Chapter 533: The Perverted Yukinoshita Yukino
Chapter 533: The Perverted Yukinoshita Yukino
Chapter 533: The Perverted Yukinoshita Yukino
Next stop.
“Himekoji gently nudged Yukinoshita, who had drowsily fallen asleep midway.
His fingertips brushed the softness of her arm, making him pause briefly.
Then he wondered sheepishly—
Maybe just calling her awake would’ve been better?
He worried if this unagreed touch was even allowed by Yukinoshita.
Yukinoshita opened her bleary eyes, staring blankly at Himekoji for a moment. Reality and dreams blurred right there.
‘Has it started?’
She thought another wet dream had come.
So, with practiced laziness, she casually reached out.
She wrapped her arms around Himekoji’s neck, urging resignedly like throwing caution to the wind,
‘Hurry. I’m sleeping on the bus. Not much time. Wake at the stop. Better make it quick.’
‘Huh?’
Make what quick? Was she asleep or awake?
Himekoji blinked, utterly confused.
To Yukinoshita, that clueless look meant even in dreams, this pervert was shameless!
Implying…
She had to take charge?
But reconsidering, why not?
After so many times, maybe her turn had come.
Yukinoshita was secretly strong-willed, yet here she’d always been passive. Honestly, it chafed.
Now, recognizing her true feelings for Himekoji, fear and reluctance had mostly faded.
Her mindset shifted entirely.
Maybe… time to seize control?
Show that pervert who calls the shots!
Even in dreams.
Hmph, Pervert-kun, don’t think dreams let you do anything! My dream? I’ll boss you around!
Competitive spirit lit—things simplified.
Facing and crushing opponents? That was Yukinoshita’s creed.
So here, why not? No chance she’d fail.
Thus—
While Himekoji fretted if touching Yukinoshita’s arm was rude,
Yukinoshita pulled his neck, flipped smoothly, and straddled his lap.
Slender pale fingers lifted Himekoji’s chin.
‘Perhaps we should discuss who’s on top from now on.’
‘Wh-what kind of question is that?’
Himekoji felt dreamlike.
Yukinoshita rode his legs? What was wrong with the world?
No, what’s wrong with Yukinoshita!
He gulped dryly. Wind from the bus window cooled his flushed skin—but the part Yukinoshita sat on? Utterly uncalm.
Down there, Little Hime paid highest respects to Yukinoshita, trying so hard yet clumsily riling him up.
Yukinoshita relished Himekoji’s dazed look. Unprecedented ‘revenge’ and thrill—a ‘control’ she’d never felt pinned beneath him.
All within grasp…
Maybe letting him grasp something would tighten her grip on him.
Mastering others meant giving them what they craved. Nobody enjoys yielding empty-handed.
What did Himekoji crave?
His eyes told Yukinoshita.
She seized his trembling hand—aloof yet half-daring, half-challenging—and pressed it flat to her chest. Smooth as donation.
Yukinoshita proudly puffed her fortress-small chest.
Though no one knew why she felt proud.
Duang! went Himekoji’s brain…
He snapped!
Hey!!!
This was a bus! Public! Everyone watching!
Miss Yukinoshita!
Her underdeveloped breast now rested in his palm.
Like a sleeping bird, its own faint heartbeat. Sharp beak pecking his hand—hard yet melting-soft.
Hard from Yukinoshita’s plain chest, melting-soft from Himekoji’s sweating palm.
‘Speak when done. Limited time. I can’t sleep long.’
Yukinoshita’s lofty tone masked tremors, words drifting like fallen divinity.
Yet that loftiness lasted under one second—
Ding-dong! “Bus arriving. Exit orderly. Beware safety.”
Exactly then!
So Himekoji frantically squeezed Yukinoshita’s little bumps twice, blurting,
‘I’m done!’
Pausing, he shot panicked glances around, stammering,
‘Quick! Get off the bus!’
Yukinoshita blinked, puzzled.
Then saw passengers rise, heading for exits. Passing them? Sighs. Headshakes. Shame-filled side-eyes.
Four words summed their gaze: “Disgraceful. What a sight.” Mostly contempt.
Yukinoshita—raised proper—never faced such looks…
Frowning, she realized: odd.
Her wet dreams? Just her and Himekoji. These extras…
‘Huh?’
Not a dream?
That thought hit her like a hammer. Blank.
No! Dream! Must be!
The dream she refused to leave!
‘Hurry, off the bus now!’
Himekoji practically dragged zombie-eyed Yukinoshita off.
Passengers watched, shaking heads, muttering.
Ah! Youth today! No morals! So brazen…
‘Release me…’
Yukinoshita murmured lifelessly, eyes hollow. World-weary.
Himekoji ignored her.
So she squirmed wildly—swinging fists, kicking feet, pounding his chest, tugging hair. Even biting: shoulder then ear.
Himekoji understood…
Truly, fully.
His pervy days taught him this…
This level of shame? Even he once wanted to disappear. Let alone proper, reserved Yukinoshita.
So he let her vent.
Why’d Yukinoshita act like that on the bus?
No accident.
Recalling details, Himekoji had his answer.
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