Chapter 93: Dating Yumi-chan Once Again

After their lovemaking ended, Hayami Rina lay exhausted, her core twitching uncontrollably, leaking white fluid full of lust; it took her a while before she recovered.

Kitahara asked, “Are you happy?”

Hayami gently nodded and said, “Kitahara-kun, you’re amazing—I’ve never felt such pleasure in my life… Besides that, on the day we officially move in here, I’d like you to accept it…”

Kitahara was somewhat surprised, and looking again at the suggestive outfit she wore, covered in his white seed, he began to grow aroused once more!

Regarding the so-called special gift in Hayami Rina’s words, a strong wave of curiosity couldn’t help but surge up in Kitahara Chiki’s heart.

He really wanted to know what this mysterious gift actually was, but when he asked, he only received a slightly shy smile from Hayami Rina and a phrase:

“Keep it a secret for now!”

Clearly, she was determined to keep this secret until the very last moment to enhance that sense of surprise.

Although Kitahara felt a bit helpless about this, he also understood Hayami Rina’s desire to create this atmosphere filled with mystery.

Thus, he didn’t continue pressing her with questions, choosing instead to wait patiently for the moment the mystery would be unveiled.

After all, before long they would be moving into the new home together, at which time he would naturally be able to see this special gift with his own eyes.

Thinking up to this point, Kitahara Chiki’s mood grew expectant again—unknown surprises like this were actually pretty interesting.

…

The following morning, Kitahara did not stay at Hayami Rina’s home for long. He had already arranged to meet his junior, Matsuda Yumi, today, and he didn’t want to keep her waiting. After spending some time with Rina and Aya-chan, he prepared to leave.

“Take care of yourself, Rina-nee. I’ll come visit again soon.”

Hayami Rina smiled gently as she stood at the doorway with her daughter beside her. “All right. Be careful on your way there, and don’t forget to eat properly.”

Aya-chan also waved enthusiastically. “Goodbye, Kitahara-oniichan! Come play with me again!”

Kitahara smiled and waved back before stepping out of the yard. As he passed the neighboring residence, the cheerful laughter of several young girls drifted faintly through the air. He glanced toward the house and couldn’t help smiling knowingly.

Those few voice actresses living nearby had caught his attention as well. He was rather looking forward to getting to know them better when the opportunity arose. However, he had already made plans with Yumi today, so there was no reason to get distracted by other matters. With that thought in mind, he headed toward the street and hailed a car.

His destination was the bookstore where Yumi lived with her family. Since he had promised to take her out, he intended to pick her up personally rather than ask her to meet him somewhere else. The journey didn’t take too long, and before long, the familiar storefront came into view.

After paying the driver, Kitahara stepped out and entered the bookstore. The shelves were packed with books, magazines, and other reading materials, giving the small establishment a cozy atmosphere. Behind the counter stood Yumi’s father, a thin older man who was busy arranging a few items.

“Good morning, Uncle,” Kitahara greeted him politely.

The older man looked up, recognized his visitor, and immediately broke into a smile. “Ah, Kitahara! You’re here for Yumi-chan, aren’t you?”

“Yes. We made plans to go out today.”

Yumi’s father chuckled and pointed toward the staircase at the back of the shop. “She’s upstairs getting ready. Go on up. She’s been preparing for your date since early this morning.”

Kitahara nodded in understanding. After exchanging a few more words with the older man, he walked toward the staircase and began climbing to the second floor.

The wooden steps had clearly been in use for many years. Each time he placed his foot down, they produced a faint creaking sound that echoed through the narrow passage. The staircase was cramped, leaving little room to move around comfortably, and the air carried a faint musty smell characteristic of an old building.

Despite its age, however, the place was remarkably clean. The wooden floorboards had been carefully maintained, their surfaces polished until they gleamed under the light. It was obvious that Yumi’s family took pride in keeping their home tidy, even if the building itself could use some renovation.

When Kitahara reached the second floor, he didn’t need to search for long to find Yumi’s room. The door to a small bedroom stood wide open, and through the doorway, he could see a girl sitting in front of a mirror, concentrating on her makeup.

