Chapter 132

"Yes, please."

As soon as the staff member finished speaking, Ishikawa Hayato walked over to the sticker and jumped up in place with fluid and explosive movements.

"Ah, da!"

With a strange cry, and amidst the dumbfounded expressions of Kita and the staff, he suddenly leaped to the very top of the game, even shifting his weight in mid-air to land near the second floor, leaving a shoe print on it.

After what felt like an extended period of airtime, he landed gracefully.

He clapped his hands, with an expression that said, "It's nothing special," and raised his hand magnanimously.

"Shop assistant, give me the prize for second place!"

"That..."

The staff member stared blankly at the footprints on the wall, which seemed impossible to reach, and stammered, "I can't even speak properly."

"Guest... guest, the rules say you can't jump..."

Ishikawa Hayato feigned surprise as he looked at her, then glanced at the rules board next to him. After confirming the rules, he covered his face in anguish.

He turned his head in despair and looked at Kita.

Kita couldn't help but laugh at his silly appearance.

A moment later, Ishikawa Hayato raised his leg high, his heel against the sticker, but he covered his face and groaned.

"That pose is so lame..."

Kita and the staff around him were amused by him.

"Hayato-kun, do your best!"

Kita encouraged him.

Soon, the staff nearby confirmed that Ishikawa Hayato's challenge was successful.

"Guest, it's ready."

He covered his mouth with a laugh, took the reward out of the box next to him, and handed it to him.

Ishikawa Hayato immediately handed it to Kita.

Afterwards, the two happily took a group photo, capturing Kita standing next to Ishikawa Hayato, joyfully holding up the Xidailu doll he had just received.

As more and more people were drawn to the area by the activities, the two quickly left and headed to the arcade.

Inside, Kita truly witnessed Ishikawa Hayato's strength. He slashed from left to right, from front to back, unmatched and invincible.

They got so engrossed in playing that they almost forgot about the play that followed. They even forgot about their prize, complaining to each other as they ran towards the theater, laughing all the way.

After enjoying the play and animal performance, the two walked towards the water park in the slanting sunlight.

"Swimsuit, swimsuit~"

Ishikawa Hayato was hopping and calling out ahead.

Although he was still a distance from the water park, he could already feel the water vapor rushing towards him.

Kita for half a day, was quite pleased to see how excited he was about to see his swimsuit.

But the thought of changing into a swimsuit suddenly brought back vivid memories of a scene from a few months ago.

Bocchi's appearance in her school swimsuit instantly won her over.

Looking at Ishikawa Hayato ahead, she hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help feeling a pang of jealousy, and awkwardly muttered to herself.

"Hayato-kun- kun has Gotou-san's swimsuit, why would he want to see mine?"

Ishikawa Hayato, who had been looking quite excited, stopped and turned around to look at Kita, whose face was full of Kita.

He said it as a matter of course.

"It has nothing to do with anything else. Isn't it normal to want to see someone you like in a swimsuit and want to get closer to them?"

Kita felt a surge of joy, but she held back her emotions, trying to suppress the upward curve of her lips as she spoke.

"But Gotou-san's... is much older than mine, isn't it?"

"Kita looks great like this too, she has a pure and lively cuteness, I can't wait just thinking about it."

As Ishikawa Hayato spoke, as if to leave Kita no room for Kita, he eagerly took her hand.

"Let's go! Kita's swimsuit!"

"Don't shout!"

Kita, embarrassed, loudly covered his voice.

Half a step behind him, Kita looked at his broad back, still unconsciously suppressing a smile.

She felt an emotion gradually seeping into her body, her thoughts, and her heart.

She knew things were going to get bad if this continued, and she tried to tell herself that the man in front of her was a cheating bastard, a pervert.

Even so, those words seemed to have been imbued with a beautiful aura, and suddenly became less repulsive.

The sunlight, refracted through the atmosphere from 100 million kilometers away, appeared slightly yellow, illuminating the girl's snow-white skin and revealing its layers.

The water vapor in the water park clung to my skin as the wind blew.

Amidst the distant sounds of splashing and laughter, the girl before me shyly clutched her own arm.

She was rather slender, with arms that seemed easy to wrap around in one hand, delicate shoulders, and a cute swimsuit hanging at her chest, adorned with two layers of slightly different colored ruffles.

Her waist was slender enough to be encircled by one hand, and her thighs were rounded. While she was petite and cute, one could also feel the softness and fullness of her body.

She was wearing a pair of small flip-flops, and her small feet twitched nervously when noticed.

