6 Main Heroines Who Absolutely Want to Monopolize Me - Volume 1 Chapter 6.3

Lovers in New York 3

“Hey, Shinichi?”

Sakiho casually intertwined her arm with mine, looking up at me.

“Why did you choose Manhattan?”

“Haven’t you noticed??”

“Nfufu, well, I guess I do.”

When I asked again, Sakiho grinned happily.

On various occasions, Sakiho had mentioned, as if the two of us had decided it together, ‘Our honeymoon will be in Manhattan.

While I had no recollection of agreeing to go on a honeymoon to Manhattan or even approving of it as a travel destination, it was evident that, for Sakiho, this place held some significance.

So, when we came to Manhattan together, that is, when we fulfilled the ‘big event we wanted to do after getting married,’ I was curious about the changes she would show.

It was likely to be revealed more in her attitude after this date than during the date itself. And whether Sakiho was the mastermind behind the mysterious letters would probably be known by tonight.

Well, let’s ask just in case.

“Hey, what was Sakiho doing when that mysterious letter was discovered?”

As I asked, she, who had been grinning just moments ago, startled.

“I-I was in my room?”

“Whose room?”

“W-Well, mine, of course.”

Its suspicious.

“I see. So, on that night, Sakiho has no alibi after all?”

“Yeah, unfortunately… Oh, Shin! It’s a hot dog! Let’s eat!”

As if forcibly changing the subject, she pointed to a hot dog stand and headed in that direction.

On the first day, due to the late arrival, we had an American-sized dinner at a cafe-like place and headed to the hotel.

Walking around Manhattan at night as high schoolers is dangerous afterall.

When we reached the hotel, Sakiho and I each checked in. The room key was an unusual one for overseas hotels.

it was the type where you insert the key into the keyhole.

“Well then, good night, Shinichi.”

“…Yeah, good night.”

2 AM.

Click, click… clack, clack… clickety-clack…

I heard the door open quietly and then slowly close.

While sighing inwardly, I sharpened my hearing to anticipate what will intruder do.

Would something would be stolen, or…

I was worried for a moment, but The soft, sneaky steps approached me, and then…

rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle.

The intruder—Shinagawa Sakiho—slippinginto my bed.

And from behind, she began touching around my waist as if searching something.

“Didn’t I say we wouldn’t do these things until we were dating?”

“Oh, did I wake you up?”

The intruder—Shinagawa Sakiho—responded nonchalantly, without a hint of remorse.

“I wasn’t asleep to begin with. It’s not easy to sleep comfortable. So Sakiho, when did you learn that?”

I decided to ask about the fact I didn’t want to acknowledge.

“Did you acquire lockpicking skills?”

“Knowing about that is common sense, right?”

“I think it’s unconventional for Sakiho not to know that…”

Lockpicking and stalking are crimes.

“In other words, Sakiho, you have an alibi, right?”

“About the night of the mysterious letters?”

“Yeah, on that day, when I returned to the room with the mysterious letters, my toothbrush had been replaced with a new one.

So, someone stole and replaced it while I was out going to the sauna and returned with the mysterious letters.

The only person with a key to that room is me. Therefore, Sakiho must possess lockpicking skills.”

“Shinichi knows everything, huh?”

I won’t say it’s only about Sakiho.

“So, I researched hotels with lock-and-key locks instead of card keys and had Jūjō-san make a reservation. The information about the lock type isn’t readily available on websites, so it was quite challenging to find.”

“Wow, Shinichi, were you thinking about me all that time you were researching?”

She said that with genuine happiness. She’s a dangerous girl…

“Anyway, what do you usually do with the stolen toothbrush?”

“What do you think I do?”

“Uh, never mind.”

I stopped talking, fearing the answer.

“Why are you doing it?” was opposed with “What do you think I do?”…

“…So, are you coming to steal my toothbrush today too? Or have you been doing this all the time without me realizing?”

“No, this is the first time you’ve ever said that to me.

While saying that, Sakiho hugged me from behind.

The soft sensation, rapidly developing since middle school, emphasized its size.

Even with a childhood friend, something in me might have reacted strangely. She starting to bend forward a little.

“Hey, why?”

“…It’s a night visit.”

Sakiho hesitated for a moment, then whispered in my ear.

“When i heard Sumire Osaki kissed your cheek. I trust you, Shinichi. Your habits when lying didn’t show. But…”

Her voice starting to feel cold.

“If Sumire Ōsaki had tried to kiss you on the lips, would you have refused?”

“…I wonder.”

In reality, it wasn’t a matter of refusing or not. I wasn’t told, ‘I’m going to kiss you now,’ and it was a spur-of-the-moment thing.

With my sluggish reflexes, it wouldn’t have gone well.

“Right? So, rather than risking being stolen away.”

“I’d rather take it all from you than have it taken from me.”

“Wha…!”

“Even though I cherish Shinichi’s first time the most, it’s no good if Shinichi gives it to someone else without my permission, right?”

Then, she slipped her right hand into my T-shirt,

“…!?”

she gently traced her index finger over my chest.

“And also, when this study abroad is over, Shinichi, you’ll get engaged to me, right? I’ll win.”

“So, I realized there’s no need for you to become ‘lovers’ with anyone. Ah, it’s lonely and a waste. I wanted to be lovers. But thinking about it the other way, I realized now is like being lovers. ”

“Like ‘lover (temporary),’ essentially lovers, right? A somewhat popular and troublesome boyfriend who openly dates multiple people?”

As she unfolded her strange imagination, she entwined her thighs around mine.

“So, since I’m practically your lover, would Shinichi give me your first time? So…”

She gently guided my stiff hand to her thigh.

“H-Hey…!”

What’s happening, Sakiho… Could it be, is she serious?

“I’ve wanted to touch you for so long, wanted you to touch me for so long, wanted to know you for so long, wanted you to know me for so long, wanted to receive from you for so long, wanted you to give for so long, forever and ever…”

Unable to bear it any longer, I grabbed Sakiho’s shoulders and pushed her onto the bed.

“If you keep doing this….”

I was about to say about Flower Ceremony, but I stopped myself.

Blackmail was the most detestable means to me, and making such promises would be meaningless since there is a chance that Sakiho will lost herself even changes her behavior. As I bit my lower lip.