C83 Iori Shigure’s Small Offensive
‘Shigure, it seems, shared her own extremely sensitive constitution.’
‘Shion swallowed, a thought forming in her mind.’
‘Shion herself was just like that; a mere touch from Rie would send an itchy sensation coursing through her body, her voice involuntarily twisting into strange inflections, utterly incapable of forming a single word.’
‘In this particular aspect, they truly seemed to be… quite alike.’
‘As Shion’s hands glided over Shigure’s smooth back, she watched the tiny ripples of foam blossom across her skin.’
‘Before her, Shigure’s adorable golden mushroom-cut hair trembled slightly with each movement, the golden strands swaying and dancing with every subtle shift of her body.’
‘Good heavens, how could simply massaging Shigure feel this incredibly exhilarating!’
‘An inexplicable, profound sense of pleasure, transcending both body and mind, swelled within Shion.’
‘She had never realized that massaging a cute girl could be so utterly delightful, which now explained why Rie, despite her terrible technique, always insisted on giving her massages.’
“Iori-san? Does that tickle?” Shion asked, her fingers still stroking Shigure’s back.
‘Shigure, who had been covering her mouth, finally lowered her hand.’
‘She likely intended to say that it didn’t tickle, but what escaped her lips instead was a soft, delicate gasp.’
‘Upon hearing Shigure’s gasp, Shion nearly choked.’
‘She quickly bit her lip, desperately suppressing any sound of surprise.’
‘Meanwhile, Shigure’s face was already flushed crimson.’
‘Whether it was due to the water being too hot or something else entirely, as soon as she realized how embarrassing her recent sound had been, she promptly covered her mouth again, daring not to utter another peep.’
‘Could even little angel Shigure make such sounds?’
‘Shion cleared her throat softly, steadying her breath.’
‘For some reason, a mischievous impulse, a desire to play a small prank, began to stir within Shion.’
‘Though it felt a little wicked, it seemed… this was an exceptionally perfect opportunity.’
‘Shion’s left hand, a touch impudent, drifted slightly lower, finding Shigure’s waist.’
‘It was a remarkably soft and delicate waist, unlike Shigure’s hands, which had developed slight calluses from constantly cleaning and caring for her grandmother.’
‘Shion’s left index finger applied a gentle pressure, playfully poking her as if to tickle her.’
“Ah~”
‘The girl in front of her trembled, her hands loosening slightly, and a sweet, adorable sound instantly spilled from her lips.’
‘Following Shigure’s tremor, Shion’s left hand slid further down, resting on the outer side of Shigure’s thigh.’
‘She gently caressed the golden-haired girl’s smooth, delicate skin, simultaneously feeling the shy quivers that ran through her body and the growing warmth emanating from her skin.’
‘To better coordinate her hand movements, Shion shifted slightly forward, allowing her shoulder to brush against Shigure’s with just a slight lean.’
‘The warmth radiating from the golden-haired girl’s body was now tantalizingly within Shion’s reach.’
“Shion-san…” Shigure’s voice was as faint as a whisper of rain.
“Mm!” Shion quickly responded, withdrawing her left hand.
‘Her initial impulse had merely been a fleeting, naughty thought, a desire to play a small prank.’
‘However, Shigure’s soft call instantly pulled Shion back from her wicked musings.’
“W-what is it?” Shion asked, quickly steadying her breath.
‘Shigure turned her head to look at Shion, and for some reason, her lips parted slightly, a translucent thread of saliva trailing from her mouth, as if… she had just emerged from a passionate kiss.’
‘Her eyes were now brimming with desire, and she was panting heavily.’
“C-can I hug you?” Shigure turned sideways, her arms crossed over her chest, the pristine white bath towel already stained with what looked like watermarks.
“Eh, eh?! H-here?” Shion instinctively wanted to step back, but she was currently seated in the bathtub.
‘The tub was already a bit cramped for two people, and she had ceded most of the space to Shigure, so now, retreating was impossible!’
“It’s all your fault, Shion-san; your massage felt so good~” Shigure turned to face Shion, leaning slightly forward.
‘A smile, utterly unlike her usual demeanor, played on her lips.’
‘It was akin to… a cornered tiger realizing that its pursuer was merely a small rabbit, and now…’
‘It was time to strike back.’
“Iori-san! H-how about we put our clothes on first, then we can talk properly!” Shion quickly grabbed a bath towel, hoping to erect a protective wall between herself and Shigure.
‘Yet, a single thin bath towel felt woefully inadequate against Shigure.’
‘With a casual wave of her hand, Shigure easily pushed down the flimsy white wall Shion had attempted to construct.’
‘It was utterly useless!’
‘Shion was now thoroughly cornered in the bathtub, her long white hair pressed against the wall.’
‘The cool sensation of the wall against her back momentarily calmed her entire body, but Shigure in front of her continued to advance relentlessly.’
‘So… so terrifying!’
‘Shigure’s hand was already resting on Shion’s shoulder, her grip rather firm.’
‘Facing Shigure, Shion almost imagined seeing pink heart bubbles emerging from Shigure’s golden pupils, for some inexplicable reason…’
“You were the one who started being naughty, Shion-san!”
“So, isn’t it alright for me to exact a small revenge?” Shigure’s face was now almost touching hers.
‘Shion could even feel the warm breath emanating from Shigure’s mouth, still carrying a faint, milky scent.’
“I’m so sorry! I won’t dare to do it again, I-I’ll prostrate myself right now…”
“I’m not blaming you, Shion-san,” Shigure murmured.
“It’s just that, well, I think we should do something that makes both of us happy, don’t you think…?”
‘Just as Shigure was about to fully embrace her, Shion’s phone, resting on the edge of the bathtub, suddenly rang.’
‘The melodious ringtone, at that very moment, became Shion’s last straw of salvation!’
‘She swiftly slipped out of Shigure’s embrace and grabbed her phone.’
‘Shion knew instantly who would be calling her at this hour.’
“Hello, Ayane?” Shion spoke into the phone, her voice still tinged with nervousness.
‘Beside her, Shigure, as if doused with cold water, withdrew her hands and sank her body into the bathwater.’
‘Though a hint of disappointment flickered in her eyes, she continued to stare intently at Shion.’
“Idiot sister, do you know what time it is?!” Ayane’s voice, typically laced with a touch of petulance but now clearly impatient, came through the phone.
“When are you coming home?”
“Isn’t it only a little past three-thirty in the afternoon…?”
“I’m hungry. The bento you left for lunch wasn’t enough.”
‘Shion glanced at Shigure, whose eyes, moments ago sparkling with pink heart bubbles, now seemed to dim.’
‘The entire atmosphere had been instantly shattered by the phone call.’
‘At this precise moment, Shion could even use the excuse of needing to go home and cook for her sister, providing a perfect reason to escape.’
“Um… Ayane, if you’re hungry, why don’t you go to the convenience store at the foot of the mountain and buy some snacks?”
“I can just transfer the money to you, okay?”
“Eh? Since when did you become so generous, big sister?” Ayane asked, a hint of disbelief in her voice.
“Because… I still have tutoring at Iori-san’s house today!”