Oh, you actually admitted it? Are you about to become a cat spirit or something?
Hachiman lightly poked Kamakura's belly, and the kitten dissatisfiedly nipped at his finger.
It rolled over, jumped straight off Hachiman's lap, and headed toward its bed.
Komachi, look. Kamakura's tsundere just like you.
Hachiman looked at Komachi, who had taken the opportunity to lie across his legs, and poked her cheek.
Komachi didn't say anything in protest. Instead, she placed Hachiman's hand against her face, indicating that he should gently stroke her delicate, pretty features.
The two of them quietly watched television like that until they fell asleep without realizing it. Hachiman's hand remained over Komachi's face the whole time. All around them were only their faint breaths, Kaa-kun's snoring as he slept, and the electrical hum of the television and air conditioner. Apart from that, there wasn't another sound in the silent night.
On the Beach
Early in the morning, Hachiman was still happily chatting with the Duke of Zhou in his dreams.
Ah~ Onii-chan, get up, get up! We're going to be late. Sister Yukino has already called to hurry us along.
Komachi, wearing only her underwear, threw herself onto Hachiman's bed and shook him hard to wake him up.
Hachiman drowsily propped up half his body and stared blankly at the generously exposed Komachi before asking, "What are you doing? Why are you in such a hurry? Couldn't you put your clothes on first?"
"It doesn't matter if Onii-chan looks. Even if I wasn't wearing anything, it wouldn't matter."
"Blech, who wants to hear that? Onii-chan, did you forget what we're doing today?"
"Today? Is there something important?" Hachiman continued staring at Komachi in bewilderment.
"Didn't we agree to go to the beach with Sister Yukino and the others?" Komachi said irritably.
"Get up already! We're going to be late! Sister Yukino has already called several times to hurry us along."
Komachi continued shaking Hachiman forcefully.
"Stop shaking me. I'm going to throw up."
Hearing that, Komachi immediately stopped, but Hachiman, caught off guard, continued toppling forward from the momentum.
Hachiman's face slammed heavily into Komachi's chest. His nose instantly went numb, and he instinctively reached out to support himself.
Instead, his hand sank into something soft. Hachiman opened his eyes and saw that his hand was pressing against Komachi's breasts.
No way. What is this? My little sister came into my room first thing in the morning wearing nothing but underwear, and now my hand is on her breasts? Hachiman felt as though he was beginning to question his entire life.
Tears immediately welled up in Komachi's eyes. It was unclear whether they came from pain or embarrassment.
"Onii-chan, haven't you had enough?" Komachi lay back on the bed, both hands limply sprawled beside her head.
Her long, snow-white legs drew inward, rubbing lightly against each other.
Hachiman heard the soft, sweet tone of Komachi's voice, froze for a moment, then hurriedly withdrew his hand.
Komachi before him was breathing slightly faster. Her face was flushed, and the rest of her exposed, snow-white skin had also taken on a faint pink hue.
Hachiman neither spoke nor dared look at Komachi.
Instead, he covered her with the blanket, took his clothes, and silently went to the bathroom to get dressed.
By the time Hachiman reached the living room, Komachi had already dressed and was quietly organizing the things they needed to bring.
When she saw Hachiman come out, Komachi blushingly handed over the things belonging to him. As he reached for the bag, he took the opportunity to hold Komachi's soft, boneless-feeling hand.
Komachi tugged once, but found she had no strength to pull her hand free from Hachiman's grasp, so she could only let him hold it.
Hachiman and Komachi walked along in silence until Yukino and Yui appeared in the distance.
"Hachiman-kun, being unpunctual isn't a good habit, especially when you're going on a date with girls."
As soon as they drew near, Yukino's cool voice reached them.
Hearing that, Hachiman didn't argue. He simply pressed his palms together and apologized to the two girls before him.
"I'm very sorry. I forgot to set my alarm."
"Forget it. Don't let it happen again."
"Now that you're here, hurry and get in the car. We've already wasted quite a bit of time waiting for you."
Yukino waved weakly and walked toward the car.
After Hachiman put the luggage in the trunk, he discovered that Yui and Komachi were already seated. Yui was listening to music through her earphones in the front seat and softly humming along to the rhythm.
Hachiman glanced at Yukino, who was standing beside the car door, and quietly asked, "Why aren't you getting in?"
"I haven't figured out how to deal with Komachi yet," Yukino said somewhat awkwardly.
"Why do you need to deal with her?"
Yukino's remark left Hachiman completely baffled.
"It's nothing."
Yukino impatiently stuffed Hachiman into the car, then followed him inside.
"By the way, where are we going?" Hachiman asked after Yukino instructed the driver to set off.
"Where else would you go with only one weekend?" Yukino rolled her eyes at him, then continued, "We'll just spend the day at a commercial beach nearby. I've already booked a hotel. We won't be going home tonight."
"Maybe we can go somewhere farther away when we have the time?"
"Okay."
"Huh? We're not going home tonight?" Yui removed one earphone and turned around to ask after hearing Yukino.
"That's right. We're staying at the hotel tonight. We don't have much time to begin with, and if we go home, we might not have enough fun."
"I see, but I didn't tell my family that I wouldn't be coming home tonight." Yui sounded hesitant.
"Call them later. I'll explain the situation to your mother."
Yukino made it sound like a trivial matter.
"Oh, then I'm relieved."
After saying that, Yui happily put her earphones back on and immersed herself in her own world.
"With Yui's intelligence, I feel like we could sell her off and she wouldn't even realize anything was wrong."
