Chapter 536: Wanna Do It?

Chapter 536: Wanna Do It?

She was already delivered to his bed, near his lips, so cute and tempting. Well… no need for boring self-control!

Plus, this was a dream!

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There was a good old saying—

Opportunity provided by the sky, take it or regret it later; time comes, welcome it or suffer the consequences!

“Akito… Mashiro…”

Himekoji swallowed hard. His body felt much more exaggerated and explosive than usual. Maybe the kidney and energy stuff from Mama Shizuka’s little bottles was kicking in now.

“What?”

“If you get this close… I’ll want to move even closer.”

“Mmm…”

Mashiro tilted her head, thinking. Soon, an idea seemed to hit her. Using Akito’s arm as a pillow, she rolled towards him. Her whole soft body squeezed right into Akito’s arms, pressing tightly against him.

Her thin back leaned against his not-so-broad chest.

“Closer to Akito now.”

“Um… Lady Mashiro…”

“Hmm?”

Mashiro turned her head, looking completely innocent, as if she understood nothing. Her clear eyes blinked. A pleasant, sweet smell drifted from her softly swaying hair. Another sense stimulated. These sensations piled up, sparking even more intense longing inside Akito, almost impossible to hold back.

“I can’t take it anymore!”

His hands wrapped around Mashiro’s slim waist. He hugged her tightly from behind.

“Akito.”

“…Hmm?”

The questioning sound squeezed out from Himekoji’s nose.

“Can’t.”

Mashiro’s slender voice carried a faint hint of shyness.

“Can’t.”

She repeated it softly.

“I’m the one who can’t hold back! I’m totally done for!”

Their relationship was settled. And they were in a dream where anything was allowed. Right now, Akito was like a beast who’d tasted blood – unstoppable!

“Not today.”

But the hand reaching for more was caught by Mashiro.

“Why?”

Using the last shreds of his reason, Akito forced the question out.

“My underwear… it’s not cute enough… So no.”

Mashiro shyly turned her gaze away.

“It is cute! Everything you wear is cute!”

“Not washed yet… So no.”

“Huh?”

“Because Akito kept hogging the bath today!”

Bringing it up, Mashiro seemed slightly annoyed, puffing her cheeks.

“Em…”

Okay, maybe that was his fault. He’d taken four baths, each one very thorough. But—

“Isn’t that even better? The natural scent is best!”

Akito felt absolutely nothing could stop him now. Nothing!

This state people called “thinking only with the lower body”? That’s where he was right now.

His intense enthusiasm even earned Mashiro’s praise—

“Akito is really trying hard.”

Probably praise…

“So… can we?”

Reaching this point, Akito even whined shamelessly. Guys do anything when they get desperate.

Mashiro turned in his arms to face him. Her pretty face flushed red, yet held a touch of confusion. She looked at him and asked:

“Do you really wanna do it that badly?”

“Yeah! I do!”

“Do you just wanna do it?”

“Yeah… eh—” Akito almost blurted out the instinctive answer, but jolted alert, sensing a trap. He corrected urgently, “N-No! Impossible! I! I wanna do it because I like Mashiro! It’s definitely not just… just wanting that!”

Flustered, he struggled to explain, desperately trying to save face. He felt ridiculous.

Something about this dream seemed a little off…

It wasn’t like this with Yukinoshita…

The thought flashed through his mind. But he saw Mashiro’s eyes, seeming a little suspicious and cold in the dim light.

Panicking, he threw more fuel on the fire, rushing to fix things—

“I… I like Mashiro most!”

And Yukinoshita most too… The thought suddenly made him feel a bit shameless.

But forget it! No turning back! He could only believe what the System said: love doesn’t measure higher or lower.

Akito wouldn’t regret what he’d done or was doing. He regretted only what he could have done but didn’t.

If, on their first date, he’d held Mashiro’s hand without worry… If he’d been more open about compliments… If…

He regretted not doing those things back then. He regretted making Mashiro sad. So he absolutely, positively didn’t want to repeat those mistakes again.

“My body?”

“Everything! Everything! I like everything about Mashiro! I like Mashiro’s everything the most!”

“Really?”

Doubting him.

“Really!”

Without hesitation.

“…”

Mashiro stayed silent. Her expression seemed to be waiting for something. Her hands gently rested on Akito’s chest, feeling his heartbeat. Her eyes lifted, looking straight into his. Probably… she wanted to hear it again?

“I really, really like Mashiro most!”

He poured himself into it perfectly, with completely genuine feelings.

At that moment, Himekoji wouldn’t hesitate to bare his heart to Mashiro, holding nothing back—zero pretence.

Although… that “my favourite” might’ve been divided into several portions…

“…Mhm.”

Mashiro smiled—a smile tinged with shyness, sweetness, and happiness.

“Akito, let go.”

“…Still not okay?”

A hint of disappointment touched his voice, yet Himekoji absolutely would never force Mashiro—not even in a dream. So he listened, releasing his hold.

“I… I’ll go bathe.”

Just when Himekoji had resigned himself to giving up, Mashiro’s voice, thick with stifled embarrassment, brushed his ear.

“Huh?!”

Himekoji watched as Mashiro rolled off the bed, scurrying out of the room on quick feet.

Slowly, he understood what she meant.

“…Heh… hehehe…”

Suddenly, he began grinning foolishly all by himself.

It felt like a dream…

No, this was a dream!

Eh?

Wait… was this really a dream?!

Himekoji abruptly sensed something amiss.

If this were a dream, Mashiro should also believe it was a dream, right? So why would she care about bathing?

Even if she was clean-freak, that didn’t make sense! Because it’s a dream!

When you’re having a wet dream, would you ever think—

“Wait, let me shower first?”

That’s just too fussy! Unrealistic! Completely unrealistic!

Plus, if it were a dream… it should be Yukinoshita, right?

No way, after so many nights featuring Yukinoshita so faithfully, it changed abruptly to someone else today, without any notice.

Okay, let’s try another angle—

Suppose this wasn’t a dream but reality. Could all this actually happen?

Seems like it actually could!

In reality, Mashiro sneaking silently into his bed without a word… hadn’t that happened before? There were plenty of precedents!

Once Himekoji started thinking this way, he couldn’t stop, growing more suspicious the longer he pondered.

In the end, he decided to confirm it himself.

To determine whether he was dreaming right now, or whether he hadn’t actually fallen asleep earlier…

He got out of bed, and left the room.

No sooner had he stepped outside than he heard a faint “pitter-patter” sound coming from the Bathroom. Thinking Mashiro was bathing inside, and imagining her fresh out and sweet-smelling for… well… He felt an involuntary jolt inside.

Himekoji took a deep breath, calming himself before moving again, walking up to Mashiro’s room door.

If this were a dream, Mashiro should be sound asleep, snug in her own bed.

Click—

He turned the doorknob, pushed the door open.

Mashiro’s room was empty!

Could this… not be a dream?!

Wait, no—what if this was the room of the dream-version Mashiro? That seemed possible too!

Aw crap, so was this a freaking dream or not?!

Himekoji clutched his head, so tangled in confusion he nearly went insane.

Dream? Not a dream?

Not a dream? Dream?

Finally, his Imouto dragged him out of his torment—

“Onii-san, why are you standing at Mashiro’s door in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?”

Himekoji: “…”

Damn. It wasn’t a dream!

In a wet dream… there are no third parties.

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