Chapter 77: The Child of God is Full of Blind Spots, I Love Oichi the Most...
Yukimura's forehead pressed against hers, their noses touched, and their lips were separated by only a thin line.
"Say it again."
Their scorching breaths mingled, carrying an unprecedented sense of oppression: "This time, look me in the eyes."
"Ah, Aichi..."
Risa murmured, her voice trembling at the end.
The courage I had shown in the stands had vanished, leaving only a burning tongue and a wildly pounding heart.
She was so embarrassed that she wanted to run away, burying her burning cheeks in his shoulder.
Her lips pressed unconsciously against his neck, like a shy, innocent kiss.
"......!"
Yukimura froze, and the arms around her waist tightened suddenly.
After an unknown amount of time, he lifted her chin.
Foreheads touching, voices hoarse beyond recognition: "Just now... was that on purpose?"
Breaths mingled, the air was thin.
Risa gazed into his unfathomable eyes and unconsciously licked her lips. This small gesture caught his eye, making his pupils darken even more.
"...Should I change how I address you?" she asked softly, her eyelashes trembling nervously.
"No changes allowed."
His hoarse voice carried a hint of childlike stubbornness.
"From now on, you're only allowed to call me that. Especially..."
"In front of Yagyu."
"Yagyu?" Risa blinked. "Why specifically..."
Before he could finish speaking, his chin was gripped by long, slender fingers.
Yukimura narrowed his eyes: "Last month, and at the end of May, who was it that met Yagyu's parents? Hmm?"
Risa paused for two seconds, then burst out laughing.
"So Oichi is jealous?"
She gently tapped his tense chin, "Didn't I already explain to you? I was just helping him deal with the blind date his family arranged. There's nothing between us."
Seeing that he remained unmoved, Risa had a sudden idea. She straightened up and gently pecked the corner of his lips.
"Then...would you like me to accompany you to meet your parents?"
"Are you sure?" Yukimura tightened his grip on her chin. "Once you say that, there's no going back."
"Yes." She nodded solemnly.
Then, as if remembering something, she blinked.
"By the way, how much is the wedding gift money when you get married here?"
Knowing she liked money, Yukimura assumed she was asking about the dowry for the bride's family after marriage, so he said gently, "It varies depending on the region and family circumstances. By our family's standards, it should be around three million yen."
Three million yen...
Seeing her earnestly counting on her fingers, Yukimura thought she felt the amount wasn't enough and was about to offer to add more when he heard her excitedly say, "I've roughly calculated it, and I should be able to save enough before graduation."
Yukimura: "?"
"Once I've saved up three million, I'll go with you to meet your parents, okay?" She looked up, her eyes sparkling. "If I have three million, I can marry A-Shi, right?"
Yukimura: "??"
He felt a slight tremor in his fingertips and realized that he was actually laughing.
This idiot, what exactly did she interpret their relationship as? She's usually as shrewd as a little fox, how could she be so... clueless about something like this?
"But..." her voice trailed off, "they might mind if I'm like this. As parents, they'd definitely prefer you to find a girl from a similar social standing..."
Her brows furrowed involuntarily, and she looked somewhat listless.
But the next second she perked up: "But it's okay! I can make a lot of money! I'll prove to them that I'll never let you suffer with me!"
She muttered to herself, calculating her future income, and Yukimura could no longer resist, reaching out to pull her into his arms.
Before Risa could react, she heard a helpless laugh from above her: "Idiot~"
"What are you thinking about? Shouldn't I be the one preparing the deposit at a time like this?"
"Huh?" She looked up, puzzled. "But...but where I'm from, getting married usually involves..."
"That's from your past life." Yukimura flicked her forehead lightly with his finger. "It's a rule in Kanagawa..."
He suddenly stopped mid-sentence.
Looking at her confused expression, Yukimura remembered that Yanagi had mentioned her family situation, and changed the subject: "So Risa has already thought about marrying me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he watched with satisfaction as a blush instantly spread from the tips of her ears to her neck.
"No, no! I'm just making career plans for the future!"
"I see..." Yukimura pretended to be deep in thought. "So I'm part of Risa's future plans."
“That’s one of the asset allocation options. Like…like diversifying your portfolio.”
Yukimura couldn't help but chuckle, reaching out to ruffle her little head: "So, may I ask this investor, what type of asset am I?" He deliberately lowered his voice, "The high-risk, high-return kind?"
"Hmm...it should be stable government bonds..."
"Ugh—that's so unfair." Yukimura sighed, feigning disappointment. "I thought it would at least be a growth stock."
“However…” His voice suddenly softened, “If it’s Risa, it doesn’t matter even if it’s classified as the most conservative fixed deposit.”
Risa's heart skipped a beat. It felt like being tossed into a fluffy cloud, soft and light, making even her breathing become cautious.
First, he proudly proclaims his own value, implying that he is a growth stock with unlimited potential and can give her a better future; then he gently compromises, telling her that it doesn't matter if she thinks he is "conservative," as long as the object of his affections is her.
This person is always like this, handling things with ease and knowing when to advance and retreat. They've mastered psychological warfare to the extreme.
"What are you thinking about?" Yukimura leaned down and asked her.
Risa clenched her fist, looked up at him and smiled: "We're reassessing the risks."
"Um?"
