Chapter 250: No Lewd Stuff Allowed!

After a night of silence, the world outside the window finally welcomed the break of dawn. The thick clouds had dispersed at some point without anyone noticing, revealing the washed-clean pale blue of a winter sky.

A transparent thread of golden light slipped through the gap where the curtains hadn’t been fully closed and landed noiselessly on the floor, stretching out into a long beam.

Gradually, as the sun rose, the light began to shift, inching its way deeper into the room, illuminating the objects within.

The black tights, casually draped over the back of a chair, swaying slightly with the warm air from the heater…

The knee-length skirt spilled on the floor, its faintly visible pink lining…

The white, slightly patterned underwear, already bunched into a crumpled ball, squeezed into a corner…

The light continued to move, finally landing gently on the two faces pressed close together on the bed.

Feeling the morning light on him, Fuyuji Mikage furrowed his brow in his sleep. Instinctively, he tightened his hold on the delicate girl in his arms and rolled over with her, turning his back to the sunlight. Then, by habit, he lowered his head and sniffed the fragrance at the top of her hair. He nuzzled contentedly against those soft strands and peacefully closed his eyes again.

He wanted to keep chasing that beautiful butterfly.

But the next second, a warm sensation came from his neck. Ticklish, warm, like a feather teasing his heart with light, intermittent touches.

Still half-asleep, Fuyuji lowered his head and planted a smack on the girl’s smooth forehead, a few strands of hair caught at his lips. He mumbled:

“Ai, don’t mess around.”

But before the words faded, the mischievous little snake darted back with a swoosh, its breath timidly falling against his neck, bringing a faint chill.

“…”

The sunlight continued to spill over their bed. The heater continued to hum. The girl still lay quietly in his arms, as if everything that had just happened was only a dream.

But that was an illusion!

Knowing full well what kind of personality his lover and girlfriend had, Fuyuji quietly cracked one eye open a slit and silently observed Morishita Ai’s every move.

Her fair, delicate face peeked out from the bedding. Her complexion was a little pale, her lips slightly reddened. Her long, slender eyelashes were individually visible in the sunlight, trembling ever so faintly with her carefully suppressed breathing, exactly like a sleeping little squirrel.

Unfortunately, this was fake.

Based on his girlfriend’s habits, she’d probably make a move soon.

Sure enough, barely a dozen seconds later, as if sensing that Fuyuji’s breathing had become even again, Morishita, still maintaining her serene sleeping pose, quietly lifted her right eyelid and likewise observed her boyfriend’s movements.

After confirming he was asleep, Morishita slowly curved a smug little smile at the corner of her mouth. Under the covers, her little feet silently groped and shifted.

Hmph!

Perverted boyfriend! You said you’d be gentle!

And yet you made the great Amazon warrior Morishita-sama show such an embarrassing side. Unforgivable!

At the thought, Morishita’s cool little face suddenly burned. That blush, like spilled rouge, rapidly spread from her cheeks, staining even her neck and earlobes with a touch of crimson.

Damn it. Why did doing that kind of thing make her cry?!

If Yamamura Miki found out, Morishita-sama’s lifetime reputation would be ruined. She had to seal that matter away completely right now, make her boyfriend forget it. Watch, my little blue feather sweep—

Her little foot under the covers had barely lifted halfway when Fuyuji’s thigh clamped down on it instantly, pinning it immobile.

“Mmph!”

The pretending-to-sleep Morishita stiffened all over. She immediately opened her eyes, her pink-blue irises glaring up at the pair of black eyes above her, which had opened at some point and were glinting with amusement.

“Cunning plus perverted plus heartless boyfriend, let go of your cute girlfriend right now!”

“…” She was still pretty energetic. Last night she’d been in that “Morishita-sama has burned out” state, looking like she’d die if she moved an inch.

Fuyuji curved his mouth and asked softly, “Doesn’t hurt anymore?”

“Of course not!” Morishita puffed out her chest, tightened her face, and stated coolly, “I am a licensed practitioner of the Little Blue Style ancient martial arts. Last night I was simply careless, which let boyfriend win that battle. You should know girls hold a decisive advantage in this area—hiss!”

While trying to look cool, she habitually attempted a dashing cross-legged pose, only to brush against the inside of her thigh. A burning pain instantly spread, shooting straight to her brain.

Morishita, whose face had been utterly expressionless while speaking, suddenly flew her eyes wide open. Tears instantly filled her eyes. Her mouth puckered, and she threw both arms around Fuyuji’s neck, burying her small face deep in the crook of his neck.

