Hayama, Utterly World-Weary

"Sweetie~ Do you want more?"

"Yes!" Little Rumi tossed her phone aside, then moved her long legs covered in black stockings and dashed onto the bed in just a few strides.

She lay across Hachiman's legs, found a comfortable spot, and began enjoying herself.

"Is it heavy?" Hachiman asked softly.

"Mm, it's just right~" Little one said in a childish voice with her eyes closed.

"Really? Tell me if it gets too heavy."

Hachiman instructed her.

Hachiman heard Rumi agree, so he stopped talking and carefully cleaned his daughter's ears.

"Ehehehe~" Perhaps the tickling had made her itch, for Little one twisted her body and giggled sweetly.

"Don't move. What if I accidentally poke you?" Hachiman stopped helplessly and looked at Little one squirming in his arms.

"It tickles~" Little one looked at Hachiman with her beautiful, wide eyes, her face filled with amusement.

"Bear with it for a little while. It'll be done soon."

Hachiman stroked Little Rumi's head as he spoke.

Rumi said nothing and obediently lay back in her original position.

Yukino stretched beside them, lazily watching the interaction between father and daughter. Bored, she yawned.

She secretly extended her little foot wrapped in black stockings and gently rubbed it against Hachiman's waist. When she saw his body stiffen, the girl smiled and moved closer to him.

"Phew~" Yukino pressed herself against Hachiman's back. After pushing her petite breasts against him, she leaned to his ear and slowly blew air into it.

She wrapped her arms around Hachiman's neck. Seeing Little Rumi's eyes closed, Yukino made an even bolder move.

The girl stuck out her little tongue and carefully licked Hachiman's ear, occasionally pushing it deeper inside.

Hachiman felt a warm, wet little fish swimming recklessly around his ear, but he couldn't stop what his hands were doing.

All he could do was endure Yukino's teasing and secretly decide to teach the lecherous girl a lesson later.

Yukino noticed that Hachiman continued with his task. She smiled silently, then opened her mouth and took half of Hachiman's ear inside, sucking hard.

At the same time, she slipped one small hand beneath Hachiman's back and slowly caressed his spine.

"Ha~" The girl exhaled and released Hachiman's ear. Just as he relaxed, thinking it was over, Yukino kissed his neck and wantonly planted several small hickeys on it in succession.

Yukino raised her head, pulled her hand out, and brought it around in front of Hachiman. She slipped her fingers into his mouth, scraping his palate and teeth while teasing his tongue.

Feeling Hachiman suck on her fingers, Yukino suddenly felt a little excited.

"Hurry~" Yukino urged Hachiman to finish dealing with Little Rumi.

Hachiman hurriedly finished cleaning both of Little Rumi's ears within ten minutes, then sent her over to Komachi.

After locking the door, Hachiman smiled at Yukino. "What? Have you made up your mind?"

"Dream on."

Yukino rolled her beautiful eyes.

"Then why were you telling me to hurry?" Hachiman immediately lost interest.

"I just wanted to try something else."

Yukino spoke with a flushed face.

"Try what?"

He held Yukino's slender foot. The smoothness of the silk and the girl's body heat mingled together, giving Hachiman a different kind of sensation. Under the influence of that feeling, however, his mood suddenly calmed for some reason.

"Mm, I'm not sure. I just wanted to try what I was thinking about."

Yukino smiled with interest. Her jade-green eyes rippled with tenderness, intoxicating like a land of gentle bliss.

Chapter 63: Hayama, Utterly World-Weary

"Why did you come out?" Komachi looked at Little Rumi in confusion.

The little girl said nothing at first. She suddenly threw herself into Komachi's arms and rubbed her head against Komachi's breasts, which were about the same size as her mother's, if not slightly larger.

After hugging Komachi and sniffing her, Little one finally spoke. "Daddy said he had something to discuss with Mommy, so he told me to come out and play for a while."

Komachi secretly cursed. She had nothing to say about those two committing lewd acts in broad daylight, so she let Little Rumi cling to her.

"Why are you hanging off me again?" Komachi asked, puzzled.

"Auntie smells like Daddy!" After saying that, Little one buried her head in Komachi's arms again.

"Huh?" Komachi was stunned. What did it mean that she smelled like her brother?

However, Komachi instinctively overlooked the fact that she herself often clung to Hachiman. In winter, she would always sneak into Hachiman's bed, hug her brother like an octopus, and absorb his warmth.

Every winter, Hachiman was always jolted awake by a burst of coldness. He knew it was Komachi without even opening his eyes.

When Hachiman wanted to sleep until he naturally woke up and therefore suggested that Komachi sleep with him, she had even cursed him for being a pervert.

Sometimes, when Yukino entered the house, she would see the siblings snuggled together watching television. Little Rumi, ignored beside them, would puff up like a bun and look at Yukino pitifully.

At times like that, Yukino would wonder how Hachiman had managed to make so many high-quality girls and boys fall for him.

