109. Cute, Lovely, and Just a Tad Lewd…. Aki’s Drunkenness…! (4)

To Aki’s forceful, yet not quite forceful, demands, I slowly started to undress.

First, I unbuttoned the cuffs and front of my shirt, letting it fall. Second, I unbuckled my belt with a *click* and slid my trousers down and off. And third, as I went to peel off my remaining undergarments, a thought struck me…did I really need to go this far…? I paused mid-strip.

“…Done?”

Like that, stripped bare save for my drawers, I awkwardly knelt before Aki. Not quite kneeling, not quite standing, a precarious pose it was.

Aki, still reclining, gazed up at me…and offered a small smile. She didn’t speak, but her eyes suggested she was pleased by my exposed state.

“Mmh. But Darling, your body seems to be getting even better…?”

“Really…? …I’ve lost a little weight, I suppose.”

Eating the same, yet losing weight. The meaning of that was singular. My activity levels had increased recently.

Why my activity levels had increased…well, that needn’t be spoken. There were enough hints, no need to spell it out.

In any case, Aki gestured faintly, as if beckoning me closer. I swallowed hard, unseen by Aki, and stepped closer.

“Can I touch your thigh…?”

“Mmh. Well…sure.”

I gave a reluctant nod. Aki stretched out her right hand, lightly caressing my thigh.

The soft touch tickled, causing me to involuntarily twitch. But I didn’t relax the tension in my thigh. That was a man’s pride, after all.

“Heh. Hard…”

Aki murmured, fondling my tensed thigh. A smug grin spread across my face. Aki chuckled along with me.

“Can I touch your arm too?”

“Go ahead.”

While I was at it, I offered my arm. Like most who work out, the bicep was my pride and joy, so I flexed hard, awaiting Aki’s touch.

*Thump.* Aki gave my bicep a light squeeze. My taut bicep bulged, firm in Aki’s hand, and she gently kneaded the mass of muscle contained within her palm, letting out a small sigh of admiration.

“Wow…”

“……”

Ah. This is why I work out, you see…

It might sound perverted to say, but every time Aki marvels at my body, a catharsis washes over me. Every single time.

While I was lost in a strange sense of superiority, Aki, her breath growing slightly ragged, rubbed my arm. Starting from my forearm, moving to my bicep, tricep, and even the pectoral muscle in front, she traced the lines slowly, as if reluctant to miss a spot, kneading as she went. Her gaze grew hazy, and she glanced at my face while holding my arm.

“Impressive…”

“…What is?”

“You are…Darling…?”

Akihiko murmured, almost spellbound.

It was a thing said so sweetly, my chest flared with heat, and I stroked Akihiko’s cheek slowly.

Akihiko closed her eyes as if trying to feel my touch, letting out a soft, nasal ‘eung…’ before nuzzling her face against the back of my hand and sighing deeply.

The sight resembled a cat’s affections, and my heart throbbed anew.

“You said you were hot, are you alright?”

“Yeah. This much is…”

Akihiko sighed again, a long breath.

The languid sigh, mingled with a faint scent of alcohol, brushed against my forearm, and tickled me slightly, so I gently pulled my arm away. But Akihiko, as if not wanting to let go, embraced my arm, pressing it snugly against her chest.

“Come hither, dear husband…”

“Wouldn’t it be even hotter if you stuck to me…?”

“I don’t mind. Quick, now…!”

She raised her eyebrows, adorably, as if beckoning me near. My heart softened, and muttering to myself that there was no help for it, I cautiously sat down beside Akihiko.

“Don’t just sit, you should lie down, dear husband…?”

“……”

If I lie down, there’s no telling what might happen.

Even as I thought this, I did as she bid. No man would refuse if his girlfriend asked him to lie down beside her, after all.

When I obediently lay down next to her, Akihiko turned swiftly to face me, giving me a lovely eye-smile. It wasn’t the sort of smile a drunk girl should be capable of, and at the same time, I thought, it was this eye-smile that captivated me….

“The position’s a little uncomfortable….”

“Is it? Then…”

There was no choice but to adjust my posture slightly. I tapped Akihiko’s waist gently. A silent request to be let go for just a moment.

“Heuh. That tickles…”

Akihiko giggled quietly. It seemed she hadn’t understood my intent. I softly took Akihiko’s hand and gently unfolded it. I expected her to resist, but surprisingly, she let go without a fuss.

I shifted only the position of my arm while remaining lying down. As in, I slipped my right arm beneath Akihiko’s head, offering her an arm pillow. It might not seem like much, but Akihiko seemed pleased with my action, patting my waist as if to say I’d done well.

“Good boy, our dear husband…”

“……Am I a dog?”

“Sometimes, you’re like a big, clumsy puppy…!”

“Where on earth do you get that idea….”

“That’s how it is.” When I creased my brow slightly, Akihiko raised her right hand and stroked my cheek lightly.

“Why-y, aren’t you?”

“Of course not….”

“No, but… I think I’m right…? A puppy who loves br*easts…”

“……”

For a moment, I was speechless.

Because it was true I liked br*easts.

I mean, well. Isn’t there any man who dislikes br*easts anyway…? Unless they have some unique preference, most would like them. Maybe about 95 percent.

“Husband.”

“If you’re going to say something weird again…”

“Want to touch… my br*easts?”

“……”

Yes.

