The Hikigaya Couple's Youth Romantic Comedy Is Definitely Not Wrong

Who wants to marry you?

Yukino's cheeks flushed red.

Didn't we already get married once?

Hachiman teased.

Right, how did you convince your mother back then? Hachiman asked, a little confused.

Yukino thought about how she had cried, thrown tantrums, and threatened to hang herself, and felt too embarrassed to say it out loud.

While the couple was basking in their affection, Mother Yukino withdrew her gaze from the window with a faint smile.

It reminds me of the old days.

Recalling the time she was dating Yukino's father, Mother Yukino, who had always been as calm as still water, couldn't help but show a hint of girlish charm.

Mother Yukino quietly left, taking Haruno with her, who had been trying to peek, and leaving the time for the perfect couple inside.

Chapter 38: Rumi, the Master Actress

The brilliant Mother Yukino and Haruno departed one after another, leaving only Yukino, Hachiman, and the necessary servants in the vast mansion.

The two stayed in the courtyard for a while, but Hachiman couldn't stand it anymore.

He quickly took off his outer jacket.

Yukino quickly took out her handkerchief and wiped the sweat from Hachiman's forehead.

Why are you dressed like this? Aren't you hot? Yukino said, looking at Hachiman's drenched back with concern.

It's alright, not too hot, just a little nervous just now.

Hachiman smiled, indicating he was fine.

I couldn't exactly wear my usual clothes, could I? What would your mother think?

Hachiman unbuttoned two buttons and flapped his collar, trying to let the airflow cool him down.

Alright, let's go inside.

Yukino hurriedly pulled Hachiman into her boudoir.

Mmm, I haven't lived here in a long time.

Hachiman looked around the room.

It's been a year or two. I moved out to live alone after starting high school.

Yukino's face showed a look of reminiscence.

Although it hadn't been lived in for a long time, the room was still kept very clean, without any musty smell.

These things seem untouched.

Yukino looked at the arrangement of items in the room.

Hachiman followed, surveying the surroundings. It was similar to the apartment near Sobu High School, still with that simple, unadorned style.

On Yukino's bedside table, Hachiman saw a photo frame facing away. He walked over and picked it up, only to find it was a picture of Yukino as a child.

When was this taken? Hachiman asked the real person behind him, looking at Yukino in a school uniform, white socks, and small leather boots.

Ah, this one, I remember it was in fifth grade.

Yukino tapped her chin, thinking.

She looks exactly like Rumi.

Thinking of the little one from this morning, Hachiman said with a smile.

Hmm, now that you mention it, we really do look alike.

Yukino took the photo and said in surprise.

Should I say it runs in the family? Hachiman joked.

Yukino didn't say anything, just lightly kicked Hachiman's calf and gave him a charming sidelong glance.

Hahaha, you were quite cute as a child.

Hachiman praised, seeing Yukino's childhood photo for the first time.

Didn't I tell you? All my elders praised me for being cute when I was little.

Yukino accepted Hachiman's compliment without any pretense.

I feel like you're becoming less and less polite.

Hachiman shook his head helplessly.

Why should I be polite to you? Yukino asked, confused.

Alright, alright, if you're not going to be polite, then I won't be either.

Hachiman lunged forward and pushed Yukino onto the bed.

Hey! What are you doing! Yukino asked angrily, having fallen onto the bed.

You said you didn't mind, didn't you?

Hachiman placed his hand on Yukino's shoulder, preventing her from sitting up.

Why are you so annoying?

Yukino said this aloud, but a smile played on her lips.

Be serious, no smiling. Do you know I'm being a pervert right now? Hachiman looked at Yukino coldly.

So, you mean I have to cooperate with you then?

Yukino was speechless.

Hachiman, who was on top of Yukino, twitched at the corner of his eyes, seeming to realize his words were a bit inappropriate.

At a loss for words, Hachiman could only angrily continue his actions. Yukino let Hachiman grope her, a faint smirk on her face.

Hair.

Yukino suddenly cried out in annoyance.

Hachiman lifted his hand, about to continue.

