Capítulo 540: [540] Mafuyu's Lap Pillow Service
Chapter 540: Mafuyu's Lap Pillow Service
After dinner, Hachiman followed Mafuyu to her apartment.
Opening the door to her place, Mafuyu spoke shyly, "P-please, come in."
"Thank you for having me." Hachiman nodded and stepped inside.
Looking around, he noticed that although the room wasn't exactly tidy, it was at least much better than the first time he'd visited.
After all, he'd taught Mafuyu a few cleaning basics, so she'd learned to manage some simple organization.
For example, she had at least stacked her old textbooks neatly in a corner…
Just as Hachiman thought this, he heard a loud crash as the pile of textbooks toppled over.
Um… Seriously? Putting the smallest books at the bottom was bound to fail.
"Oh no! I'll clean it up right away!"
Mafuyu hurried over, fumbling as she tried to reorganize the books.
But, unfortunately, she forgot her tendency to be hopeless at household chores. The more she tried, the more the textbooks scattered across the floor.
In the end, the once vaguely organized pile of books lay scattered everywhere, while Mafuyu sat among them with a defeated look.
"Why… why is this happening…"
Seeing her in this state, Hachiman sighed.
"Let me handle it."
"Mm-hmm," Mafuyu nodded obediently.
.....
With the skill of a seasoned pro, Hachiman quickly organized the scattered textbooks, tying them securely with a strap to prevent them from toppling again.
"That should do it. Just put them in a corner," he said, dusting off his hands.
Mafuyu nodded enthusiastically. "Mm-hmm, you're amazing, Hachiman-kun!"
Amazing? This is just basic…
He smirked slightly but kept working, moving on to clean other parts of the room.
He found empty milk cartons on the table, an unmade bed, and… a piece of black fabric by the bed.
Uh…
"Ah! Give that back!" Mafuyu's face turned bright red as she snatched the fabric from him.
"Hachiman-kun, you… you pervert! Inappropriate!"
Ignoring her flustered accusations, Hachiman continued tidying up.
Mafuyu had offered to help seeing how hard he was working, but Hachiman firmly refused.
With your level of cleaning skills, you'd just slow me down. It's faster if I do it alone.
Still, he couldn't completely talk her out of it, so he reluctantly let her help with some simpler tasks, like wiping the table and mopping the floor.
Soon enough, without any mishaps, Hachiman finished organizing the room.
Mafuyu also cleaned the last patch of floor.
Looking around the now clean and tidy room, Mafuyu felt a wave of satisfaction.
Setting down the mop, she let out a sigh of relief and smiled at Hachiman.
"You worked so hard, Hachiman-kun. I'll make some tea for you."
With that, she grabbed the mop and headed to the bathroom.
A moment later, Mafuyu returned with two cups of green tea, setting one down across from him at the low table.
"Please, enjoy."
"Thank you."
Hachiman took the cup with a nod, and Mafuyu glanced around, beaming at the orderly room.
"Thank you so much, Hachiman-kun."
"Don't mention it; it was no trouble," he replied, sipping his tea.
"It might seem easy to you, but it's hard for me," she admitted, rubbing the tea cup shyly. "I've never been good at organizing since I was young. The more I try, the messier it gets..."
"Well, a clumsy girl—that's kind of a cute quality," Hachiman shrugged. "Honestly, I think you're more endearing this way than as the stern, efficient Sensei everyone sees at school."
Hearing his words, a blush spread across Mafuyu's cheeks as she stammered a response.
"C-cute? That's… inappropriate… I-I'm your teacher!"
Unfortunately for Mafuyu, her words held no power over Hachiman.
"So what if you're a teacher? Who said teachers can't be cute?"
It's true—who ever decided that teachers can't be cute?
The perfect example would be Shizuka Hiratsuka, his other teacher, who even earned the affectionate nickname "Shizuka-cute" from her many fans online.
Upon hearing Hachiman's words, Mafuyu thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a rebuttal, ultimately letting out a small whimper.
"Ugh... don't bully your teacher!"
However, despite what she said, she wasn't actually angry; in fact, she felt a bit happy.
As for Hachiman, seeing her look so pitiful made him chuckle.
In an attempt to hide her embarrassment, Mafuyu picked up her tea and tried to shield her face with the cup.
But soon, she seemed to remember something and set the cup down.
"By the way, is there anything I can do to help you, Hachiman-kun? You've been helping me so much, and I feel a bit guilty about it."
Hachiman smiled and shook his head.
"It's okay; these are just small favors."
Mafuyu, however, disagreed.
"Even if they're just small favors, as the saying goes, little things accumulate into something significant."
"Even if it's just a small gesture, I want to repay you for your kindness, Hachiman-kun."
Upon hearing this, Hachiman raised an eyebrow.
"Are you really that determined, Mafuyu-sensei?"