She stood there motionless for a long time, nervously showing off her figure to the person she liked, while her gaze drifted away, recalling the broad chest of the young man she had just seen.

"How..."

After waiting for a long time without hearing the eloquent boy's voice, she asked worriedly.

"Very cute."

Ishikawa Hayato gave an approving assessment, and then added.

"Because she's so cute, I wanted to grab my phone and take a picture right away, but I also wanted to get closer to hug and touch her, but I was worried about being rejected. I even wanted to take Kita home right away and keep her locked up so no one else could see her."

"After thinking about so many things, I still don't know which one to do first, so I'm stuck."

Kita he was exaggerating more and more, and called out warily.

"No one is allowed to do that! Just keep your distance from before."

"Okay, that's the only way then."

Ishikawa Hayato smiled and extended his hand.

Kita moment, then grabbed his hand and followed him into the water park.

In the sunlight, their figures gradually disappeared into the distance, leaving only the sounds of their laughter.

"Holding Kita's hand while she's wearing a swimsuit feels completely different than before."

"Forbid bizarre fantasies!"

116. 100 meters

Clinging tightly to the surf mat, they swam down the steep slope with the current.

During that astonishing descent and forward motion, water splashed up from the front.

Without any protection, just holding onto the surf mat, amidst the roaring wind, with a trembling heart, I plunged into the pool in an incredibly long yet fleeting dozen seconds.

It stirred up waves.

Letting go of my wildly beating heart, I stood up from the pool with my weak legs and waded through the water towards the boy who had entered the water a few seconds earlier.

Her shoulder-length red hair, wet and tousled by water, met his gaze with a joyful smile.

Now that he's put aside selfies and is fully focused on having fun, Kita's gaze follows him closely, as if she's placing all her joy and sorrow on him.

"How about one more time?!"

Ishikawa Hayato excitedly confirmed with her.

"One more time!"

Kita raised her hand high with a broad smile, her delicate wrist and radiant smile incredibly captivating.

Each of them held a surf mat in one hand and their other hand in the other, as they walked back up the stairs.

While waiting in line, Kita, having calmed down slightly in the cool breeze, noticed the water droplets dripping from his hair.

She put down the surf mat and reached out to lift her hair. Ishikawa Hayato, who was in front of her, noticed her movement and helped her fix it.

Although he knew he would soon be soaked and his plans disrupted again, he didn't say anything about it being unnecessary.

After helping her straighten it out and fluffing it up a bit, Ishikawa Hayato smiled and gave a thumbs-up, indicating that he had succeeded perfectly.

Kita lowered his head and chuckled softly.

"After we've had our fill of these activities, let's go for a water rafting trip and then head to the venue to watch a performance."

"Um."

Kita wanted to say more and give a more serious answer, but after playing all day, even she felt a little tired.

It was only my restless heart and the drive within that compelled my weak steps to move.

Once again, he rushed down the slope, laboriously wading through the water towards the boy.

Perhaps, there was also a hint of wanting to experience some different kinds of joy with him.

After all, this date might be the last.

The perceptive boy sensed that she didn't want to stay there any longer, so he pulled her away from the ride and gently smoothed her hair.

Do you care?

Kita asked with a smile. She had never drunk alcohol before, but at that moment she felt as if she were drunk, swaying unsteadily.

There was even a feeling that she wanted to lean into the arms of the boy next to her.

"It is a boyfriend's responsibility to save face for his girlfriend."

Seeing the serious expression beneath his faint smile, Kita couldn't help but curse inwardly.

Cunning.

Whenever she herself didn't know what kind of answer she wanted to hear, his reply was always clever yet just right.

Moreover, the offensive was too strong.

Kita didn't know what to do with the hand that had unknowingly wrapped around her waist.

Feeling Kita tighten his already slender waist and abdomen slightly, Ishikawa Hayato couldn't resist giving it a light touch, but after being looked at with a coquettish and slightly dissatisfied gaze, he immediately became obedient.

He simply savored the incredibly smooth touch and enjoyed the relaxed joy of holding his girlfriend.

After noticing that Kita was starting to look tired, Ishikawa Hayato suggested that they take a rest.

Kita naturally agreed.

The two sat in seats near the beverage shop at the back of the water park's main area, gazing at the band playing in the center of the venue.

After lingering for a moment on the brightly lit stage, Ishikawa Hayato looked away and turned to the opposite side.

Kita was resting her chin on her hands on the table, watching him. The girl's eyes were illuminated by the colors in the distance, but her gentle gaze remained fixed on him.

Her hair was half-dry from the blow dryer, with a few strands fluttering slightly.