Before I knew it, the answer almost burst out.

If Aki hadn’t been drunk, I probably would have nodded and replied several times already.

“…Why br*easts, all of a sudden?”

“Hmm, a little sorry…?”

“What are you sorry about?”

“I said I wouldn’t drink, but I did. Away from Husband…. …And I broke a promise with Husband.”

Aki’s muttering voice gets quieter and quieter.

Even drunk, she was concerned about the promise she made with me, her expression even starting to become a little dejected…

“Sorry, you were upset…?”

Aki placed her hand on my abdomen and said softly.

Judging by her expression and voice, I could feel that she was very sorry towards me.

I pondered over what to say to Aki, then simply hugged her gently without a word.

Naturally, our bodies came into contact, and Aki’s body temperature, hotter than usual, was transmitted.

“Ah, Husband…?”

“…You’re apologizing for something like that.”

“Huh…?”

Aki, nestled in my arms, seems slightly fl*stered.

I hugged Aki even closer, stroking the back of her hair that reached down to her waist.

“I’m not upset, so you don’t need to apologize.”

“Ah, but still…”

“Didn’t I tell you not to…?”

“Mmm…”

Aki, nestled in my arms, clamped her mouth shut with a start.

Had I been too harsh? It occurred to me belatedly, and I whispered in a low voice,

“Just, next time…”

“…”

“Next time, if possible, come with me. …Then there won’t be any room for mistakes.”

“Ah, okay…”

Aki’s earlobe flushed a delicate pink.

Whether it was the drink or embarrassment, I couldn’t quite tell. That reddened earlobe, however, looked so endearingly cute that I instinctively reached out.

Gently stroking it, I murmured close to Aki’s ear.

“But, are you feeling a little better now?”

“Huh? Ah, yeah…”

“Really? Then…”

It seems like I can get up soon. I let go of Aki and slowly straightened up.

Just then, Aki’s eyes widened, and she grabbed my arm with a firm grasp.

“Master, where are you going…?!”

“Going home, you said you were feeling better?”

“…Going home? Just like this?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“…”

Aki snapped her mouth shut.

For some reason, her reaction seemed a touch bewildered.

“…Ah.”

Aki, who had been about to say something, stopped mid-sentence. Then, suddenly, she wrinkled her brow, and started to spoke with a rather piteous voice.

“Wait a moment. *Atashi*, I feel a little strange…”

“Huh? Why?”

“I thought I was okay… Ugh, but maybe I’m not actually feeling better…?”

“…”

I simply stared down at Aki.

Aki met my gaze head-on, defiant, before, as if pricked by some hidden guilt, she slowly averted her eyes.

“Aki, you….”

*Thwack.*

I gripped her shoulders.

“You’re sober, aren’t you.”

“…Eh?”

“Not drunk anymore?”

“…No, not really?”

“……”

Was she truly still out of it?

I touched my cheek, gently stroking it.

A little warmer than usual… But definitely less so than when I’d checked before.

“You… you’re sober, right?”

“N-nooo…. I told you, I’m not…?”

“……Are you sure?”

“Uh-huh. Positive. Still a little tipsy….”

“Then, you wouldn’t remember what you said to me earlier, would you?”

“What words…?”

“Just now, you said, from now on, you’d wake me up every morning wearing only an apron.”

“Eh…? No, when did *atashi* say such a thing….”

Aki’s enunciation sharpening.

“…….”

“…….”

“Sober now, aren’t you?”

“……Yeah.”

“Since when…?”

“A-After… after taking off my clothes…? A little while after that…?”

“…….”

“…….”

At least the apology came from her sober self, then.

I gazed at Aki, still and silent.

Gazed… and gazed…

“……Eep!”

I placed my hand on her waist, righting her until she lay perfectly flat, then mounted her, claiming dominance.

The sudden shift left Aki wide-eyed like a startled rabbit, looking up at me, and I, in turn, looked down at her, unmoving.

“Aki.”

“Y-yes…?”

“Are you going to break your promises from now on? Or not?”

“I….”

“Are you going to break your promises, or *not*?”

I stroked her waist, soft and slow.

“N-no…. Hiss…!”

Aki, about to answer, flinched, her body trembling. I slid my hand upward, stopping at the swell of her chest.

“You won’t break your promises from now on, will you?”

“Y-yes. I won’t… Aah…!”

A gentle kneading of the upper curve of her br*east drew a sweet sound from Aki.

“I…I said I wouldn’t…?!”

“Yes. But you’ve already broken them.”

“……Eh?”

“Not breaking them from now on is one thing…. But since you already have, you have to be punished for *this* one, don’t you?”

“N-no…. There was no talk of…. Ah, mmm…♡”

“……Come here.”

* * *

“……I’ll return the keycard and then leave, so will you go out ahead?”

“U-uh-huh….”

I sent Aki on her way, and approached the front desk.

The man I’d seen four hours earlier was still sitting inside, behind the counter.

“Excuse me, I’d like to return this key.”

“Room 301, yes?”

“Yes. Here it is.”

I placed the keycard on the front desk.

The man glanced over the card’s status, nodded as if to say it was fine, and I offered a perfunctory nod back before turning away.

“Take care…”

And at that moment, I saw Aki shuffling along just ahead.

Like a newborn calf, Aki’s legs were wobbly.

“…Ah, my thighs hurt so much.”

“……”

It was understandable.