“…Yuzuru-san?”
While giving the massage, Arisa noticed that Yuzuru had gone quiet and called out to him.
But there was no reply.
Which meant—
“…Did he fall asleep?”
She tried asking, but again, no response.
So he really had fallen asleep.
“Yuzuru-saan!”
She called out once more, but still nothing.
So she leaned in to look at his face.
“…”
There he was—completely relaxed, utterly defenceless, fast asleep.
A face that seemed to say there was no way Arisa would do anything to him—she wasn’t a threat at all.
Arisa poked his cheek.
No reaction.
“…Honestly.”
He’d said it was fine to fall asleep, but actually doing so…
What a hopeless person.
Thinking that, she reached out and gently stroked his hair.
Even then, he showed no sign of waking.
“…It’s your fault, Yuzuru-san.”
Her heart beating a little faster, Arisa reached towards his chest.
Even through his thin shirt, she could clearly feel the firmness beneath.
Her fiancé was more muscular than he looked.
“…”
Slowly, she brought her nose closer to his chest.
Sniff, sniff—
A faint scent of soap.
And just a hint of sweat.
“…”
Arisa lay down beside him.
Right in front of her was his face.
For a fleeting moment, a more daring thought crossed her mind—
To play a bolder prank. To kiss him.
But she was too embarrassed to go through with it.
Instead, she grabbed onto his shirt tightly and closed her eyes.
And then—
“…?”
She suddenly felt something strange.
As if someone were gently stroking her head.
It made her feel warm inside.
She let herself sink into that sensation—
Until the touch disappeared.
A small sense of disappointment followed.
At the same time, her thoughts began to clear.
She remembered falling asleep beside Yuzuru.
And realised—
That he was the one stroking her head.
“…!”
She tried to sit up in a hurry—
But couldn’t.
Because—
Yuzuru’s fingers touched her cheek.
Softly.
She felt his fingers press into her skin.
(…If I wake up now, he’ll be surprised…)
He thought she was asleep—that was why he was doing this.
If she woke now, it would startle him.
That would be unfair.
…That was the excuse she gave herself as she stayed still, letting him continue.
After a while, his hand left her cheek.
Maybe now she could wake up—
Just as she thought that—
“—!?!?!?!?”
She nearly let out a sound.
Because suddenly—
Yuzuru touched her chest.
For a moment, she thought it was accidental.
But it wasn’t.
Gradually, deliberately—
He began touching her more clearly, more boldly.
Even through the fabric, there was no mistaking it.
The awareness alone made her mind go blank.
(Yuzuru-san… so after all…)
He was a boy.
It hit her all at once.
The person she loved—
Had desires.
Had a clear interest in her body.
Would, if given the chance, want to claim it.
Her heart pounded violently.
And as if in response, his touch grew bolder.
What began as a single finger became several—
Pressing, feeling against her chest.
Would he go further?
Would he…?
Fear, anticipation, excitement—
All tangled together as her breathing grew unsteady, her body heating up—
“Ah…”
Suddenly, her inner thigh was traced.
A shiver ran through her entire body, goosebumps rising on her skin.
A small sound escaped her.
(N-no…)
She couldn’t let him notice.
If he realised she was awake—
He’d know she’d been accepting this.
And she wanted him to see her as pure, reserved—
Not someone secretly anticipating this.
“…”
Thankfully—
Yuzuru didn’t seem to realise she was awake.
If anything, his movements grew even bolder.
His hands traced along her legs, slowly, deliberately.
(Yuzuru-san… does he like legs…?)
His touch lingered, almost teasingly.
It felt good—
And at the same time, unbearably ticklish.
Especially when he traced her inner thigh—
She nearly let out a voice again.
And then—
“…!”
Suddenly—
He grabbed her hips.
Firmly.
His hand kneaded, as if confirming their shape.
(S-so he likes… this…?)
She knew some men preferred that part of the body.
But she hadn’t imagined—
That he would feel this strongly about hers.
Gently—
He brushed the hair from her face.
And then—
Something touched her lips.
His finger.
Tracing them softly, as if memorising their shape.
It was a gentle gesture—
Yet at the same time, she could feel something else behind it.
A strong desire.
As if he were declaring—
That he would take these lips.
That he would claim them.
(N-no…)
Her heart raced wildly.
Her chest tightened.
Her breathing grew ragged.
Slowly—
She felt his breath, his lips drawing closer.
And then—
“…That’s probably not a good idea.”
He muttered.
The warmth of his breath retreated.
Arisa fainted.
