Does This Love Suit Your Taste? - Volume 1 Chapter 5.2

Date 2

“Ah… more… harder…”

“Harder…? Like this…? Does it feel good?”

“Yeah… uh, hmm… it feels so good… the power of a boy, dangerous~…♡”

Just as S-Hime commanded, I kneaded her delicate and soft body. With every movement of my hands, she twists her body and drowns in pleasure, appearing so sensual——

“Don’t make weird noises just because I’m massaging your shoulders…”

It was lunch break and I had come to the usual old school building, obediently following the orders of the domineering S-Hime.

She had called me out saying she needed something, but as soon as Shirahime arrived here, she started saying, ‘Massage my shoulders.’ So that’s what I’m doing now, giving her a massage.

“Even if you say that, what comes out will come out… mmnhg…♡”

The top honor student in the school is getting disheveled. I’m just massaging her shoulders though.

“Phew… Ah, that’s enough for the shoulders, thank you.”

“Sure…”

Having received confirmation from Shirahime, I could finally stop. Phew, finally done.

It would have been somewhat… you know, to keep listening to Shirahime’s ‘raw’ voice.

“So? Did you call me out just for this?”

“Of course not.”

Shirahime asked while rotating her presumably lighter shoulders.

“Free tomorrow?”

“Huh? …Tomorrow’s Saturday, right? There’s no school.”

“Yeah, that’s why I’m asking if you’re free.”

Shirahime, always with her usual composed face, asks the same question while paying attention to her beautiful nails.

Looks like I’m going to be stuck with some annoying job again… No way I want to deal with chores on a Saturday!

“I-I’m not free…”

“That’s a lie.”

“It’s not a lie. I’m really busy—”

“If you lie, you’ll have to swallow a thousand needles.”

“…Fine, until I have to go to work.”

(TN: Pinky swear, whoever lies will be made to swallow a thousand needles.)

I shrugged my shoulders at Shirahimee. She really seems like she’d make me do it…

“Very well!”

Shirahime then stated her demands bluntly and without niceties after seeing that I had given in.

“Tomorrow, you see, you’re going on a date with me. So please look forward to it.”

“…A date?”

I got goosebumps at the bittersweet sound of that word.

“Date… like when a man and a woman go out and have fun together, that kind of date?”

“Papa said we should, you know? He said since school time isn’t enough, we should take the chance to deepen our relationship on a holiday.”

Shirahime explained this with a wry smile as if it can’t be helped.

I see. Well, I can understand the reasoning. That sounds like something that cool uncle would think of.

But a date?

No, it’s different. It sounds nice, but in reality, it’s really not that pleasant.

I can clearly see that going out with this girl would just mean being used for this and that and getting dragged around all over the place.

“…No, I don’t want to. Why would I ever go on a date with you——bfffhhw!”

My cheek is gripped by Shirahime’s hand, which is unimaginably strong for a girl.

“We’re going.♡”

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On the promised day, I headed towards the meeting place—in front of a clock tower located inside a large commercial facility near Maison.

The hands of the clock tower were pointing about five minutes before the designated 11 a.m. that she had specified.

Feeling somewhat certain she would be there, I went around to the back of the clock tower, and sure enough, there was S-Hime standing. It seemed my assumption that she would arrive before our meeting time was correct.

“Sorry, did I keep you waiting?”

“Ah, ohh… wow, I didn’t recognize you for a second. You stand out at school, but you blend in surprisingly well in the city, Toui-kun.”

I was wearing an obscure black band T-shirt I bought at a thrift shop, tucked into wide-leg denim pants. My shoes were thick-soled white sneakers from a sports brand. Nothing out of the ordinary.

“Shut up. And you…”

I’ve seen the uniform and the dress, but this is the first time I’ve seen her in casual clothes.

She’s wearing a black camisole with a white oversized long-sleeve shirt draped over it, and her pants are slightly ripped indigo denim skinnies. She was wearing brown sandals.

I can’t quite put it into words, but it seems like she’s put a little extra effort into her makeup.

On closer look, she’s also arranged her hair. She’s got glossy, curled hair tied up in a half-up style. Then there’s the black messenger bag slung over her shoulder from a high-end brand, which gives off a young lady vibe (Ojou-sama).

“…What is it?”

“No… Why are you so dressed up?”

Thud- Shirahime collapses from her knees. She sighs and glares at me.

“It’s a date, so I tried a bit harder! Can’t you just compliment me?”

“Ha…? Hey, wait, oi! Don’t leave me behind!”

With a huff-, Shirahime walked ahead quickly, and all I could do was follow her with sweat dripping down. 

Understanding a woman’s heart is difficult.

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