Chapter 408 – Wet Pants

Although Hiyori had changed into my shorts, I was still wearing a thong tank top.
So, I handed Hiyori the large cardigan I mentioned earlier, and she obediently put it on, muttering that it was her fault.

As I got into the car, I looked at Hiyori and pretended to zip up my chest.

“Conservative.”

Then Hiyori giggled and buttoned her cardigan.
Although the size was large, the upper chest line was visible, but I thought it was much better than before, so I said indifferently.

“You are too open-minded.”

“What’s wrong with being open?”

“I said it was too much. “It’s too much.”

“Isn’t too much of a good thing?”

“What’s good about that?”

“It’s good for a senior.”

Since I don’t touch him again, he acts aggressively.
If you even touch her silence followed, which doesn’t even have a panty strap on, you’re sure to flinch.
After laughing at Hiyori’s cute sounds, I started the car and headed out into the city.

“Where should we start? Salon?”

Hiyori’s question after getting off at the public parking lot.
I silently shook my head and answered.

“OK.”

“Is there a place you usually go to?”

“No. “There is nothing in particular.”

“Then let’s go to the hair salon I know. “It’s close from here.”

“Okay.”

Hiyori smiled at her cheerful acceptance and frowned as she looked at her attire.

Shorts with lots of pockets… Like something sold at a flea market,
And a beige overfit cardigan.
Because of the color and size, it felt like a mismatch, so it seemed like he didn’t like it very much.

“Fashion is so bad.”

Hiyori spoke with her mouth pouting.
There is a significant hint of disapproval in the voice.
I lightly tapped her on the back.

“Are you okay.”

“Why?”

“No one is looking at you.”

“That can’t be possible?”

After finishing speaking, Hiyori placed both hands on her chin without even slowing down her steps.
It was an action that seemed to praise her own beauty, as if she was blooming.
She knows very well that she is pretty, so it’s okay.

Tuk.

Hiyori’s self-esteem was so high that I slapped her stupid hair with a snap of her wrist, and I looked at her standing tall in her place, covering the top of her head.

She makes a whining expression, and what she does looks very pretty in proportion to her face.
Today, my refreshing side stands out more than usual, and it feels like the gentle spring breeze is getting stronger in my heart.

With all this happening, I wonder if I should go to a love hotel today.
While resisting that temptation, I happened to notice a hair shop located in the middle of a commercial building and pointed to it.

“Are you there?”

“No. “I have to go about two more blocks.”

“It looks okay there too.”

“That may be true, but you have to go to the same place you go to the beauty salon.”

“Because of the designer?”

“Yes. “The teacher there knows my taste very well.”

“You don’t know my tastes.”

“We can find out in the future.”

Instilling taste?
Mmmm. It is a word that stimulates the lower abdomen.
As expected, Hiyori knows very well how to piss people off.

“See it over there?”

As we walked down the street while chatting, we saw the beauty salon Hiyori had mentioned on the second floor of a stylish building.

“It’s a pretty big place. “If you don’t have a reservation, don’t you have to wait?”

“It’s an odd time right now, so I’m sure it’ll be okay? If there are a lot of people, you may have to wait a bit. Are you going to cut off all your bangs?”

“Uh.”

“Then I will tell the designer. “I have a haircut I want to try.”

It’s ridiculous how people talk about my hair as if it were their own.
Still, I’m curious about Hiyori’s thoughts, so for now I’ll just have to follow her wishes.

“Sure.”

As soon as she went up to the beauty salon, Hiyori was welcomed by the designer.

“Are you here, Asahina?”

They say you can tell if you’re a regular by the last name, but seeing the happy expressions on the employees’ faces makes me feel like they’re on good terms.
Hiyori is someone everyone can like.

“Hello.”

Hiyori greeted me in a rather high tone as if she was in a better mood today and looked around her salon.
She said as she noticed that there were only a few guests inside the large space.

“Can I cut it right away?”

“Sure. This is possible because the reservation is scheduled for 1 hour later. Hello.”

The designer who was talking to Hiyori suddenly smiled brightly at me.
I don’t know if it’s a business smile or if it comes from the heart, but it’s very professional.

“Are you both going to get cuts?”

Hiyori answered yes to the designer’s next question and took a seat with me following her instructions.

As I was looking at my reflection in the large mirror in front of me, I tried to make a simple request as a cut cloth was wrapped around my neck.
However, when Hiyori, who was sitting next to her, quickly spoke first, she shut her mouth.

They will ask you to cut it properly.
Thinking briefly and making a promise, I took out my cell phone while the two people continued their discussion.

The sun is high in the sky, but there is still no call from Miyuki.
Since it was the first day of vacation, he said he was going to sleep well, but it looks like he’s really still asleep.

I can’t help but laugh as I imagine her sleeping soundly with one leg out.
It was really hot yesterday. Do you think it was okay?
There is no air conditioning in her house… I’m worried.

“Senior, it’s better to raise her than to throw her away.”

As I was thinking about this and that, Hiyori, who had just finished talking with the designer, spoke to me.
I shook her head slowly, and when the designer was about to start cutting in earnest, I left a message for Miyuki and put my phone inside her cut.

**

“How is the water temperature?”

Warm water pours over your scalp, and the staff’s hands massage your entire head, making you feel tired.
The soft voice in my ear is really annoying, and I’m seriously thinking about having Lenka play a situation like this in the future.

