Chương 868: The Shoulder Will Shift After the Battle

Seeing Shinichi approaching, even though she had just been joking, Hayasaka unconsciously moved her hips backward and looked at him nervously.

"W-what do you want to do?"

"Yes, I'm willing."

After answering, Shinichi placed his arm right on her shoulder, making her unable to retreat.

He was a man who did the right thing at the right time.

"W-what's up?"

Hayasaka's slightly unstable response snapped her out of confusion.

"Good."

Resting her shoulder on his palm, Shinichi faced Hayasaka, his gaze shifting from her eyes to her lips.

Hayasaka was so confused by his gaze that her skin from her neck to her ears was stained red without her realizing it. Even if she tried to put on a mask several times, overwhelmed by herself, shy, and hopeful.

"Y-You really want to kiss me? Even though it's my suggestion..."

Like a cornered little rabbit, Hayasaka bit her lip from time to time, her eyes darting around, her breath gradually quickening, and she didn't even know what she was asking.

"Of course." Shinichi said, slowly raising his palm, pressing it against her hot cheek, and using his thumb to brush aside the golden hair beside it.

"You..." His palm felt so hot. Hayasaka opened her mouth, but only hot breath escaped from between her lips. The sound of swallowing saliva was faintly audible in the quiet room.

Hayasaka, who had no intention of resisting.

"What kind of novice are you..."

"It's better to be humble in situations like this, or you'll easily get scolded."

Shinichi sat cross-legged on the floor and pulled her directly into his embrace.

"Then I'll do what you say and use the most erotic kiss to prove my feelings for you?"

"Come if you can." Hayasaka raised her head from his embrace, her eyes misty and watery, this provocation seemed to never cross her mind at all, making her look a little foolish.

Hayasaka raised her hand, pinching Shinichi's chin.

"First of all, you must agree that you must not think of other women when you kiss me."

The usual indifference had long been abandoned, leaving only innocence and embarrassment that a girl should have, and the courage that emerged after being pushed to the limit.

She stared straight at him, affection in her eyes slowly melting.

"I know."

His voice was low, and Shinichi's gentle and alluring words reached Hayasaka's ears.

"Look into my eyes, who's inside now?"

"It's you."

"Only you."

"Ah, that's good."

Hayasaka placed her hand, closed her eyes slowly, lifted her chin, and relaxed her body completely.

"Don't use too much force..."

"I'll be gentle." Shinichi replied softly. Then, he slowly lowered his head.

(When you like someone, you should like them with all your heart, place them in your only heart, and treat them carefully.)

This was Shinichi's original view of love, after six months, this view had long been distorted beyond its original state.

Now he couldn't like just one person anymore. His heart was divided into several parts, with many "hers" placed on top.

Therefore, even if it was only for a few minutes, in the rented room where they were alone, he wanted to try it and fall in love with Hayasaka wholeheartedly.

He also wanted Hayasaka to understand that this was all his feelings for her.

(I like Hayasaka, I just like her, she means everything to me.)

When such words came to mind, his fingertips trembled slightly, moving from her slender arm to her ear, and began to caress her gently.

Hayasaka's body tensed, and her eyelids fluttered as if they were about to open, but closed tightly again. However, her breath became quick and hot, and her body trembled slightly.

Her face grew even redder, and her fingertips weakly clung to her clothes, as if begging for mercy.

"Umhhhh!"

At this moment, about a minute had passed.

Shinichi maintained his rationality for a few seconds. When he saw that time was almost up and his rationality began to count down the danger, he was ready to release her from his embrace.

It also happened at this moment.

"—"

He looked at Hayasaka like a lazy kitten, her face flushed, but she was so beautiful and attractive, clinging tightly to his embrace.

After hesitating for less than half a second, Shinichi decided to continue his kiss, he placed his hand on her back and didn't stop.

He let the sound of tapping bones on the shoulder spread throughout the living room.