Hachiman quietly joked with Yukino.
"No. Why would we sell her? She wouldn't fetch much money."
"Well, if we sold her to someone as a wife, the price probably wouldn't be low."
"Oh? Would you be willing to part with her?" Yukino glanced at Hachiman.
Hachiman heard that and sheepishly shut his mouth.
Yukino looked at the silent Hachiman before her but said nothing, merely letting out an almost imperceptible sigh.
The atmosphere in the car became somewhat strange. Komachi, sitting to Hachiman's left, still hadn't recovered from the stimulating scene that morning and kept turning her head away to stare out the window.
Yui, meanwhile, was happily enjoying herself alone with her earphones on, bobbing her little head to the rhythm. Her hair, tied up into a dango, trembled along with it.
Yukino rested her head on Hachiman's shoulder. Her brilliant blue-black hair naturally slid down his arm, making his palm itch slightly.
Hachiman picked up the satin-like strands and played with them. The hair that the girl carefully maintained was especially fine compared with an ordinary person's.
Looking at the strands in Hachiman's hand, there wasn't a single split end. When he held them beneath his nose and gently sniffed, they carried a uniquely refreshing fragrance.
Perhaps because her hair tickled him, Hachiman sneezed several times, making Yukino laugh softly.
As for the driver, he acted as though he couldn't see the affectionate behavior between the young Second Miss of the Yukinoshita family and her boyfriend. His eyes remained fixed on the road ahead, completely ignoring the two people flirting in the back.
By the time they reached their destination, Yukino was half lying on Hachiman, using her hair to tickle his nose.
The driver silently put on his sunglasses, got out of the car, knocked on the window, and said, "Miss, we've arrived. You can get out now."
At the Beach
Hearing the knock on the window, Yukino instantly climbed up from Hachiman's lap. She tidied her appearance and composed herself in one smooth motion, then glared at the driver outside as though she wanted to kill him.
However, a driver for a wealthy family like the Yukinoshitas needed a strong heart, so the expressionless driver simply repeated what he had just said.
"Second Miss, we've arrived. You can get out now."
Yukino had no way to deal with the dead-faced man before her, so she could only angrily pinch Hachiman's thigh.
Ignoring Hachiman's pained howl from behind him, Yukino opened the car door. Without even looking at the driver beside her, she went straight to the trunk and took out the luggage.
Once Hachiman got out, she dumped the four people's luggage at his feet, grabbed Yui and Komachi, and headed toward the beach.
That left Hachiman silently wondering whether he ought to start exercising, or else one day this woman would exhaust him to death.
When Hachiman finally caught up with Yukino and the others, huffing and puffing as he carried all four people's belongings, Yukino was still taunting him.
"Why are you so slow?"
"I'm carrying four people's things. How fast do you expect me to walk?"
"And what did you put in here? It's so heavy."
Hachiman panted heavily, looking like a fish on the verge of dying of thirst.
"Nothing much. Just a beach umbrella."
Yukino wore a teasing expression, narrowing her eyes and covering her mouth as she snickered.
"Huh? Just an umbrella? May I ask how an umbrella can be this heavy?" Hachiman felt as though he had been played.
"Hachiman-kun, I don't think the luggage is too heavy. I think you're just too weak."
Yukino playfully stuck out her tongue.
Yukino took her swimsuit from Hachiman's luggage, then led Komachi and Yui toward the changing rooms.
"Hachiman-kun, go set up the umbrella and spread out the blanket. We'll be there soon."
After Hachiman finished setting everything up, he lazily lay on the blanket. Just as he was about to look at the bikini-clad beauties, his eyes were suddenly covered, and a familiar fragrance drifted over from behind him.
Without a word, Hachiman grabbed the hand covering his eyes. He applied a little force, and Yukino, who hadn't been paying attention, was pulled straight into his arms.
Yukino lay naturally in her boyfriend's embrace, giggling as she tilted her head back and pinched Hachiman's nose.
"Hehe~ Hachiman-kun, what were you looking at just now?"
"Nothing at all."
With his nose pinched, Hachiman's voice sounded somewhat muffled. "I spent half the day carrying a pile of things, then had to set everything up. I was exhausted when you arrived. What could I possibly have been looking at?"
"Is that so? But from this angle, Hachiman-kun, you can see quite a lot~" Yukino leaned against Hachiman's chest and looked at the bikini-clad beauties in the distance.
"No, they aren't nearly as pretty as you."
Hachiman solemnly declared his loyalty.
"You're rather good at sweet-talking. Fine, I'll forgive you."
"How do I look in this?" Yukino asked Hachiman for his opinion.
"Stand up. I can't see you properly like this."
From this angle, Hachiman's view could only be drawn to the collection of fat and glands before him.
With one arm around Hachiman's neck, Yukino even displayed her breasts without the slightest reservation.
Poor Mr. Hikigaya couldn't withstand such stimulation. Even his little Hachiman seemed eager to spring into action.
He patted Yukino's back to indicate that she should stand. Yukino obediently straightened up, stood before Hachiman, and spun around twice in place.
Looking at Yukino in her black-and-white striped bikini, Hachiman swallowed.
The girl before him was impossibly fair and exquisite, from her face all the way down to her toes.
She resembled a porcelain doll painstakingly carved by hand, beautiful enough to seem unreal.
Hachiman could only nod foolishly and say woodenly, "V... very beautiful."
"Oh~ Hachiman-kun, are you completely mesmerized?" Yukino felt extraordinarily pleased.
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