"Of course!" Mafuyu nodded repeatedly.
"Well then…"
At this point, Hachiman let out a helpless sigh and said half-jokingly, "How about a lap pillow from you?"
"A lap… pillow?"
Mafuyu's face turned slightly red at those words.
"Yes, a lap pillow." Hachiman nodded.
He had intentionally chosen something that would put Mafuyu in a difficult position, as he genuinely considered tidying up the room to be a simple task.
After all, he didn't come over every day to clean. If that were the case, it wouldn't be unreasonable to accept some form of payment.
But with the way things were now—coming by only once every ten days or so—there was really no need for any compensation.
Just when Hachiman was confident that Mafuyu would give up, she unexpectedly agreed.
"Okay, I'll give you a lap pillow."
?
Wait, did she really just agree?
Could it be that his favorability rating with Mafuyu wasn't that low after all?
As Hachiman silently mused over this, Mafuyu stood up from her seat and moved to sit beside him, her face flushed as she patted her thigh and said, "Come... come on."
Hachiman-kun has helped me so much; it's just a lap pillow, after all—what's the big deal?
Under the soft light, Mafuyu sat up straight, like a student waiting for a teacher's question.
Hachiman glanced down at her legs, which were tightly together in black skinny jeans, outlining an alluring curve.
"Am I really going to rest my head there?" Hachiman asked uncertainly.
"Please... hurry up," she replied.
Mafuyu tried to keep a stern face, but the blush on her cheeks deepened instead.
Seeing this, Hachiman couldn't help but say, "Well, here I go."
Upon hearing this, Mafuyu raised an eyebrow, wanting to say something.
However, before she could speak, Hachiman had already laid his head on her lap.
"Ah…"
Feeling the sudden weight on her legs, Mafuyu let out a small gasp.
As for Hachiman, he lay back comfortably, enjoying Mafuyu's lap pillow service without a hint of guilt. After all, she had agreed to this, and he hadn't forced her in any way.
Sinking into the soft sensation behind his head, Hachiman closed his eyes in contentment.
Moreover, because he was only separated by a layer of denim, he could clearly feel the warmth radiating from Mafuyu's legs.
Unable to resist, he rubbed his head against her thigh.
Mafuyu, feeling the unusual sensation on her legs, blushed and said, "D-Don't move around; it'll tickle."
At her words, Hachiman indeed stopped moving, simply lying there and relishing the comfort.
It seemed that girls often had pleasant fragrances about them.
For example, Saeko had a charming musk scent that was intoxicating, like alluring poppies that drew one in effortlessly.
Then there was Kotonoha, who had a subtle milky fragrance.
And Utaha carried a faint scent of roses…
As for Mafuyu, she had a fresh, elegant fragrance reminiscent of orchids.
Breathing in that delightful scent, Hachiman felt entirely relaxed.
Meanwhile, Mafuyu also let out a sigh of relief.
Initially, she had felt a bit tense before Hachiman rested his head, but now that he had, she felt reassured.
Looking down, she noticed that Hachiman had closed his eyes, a smile on his lips, looking quite content.
Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, Mafuyu lifted a hand and gently stroked Hachiman's head, humming an unknown tune as if trying to lull him to sleep.
After a while, Hachiman opened his eyes to find himself staring into Mafuyu's watery gaze.
Their eyes met, reflecting each other's presence, and both felt a flutter of emotions in their hearts.
As his gaze drifted down to Mafuyu's luscious lips, Hachiman felt an overwhelming impulse to kiss her.
To kiss or not to kiss?
That was the choice!
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Capítulo 541: [541] Don't Worry, I've Got It All Covered
Chapter 541: Don't Worry, I've Got It All Covered
Looking at those tempting, luscious lips, Hachiman felt an irresistible urge to kiss her.
In fact, he had kissed before.
Back when he took the drunken Mafuyu back to her room after a day at the beach, he had succumbed to the impulse and kissed her.
It was also during that time that Hachiman discovered Mafuyu's tendency to get drunk easily and her adorable trait of randomly complimenting others when she was intoxicated.
Now, he was curious about what it would be like to kiss a sober Mafuyu.
However, girls are usually sensitive in this regard, and it seemed that Hachiman's intense gaze was making her even more flustered.
Mafuyu quickly realized what he seemed to be intending and felt a wave of panic.
Could it be... that Hachiman wants to kiss me?
No... that can't be! It's not allowed between us.
But then...
What are these feelings of anticipation and happiness?
As she became aware of the emotions that shouldn't have surfaced, Mafuyu found herself in a state of confusion.
As for Hachiman, he wasn't overthinking things; if he wanted to do it, then he would.
He had already moved on to Shizuka, so what did one more matter?
Besides, given that Mafuyu was willing to let him have her head on his lap, his perceived affection in her eyes couldn't be too low.
One must have self-awareness.