The air felt hotter. As he massaged her shoulders, Hayasaka released her grip on the hem of her clothes...

At this moment.

Ding dong—

The doorbell suddenly rang.

Hayasaka pushed him away like a frightened deer, stepping back a few steps while holding her shoulder and panting.

"Someone's coming."

Shinichi looked at his still warm hand, and for some reason felt empty: "What if we pretend we're not home?"

Hayasaka rolled her eyes at him, brushing the messy hair from her eyes.

"Do you know? Most people who cheat think like that, and their fate usually ends very miserably."

Shinichi asked curiously, "What TV series is that?"

"Many. Do you want me to make a list for you?"

"...Forget it, let's continue some other time."

He stood up with a reluctant expression, feeling a little relieved.

Although it felt unpleasant to be interrupted in the middle of a shoulder massage, at least he could stop before he completely lost control.

Shinichi looked at his moral integrity score, it was probably only in single digits, which was very close to the level.

"The one who's coming—"

Shouting out the door, Shinichi used his phone's selfie mode to look at himself. Unlike Hayasaka, his face wasn't red and his heart wasn't racing.

After making sure he had no flaws, he walked towards the door.

"Wait a moment."

Hayasaka suddenly stopped him.

Shinichi turned around and looked at her.

"Adjust your position first and then go."

The redness on her face hadn't faded. She spoke with a complex expression, her eyes seeming to measure the true length of his bones.

"...I'm sorry."

Shinichi also blushed. He adjusted his pants, took the apron hanging on the wall and put it on, making sure he looked like he was cooking. Then, he walked to the door and looked out through the peephole.

A young and pure beautiful girl with long white hair stood outside the door.

Surprise flashed on his face as Shinichi opened the door, questioning the girl with a cold expression.

"Kei, what's up?"

To avoid confusion, Shinichi and Kei addressed each other like this after moving here.

"Um, I made too much potato soup again." Kei smiled shyly and handed him the food box in her hand.

"I made some progress this time is definitely not worse than what I did. Senpai, please try it."

"Thank you, I think the previous one was good enough." Shinichi expressed his gratitude and took it.

Kei seemed to have developed a confrontational attitude towards her older brother lately, and worked hard to hone her cooking skills and surpass him.

Sometimes, if she made too much, she would offer it to Shinichi to try.

Perhaps the reason was that Kei was invited to his house for dinner on the first day Shinichi moved, and he praised Miyuki for his skills, which were better than most girls'.

At the same time, Kei might also want to take care of her senior who lived alone, to prevent him from lacking nutrition by eating takeout from the convenience store every day.

"How did you know I was back?"

"I heard the door open downstairs... I happened to be making potato soup at the time. I thought it shouldn't be wasted, so I gave it to Senpai."

Kei continued to emphasize her tone, "There are a lot of coincidences today, I'm surprised myself."

"Yeah..."

Shinichi was thinking about something else at the moment. Kei heard the sound of the door opening, what about Hayasaka? Did Hayasaka also open the door and come in, right?

No, he never gave her his keys... Could she have come in through the window? Climbed up and unlocked door again?

That maid was really strange...

"Senpai, are you cooking too?"

Kei saw the apron Shinichi was wearing, and asked curiously.

"I've finished lunch, and I just wanted to experience life while wearing an apron." Shinichi smiled, and his words were half true and half false, making people think he was joking.

Kei glanced at him inexplicably. After getting used to occasional chaos, she didn't find anything strange and quickly ignored the incident.

She reached out, with hesitation in her eyes.

"Well then, this potato soup..."

"I'll save it for dinner." Shinichi smiled, "I'll let you know what I think after eating."

A happy expression crossed her face, and Kei immediately bowed politely.

"Then I'll trouble you."

After saying that, she turned and left.

But at this moment, the corner of her eye glanced towards the front hall. There was a pair of small leather shoes clearly belonging to a woman, neatly arranged there.

"Huh..."