“Dad, is there something you need?” Yumi asked without turning around. She was carefully drawing her eyebrows and seemed completely absorbed in the task. “I’m getting ready, so please don’t disturb me. I’m almost out of time! It’s nearly time for my date with Kitahara-senpai!”

She continued talking, apparently assuming that her father had come upstairs to check on her. Kitahara, meanwhile, remained silent and walked toward the open door.

It wasn’t until he had almost reached the entrance that Yumi finally sensed something was wrong. Her hand stopped in the middle of drawing an eyebrow, and she turned her head toward the doorway.

“Ah?! Senpai! You’re already here?”

Her eyes widened in surprise as she hurriedly put down her makeup pencil. She glanced at him, then at her reflection in the mirror, suddenly becoming conscious of her unfinished appearance.

“Why didn’t you say anything? You just came straight upstairs! I haven’t finished getting ready yet!”

Kitahara looked at her amused expression and stepped into the room. “You don’t need to spend so much time on makeup. You’ll probably have to wash it off later anyway. Isn’t that troublesome?”

“That won’t do!” Yumi immediately protested, her cheeks turning pink. “I want to show you my most beautiful side, Senpai! I can’t just go out looking like this!”

Her response was entirely predictable. Yumi was a hopeless romantic who took their dates very seriously. Even though Kitahara had already seen her countless times, she still wanted to look her absolute best whenever they met. To her, getting ready wasn’t merely a routine. It was part of the excitement of spending time with someone she liked.

Kitahara approached her chair and stopped beside her. Yumi looked up at him, her earlier complaints gradually fading as she realized just how close he was standing. Her heart began beating faster, and the words she had been preparing to say suddenly became difficult to remember.

He gently cupped her cheeks, drawing her attention fully toward him. Before she could ask what he was doing, he leaned down and kissed her.

Yumi froze for a brief moment, caught completely off guard by his sudden affection. Then she closed her eyes and returned the kiss, her hands instinctively resting around his neck. All thoughts of her unfinished makeup disappeared as she focused on the person standing before her.

For a while, neither of them seemed particularly interested in talking. The small bedroom offered little space, and the old building wasn’t exactly the most convenient place for a couple hoping to enjoy some private time together. Nevertheless, neither felt any need to hurry away from the moment.

Eventually, Kitahara drew back slightly, and Yumi opened her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, and she looked at him with a mixture of embarrassment and happiness.

“Senpai…” she murmured, unable to hide her smile.

Kitahara smiled back. “Now, are you ready to go?”

Yumi glanced at the mirror and immediately remembered her unfinished makeup. “Wait! At least let me fix this first!”

She quickly tidied herself up, making a few small adjustments before deciding that she looked presentable enough. After checking her appearance one final time, she stood and gathered her belongings. The two then left the little room together and headed downstairs.

At the counter, Yumi turned toward her father, who had been patiently minding the bookstore.

“Dad, I’m going out with Kitahara-senpai!” she announced cheerfully. “I might not come home tonight, so don’t wait up for me!”

Her father paused and looked at the two of them. For a moment, he seemed unsure how to respond. In the end, he could only let out a long sigh as Yumi happily followed Kitahara toward the exit.

Once they stepped out of the alley, Kitahara hailed a taxi. Neither of them had any particular desire to spend the day wandering aimlessly around the city. They had already grown comfortable with each other, and their plans for the date were rather straightforward.

After getting into the car, Kitahara gave the driver the address of a nearby luxury hotel. Yumi sat beside him, occasionally glancing in his direction with a shy smile. The taxi soon pulled away from the curb and carried them toward their destination.

Upon arriving, the two entered the hotel and made their way to the reception desk. Kitahara selected a room on the top floor, preferring somewhere quiet and comfortable where they could spend the rest of the day without interruptions. After completing the booking, they received their key and headed toward the elevator.

As the doors closed behind them, Yumi looked up at Kitahara, her cheeks faintly pink once more. Their date had barely begun, yet she already felt that it would become another memory she would treasure for a long time.