Mwah.
Inside the bedroom.
Hachiman opened his hazy eyes.
A strand of hair brushed across his cheek, making him feel a slight itch. Hachiman was instantly surprised and took a look at Ichinose Honami, who was resting on his chest.
"As expected, it wasn't a dream..."
Hachiman murmured to himself and twitched his nose.
He immediately smelled a rich body fragrance, and Ichinose's steady breathing also made his chest feel slightly warm, making it truly inconvenient to move.
There was no helping it.
Who could refuse the fire-like passion of Ichinose?
Being pushed down by such a beautiful girl caused him to lose his reason in an instant, and he didn't hesitate to take her as his own.
Looking at Ichinose's slightly flushed face.
Hachiman quickly looked up at the ceiling, not daring to look more, feeling like he might not be able to hold back again.
According to Ichinose's theory.
Without the fake, there could be no true.
Something genuine only exists within lies and failure; only a relationship that has gone through various tests can be called something genuine.
Something genuine only exists within the deception that Hachiman loathed the most.
"Only through tests does it count as something genuine..."
Hachiman couldn't help but put his arm around Ichinose's fragrant shoulders, and a smile couldn't help but appear at the corners of his mouth.
This was the answer Ichinose arrived at.
Although it was a bit hard to accept.
But.
Accepting Ichinose's theory wasn't bad either; he also wanted to turn this embryo into something real.
Speaking of which.
Since it has already come to this, could it still be fake?
At this moment.
Ichinose opened her hazy eyes. Feeling the powerful heartbeat in her ear, a happy smile appeared at the corners of her mouth.
After a while.
Ichinose finally reacted, and her pretty face became as red as a branding iron.
She hurriedly got up, and the sheet couldn't help but slip off her body, revealing her white-as-lambskin delicate body before Hachiman's eyes.
"Ugh..."
With a flushed face, Ichinose flusteredly pulled up the sheet to wrap her body:
"Sorry, I accidentally couldn't hold back..."
This was a lie.
It was also the truth.
An ordinary confession was useless against Hachiman; what he wanted was a partner whose soul could intertwine.
Ichinose knew this very well.
One should speak out about things they like, at least so they won't regret it.
Furthermore.
Hachiman didn't have a girlfriend right now.
That's why Ichinose adopted this relatively forceful approach.
Even if Hachiman didn't care, it didn't matter; she wouldn't have the slightest regret.
Every time she saw Hachiman.
Ichinose couldn't help but want to get closer, wanting to touch his body.
Yesterday.
She really couldn't hold back, nor did she want to suppress the throbbing feelings in her heart any longer.
Therefore, this was not a lie.
"No, no, no, it was me too."
Hachiman also blushed and said with some embarrassment: "Sorry for giving you a bad experience."
After all.
Ichinose was simply too alluring.
He wasn't an experienced person himself.
Losing his reason in an instant, it seemed that during the second half, he was the one greedily demanding from Ichinose; it was truly embarrassing.
"Eh? It wasn't like that."
Ichinose was slightly stunned. She no longer cared about the sheet on her body and put her arms around Hachiman's thick waist.
He was clearly so confident when he made up his mind, yet usually had a tendency towards low self-evaluation.
"Although it was a bit difficult to adapt at the beginning."
Leaning in Hachiman's embrace, Ichinose squinted her beautiful eyes and a happy smile appeared:
"But it felt so comfortable later, it feels like it could be addictive. I seem to have come to like Hikki even more."
Ichinose also couldn't express it accurately.
She only felt as if her heart had been filled. Just leaning in Hachiman's arms like this made her feel particularly reassured and happy.
"Oh, oh..."
Hachiman's face turned red.
After all, it was a jet-black holy sword that surpassed Ayanokouji and Koenji; it seemed to have made Ichinose particularly satisfied.
The jet-black holy sword finally saw blood!
Hachiman couldn't help but feel a bit proud; let's see who still dares to say it's a piece of junk.
"However..."
At this moment, Ichinose said with some lack of confidence: "Hikki, would you think I'm a very loose person?"
"..."
Uh.
Hachiman couldn't help but choke.
Strictly speaking.
Given that she would hesitate over whether to date Nagumo Miyabi, Ichinose should be considered relatively loose.
However.
Words have no meaning.
It could be understood as.
Ichinose's resolve to save her companions even if she had to sacrifice herself; from another perspective, it was Ichinose's responsibility as a leader.
It could be understood as.
Even so, Ichinose was unwilling to give up her love for him.
Of course.
It could also be understood as.
Ichinose was just loose and didn't know how to treasure herself.
Any understanding was fine.
But.
Since the jet-black holy sword has already seen blood, Hachiman naturally leaned towards the second possibility. But if thinking rationally.
Actually.
Hachiman felt.
Compared to him, Ichinose actually valued her companions more.
This wasn't a problem.
After all, the companions of Class B were themselves more important than him. Hachiman thought the same way; there was no need to forcefully determine a priority.
"How could that be..."
"Thank you. Hearing Hikki say that makes me really happy..."
Ichinose rubbed her small head against Hachiman's face, before saying with some apology:
"But compared to myself, I want to see everyone's smiles more. I don't want to lose anyone, and I want to rise to Class A together with everyone."
"Compared to ordinary people, I think I might really be the relatively loose type."
"There's nothing wrong with that."
Hachiman shook his head indifferently.
Compared to herself, she indeed cared more about her companions; this might also be her potential as a leader.
Even if she changed, it's unlikely Ichinose would become a cold leader like Horikita Suzune.
However.
Hachiman still hoped she wouldn't change; the current Ichinose was already very good, and she didn't need to be so harsh on herself.
"However, there's no need to worry now."
Ichinose put her arms around Hachiman's neck, and the corners of her mouth tilted up slightly:
"Now I am already Hikki's thing. Without Hikki's permission, I can no longer use myself as a trade."
"A thing or whatever—don't talk about yourself like you're an object."
Hachiman's face turned red, and he said somewhat speechlessly.
He had discovered it during the Sports Festival.
Although the meaning was about the same, it felt like some extraordinary lines would occasionally pop out of Ichinose's mouth.
"Is that so?"
Ichinose tilted her head in some confusion, and couldn't help but roll over, her rounded long legs hooking Hachiman's calves.
"Then, a girlfriend?"
"Well, if you don't mind."
Squeezed by the soft delicate body, Hachiman's face became even redder.
However.
Whether this was something genuine was no longer important.
It was just that he wanted to turn this relationship into something genuine; although he felt the order was wrong, there was nothing that could be done about it now.
Hearing his words, she felt the ferocious jet-black holy sword unsheathed once more, and Ichinose's face flushed.
"One more time?"
"Eh? Is it okay?"
"Yes."
Ichinose also said with some embarrassment: "Although it's still a bit uncomfortable, but if Hikki wants it, you can have it anytime."
"Then let's forget it; it's better if your body recovers first."
Hachiman couldn't help but shake his head.
He felt that Ichinose seemed a bit unable to take it.
"Honestly."
Ichinose rolled her beautiful eyes and, cupping Hachiman's face, kissed him once again.
Serving her husband is the duty of a wife.
She will definitely make Hachiman the happiest man in the whole world!