“Boyfriend-kun, it hurts~”

“It’ll be fine after some rest. Girls usually have a bit of it their first time.” Fuyuji gently stroked her smooth back, comforting her softly.

“It’s not just a bit, and it’s all because of my perverted boyfriend!” Morishita butted her head against Fuyuji’s chin and said angrily, “I told you to make it smaller.”

“Is that something I can control?!” Fuyuji’s face went full of black lines. “Didn’t you yourself later were saying—”

“Shut up, boyfriend!”

Morishita’s little face flushed red in an instant. She shouted, and with a mix of shame and fury, clenched her small fists and pounded them against Fuyuji’s chest like raindrops.

“Hurry up and forget that. Something that shameful definitely wasn’t done by Morishita-sama. Boyfriend must have used his superpowers to hypnotize me!”

“Alright, alright. It wasn’t Morishita-sama who did it. It was me, okay?”

“That’s more like it, perverted boyfriend.” Morishita huffily turned over, wrapped herself tighter in the blanket, and turned her back to Fuyuji in considerable shame. “The book clearly said girls have the advantage in that kind of thing. Why did I end up like that in the end?”

Confidently challenging her boyfriend after feeling better, only to end up crying in his arms. That really didn’t fit her cool Little Blue-sama persona at all.

“It must be because I moved around too much during the day yesterday, which left me in poor condition. That’s why I lost to boyfriend.” As she spoke, it seemed even she was starting to believe it. She closed her eyes and nodded repeatedly. “Right. That must be it. Next time I definitely won’t lose to a perverted foot fetishist.”

At this thought, Morishita-sama grew even more confident. “A mere boyfriend is no match—mmph!”

Her closed eyes suddenly flew wide open. Obvious panic showed in her gaze. The next second, Morishita instinctively reached back to cover her pert little rear and blurted out, “Perverted boyfriend, no lewd stuff allowed!”

“Sorry, sorry.”

Fuyuji laughed and hugged Morishita tightly from behind, burying his head deep in her hair. He took a deep breath and said intoxicatedly, “Because Ai is just too cute. I really couldn’t hold back. Today Ai can just rest in bed. I won’t go anywhere. Besides, I already fully appreciated Ai’s sexy cuteness last night. If my dear girlfriend isn’t convinced, we can continue next time.”

“That’s more like it. But boyfriend-kun,” Morishita’s voice suddenly turned light, her chin lifting, “you’ve finally realized I’m sexy?”

“…” So that’s what you cared about?

Fuyuji didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He pinched her small earlobe. “Yes, yes. My girlfriend is way too sexy.”

The two continued to hold each other and cuddle for a while. The sunlight crept slowly across the floor. Only when the sun was high and it was nearly lunchtime did Fuyuji dawdle out of bed.

He opened the wardrobe, roughly scanned the clothes inside, and picked out a set of pink pajamas printed with curled-up white cat patterns. He returned to the bed and bent down close to Morishita, who was wrapped up like a silkworm in the blanket.

“Arms up, girlfriend-chan.”

“Heh heh. As expected of the boyfriend I chose.” Morishita closed her eyes in satisfaction and poked half an arm out from the covers.

Fuyuji took the opportunity to slip the pajama sleeve over her wrist. The soft fabric brushed past the fair neck covered in red marks. He did the same with the other side, then buttoned it up bit by bit.

“What are we doing about lunch?” His palm steadily supported her ankle as he guided the pant leg over that slender, fair calf.

“Of course—” The girl instinctively wanted to call for her good sister Miki, but then she looked down at her current state. She bent forward and snatched the waistband, yanking it up haphazardly. “Of course it’s boyfriend—ow!” The motion pulled at the base of her thigh. With teary eyes, she collapsed back into his arms.

“Boyfriend-kun, let’s just order delivery.” Morishita’s voice carried a sob.

Fuyuji stifled a laugh and scooped her up. His chin rested against her messy hair as he tied the waistband. The pink pajamas wrapped around the girl’s youthful curves. As he bent forward, his nose brushed the small patch of red kiss marks exposed at her pajama collar.

“Alright then, let’s order delivery.”

After all this time, Fuyuji had gained some confidence in his cooking. But at a time like this, it was better not to torment his cute girlfriend.

Advanced Nurturing, for all its eccentricities, still gave students the greatest possible convenience in daily life. As long as you paid points, not to mention delivery, even online shopping could be brought to your door.

Unfortunately, the good times didn’t last.

Just as the two were cuddled together, discussing what to eat back and forth, the doorbell rang with a ding dong.

