Eita Yamano's voice hadn't finished when he burst in.
"...What's wrong?"
Alistair finished arranging the cups, placing them on the tray, and looked at the intruding Eita Yamano with a slightly blank expression.
Natsuha Shinomiy stood beside Alistair, also looking somewhat surprised, holding a bottle of tea with the cap still off.
"Uh, well, I thought I heard you scream, Natsuha-nee. It... it might have been my imagination. I'm terribly sorry!"
Eita Yamano stood in place, feeling helpless. After a moment of silence, scratching his head awkwardly, he first bowed to the two and apologized.
"It's nothing. We were just startled by you, that's all. It's no big deal; you don't need to apologize so formally."
Alistair shook his head, lamenting in his heart that this was truly Japan, where the spirit of "bowmanship" (gōng jiàng jīng shén, a reference to Japanese bowing culture) had deeply permeated society.
"I'm fine, too. Yū, don't be so clumsy. Luckily, we've finished pouring the tea, or it would have been a mess. Let's go now."
Natsuha Shinomiy's voice sounded like a mix of scolding and flirting. Perhaps due to the previous incident, even though her expression had recovered, her voice still held a hint of allure when she spoke.
"Yes! Natsuha-nee, I'll try my best to be more careful."
However, Eita Yamano seemed oblivious, accepting Natsuha Shinomiy's "reprimand" dutifully.
Alistair curled his lips in contempt. His disdain for Eita Yamano intensified. He couldn't even detect the obvious flirtatious tone. Was his head filled with water?
Simultaneously, his left hand, placed low, slowly crept up onto Natsuha Shinomiy's soft, elastic thigh, gently squeezing it twice.
Natsuha Shinomiy's eyebrows twitched, but the smile on her face remained unchanged. Her tone grew more natural as she chatted with Eita Yamano.
"What happened? Eita suddenly stood up and ran over here. Did something happen?"
Kasumi Haruno approached with Ryūto Haruno, asking with some curiosity.
"Nothing much. Eita probably had auditory hallucinations. He just burst in and startled both Natsuha Shinomiy and me."
Alistair first picked up a cup, took a sip of tea, and then explained to Kasumi Haruno.
"I see. Eita, in that case, you should probably go to the hospital for a check-up. Sometimes, minor symptoms can be precursors to serious illness, so it's best to get checked out to confirm."
Ryūto Haruno spoke to Eita Yamano with concern. Although auditory hallucinations might not seem like a big deal now, he worried it might be the start of a serious condition, as he cared deeply for his friend.
The observant Kasumi Haruno, however, remained silent. She subtly looked at Natsuha Shinomiy and keenly noticed some irregular wrinkles on the two mountain peaks of her chest, vaguely resembling the shape of a handprint.
That wasn't there when we first arrived. Back then, Natsuha Shinomiy's top was perfectly neat, save for the natural creases caused by the compression of her massive chest.
But Kasumi Haruno said nothing. She simply smiled at Natsuha Shinomiy, then noticed a slight twitch in her expression, and her gaze shifted downward, catching sight of Alistair's left forearm moving subtly. She instantly figured out Natsuha Shinomiy's current predicament.
Kasumi Haruno blinked, turned her head to look at the seemingly oblivious Eita Yamano, watching him look down in apparent embarrassment at Natsuha Shinomiy's words, and suddenly found it amusing. This feeling of being an outsider with clear sight, while the people involved were blind to the situation, gave Kasumi Haruno a sense of entertainment. She continued to watch the performers as if it were a play.
Look at that man, he looks so utterly clueless~
"Alright, the kitchen isn't a good place to host guests. Let's go back to the living room."
Natsuha Shinomiy subtly lowered her hand, pinching the large hand that had found its way to her sweet hips, and spoke calmly and naturally.
"Ah, my apologies. I delayed things here for too long. Let's go back to the living room."
Eita Yamano scratched his head, said apologetically, then called the Haruno siblings to walk toward the living room. Natsuha Shinomiy and Alistair followed behind with the tray of tea.
Walking behind Natsuha Shinomiy, Alistair raised his hand and looked at it. Nothing seemed wrong with it, yet he felt a strange sensation earlier.
Did the 'small head' really control the 'big head,' making me reckless?
Alistair reviewed his actions. He felt he shouldn't have lost control that easily... uh, maybe.
Thinking closely, Alistair hadn't intended to progress so quickly at first. He thought Natsuha Shinomiy would offer some symbolic resistance even if she fell for him. However, her actions just now made Alistair feel that Natsuha Shinomiy was actually cooperating with him.
He initially thought she was too flustered and believed his one-sided explanation, allowing him to take a few liberties. But somehow, he ended up "being allowed" to pin her against the wall and grope her extensively.
Moreover, Alistair hadn't felt anything unusual during the process. He even wanted to go further and bare it all with her. He didn't even hear the footsteps approaching and had to rely on Natsuha Shinomiy to push him away before he reacted and quickly put on a show.
And the expression Natsuha Shinomiy had when she looked up was definitely one of extreme excitement. Yet, she calmed down in the blink of an eye. Was this a girl's natural talent?
Recalling it now, Natsuha Shinomiy's tits were truly big and soft, a real pleasure to handle. The delicate, soft flesh filled his fingers, and a faint milky scent seemed to linger on his palm...
Ah, no. I mean, I definitely didn't let the 'small head' control the 'big head.' I never intended to move so fast. How did I even manage to lift her top? She didn't even wear anything underneath to tempt me, and that vest is truly black tech; nothing shows through even with nothing inside...
Alistair rubbed his face, his thoughts somewhat jumbled. He guessed that his desire might have become overly rampant along with his physical enhancements, sometimes making him totally immersed. Although he was usually just young and vigorous, he shouldn't have been that immersed.
Logically, he should be able to maintain his thought process during the act. That way, there would be no risk of getting caught when cheating, and it would be so much more thrilling.
However, just now, he somehow became completely absorbed, not even hearing Eita Yamano's footsteps. He needed to do some self-reflection. How could he get so carried away when outsiders were present?
Alistair rubbed his temples, thinking silently.
Heh. This thing, I didn't expect it to be so useful...
Natsuha Shinomiy slightly turned her head, looking at Alistair pressing his temples, a subtle smile curling at her lips...