great dessert shop!"

Amidst friendly banter and laughter—"I'll go first!" and "No, it's my turn!"—the high school life of the boys and girls came to a lively close.