Yukino called out again, "Be careful, my hair."

Sorry, sorry.

Geez, what do you want! My hair broke.

Yukino unhappily brushed her hair aside and spread it out on the pillow.

Hachiman looked at Yukino with extreme embarrassment.

So, can you be more careful? Yukino looked at Hachiman, annoyed.

You've ruined my mood.

Yukino ignored Hachiman and sat up straight, looking at the few strands of hair scattered on the bed with vexation.

Hachiman panted heavily, but he hugged Yukino with unusual gentleness and whispered in her ear.

Alright, it's my fault. Please forgive me. I'll be gentler from now on, okay?

No matter what you say, it's impossible this time.

Yukino smiled at Hachiman, her triumphant expression overflowing.

Why? Hachiman asked, confused.

Because it's that time of the month~ So, it's impossible to continue, especially with you not messing up my hair.

Hachiman felt like his mind was about to explode. He was toiling away like a farmer, working hard for a long time, only for her to say the red dragon was dancing?

What's wrong, are you mad? Yukino poked Hachiman's energetic and indescribable…

Looking at it restlessly lifting its head, her face flushed slightly.

Why would I be mad? It's just that someone said they'd compensate me last time, and now they're doing this again, so I'm just wondering what exactly someone wants to do? Hachiman said, his tone anxious.

How about this, I'll help you get it out?

Yukino, feeling a little sorry for Hachiman, extended her hand.

No, I don't want to use my hands.

Then what do you want to do? Yukino asked, slightly confused.

What do I want to do? As Hachiman spoke, he directly pinched Yukino's cheeks.

You, mmmph.

Yukino, her mouth covered, could only make muffled sounds.

As a qualified maid, Yuriko was meticulously cleaning her master's house. Just then, she suddenly saw the second young lady's face flushed red as she covered her mouth and hurried towards the restroom.

Feeling a bit baffled, she instinctively followed, wanting to see if she could help her second young lady in any way.

When Yuriko got closer, she found the second young lady rinsing her mouth.

Are you alright? Yuriko couldn't help but ask with concern.

I'm fine.

Although the second young lady said she was fine, Yuriko somehow felt her complexion was off. In the end, her professionalism overcame her curiosity.

Since you're alright, I'll be going back to my work then.

Seeing Yukino nod, Yuriko returned to continue cleaning.

Hachiman, looking refreshed, got out of the Yukino Family's car. As he stepped into the house, he felt like he had forgotten something.

When he entered his room, he saw Rumi, who had a blank expression. The little girl glanced at Hachiman's empty hands.

Seeing Rumi coldly pressing the phone in her hand, Hachiman suddenly felt that something bad was about to happen.

Waaah~ Mommy~ Daddy was licking my feet just now.

Rumi looked at Hachiman coldly, but her tone was eerily similar to a aroused Yukino.

It's over.

Hachiman thought to himself.

Chapter 39: I Saw Through Your Performance, Yet Chose to Ignore It

Hachiman had never felt life was so bleak. Before him, Komachi, Yukino, and Rumi stared at him coldly, forming a scene of a triple interrogation.

Hachiman knelt, while the three women stood with their arms crossed, looking down at him with expressions that suggested he was scum.

"I really didn't expect this, Hachiman-kun," Yukino said, rushing over after Rumi's phone call. "That you would actually do something like this."

As Yukino spoke, Rumi snuggled into her embrace with a wronged expression.

"Daddy even bit me," she said, her voice trembling with tears.

Seeing her daughter's tear-streaked face, Yukino's anger flared. She slapped the sofa, intending to lash out, but unexpectedly hit a hard corner.

Yukino shook her hand in pain, her beautiful features contorted.

"Are you okay?!" Hachiman rushed forward, grabbing Yukino's hand and examining it carefully.

Seeing that Yukino was unharmed, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Who told you to stand up? Get back down and kneel."

Yukino glared, and Hachiman immediately cowered, obediently kneeling on the cushion and lowering his head, pretending to be a good boy.

Yukino blew on her slightly reddened hand and slapped the sofa cushion again.