Chapter 222

Liang tried to pull her hand away from his, but couldn't, and said with dissatisfaction.

Being overly perceptive can actually be annoying.

Now that they're a couple, Ishikawa Hayato naturally wants to know more about her, even about personal matters.

"But if I hadn't found out, Ryo definitely wouldn't have told me, right?"

"Tell you?"

Liang turned her gaze towards her, her tone inexplicably firm. "Why?"

Seeing Ryo staring at him expressionlessly in that tone, Ishikawa Hayato immediately knew she was throwing a tantrum.

It was probably Hitori that altered her mood.

But he didn't seem to care and continued to chuckle.

"I can't wait until I feel unwell before I find out why, can I?"

Liang let out a long sigh, as if she had put down some burden, but she didn't say anything.

The two did not stop to talk. After Ishikawa Hayato finished speaking, they passed an izakaya (Japanese pub) and a few drunk middle-aged men came out.

Ryo glanced at them and then simply avoided them, moving closer to Ishikawa Hayato.

Ishikawa Hayato stepped back a couple of times, giving her room to retreat. Ryo took another step toward him, then paused.

He quickly noticed Liang's movement, smiled, and leaned closer. As they clasped hands, their arms almost touched.

Fortunately, Tokyo wasn't hot at all by September, and the evening breeze was even a bit chilly, so the two of them didn't feel uncomfortable with their arms close together.

"It won't affect what's going on this weekend."

Liang's tone softened inexplicably.

Ishikawa Hayato was taken aback, looking at her delicate face and the powerful aura she exuded despite her rarely showing any expression, and sighed.

"Does Liang think I'm in such a hurry?"

"Isn't that right?"

Liang turned to look at him, feigning confusion.

Emotions gradually surfaced on her initially indifferent face. Her beautiful, uniquely charming face was illuminated by the various streetlights, and her smiling gaze appeared quite elegant.

Upon seeing this rare sight, Ishikawa Hayato honestly said.

"I'm sorry, I'm really in a hurry. I want to show Sister Ryo the desires that I've been accumulating for over ten years as a high school boy."

Liang's gaze grew colder, but Ishikawa Hayato smiled happily.

He knew very well that paying too much attention to Liang's reaction would only make her more unhappy. She would regulate her own mood, and there was no need to delve into her thoughts unless it was a major issue.

He explained after a while.

"But that's not why I asked Liang about this. I just want to take things a step further and do what a boyfriend should do."

"I'll get angry if I tell you you didn't do it well."

The cool breeze and light clouds calmly withdrew their icy gaze.

Ishikawa Hayato chuckled twice, giving me a look that said he believed me.

With the increased intelligence, Ishikawa Hayato took Ryo home, took out her slippers and put them on the ground, then stood up straight and asked her.

"Shall we go and rest?"

But she didn't respond. Instead, her gaze passed past his profile and fell on the house, which had just been illuminated by the lights.

She turned her gaze back to Ishikawa Hayato's face, and reached out to tug at the hem of his shirt.

Like a lonely little child, it's like a plea.

"Play games with me for a while."

Her fragile voice evoked sympathy.

Ishikawa Hayato glanced at her timid expression; he could sense that it was half genuine and half feigned.

But it's still incredibly damaging, like having a cold and aloof cat.

You can touch her as much as you want, and if you try to tease her, she'll give you a lukewarm response, but she rarely takes the initiative to talk to you; she's usually just doing her own thing.

One day, when it comes to your side, it takes you by surprise by meowing sweetly, rubbing its head against you, and then rolling around on its belly in front of you.

Whether it was begging for food or some other reason, it felt like we could only let her be.

Liang's coquettishness is terrifying. This move is already quite damaging to Nijika who is of the same sex, and it deals three times the damage to the opposite sex.

When most people suffer such intense harm, they completely lose control and obediently listen to her.

But Ishikawa Hayato is different; the cuter the girl, the more he tries to take advantage of her.

He said with a hint of pride.

"Then come and hug me."

"Didn't you say you would take care of me?"

Liang still spoke in a slightly coquettish tone, tilting her head and asking softly.

She didn't seem angry at his failed attempt to act cute; her golden eyes gazed at him curiously.

Seeing his girlfriend, who was shorter than him but had a very older sister vibe, acting cute in front of him, Ishikawa Hayato was almost unable to resist.

He spoke very quickly.

"If Ryo does that, I'll prepare hot drinks and snacks, turn on the game console, and set up a cushion within 30 seconds, waiting for Ryo to play together."

Liang is wearing her school uniform today; she hasn't gone home yet after returning from school.

