Chapter 435 – Moe Elements

“Oh! W-what are you doing!”

“I’m touching your butt.”

“What…”

Hiyori’s mouth opened slightly at the answer without even hesitation.
I guess it was absurd that I spoke honestly, contrary to the expectation that I would make excuses.
She was stunned for a moment, but when my hand passed by her buttocks and tried to enter between her crotch, she jumped up in shock.

“Let’s exercise…! Work out…!”

“What exercise?”

“Ah, why are you thinking dirty things…!”

I’m surprised you remember that right away.
I scoffed at Hiyori, who was trying to threaten me with her eyes wide open, and I saw her throw her hand up.
At this, Hiyori jumped up from her seat like a new soldier with discipline in her hands.
And then, without anyone even telling me, I started stretching on my own.

It is very rare to find someone who has developed buttocks like hers despite being thin, and Hiyori is one of those rare people.
It has a feel comparable to that of Chinami. I’ll have to touch both of them at the same time later.

With that in mind, I warmed up with Hiyori, who was moving her body in an angle as if she were doing manual gymnastics.
Afterwards, I had Hiyori exercise from the neighborhood to the beginning of the city.

“A pork cutlet sandwich stand. I want to eat.”

A voice that seems to have completely forgotten the embarrassing things that happened at home.
Our Hiyori has no worries at all in her head.
I seem to live in the world with the mindset that things will work out somehow…

As I looked at Hiyori, who was removing the hair that had stuck to her cheek due to the sweat, and even removing what had entered her lips with a squeak, I clicked her tongue.

“Do you put fatty things in your mouth right after you exercise hard?”

“I exercise to eat.”

“That’s the truth… But just be patient.”

“I can’t stand it.”

“At least think about it and then say something.”

“It smells so good that it’s very tempting.”

“Then let’s come back to wash and eat.”

“Packaging.”

“When you package it, it gets cold and doesn’t taste good?”

“Microwave.”

“The fries are getting soggy.”

“Oh, if that’s the case, just don’t eat it…!”

“Okay, don’t eat it.”

“Petulance…!”

Hiyori blew out her nose and looked up at me with a face full of defiance.
I said, thinking that it was somehow cute to see the fur fluttering in the wind when it was supposed to stay still.

“What you looking at. Are you going to hit me?”

“Is that okay?”

“Try it. “What happens?”

“Do you think you’ll get scared if I threaten you?”

“So, why don’t you try it?”

“I think you are looking after me because of the affection we have had for each other.”

“You’re fussy. And please don’t spit anywhere.”

“When do you say I spit on you?”

“You just did it.”

“That’s because hair keeps getting in my lips, so I’m trying to get it out.”

“You can just remove it with your hand. Do you really need to spray droplets?”

“What are droplets?”

“Are you stupid?”

“I admit it, but you use difficult words that only a grandfather would use.”

“I admit that too.”

“If I say it in an easy-to-understand way, will it help? “I’m not bragging about knowing a lot of words…”

“Do you want to get spanked in front of everyone?”

Her grumble raised her open palm towards Hiyori, who flinched as she changed the subject.

“When should we do our next workout?”

“Come when it’s convenient for you. “Contact…”

“Are you sure to do it?”

“Yes.”

“Are you worried that Hanazawa-senpai will suddenly come to you when you are there?”

Why are you sitting around saying such bold things?
If I was worried about that, I wouldn’t have asked him to come to my house in the first place.
Rather, I am in a welcoming position. Hiyori comes to visit when Miyuki is there.
Any situation has to happen for a relationship to develop.

“It’s about teaching basic manners.”

“I’m polite.”

“Fuck you.”

“I’m telling you not to use old-fashioned language?”

“Why is this an old way of talking?”

“Originally, the person speaking doesn’t know how old he or she is. “Just as my senior is teaching me etiquette, I will also correct my way of speaking.”

“I don’t want to use the same tone as you.”

“I don’t want to be stubborn like my senior.”

Hiyori criticizes you a lot these days.
If you look closely, it seems like that tendency appears after I pat or kiss his butt.
Do you tend to talk a lot when you have skinship?
I think about it all the time, but Hiyori doesn’t know whether she knows it or not.

“Let’s go back.”

“What about pork cutlet?”

“No.”

“Is it really not possible?”

“Uh.”

Hiyori’s shoulders slumped at those very firm words.
Even though I know it’s an act, I feel sympathy for him because he does that, so I should buy him a package on the way home.