“Are you okay.”

Even after her hair was washed and dried, Hiyori’s cut wasn’t finished.
They say there are a lot of things to pay attention to when it comes to a woman’s hair, but Hiyori’s is especially so.
After paying for both of us in advance without her knowing, I sat down on the sofa in the back and checked my phone again.

[Sorry. I woke up now.]

Miyuki’s message arrived two minutes ago.
At this rate, I’d still be lounging around in bed.
I crossed one leg and tapped the screen to send a reply.

[What is there to be sorry about? Have you slept until now?]

[Huh.]

[What’s going on?]

[Because it was the first day of vacation, I overslept a bit. I was tired yesterday too. Matsuda-kun, when did you wake up?]

[About an hour ago.]

[What. You slept for a long time.]

[Not as much as you.]

[What time did you fall asleep yesterday?]

[Well? Around midnight?]

[I went to bed at 2 am.]

[So you won?]

[Huh.]

It’s a childish joke, but I like it because it’s refreshing.
Since her school trip, this side of Miyuki has been slowly coming to the fore. Is it Hiyori’s influence?
Probably so.

[Good job.]

[Yes?]

[Okay. What are you doing today?]

[I have to go to my grandmother’s house starting today.]

[There was no such thing.]

[It was suddenly decided that way yesterday.]

Leaving your lover behind?
This is a typical NTR cliché if you just change the gender…
While Miyuki was down in her country, I was being trained by Hiyori for making a mess…
Miyuki, who came back, was embarrassed when she saw that I had tanned and dyed my hair… That scene inadvertently comes to mind.

This doesn’t really suck.
There may be a surprising demand for women’s scents, but Dokiaka is a masculine scent, so think accordingly.

[How long will you stay here?]

[You can just sleep for one day. Matsuda-kun, let’s go together.]

[Me too?]

[Huh. Is it burdensome?]

[It’s not a burden, but I think my grandmother and other people might feel uncomfortable if I go there.]

[No. Both her grandmother and her grandfather wanted to see Matsuda.]

You even told my story to my grandparents?
No, that’s natural, but the fact that you mentioned it to the point where you were curious about me is unexpected.

Since these are Miyuki’s words, they are probably not empty words.
If this is the case, I really need to go find it, but Miyuki has spread spider webs here and there without me knowing.

[It’s a bit awkward to leave tomorrow, but let’s meet quietly next time.]

[Two of us?]

[Uh.]

[Okay. I’m going to go take a shower?]

[OK.]

Miyuki ended her conversation with me by sending her a white rabbit emoji holding a heart.
I saw a smile on her face as I imagined her in her pajamas, languidly walking to the bathroom, and when Hiyori’s seat was empty, she tilted her head.

I was looking around, wondering if I had gone to wash my hair.

“What are you doing?”

He was startled when Hiyori poked her head in from behind the sofa.

“Surprise… Are you done?”

“Now let it dry and it’s over. “What did you do?”

Even though I’m not good at multitasking, isn’t that too sneaky?
He’s not some kind of thief… I think he came here with the intention of spying on what I’m doing.

“I chatted with Miyuki.”

“Why don’t you do it with me?”

“You are here. “Don’t force yourself.”

“I don’t like it.”

“Where?”

“Everything.”

Hiyori grumbled and took her seat again following the designer’s guidance.
Her eyes staring at me through the mirror.
It’s kind of fun because it seems like they’re trying to monitor what I’m doing.

Hiyori finished her setting while just looking at me.
Has the front and sides of her hair been shaved off a bit and the length of the back of her hair shortened a bit?
It wasn’t noticeable at first, perhaps because her hair was so long, but I could tell that it was neater.

“Did you pay in advance?”

Hiyori’s question after returning from talking with the designer at the checkout counter.
I answered as she nodded her head solemnly.

“Uh.”

“When?”

“After I finish.”

“Then I will buy the food.”

“Like that.”

“How’s your hair?”

“You? Or me?”

“Me.”

“It’s neater.”

“Senior too. But they ask me to apply wax. “I think it would be better if you raised your head higher.”

“It’s windy today. “It’ll take off on its own, right?”

“Are you bothering me? “Why do they say it’s a bother to even breathe?”

“Don’t overdo it.”

After arguing with Hiyori, I left the beauty salon and got into the elevator, when I noticed that her pants were slightly lowered from her silence followed.
Although her straps were tight, they were so large that they seemed to slip down a bit when she sat down.

“Your pants are down.”

“What can I do?”

She giggles when I point out her point.
Ever since she said she was in contact with Miyuki, she’s been jealous, which is extremely annoying.

I giggled to myself and sneaked up to Hiyori, who was facing the door with her back to me. I placed my hand on her silence followed and grabbed the waist of her pants.
And before she could say anything, he pulled her pants up to her waist.

Hiyori was surprised, probably because she had gotten used to my skinship, but she didn’t flinch as much as she did at home earlier.
However, at my next words, she flinched loudly and showed signs of embarrassment.

“I feel like something is missing.”

“W-what is it?”

His expression is honest, like a thief with a numb foot.
As expected, no panties were correct. What will happen if you excite Hiyori here?
Since they are khaki pants and not black pants, they will stand out…
I don’t want to show it to others, so I’ll have to check it in the car.