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

"What are you doing!" Komachi suddenly shrieked because the little girl in her arms had begun squeezing her still-developing breasts.

"Oh!" Little Rumi exclaimed in surprise.

When Little Rumi gave no response, Komachi reached out and retaliated.

When Hachiman and Yukino emerged from the room wearing equally satisfied expressions, Yukino tossed her stockings into the trash. What she saw was her daughter and sister-in-law sprawled on the sofa in disheveled clothes and flushed faces.

"Hachiman? What is going on?" Yukino asked, utterly bewildered, while Hachiman was just as confused.

"I have no idea..." Hachiman looked somewhat as if he were questioning his life.

"Could those two have gotten together?" Hachiman said through his teeth.

"What do we do?" Yukino remained frozen in place. Even the exceptionally clever girl had no idea how to deal with this situation.

"Come on. Let's go back to our room and sleep. Pretend we didn't see anything."

Hachiman sighed and pulled Yukino toward the room.

"Wait! At least let me wash my feet if you won't let me take a bath!" Yukino protested to Hachiman, feeling the sticky sensation between her toes.

Hachiman said nothing. He picked Yukino up, took off his slippers, and slipped silently behind the two barefoot.

After some time, the two finished bathing and poked their heads out to check on Komachi and Rumi. They found that the two seemed to have already returned to their room.

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

"Hurry~ Help me dry my hair. I'm dying over here."

Hachiman took the hair dryer Yukino handed him and gently dried her hair once the temperature was just right.

"You're such a hassle when you bathe."

Hachiman complained.

"What? You already find it troublesome?" Yukino said with a soft laugh.

"Do you think I can maintain my figure without taking care of myself?"

Hachiman fell silent. After all, Yukino's skin was smooth as water all over, and even the hardest-to-maintain parts, like her feet, didn't have a single wrinkle.

"You didn't say anything when you were enjoying it, but now you find me troublesome."

Yukino shook her head, her face filled with exasperation.

"I..." Hachiman mumbled for a long while, unable to say anything.

Yukino sighed mournfully.

"I have a feeling I'm going to become one of those worn-out old wives in the future!"

Yukino's sarcasm made Hachiman want to find a crack in the floor to crawl into. His old face flushed with embarrassment.

He silently dried Yukino's hair, then tore open a sheet mask and handed it to her.

"Hmph~" Yukino gave an arrogant little snort, accepted the mask from Hachiman, and slowly applied it to her face. At the same time, she slipped her foot into Hachiman's hand, signaling him to massage it.

"I've been exhausted lately. Shall we go get a massage this weekend?" Yukino asked Hachiman with her eyes closed.

"You've been so busy that you forgot. This weekend, we're still having a family dinner with your father."

Hachiman smiled as he spoke, continuously and gently massaging the sole of Yukino's foot.

"Oh right, there's that too. I'd forgotten if you hadn't mentioned it."

Yukino finally remembered and tapped her hand.

"Actually, it's nothing."

Yukino said this.

"The important thing is, have you figured out how to deal with Hayama tomorrow?"

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

"Ahem, not yet."

"Just watch. Hayama probably looks like he wants to kill you."

Yukino wore a mischievous smile.

"He hasn't had any contact with my sister for a long time. When he finally saw her this time, it was in that kind of situation, and then you pulled something like this on him."

"What do you know? I'm helping bring the two of them together."

Hachiman spoke righteously.

"Really? We'll see whether he accepts that explanation."

After saying this, Yukino closed her eyes.

When the two returned to their room, they found Rumi already lying on the bed asleep.

Hachiman smiled as he straightened Rumi's clothes, covering her exposed white belly.

After getting into bed with Yukino, Hachiman turned off the light. Before long, the steady breathing of the three filled the darkness.

"Hachiman-kun, I need an explanation."

Hachiman had just entered the classroom and sat down at his desk when Hayama suddenly blocked his way.

"An explanation for what?" Hachiman asked innocently.

"You're still pretending? Wasn't it you who tricked Haruno into coming to the classroom to watch me make a fool of myself?" Hayama recalled suddenly seeing the girl he loved after finishing his rehearsal, along with the extraordinarily vivid expression on her face. He wished he could simply die.

"Haruno really went to see you yesterday?" Hachiman pretended to ask in surprise.

"You didn't know?" Hayama looked suspiciously at the acting expert Hachiman.

"No. If I'd known, I definitely would have come over to watch the fun."

"Really?"

"What kind of stupid question is that? I wasn't even in the classroom yesterday. I had no idea what happened."

"Speaking of which, what happened yesterday? Why are you suddenly acting like this today?" Hachiman suppressed the laughter in his heart and pretended to ask curiously, looking at Hayama's faintly bloodshot eyes.

"It's nothing."

Hayama waved his hand and walked back to his seat somewhat wearily. He sat there with a completely world-weary expression, unable to regain his spirits no matter how much Miura consoled him.

"Hehehe, Hikki, you're so mean."

Yui came over and spoke to Hachiman with a giggle.