She, who has never liked to show her skin, wore a black long-sleeved shirt under her short-sleeved school uniform shirt in the summer, and her pleated skirt, like Hitori's, was not folded up like other youthful and energetic high school girls.

Below, she was wearing pantyhose.

Ishikawa Hayato saw that she looked thoughtful, then quickly lowered her head. Her long legs, encased in black pantyhose, were pressed together, the heels of her shoes touching, her feet emerging from inside the shoes.

A foot, not much bigger than his palm, emerged, stepping onto the slippers he had placed there, and quickly slipped inside.

She walked over in slippers, and this "older sister," who was almost a head shorter than him, leaned completely against his chest, her head against his neck, and her arms around his waist.

It's like entrusting your entire body to him.

Just as he was enjoying her cool, proactive embrace, she naturally leaned in, her fragrance, her body, her affection palpable.

He felt a chill and stepped back a little, then he felt a warm, moist breath close to his neck, and could even hear her soft breathing in his ear.

The breath and sound were itchy, an itch that went straight to the heart.

Because he was looking forward to it, he honestly didn't make a move against Liang.

Ryo responded to his expectation by gently kissing his neck, softly licking and sucking it.

Even Ishikawa Hayato felt his legs go weak from being sucked in for a moment.

The atmosphere froze, and the two people in the entryway lost all sense of time in this enchanting moment.

After a moment, the chill subsided a bit, and after putting on her slippers, she said casually.

"Go get to work."

"Receive."

Ryo, as his girlfriend, was incredibly alluring; Ishikawa Hayato felt as if the blood in his body had frozen.

Her slightly warm body and the small, lingering kiss seemed to be etched into his body, to remain there forever.

Furthermore, Ishikawa Hayato suspects that Ryo might know.

Kissing the throat signifies desire.

While the two were lounging at home, playing games, drinking beverages, and eating snacks, the three people working on the other side were listening to the band playing on stage for free and chatting.

Strictly speaking, however, it's two people.

Kita at the front desk; she had nothing to do with this interaction.

Nijika rested her elbows on the bar counter, propped her chin up with her hands, and watched the band performing on stage.

She no longer envies the bands playing in her own shop; those bands who managed to attract such a large audience even during their last-minute replacement performances are definitely no less impressive than those bands.

Moreover, they had only just begun their activities as a band, and the only performance they had been fully exposed to the public was that music festival performance.

The others were all minor incidents, or rather, they disappeared without making much of a splash.

But during this crucial period, all the band members started dating again.

Nijika pondered this, she couldn't help but turn her head to look to the side.

In her line of sight, Hitori, dressed in a school uniform, seemed to have regained some of her former self after leaving Ishikawa Hayato.

She kept her head slightly lowered, not daring to linger on one spot for long. She would look at the stage for a while, then look away, only to look back again a moment later.

But the next moment, Hitori's gaze turned to her.

Because he was facing Nijika, Hitori wasn't nervous.

Inside the brightly lit bar, Hitori clear gaze held a hint of doubt and unease.

"Nijika-chan, what's wrong...?"

After she finished speaking, she looked at herself, seemingly to check if she had gotten anything on her.

"Ah... no, no."

Nijika smiled, quickly denied it, and looked back at the stage.

Even after she shifted her gaze, she still vaguely sensed that Hitori was still watching her with suspicion.

Hitori's thoughtful gaze made Nijika, who was feeling very guilty, nervous, afraid... no, she felt that Hitori would definitely see through something.

After all, even Kita and Ryo could see through her hidden thoughts.

She simply put on a smile, turned to Hitori, and changed the subject.

"By the way, was it Hayato-kun's idea to change Bocchi-chan's appearance?"

Hitori was taken aback by her question.

"Ah, no, it's something I wanted to change myself..."

"Why..."

Nijika sighed in slight surprise, her gaze filled with doubt, but she didn't press her for an explanation.

But Hitori noticed her concern and replied.

"Because Falcon doesn't ask anything of me anymore. He said he'll take care of me and just want me to be happy, but I feel like it's not good to keep relying on him like this... so I want to make a change."

Nijika smiled; her lively smile looked very sunny.

"Hayato-kun is really nice."

"Um."

Hitori nodded affirmatively.

Nijika originally intended to end the conversation there, but seeing that Hitori still seemed to care, she hesitated for a moment before continuing.

Has Liang caused you any trouble lately?

Hitori, then shook his head.

"Liang Sang is still the same as usual."

"Is that so?"

After Nijika finished speaking, she also felt that her question was too mundane and did not seem like something she genuinely cared about.

This is simply not a perfunctory solution.