"Huh?"
Hearing this, Hayashi momentarily froze, almost failing to process her words.
Wait, was her attitude really this intense?
The first time, it was more hesitant, even somewhat shy and reluctant.
But now, on just the second occasion, her attitude was already so forceful.
It truly was a case of "the first time strangers, the second time old friends," the ancients really were wise.
"Did you understand me?"
Touka pressed her slender legs against his body, deliberately speaking in a feigned fierce tone.
But she utterly lacked that kind of menacing aura; instead, it seemed more like she was acting coquettish.
She looked like a little kitten whose tail had been stepped on—very cute and well-behaved.
"I understand."
Snapping back to reality, Hayashi nodded.
"Good, that's..."
Touka nodded, then sat up from the sofa.
Although she felt deeply ashamed and even a bit flustered inside, at least she had managed to say everything she was thinking.
After all, Hayashi had done so much for her today.
Not only had he treated her to delicious food and given her gifts, but he had also helped her chase off a pervert.
If it weren't for Hayashi, Touka probably would never have experienced such things in her lifetime.
With all these kindnesses piled up together, it was impossible to repay them—simply impossible!
However, she still wanted to do everything within her power to compensate and thank Hayashi.
But she had virtually no experience in this area, mainly because Touka wasn't the type to express gratitude to others in her daily life.
So, in this situation, her inexperience became a hindrance, a burden.
Fortunately, she had previously asked Irimi how she should thank Hayashi.
And Irimi had suggested a deeply embarrassing way to express her gratitude—one that was extremely, extremely shameful.
Just thinking about it made Touka's delicate face flush bright red.
Although she hadn't originally planned to use this method so soon, she never expected today to unfold the way it did.
It seemed she had no choice but to try it now, no matter how embarrassing it was.
With this thought, Touka Kirishima suddenly stood up, her beautiful eyes glancing at him.
"I'm going to take a bath. Do as you please."
After saying this, she walked straight into the bathroom and closed the door.
Thud—
Only after hearing the door close did Hayashi finally react.
"What does 'do as you please' mean? Does that mean I can do whatever I want?"
Thinking this, Hayashi's eyes lit up slightly, and he stood up.
...…
Inside the bathroom, veiled in steam, only the faint outline of a graceful figure was visible. Touka used shower gel to cleanse her flushed, tender skin .The reason she had fled so quickly earlier was that her thoughts were in complete disarray. But after this period of quiet, her mind gradually settled.
As if steeling her resolve, Touka bit her red lips lightly, dried her delicate body, and stepped out of the bathroom.
After coming out, she saw Hayashi lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, resting.
"I'll give you a gift later, as today's reward and reciprocation,"
"But now I need to go back to my room to get ready. You can't come in until then."
Touka was wrapped in a towel, her fair skin glowing with a rosy hue.
"Understood."
Hayashi glanced at her, then nodded calmly.
This incredibly alluring scene barely stirred any reaction in him.
It wasn't that he was impotent—he was just tired and wanted to sleep.
He wasn't even particularly concerned about what the gift actually was.
After waiting a while longer, Touka's voice came from inside the room—cool yet tinged with embarrassment.
"I'm so tired~"
Hearing her voice, Hayashi yawned, got up from the sofa, and walked over.
Creak—
"Then I'm coming in."
Hayashi knocked on the door and, after receiving a response, pushed it open and entered.
But the moment he saw the scene inside, he froze completely.
The curtains were partially drawn, allowing slivers of moonlight to spill into the room through the window.
The lights were off, so only faint details were visible in the dim light.
On the bed, Touka was kneeling in a "seiza" pose.
She was wearing red, Christmas-limited lingerie, and even had a pair of horn-like hair accessories on her head.
Most importantly, Touka's hands, feet, and entire delicate body were bound and restrained with red rope.
She looked like an exquisitely wrapped gift, waiting to be unwrapped and enjoyed.
"Huh?"
The moment he saw her, Hayashi's drowsiness vanished instantly, replaced by an unprecedented alertness.
"Ha... Hayashi..."
Touka Kirishima bit her red lips lightly, her face flushed as she slightly turned her head away.
"Th... This is the gift I'm giving you~"