“Morishita-san, is Fuyuji in there? I brought food…”

Fuyuji: “…”

Morishita: “…”

The two exchanged a glance and both saw the shock in each other’s eyes.

“Why does Yamamura know you’re here? I clearly never told her!” Morishita instantly bristled. She grabbed Fuyuji’s neck in a frenzy and shook it hard, lowering her voice.

If Yamamura found out… my Morishita-sama’s lifetime reputation!

“This… probably,” Fuyuji tugged at the corner of his mouth, forcing a smile, “because Miki has the room card to my room?”

Given Yamamura’s degree of control over Fuyuji’s room, all she had to do was open the door and take one look to immediately realize he hadn’t come back last night.

“Damn boyfriend. You didn’t even give me one, but you gave one to Yamamura. Favoritism! Favoritism!” Morishita shook him even harder.

“I’ll give Ai one later.” Amid the gradually accelerating afterimages, Fuyuji’s voice came out in a rising and falling rhythm.

At this moment, Yamamura’s puzzled voice sounded from outside the door again.

“Morishita-san? Fuyuji? Are you in there? I think I heard voices?”

“…”

After a few seconds of silence, the two stopped moving. They turned their heads toward the door in unison, then lowered their heads and sighed together.

“Ahh…”

Miki angry, consequences very serious! x2

“I’ll go open the door.” Fuyuji resignedly got off the bed and walked toward the door with somewhat heavy steps.

Morishita quickly shrank back under the covers, silently pulled the little blanket over herself, tugged the edge up to just below her nose, and lay in bed playing dead.

With a click, the door opened, revealing Yamamura’s worried face.

“Good afternoon, Miki.”

…

A few minutes later, from a balcony of a high-floor room in the Advanced Nurturing dormitory building, a cry of surprise suddenly rang out.

“Huh!”

The lunch bag fell to the floor with a thud. A deep blush instantly rose to Yamamura’s ears. Both hands flew up to cover her burning cheeks. Her eyes went wide, and it looked as if white steam was pouring continuously from the top of her head. She stammered in shock:

“Th-that kind of thing, you did it?! Morishita-san!”

Yamamura, who knew both their personalities well, had seen at a glance what had happened last night, especially with the red marks on Morishita’s neck still not faded.

Seeing that she couldn’t keep up the act anymore, even though she’d just been teary-eyed, even though she was currently sitting cautiously on the bed unable to move, Morishita still planted her little hands on her hips and worked hard to keep her face stern.

“Heh heh. I’m amazing, right? Yamamura Miki.” Her tone carried a bit of bravado-fueled pride.

“But Morishita-san,” Yamamura, whose blush had yet to fade, quietly glanced toward the back. Seeing that Fuyuji had already gone to the bathroom, she forced down her inner shyness, moved close to Morishita, and sat down.

She leaned toward her ear and asked in a low voice, “Didn’t they say that… the first time hurts a lot? And also Fuyuji’s thing…” She spoke more and more quietly, until at the end only a breathy whisper remained. Her face grew redder and redder, as if it might drip blood.

Smack. Morishita, who couldn’t even dress herself without Fuyuji’s help, clapped both hands onto Yamamura’s shoulders and solemnly declared.

“It’s fine. Actually, it only hurts a tiny bit at the start. After that it feels really good. Yamamura, you’ll know once you try it in the future.”

At this point, to avoid damaging Morishita-sama’s shining image in everyone’s eyes going forward, she could only grit her teeth and drag Yamamura into the water. As long as Yamamura cried too, then it would prove it wasn’t Morishita-sama’s problem. It was definitely the boyfriend’s fault!

“R-really?”

“Yes.” Morishita nodded seriously.

Not far away, leaning against the bathroom door and watching the two whisper to each other, Fuyuji also let out a sigh of relief. There was no helping it. Even with a girl he was so familiar with, having her know about that kind of thing was still a bit embarrassing.

“But Yamamura,” Morishita continued, earnestly coaxing her good sister, “you can’t tell anyone about this, especially not Shiraishi Asuka.”

“Why?”

“Just don’t tell her. That cunning woman.” Morishita put on a stern little face.

“But,” Yamamura extended a slender index finger and scratched her cheek rather sheepishly, “I already told Shiraishi-san just now. That Fuyuji might be here.”

At this moment, a ding dong sounded from outside the door once again.

The next second, Shiraishi’s gentle, water-like voice rang out. Even through the door, one could feel her smiling, her violet eyes shimmering.

“Good afternoon, Fuyuji, Morishita-san. Did you two have fun last night?”

Instantly, Fuyuji felt as if he’d plunged into an ice cave!