Chapter 708
In fact, she had been holding Shirou tightly the whole time, as if afraid he would run away from her.
Arisu Kyōnoji always gave people a cold and aloof impression of being indifferent and uncaring, but now she showed her vulnerable side without reservation, which greatly shook Shirou.
A man who remains unmoved in this situation is less a testament to strong willpower and more an incurable lack of composure.
So, what should I do to put her mind at ease...?
Shirou's brain raced, and he finally came up with a solution.
He moved the fingers that had been stroking her black hair, then placed his palm on the witch's doll-like, exquisite face.
"Arisu is so cute tonight."
"...!!"
Arisu Kyōnoji's body trembled violently.
Then, a faint smile appeared on her upturned face.
"Hmm, Shirou... you can just call me Arisu tonight..."
With that, the witch closed her eyes.
That expression, reminiscent of Sleeping Beauty, seemed to be urging Shirou to take his next step.
Shirou knew what he had to do. He slowly lowered his head and pressed his lips to the black-haired girl's.
Arisu long, drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, making a lovely sound.
"Mmm... Chirp?"
Shirou kissed the insecure girl in his arms with abandon, for several seconds, even tens of seconds—
They kissed until they could barely breathe before they temporarily released Arisu's lips.
They took a brief moment to catch their breath, and then kissed again.
They were all very enthusiastic this time, their teeth almost clashing together.
"Hmm... really... Shirou -Shirou is too forceful... be a little gentler..."
"I'm sorry. But, Arisu is also partly to blame; after all, you were so cute tonight..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
After that, they embraced and kissed for a long time.
When their lips finally parted, Arisu's dark pupils were already moist, tinged with a sentimental and blissful light.
They seemed to have forgotten something, enjoying their time together so much.
Shirou and Arisu turned around in unison and saw Aoko sitting cross-legged on the sofa with a displeased expression.
He felt incredibly aroused after witnessing Shirou and Arisu's passionate kiss, yet he was unable to penetrate that inviolable sanctuary.
The True Magic User was sulking to herself.
"Aoko."
Shirou, with Arisu in his arms, came to Aoko's side.
"Hmph~"
The True Magic User tossed her magnificent red hair and turned her face away.
"You two don't need to worry about me, just have fun... I should probably go to bed soon."
"..."
Shirou and Arisu exchanged a glance and then smiled.
Shirou pulled his hand away from Arisu's waist and grabbed Aoko, who was trying to get up.
Then, he cupped Aoko's cheeks in his hands and kissed her directly.
"Wait... stop it... what are you doing...!"
Aoko tried to push Shirou away.
Although she seemed to be resisting fiercely, Shirou knew Aoko's personality well: no one could force her to do what she truly hated.
Force.
If Aoko hadn't objected, Shirou would probably have been punched into his room downstairs by now.
Shirou then pulled the half-hearted Aoko to the side of the double bed and laid her down on it.
Lying down, Aoko looked even more alluring than when she was standing, exuding a mature fragrance that she didn't usually have.
Red hair covered the bed, flowing like a crimson river.
Her well-built body was slender and well-proportioned, without an ounce of excess fat, yet her curves were so full that they were almost unbearable to look at.
The fitted top hugged her round, high breasts, and the lines from her waist to her hips were like an hourglass, inviting contemplation.
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"I hate you... I hate you the most..."
Forced into this situation, Aoko finally shyly revealed her true feelings.
"Shirou and Arisu were so engrossed in their own affectionate moment... leaving me standing there..."
Those are lines that anyone who knows Aoko Aozaki would never imagine.
The usually dashing and heroic Fifth Magician spoke in a tone as if she were a high school girl coaxing her boyfriend in the throes of passion.
"I'm sorry, I'm reflecting on my actions," Shirou said.
"I can't feel any sincerity at all."
Aoko hummed softly, her eyes glazed over.
She wants to be talked to by Shirou, she wants to be cared for by Shirou.
She wanted to be pampered like a princess by him, and she wanted to be broken like a toy by him.
She conveyed her feelings to the boy.
"Understood, tonight I'll start by pampering Aoko."
"May I?"
Aoko looked past Shirou's shoulder at the boy's friend who was standing close behind him.
Arisu kissed the boy's neck and said softly, "I have no objection. Anyway, we'll both end up being loved by Shirou."
Even if it's just Aoko and Arisu tonight, Shirou could handle it without any problem, even if he called Sister Touko over as well.
Although both of them eventually received affection, Shirou was still very happy to be the first to experience it.
"Okay, then..."
Aoko hooked her arm around the boy's head and whispered in his ear, robbing him of his last shred of reason.
The chandelier in the luxury suite was turned off, leaving only a dim, yellowish table lamp.
Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of the high-rise hotel lies a brightly lit ancient street.
On the domed double bed, overlapping figures were visible.
The clock hand on the wall points to the Rome numeral VII.
The night is both long and short.
The next morning, sunlight streamed into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Shirou was the first to open his eyes in bed.
On his left and right sides were Aoko and Arisu, who were still asleep.
Aoko clung to his arm, while Arisu leaned against his chest, both of them revealing adorable, unguarded sleeping faces.
"..."
Shirou glanced at the clock; it was five in the morning.
He probably went to bed around 4 a. m. yesterday, which means he only slept for an hour.
"I'll take a shower and then go back to sleep," he thought, carefully pulling away from Aoko and Arisu, and leaving the messy double bed.
The room was filled with a complicated smell. Shirou stepped over the clothes and crumpled papers scattered on the floor and strode into the bathroom.
After a relaxing shower, Shirou stood in front of the mirror drying his hair.
There was a rapid knocking on the door.
"... thump, thump, thump."
Shirou frowned.
It's still 5 a. m., who could it be?
It couldn't possibly be hotel service during this time period.
He decided to ignore the knocking, but to his surprise, the knocking didn't stop; instead, it became even more intense.
"Thump, thump, thump... thump! thump! thump!"
Are you kidding me... Aoko and Arisu are sleeping!
This was Shirou's first time staying in such a high-class hotel. Were all the staff at places like this like this?
"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!!!"
They were practically banging on the door.
If this continues, the two people in bed will be woken up.
Shirou had no choice but to rush to open the door, without even having time to put on his clothes, only wrapping a bath towel around his waist.
I'm definitely going to file a huge complaint and get Arisu's dad to fire this guy...!
With that thought in mind, Shirou opened the door to the room.
"..."
The person who appeared outside the door stunned Shirou.
The other person was not wearing a hotel staff uniform.
No... even disregarding attire, that aggressive demeanor doesn't seem like the kind of professionalism expected of someone working in the service industry.
Standing outside the door was a woman dressed entirely in pink.
Her long, slightly wavy pink hair was styled into pigtails, and her pink dress and jewelry all looked like high-end designer brands.
The woman possessed a stunningly luxurious beauty; the exquisiteness of her features was even comparable to that of Arisu, and her blue eyes and fair skin spoke of her Caucasian heritage.
The moment the door was opened, the woman in pink made a fuss.
"Why did this fairytale girl skip my invitation?!"
She placed her left hand, wrapped in a silk glove, on her beautifully shaped chest.
Although she behaved with the elegance of a young lady, her upright face revealed an undisguised willful anger.
"He promised to come to my concert, so why didn't he show up last night?"
I, Liddell, the most popular super-dubbed England teen idol on Earth, have been waiting for you all night!!!
What should have been a quiet and peaceful morning was ruined by the angry shouts of the pink-clad woman.