“Yuzuru-san!”
Plop—Arisa tossed the ball lightly into the air.
At the same time, her chest bounced.
Losing focus, Yuzuru fumbled and dropped the ball coming his way.
“Ah—sorry, Arisa.”
Sorry, sorry.
He made a chopping gesture in apology.
Arisa, meanwhile, frowned.
“Yuzuru-san! Look at the ball, not my chest!”
“Y-yes, ma’am”
He’d been caught.
The two of them were playing with a beach ball in the sea.
The water reached just above their waists.
Too close to shore didn’t feel like the sea at all—
But going deeper would be dangerous, especially since Arisa wasn’t the strongest swimmer.
Yuzuru waded over to retrieve the ball, grinning sheepishly.
Arisa placed her hands on her hips and began scolding him.
“Honestly, at least try to take this seriously… well, that sounds a bit odd, but…”
Take ball play seriously—even she realised how strange that sounded.
“Yuzuru-san, do you enjoy looking at my chest more than playing with me?”
Play with me properly—that was what she meant.
Yuzuru scratched his cheek.
“Well… I like you more than the ball, so that’s only natural, isn’t it?”
“Wha—”
Her cheeks flushed.
Being told she was liked more made it hard for her to argue back.
“L-let me rephrase! Do you enjoy looking at my chest more than playing with me!?”
I’m not falling for that, she pressed.
Yuzuru folded his arms, thinking.
“Hmm…”
“I-it’s not something you need to think that hard about…”
She hadn’t meant it that seriously.
Now she felt a bit bad.
“I think it’s best because I can enjoy both at once.”
“This isn’t curry and rice.”
“That was a good comeback.”
Yuzuru laughed.
Arisa sighed.
“So in the end… you’re only after my body, aren’t you?”
“N-no, that’s not—”
“You don’t care about my personality. You just like my face and body, right? I knew it, I’m just—”
“Arisa!”
He grabbed her small shoulders.
She flinched.
“I like how hardworking you are, how considerate, how kind—and how a bit stubborn you can be. …Yes, your body is attractive, I won’t deny that. But that’s because it’s the body of someone I love.”
He continued—
“I don’t like you because of your body. I like your body because I like you.”
Arisa’s eyes widened—
Then—
“…Pfft.”
She laughed softly.
“…Arisa?”
“S-sorry… that was a joke. Fufu…”
“Thanks for the passionate speech,” she added with a smile.
Only then did Yuzuru realise.
He’d been played.
“Right, I take it back. Maybe I do only like your body.”
“That still means you like me, doesn’t it?”
She crossed her arms—
Naturally pushing her chest up, emphasising it.
“W-well… yes, but…”
His eyes were drawn there again.
He couldn’t help it.
Still, being toyed with like this didn’t sit well with him.
He wanted a little payback.
“And what about you, Arisa?”
“…What do you mean?”
“My body. I haven’t heard your thoughts yet.”
He placed his hands on his hips and tensed his abs slightly.
“Huh? Um… I think it’s very well built. Compared to before… it looks more… impressive.”
“Do you like it?”
“Well… if I had to choose, I do…”
She looked away, a bit embarrassed.
That reaction gave him confidence.
He took her hand and guided it to his chest.
“What do you think?”
“H-how should I put it…”
“Your impression.”
“It’s… firm.”
She pressed lightly with her fingers.
Clearly, she was intrigued by how different it was from her own softness.
“What about here?”
He guided her hand lower, to his abs.
She traced them with her slender fingers.
“Hard… amazing…”
“Right?”
“It’s completely different from mine…”
As she said that, she looked up at him.
Her face was slightly flushed.
“Can I… touch your back too?”
She spread her arms wide.
He nodded.
“Go ahead.”
They embraced face to face.
Arisa wrapped her arms around him, running her hands along his back.
“This is firm too… kind of rugged.”
“You’re soft, Arisa.”
Holding each other, they felt the contrast between their bodies.
“Arisa…”
“Yes…”
Before he realised it, Yuzuru had leaned in.
Arisa didn’t resist.
Their lips met lightly.
A soft kiss.
Normally, it would end there.
But—
“Mm… ah…”
A sweet breath escaped her lips.
He gently sucked on them.
He moved his lips as if tracing their shape.
She responded with soft breaths.
Then his tongue brushed lightly against her lips.
Her body jolted.
But he held her firmly, not letting her pull away.
At the boundary between her lips and her mouth—
His tongue slipped in and out lightly.
Each time, her body trembled.
“Mm… haah…”
He slowly pulled away.
She let out a breath that sounded both relieved—and reluctant.
“Th-this time was quite…”
She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, looking up at him.
“Passionate.”
Her expression hovered between a stare and a glare.
“Did you not like it?”
At his question—
“…I didn’t dislike it.”
She answered honestly, though still flushed with embarrassment.
