"Hold on tight!"
Hayashi Shuichi shouted, hunching his back and pedaling furiously.
The bicycle struggled forward through the curtain of rain, Yukiko's slender arms wrapped tightly around his waist.
He could clearly feel the girl's rapid breaths against his soaked back, the warm exhales standing out sharply in the chill.
Rain stung his face; Hayashi Shuichi squinted, spotting the apartment building's outline faintly through the blur.
When they finally reached the entrance, both were drenched like drowned rats.
Hayashi Shuichi's hair clung wetly to his forehead, water dripping steadily from his chin.
Yukiko's long hair stuck to her cheeks and neck like seaweed, her dress completely soaked, clinging to her curves and dripping constantly.
"Really chilling to the bone," Hayashi Shuichi panted, wiping rain from his face—only spreading it more evenly.
A cold gust blew; Yukiko shivered involuntarily, arms crossed tightly over herself: "So cold."
"Hurry upstairs before you catch a cold," Hayashi Shuichi said concernedly.
"What about you?" Yukiko lifted her dripping face. "Come up too—wait until the rain lets up."
Hayashi Shuichi glanced at the pouring rain outside, finally nodding helplessly: "No choice."
He parked Oriyama Midori's bicycle at the entrance; they entered the building together.
Just inside, beside the corridor, was the security room with two guards on duty.
As Yukiko passed, the older guard looked up from his newspaper, smiling: "Yo, our big star's back. The guy behind... you're that classmate from last time?"
"You still remember me?" Hayashi Shuichi was surprised.
"Of course—to think, if not for you, Mrs. Nishikawa's place would've been cleaned out by robbers," the guard said gratefully. "I'd have lost my job."
After a brief chat, Yukiko pulled Hayashi Shuichi toward the elevator.
The guard watched their backs, scratching his head puzzled: "Did I forget to say something? Ah, getting old, memory's failing."
In the elevator, Yukiko gazed at the rising floor numbers nostalgically: "Last time you came over, it was pouring too."
"Yeah," Hayashi Shuichi smiled. "Dunno if I clash with your place—first visit, ran into robbers."
"I heard after that incident, Mrs. Nishikawa reconciled with her son and daughter, moved out," Yukiko's lips curved up slightly. "Those robbers kinda did a good deed."
"Ding"—the elevator stopped at the tenth floor.
As they stepped out, Hayashi Shuichi suddenly paused, asking awkwardly: "Are your parents home? Me looking like this..."
"You still want to impress them?" Yukiko glanced at him amusedly. "Relax, no one's home—Mom and Dad are still at the set."
"Good." Hayashi Shuichi exhaled in relief, shoulders relaxing.
Yukiko's apartment was 1002.
She unlocked the door; inside was pitch black, faintly chilly.
Yukiko fumbled for the light; warm yellow illumination filled the entryway.
"You go shower first," she said, removing her soaked shoes. "I'll find some of Dad's clothes—your builds are similar, should fit."
"Don't just worry about me," Hayashi Shuichi grabbed her icy wrist. "If I catch cold, no big deal—you're heading back to the set tomorrow. Dry off first; I'm not in a rush."
Yukiko looked down at her drenched dress, hurried to the bedroom.
At the door, she turned suddenly, holding up a finger warningly: "No peeking!"
"I'm a drowned mess—where's the mood for peeping?" Hayashi Shuichi looked helpless.
Fair point; she entered the bedroom.
Hayashi Shuichi waited bored in the entryway, eyes scanning the shoe cabinet—spotting a fresh green leaf stuck to one pair of shoes.
This discovery tightened his chest—if left long indoors, the leaf would've wilted!
Now fresh, it meant one thing: Yukiko's parents were back!
Seeing his soaked, disheveled state, he turned to leave.
Just then, keys turned outside, voices accompanying:
"Tonight was such a buzzkill—dinner halfway, then rain."
"Fine, next chance, I'll make it up with candlelight dinner."
"Candlelight can be rescheduled—our anniversary?"
...
Hayashi Shuichi's heart raced—Yukiko's parents really returned!
Time critical, he dashed instinctively toward her bedroom.
Perhaps from her earlier warning, Yukiko hadn't locked it.
Hayashi Shuichi turned the knob, pushed open the door.
There stood the fully naked girl before the dressing mirror, toweling her wet body with a white towel.
Water droplets rolled down smooth skin, glistening under the light.
Eyes met—both froze!
Moments later, Yukiko panicked, clutching the towel over herself, fair cheeks flushing then paling: "Hay—"
The apartment door opened clearly.
Hayashi Shuichi knew—if the Fujimine couple saw this, he'd die horribly.
In desperation, he lunged in, shut the door quickly, hand clamping Yukiko's impending scream.
"Mmph!"
Yukiko was truly frightened, eyes full of terror and anger.
Though she liked Hayashi Shuichi, she'd never imagined "baring all" like this—nor him being so bold.
This perverted jerk—actually trying to force himself!
I misjudged him!
Furious and frantic, she struggled wildly; slick skin nearly slipping from his grasp.
"Don't move!" Hayashi Shuichi whispered sternly, voice embarrassed.
Not a virgin to intimacy, her naked struggling body constantly brushing him triggered an involuntary reaction.
He leaned to her ear, whispering: "Your parents are back!"
Yukiko paused—just then, a woman's voice outside: "Yukiko, are you home?"
"Hurry—hide me somewhere!" Hayashi Shuichi pleaded anxiously. "If they see, I'll get beaten bad!"
(End of chapter)
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