“Stocks like yours, being a perfectionist, are bound to be extremely volatile…” She deliberately wrinkled her nose. “Although the liquidity is a bit poor, the return rate seems very high. You could consider being ‘locked in’ for life.”
Yukimura's eyes darkened, and he pulled her closer by the waist.
"Deliberately saying what I want to hear? Hmm?...You cunning analyst."
Did it make you any happier?
"You think you can get away with a few sweet words?"
The girl smiled but did not answer, feigning innocence.
"Is Risa underestimating me? Hmm?"
He deliberately leaned close to her ear and whispered, "A greedy person will never be satisfied."
A seductive voice fell beside her ear, and Risa's eyelashes trembled.
Suddenly, as if she had given up all hope, she threw herself into his arms.
"Ashi~" she called his name in a high-pitched voice, "Don't be angry anymore, okay? I like you the most, the most, the most."
Her voice was so sweet it could melt your heart; she tugged at his collar with her fingers and rubbed her head against his neck like a spoiled kitten.
I swear—
She tilted her head back, held up three slender fingers, and her moist almond-shaped eyes held a hint of fragility and pity.
"In my past life, this life, and the next life... I will only love you."
Yukimura's breath hitched.
He had completely miscalculated. When the cunning little fox retracted its claws and transformed into a docile cat, gently pressing its soft paws against his chest, his pride in self-control crumbled completely.
She sat sideways on his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck. Her soft, warm body pressed tightly against him, like the most deadly poison.
Yukimura's taut back was stiff as a pine tree, and his knuckles, which were loosely supporting her waist, turned bluish-white as he pinched her. Even his breathing became cautious.
The instigator, however, remained completely oblivious, nuzzling restlessly against him. Her rosy lips parted slightly, and her moist almond-shaped eyes gazed at him innocently.
"......"
The seemingly flawless Son of God had to admit—
At this moment, he was full of openings.
"Ashi?" The soft, sweet voice was filled with confusion.
Yukimura lowered his gaze, his eyes involuntarily landing on her collarbone. The curve of her breath, rising and falling, was like a silent invitation. His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, his composure taut to its limit.
—If this continues, he will definitely be unable to resist wanting to devour her.
The moment that thought flashed through my mind, my vision was suddenly plunged into darkness.
Warm palms gently covered his eyes.
"Don't, don't look at me like that..." her voice trembled, "as if I were a matcha daifuku."
"Risa".
Yukimura gripped her wrist and asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you know the consequences of obstructing my view?"
"Huh? What are the consequences...?"
Before the words were even finished, their positions were reversed.
Risa was surrounded by complete darkness.
When darkness deprives us of sight, our other senses are amplified infinitely.
Risa could clearly feel his fingertips slowly moving up the inside of her arm, as if measuring some kind of private boundary. When his fingertips brushed past her elbow, she shuddered, but he anticipated her movements and tightened his grip on her waist.
"Why are you hiding?" he chuckled, his thumb tracing suggestive circles on her sensitive spot. "Isn't Ms. Analyst the best at risk assessment?"
"You...you're bullying me!" she accused, grabbing his hand.
“This is punishment.” He bit her earlobe. “I’ll teach you what… ‘high-risk assets’ are.”
As her palm was removed, her vision suddenly returned to Yukimura's eyes, which were close at hand, reflecting her face, which was burning red and tinged with the color of the sunset.
His fingertips gently rubbed against her earlobe, making her gasp.
This reaction seemed to please him; a low chuckle escaped his throat, but the smile froze on his lips the next second—
Risa unconsciously twisted to avoid him, and the inside of her thigh brushed against a hot spot.
In that brief moment, the heat almost scorched through the thin fabric.
"Waaaaah...!"
She froze as if she had been burned.
"...Don't move." I heard Yukimura's gasp squeezed out between his teeth. Short, suppressed, yet with an undeniable hint of loss of control.
The muscles in his arms around her waist tightened violently, but he restrained himself from exerting force in the next second, as if afraid of hurting her, or as if afraid that he would really lose control.
He closed his eyes briefly, pressing his burning forehead heavily against her shoulder. His breathing was heavy, and his neck taut with sharp lines.
Risa blinked, stunned.
Through the thin fabric, she could clearly feel the boy's taut muscles and unusually hot body temperature. His chest heaved violently, and his heartbeat pounded against her eardrums.
“Ashi…” she called him softly, her voice trembling with a hint of helplessness.
"...Be good, don't move." His voice was hoarse, his hot breath spraying against her neck. "Just like this...let me hold you for a while."
Yukimura's arms were still tightly wrapped around her, yet there was a kind of devout restraint in them.
Risa was truly too afraid to move.
That sentence in the junior high school biology textbook—
The theory that "male androgen levels peak during puberty and are more easily stimulated than in adulthood" suddenly gained a concrete understanding.
Risa rolled her dark, round eyes.
Would you say he... brought this on himself?
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Author's Note: It's Friday again. o(*￣▽￣*)ブ
Thank you to [邈邈兮予礼iris、想想呀] for the landmines and grenades this week, and thank you to all the babies for the nutrient solution and feedback.
Because the author struggles with writing romance scenes, struggling to even squeeze out a few lines (crying), there won't be an extra update this week (heartbroken). I'll make it up to you later when the plot unfolds [heart emoji].
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P.S.: This book is now in its later stages, and I estimate it will not exceed 400,000 words. Thank you for your continued support! [hugs]
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