Stealing Spree

Chapter 2717: Lovely Goofball

“So, what is this surprise you prepared for me that you even asked me to bring you somewhere private?”

That’s the question I posed to the adorable goofball in front of me as soon as the door behind us closed.

It hadn’t been five minutes since we finished dinner. Hanabi, finding the moment to approach me after I finished tidying up the table, sneakily whispered, ‘I need to show you something, Ruki. Bring me somewhere private.’

When I attempted to ask her what it was about, she just put a hand on her lips and mouthed softly, ‘Surprise.’

With that, she winked and latched onto my arm, tugging me towards the hallway.

Of course, given how connected the kitchen, dining table and living room in our house were, no matter how secretive she tried to be, Akane and the others took notice.

They simply let the girl drag me away without a fuss. Even the one girl whom I thought would make a fuss just stood by. Right. Azusa simply watched with narrowed eyes as though she already knew what this would be about. Still, perhaps to just get back at how I teased her earlier, she turned her head away, acting aloof. But the corner of her lips noticeably curved up when I put on a confused expression.

I guess she considered that a win?

Anyway, back to the present.

Hanabi turned around, the skirt of her one-piece dress swirling around her thighs like a playful tease, the fabric brushing against her smooth skin with a soft rustle. Her long black hair cascaded over one shoulder, the ribbon tied in it catching some light overhead, making it shimmer like a secret signal. She took a step forward to close the distance and stared at me from below my chin.

Slowly, her lips pressed together as they stretched into a thin line. Whether it would curve up or not, I had no idea but the sparkle in her eyes was enough to tell me she truly prepared something that might gather a reaction from me.

“Babe, close your eyes first! No peeking, or the surprise is ruined!”

She bounced on her toes and I couldn’t help but follow her perky breasts jiggling slightly under the thin fabric of her dress. Although she’s wearing a bra underneath, my perverted mind generated an image of what’s underneath it. Her hands clasped behind her back, pushing her chest out invitingly as her lips curved up slightly, turning it into a sweet yet silly smile. She’s trying to look innocent as always but should I call it a failure?

Well, probably not, she just looked so beautiful that I found myself getting tempted to grab her and capture her lips with mine.

Of course, I held back that thought. She’s the only girl in this house that I have yet to truly be intimate with. I guess the closest I did with her was pushing my lips dangerously close to hers back when I told her about my past and my story with her twin sister in that empty locker room back on the Interhigh venue. Satsuki and Orimura-sensei were with us at that time.

Ah no. The most intimate moment for us was when she acknowledged that I wouldn’t let her escape my grasp. I embraced her tightly and she did the same.

That memory would never be forgotten by her. That’s why no matter how much she tried to play cupid for the reunion of her twin sister and me, part of her was also longing for my attention.

I pinched her cheek lightly before doing what she asked for, “Alright, babe. Eyes closed. But you know I’m not patient when you’re this close.”

She squeaked, her thighs pressing together as a soft whimper escaped her. “I know. You’re always impatient, babe.”

“Why will I not be? It’s a surprise from you.”

“Hmph. You don’t look too surprised. Besides, can I first say that I’m jealous?”

“Jealous? You?” I opened my eyes and found her puffing up her cheeks. Now that looked so genuine. Is she serious about that?

“Ugh... You don’t believe me. I thought you wouldn’t let me escape your grasp?”

“Mhm. Of course, I won’t. But you know, I thought you were just sticking by my side because you find it the most fun.” I intentionally tried to play a fool to see how she’d react.

And sure enough, the girl’s pout sharpened and the sparkle in her eyes dimmed a bit.

Yep. She’s serious about it. That girl... she’d grown to like me. And it’s not just because it’s fun. But then again, it’s probably also because of how we haven’t seen each other for quite a while.

“I hate you, babe. I won’t show you the surprise anymore.”

Upon saying that, she tried to step to the side and walk past me.

Naturally, I blocked her path and chuckled, “Alright. I’m kidding, babe. Tell me, how can I make it up to you? Should I tell a joke that will make you laugh?”

She looked up at me and rolled her eyes. In response, I tried to make a face but the girl’s pout only eased up slightly.

“You look like a fool, babe.”

“Well, I can be a fool for you. So, tell me. Is it because I kissed them? Should I take your first kiss now?”

As though she’s not expecting that, the girl’s expression instantly changed. From a cold and slightly upset look, it turned to surprise and then embarrassment.

From my eyes, I watched how her face gradually turned pink before she eventually pursed her lips.

Without saying anything else, I stretched my arms to her, pulling her in an embrace.

“If not kiss, will this be enough?” I softly whispered while gently nibbling on her ear.

The girl squeaked as her head moved slightly, indicating a nod. Following that, her hand reached for the hem of my uniform, clutching it.

After a minute of silence, the girl let out a sigh as she lifted her head, gazing at me with her beautiful, round eyes, “Do you still want to see the surprise?”

“Of course. Show me. Isn’t that why we’re here?”

“Ugh. No... I’ll show it to you later. It will ruin the mood.”

What did she mean by that? Is it because it’s about something else, maybe Matsuri? Or she just didn’t want this moment to end? Either way, my desire for this girl had increased once again.

“Alright. Let’s save that for later. Shall we move over there? We can sit on the bed.”

Hanabi didn’t answer right away, she just stared at me as if she was once again trying to commit my face to her memory. Then she looked behind her, staring at my bed as if it were some kind of spooky monster luring her in.

“Babe, you’re really gonna make me sit on your bed? So bold.” She teased as her goofy grin crept back like a sunrise. Nevertheless, her voice had that breathy edge, the kind that told me she was already imagining what could happen there.

Her fingers twisted in the hem of my uniform before eventually wrapping around my back.

My hands dropped down to her waist, wrapping around her more intimately, “Bold? You’re the one who dragged me to a private room, babe. If anyone’s bold, it’s you.”

Her giggle was light, but it stopped right away when I started guiding her backward. Her steps were clumsy in that adorable, goofy way until the backs of her knees hit the bed.

And then, she plopped down with a soft bounce, letting her body sink into the mattress. Her long black hair fanned out like spilled ink, the ribbon catching on the fabric and tilting cutely to one side.

Given how she’s holding onto me, I ended up following her, my body loomed over her as one of my knees pressed into the mattress between her legs as I leaned down.

My hands moved from her waist to cage her in on either side of her head.

With this development, her breath came in shallow puffs, her chest rising and falling under that one-piece dress, the fabric stretching tight over her perky breasts with each inhale. I could see the faint outline of her bra, the lace edges peeking just above the neckline, and my cock twitched at the thought of peeling it all off her.

“R-Ruki...” She whispered, her voice barely audible, but her legs parted slightly, an unconscious invitation as her dress rode up higher, exposing the creamy skin of her inner thighs. “You’re staring too much. It’s embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing? I’m simply admiring your beauty, babe. Honestly, no matter how I look at you, I won’t ever mistake you for your twin sister. You two are too distinct from each other.” I smirked, lowering myself until my lips brushed her lips but not quite enough to call it a kiss.

After that, I retreated slightly to watch her face become even redder as she turned her face to the side before shyly muttering, “... Stop sweet-talking me, babe. I’m not used to it.”

This girl... She’s testing my restraint.