**

Exercising with Hiyori, going to Miyuki’s house to eat,
I met Chinami, went to a net cafe, binge-watched dramas, and went on a date…

In that way, I have had some free time these past few days.
Until then, I had not contacted Lenka, and Lenka had not even left me a single text message.

Are you planning on fighting for a week or so?
With that in mind, I was about to go out for a run alone late in the evening.

Ugh-!

The cell phone I had in my pocket vibrated.
I checked the screen to see if I had contacted Miyuki, and there was a text message that made me smile.

[Trash bastard.]

From Lenka.

They’re throwing harsh insults at me, and it seems like I can see that the neglect is taking its toll.
The overbearing side still remains, but I believe it will decrease in a few days.

Should I reply or not?
Let’s mix both. I will leave my phone at home, go to the gym, take a slow shower, and then send you an answer.
With that determination in mind, I was about to put the device down on the table.

Wooooow-! Ugh-!

I burst out laughing as my hand vibrated for a long time and several times.
I don’t want to receive it, but I can’t.
I suddenly wanted to hear Lenka’s voice.

“Hello.”

-Hey.

“Yes.”

-Hey!

A voice so loud that it makes your ears tingle.
I asked as if I was absurd, having momentarily removed the phone from my ear.

“What is it?”

-What.

“No, have you been drinking?”

-I didn’t drink it.

“But why is that?”

-Die.

If you listen to the fact that his voice isn’t distorted, it seems like he hasn’t really been drinking.
Were you so sad that you cursed at me in your right mind?

I met Chinami three times in a few days, and I think she told Lenka about it.
It seems that Lenka contacted me because she was upset that I was only hanging out with Chinami, leaving her alone.

“Why don’t you say such harsh things?”

-Don’t die then.

Ah… I want to run to her Lenka’s house right now and hug her so hard.
To the point where I was thinking that, Lenka’s voice was dripping with cuteness.

Anyway, since he contacted me first according to my wish, now is the time to let him go a little.
Beyond the mobile phone, where only the sound of the wind can be heard.
I deliberately took a moment to remain silent to show signs of contemplation, and when Lenka’s breathing became a little stronger, I opened her mouth.

“What are you doing?”

-House.

“So what are you doing at home?”

-I don’t know.

“Please don’t answer half-heartedly and speak straight.”

-I looked at the book.

“Comic book?”

-Uh.

What kind of cartoon were you watching that made you suddenly act like this?
I wonder if they see some conflict that occurs in a romance comic and think that the situation is similar to their own, so they imitate the actions of the female protagonist.

“Have you eaten your meal?”

-No.

“I haven’t eaten either. Shall we meet for a moment and have dinner together?”

-Now?

“Is it too late?”

-… Not really.

“Then would you like to be in front of my house in 40 minutes?”

-Uh.

Pop.

The phone hung up as soon as it was answered.
When I saw the red message that the call was ended on the white screen, I burst out laughing and opened the closet and started to change clothes.
I’ll have to exercise later.

So, I went to Lenka’s house just in time for the appointment, and saw her leaning against the wall.
He’s wearing short shorts and a white t-shirt, and I’m not sure if it’s because of the hot weather today or if he’s trying to tempt me.

I parked the car in front of her, and when Lenka, who was hurriedly walking up, opened her passenger seat door and looked at me with her solemn expression, she raised one hand with the same expression on her face.

“Hello.”

“… Are you really here?”

“Then are you really coming here fake? “You’re saying something strange.”

“Shut up… It’s noisy.”

It’s funny how quickly you change your words without trying to swear.
I asked her, watching her out of the corner of her eye as she got into her car and placed her hand gingerly on her knee, taking her foot off the brake.

“Is there anything you want to eat?”

“Donburi.”

When I asked Lenka questions like this, she usually answered “None” Or “Anything.”
But today, he clearly chose the menu himself.
It was proof that she was letting go of her pride.

“Then shall we go into town?”

“As you please.”

“All right. “I might not be able to find it, so would you like to try searching on the Internet?”

“Uh.”

“There’s also a nearby parking lot.”

“Uh.”

“You didn’t get annoyed by me asking you to find it today?”

“When did I say that?”

“Didn’t you?”

“I didn’t.”

“Of course not.”

“Uh.”

Even if you give a short answer with a cold attitude, the cuteness is not hidden.
Is this what happens when a woman who has always been cold and rejects falls in love with a man who pursues her?
It’s very moe and moe, and it targets her tastes perfectly.

While eating, I should watch the situation a little more and decide whether to engage in simple skinship or not.
With that thought in mind, I left the neighborhood while glancing at Lenka tapping on his cell phone through the rear-view mirror.