The girl suddenly exerted her strength, and Shirou, caught off guard, stumbled into her incredibly soft embrace.
"Aoko...!?"
Shirou's eyes widened.
A pair of slender, graceful arms wrapped tightly around the boy's small body from behind.
The two round mounds pressing against his chest conveyed an indescribably wonderful sensation.
The girl's body heat enveloped Shirou's gradually cooling body all at once.
He couldn't help recalling an odd fact he had once heard from Fujimura Raika.
Apparently, only men could become sushi chefs because women's body temperatures were higher than men's.
"Let's stay like this for a while, Shirou."
Aoko murmured.
"You've saved my life twice before, and I haven't even had the chance to thank you."
"I can't help you with anything, so at least... let me hug you like this."
"..."
Shirou was speechless. In the end, he still reached out and hugged Aoko's smooth back in return.
The boy nestled in the arms of the girl wearing nothing but a bikini.
He could feel Aoko's body heat all over, and a warm, blissful feeling rose in his chest.
It was both excitement and reassurance... The heat gradually rekindled Shirou's chilled body.
Just then, Aoko, who had buried her face in Shirou's hair, suddenly brought her lips close to his ear.
"How is it, Shirou... does my body feel nice?"
"!"
Shirou jolted and nearly sprang to attention on the spot.
Aoko! That's not something a girl should say, is it?
Shirou shot her an accusatory look.
Then their gazes became entangled at an exceedingly close distance.
Shirou: "..."
Aoko: "..."
As if she had noticed something, Aoko shyly closed her eyes.
The cherry-colored lips of the girl glimmered with an alluring sheen as they puckered slightly, as though seeking affection.
Along with her warm breath, they lightly brushed