The Hikigaya Couple's Youth Romantic Comedy Is Definitely Not Wrong Chapter 44

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Yukino wondered how Hachiman managed to make so many high-quality girls and guys so devoted to him.

Komachi thought for a long time but couldn't figure out why she smelled like Hachiman, so she gave up.

"What are you doing!" Komachi suddenly screamed because the little one in her arms had just pinched her developing breasts.

"Oh!" Little Rumi exclaimed inexplicably.

Seeing that she wasn't responding, Komachi reached out and retaliated.

When Hachiman and Yukino walked out of the room with pleased expressions, Yukino, as she threw her stockings into the trash can, saw her own daughter and sister-in-law sprawled on the sofa, disheveled and flushed.

"Hachiman? What's going on?" Yukino asked Hachiman, who was equally bewildered.

"I don't know either..." Hachiman felt like his life was a lie.

"Could it be that those two got together?" Hachiman said, clutching his jaw.

"What should we do?" Yukino remained frozen, the ice-cold, intelligent girl unsure how to handle the situation.

"Let's go back to the room and sleep, pretend we didn't see anything."

Hachiman sighed and pulled Yukino, preparing to go back to their room.

"Huh? No, even if you won't let me shower, at least let me wash my feet!" Yukino protested, feeling the sticky sensation between her toes.

Hachiman didn't say anything. He picked Yukino up, took off his slippers, and tiptoed past them barefoot.

After a while, the two, having finished their shower, peeked out again to observe Komachi and Rumi's movements and found that they seemed to have already returned to their room.

Only then did Yukino and Hachiman cautiously come out and sit on the sofa.

"Hurry up~ Blow-dry my hair for me, it's so uncomfortable."

Hachiman took the hairdryer Yukino handed him and gently blew her hair dry when he felt the temperature was just right.

"You're really troublesome when you shower."

Hachiman grumbled.

"What? Are you already finding it troublesome?" Yukino said with a light laugh.

"Do you think I can maintain my figure without any upkeep?"

Hachiman remained silent, as Yukino's water-like skin was undeniable, and even her feet, which required the most care, showed no wrinkles.

"You didn't say anything when you were using it, and now you're calling me troublesome," Yukino said, shaking her head with a sigh.

"I..." Hachiman mumbled for a long time, unable to utter a word.

Yukino sighed softly.

"I feel like I'll become one of those frumpy housewives in the future!"

Yukino's sarcasm made Hachiman want to disappear into a crack in the floor, his old face flushing red with embarrassment.

He silently finished drying Yukino's hair and handed her a sheet mask.

"Hmph~" Yukino snorted haughtily, taking the mask from Hachiman and slowly applying it to her face. She then placed her feet in Hachiman's hands, signaling him to massage them.

"I've been so exhausted lately. Let's go for a massage this weekend?" Yukino asked Hachiman with her eyes closed.

"You've forgotten, we have a family dinner with your father this weekend," Hachiman said with a smile, gently massaging Yukino's soles.

"Oh, right, that's right. I forgot until you mentioned it," Yukino said, tapping her hand in realization.

"That's not really the main thing," Yukino said.

"The key is, have you thought about how you're going to deal with Hayama tomorrow?"

"Uh..." Hachiman's hands stopped, and his expression turned awkward.

"Ahem, not yet."

"You just wait, Hayama probably looks like he wants to kill you," Yukino said with a wicked grin.

"He hasn't contacted his sister in a long time. It's been a while since he last saw her, and you had to pull a stunt like this."

"What do you know? I'm trying to set them up," Hachiman said righteously.

"Is that so? Let's see if he'll accept your explanation," Yukino said before closing her eyes.

When the two returned to the room, they found Rumi already asleep in bed.

Hachiman smiled and tidied Rumi's clothes, covering her exposed fair belly.

After getting into bed with Yukino, Hachiman turned off the lights. Before long, the steady breathing of three people could be heard in the darkness.

Hachiman-kun, I need an explanation.

As soon as Hachiman walked into the classroom and sat down at his seat, Hayama blocked his path.

What explanation? Hachiman asked, feigning innocence.

Are you still playing dumb? Didn't you trick Haruno into coming to the class yesterday to laugh at me? Hayama recalled seeing his beloved suddenly appear when he finished rehearsing, and the incredibly expressive look on her face. He wished he could just die.

Haruno really went to see you yesterday? Hachiman said, feigning surprise.

You didn't know? Hayama looked suspiciously at the acting prodigy, Hachiman.

No, if I had known, I definitely would have come to watch the show.

Really?

Isn't that obvious? I wasn't even in the class yesterday, so I don't know what happened.

Speaking of which, what happened yesterday? Why are you suddenly like this today? Hachiman suppressed a smile and asked Hayama, who had faint bloodshot eyes, pretending to be curious.

It's nothing.

Hayama waved his hand and walked back to his seat, looking exhausted. He sat down in his chair with a look of utter despair, unable to muster any spirit no matter how much Miura tried to comfort him.

Hee hee hee, Hikki, you're so wicked.

Yui walked over, saying to Hachiman with a giggle.