I, Hikigaya Hachiman, am a bit of a pervert.
He raised a hand and gently caressed Mafuyu's cheek.
This made her body tremble slightly, and she averted her gaze, too shy to meet Hachiman's eyes, yet she didn't voice any objections.
Seeing that she didn't refuse, Hachiman leaned in closer, slowly propping himself up toward her lips.
The movement was gradual; if Mafuyu wanted to stop him at all, she could easily push him away.
But she didn't do that, as if she had been frozen in place.
The distance between them was minimal, and soon their warm lips pressed together.
So hot... So soft...
Is this what kissing feels like?
Mafuyu, having no prior experience, felt a flicker of confusion in her eyes.
In contrast, Hachiman was far more experienced.
He parted her lips with his tongue, beginning to invade her private space.
Wait... h-his tongue is actually coming in!
Realizing what Hachiman was doing, Mafuyu's eyes widened slightly.
But alas, it was too late for her to resist.
Under Hachiman's expert kissing technique, Mafuyu could only gradually succumb to the sensation, but just before losing consciousness, a thought flashed through her mind.
So... so skilled.
...
After some time, their lips parted, and a long-suppressed gasp finally escaped from Mafuyu's lips.
"Hah... Hah... Hachiman... I... we…"
Though she was struggling to catch her breath and calm her racing heart, Mafuyu found herself at a loss for words.
It shouldn't have happened, yet they had done such a thing.
It's all my fault; it's my responsibility. Hachiman is just a high school student, and it's completely normal for boys his age to have such impulses.
This all came about because I didn't stop it in time.
I... really shouldn't be a teacher.
As Mafuyu's thoughts darkened, she heard Hachiman's voice.
"Don't worry."
Looking over, she saw that Hachiman had sat up at some point, his expression gentle.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."
Hearing this, Mafuyu felt a genuine sense of relief wash over her, and she nodded inadvertently.
"Mm."
Seeing this, Hachiman sighed in relief; it seemed like there might really be a chance with Mafuyu. With that thought, he decided to strengthen their bond further.
"Mafuyu-sensei…"
But as soon as he opened his mouth, Mafuyu pouted and protested, "Don't call me that! It feels so embarrassing."
After everything that just happened, calling her 'teacher' feels odd.
Is it appropriate to treat a teacher this way?
Hachiman couldn't help but smirk at her response.
What a peculiar sense of embarrassment, he thought, but he didn't argue. Instead, he replied tentatively, "Then... how about just Mafuyu?"
Upon hearing this, a faint blush appeared on Mafuyu's face, but she still nodded.
"That's fine, just call me that in private, but in school, you have to revert back."
After all, their public relationship was still that of teacher and student. If they were too close in school, it would easily raise suspicions, and that would lead to serious trouble.
"No problem, that's what I was planning too," Hachiman nodded in agreement.
"But don't worry, I'll be graduating in just one more year, and then it won't matter."
"In school, you're the respectable Kirisu-sensei, but in private, you're my adorable Mafuyu-chan."
"Mafuyu-chan? A-Adorable? That's just too embarrassing!"
A blush crept across Mafuyu's face at Hachiman's words.
She in her twenties, and being called adorable was just too embarrassing.
"In my eyes, Mafuyu, you're already very cute," Hachiman teased lightly.
"You're all cool and collected at school, but at home, you can be a bit silly."
"Ugh... I'm not silly!"
Mafuyu puffed out her cheeks in protest at Hachiman's comment about her being silly.
"It's just that there are some things I'm not very good at."
"Oh really? But it seems like there are quite a few things you're not good at," Hachiman continued to tease.
"Not good at cleaning your room, not good at cooking, not good at drinking..."
Hearing her shortcomings listed one by one by Hachiman, Mafuyu's face turned warm with embarrassment, and she lowered her head, looking like she wanted to find a hole to hide in.
At that moment, Hachiman changed his tone. "But it's okay; none of that matters."
"Eh?"
Mafuyu looked up in surprise.
Hachiman's voice softened as he continued, "Not good at cleaning your room? No problem, I can help with that."
"Not good at cooking? That's fine, I can do it."
"Not good at drinking? No worries, I'll take care of that for you."
"In short, I've got everything covered."
"All you need to do is keep being that cute, silly Mafuyu-chan."
"…"
After all, Mafuyu was just a twenty-something girl, and hearing such sweet words filled her heart with immense happiness. Unable to hold back, she lunged toward Hachiman.
"Hachiman!"
Seeing Mafuyu coming towards him, Hachiman naturally opened his arms to embrace her.
Their gazes met, and in their eyes, they reflected each other's figures.
With no experience in romance, Mafuyu didn't know what to say; she could only offer him her cherry lips once more.
Hachiman, of course, wouldn't refuse, savoring those tempting lips again.
Silver moonlight streamed through the window, casting their entwined silhouettes on the floor.
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