Shimaura Hitomi Caught Red-Handed by Ayano

To amuse her?

Kiyoharu didn't think that, as a man, he could truly amuse her. It was nothing more than a malicious pleasure derived from bullying someone.

Airi's sweet, tender lips whispered like a demon's in his ear.

However, Kiyoharu merely trembled instinctively a few times before steadying his emotions. Without changing his expression, he pulled back slightly, facing Chihaya Airi directly.

Unlike those spoiled "young ladies," Airi possessed the pride of a lion pride leader. She had always been able to overcome difficult challenges since childhood. Therefore, when she wanted to take control of something, and that something happened to be a person, the person being controlled would feel an overwhelming pressure.

Even though Airi sat down in front of Kiyoharu, she had an air of looking down on him.

The clothes she was wearing today were chosen by Kiyoharu. When Airi mentioned this to Ayano, she was filled with joy because she could tell that Ayano recognized the taste of the outfit but was unwilling to admit it, which in turn annoyed her.

Airi lifted her tight-fitting one-piece dress to her waist, revealing her black stockings in their entirety, as well as the lace fabric peeking through from underneath.

She looked at Kiyoharu with a half-smile and slowly pulled down her stockings, lowering them to her upper thighs.

"Kiyoharu-kun, you help me take the rest off," Airi paused, then added, "Don't let me see that kind of situation, understand?"

In reality, she had already seen Kiyoharu's displeased expression. She said this intentionally to completely break down Kiyoharu's psychological defenses.

As expected, Kiyoharu showed a helpless expression and complained, "Young lady, do you remember the first time we changed clothes together?"

"Oh~ That must be a beautiful memory for Kiyoharu-kun, right?"

"It wasn't exactly beautiful, because even though the most beautiful thing in the world was right before my eyes, I had to forcibly suppress my instincts and couldn't appreciate it openly. It was very upsetting," Kiyoharu said with a defeated expression. "If you want to punish me for this, then please arrange it. Since I have to be punished anyway, I might as well take the opportunity to look my fill."

Thus, Kiyoharu stared intently at Airi's plump thighs, her full calves, and her delicate ankles. Following the gaze, he pulled down the stockings and then put on the shark-print leggings.

In his previous life, because some internet celebrities liked to wear these to push boundaries, they had been somewhat stigmatized.

If it were a well-trained and energetic girl like Airi, wearing yoga pants, she would be as dashing as the summer wind.

Kiyoharu merely enjoyed the view, without any extra movements, helping her put on the pants.

"What's with that perverted expression? Are you satisfied?"

"Yes, it was worth it even if I got punished."

Airi suddenly felt like laughing. A strange emotion surged in her chest again, but this time it wasn't uncomfortable. Instead, she found the man in front of her quite pleasing to look at.

A frank yet cunning Kiyoharu-kun…

"I'll let you off this time, little pig."

"…Who's little pig?"

"It's you. You always carried a backpack with a little pig pattern when you were in high school," Airi suddenly became indignant. "And every time there was a banquet, you just knew to eat and eat when you had free time!"

A banquet is exactly for me to eat and eat!

Anyway, you upper-class people love to show off and have good food but don't touch your chopsticks. Why not let this commoner son-in-law enjoy himself more? Kiyoharu thought.

Forget it. Although "little pig" is a bit silly, at least it doesn't have strong negative connotations. It's better than being called a little puppy.

I heard some young ladies like to train dogs.

Airi looked at herself in the mirror, seemingly satisfied yet also not. Kiyoharu understood immediately and suggested, "Your upper body is a skirt with a short outer layer now, which doesn't go with the shark-print leggings. Go home and change into a tracksuit with a zipper, it'll look great. Next time, wear that to the family tea party and do yoga with those relatives…"

"What I wear to the tea party is none of your business."

"Okay, meow."

Rather than calling him "little pig," Airi felt Kiyoharu was more of a combination of a pig and a cat, lazy yet mysterious.

It seemed people were accustomed to calling plump, round cats "pig-kitties."

But the nickname "pig-kitty" sounded too intimate, as if Airi were acting spoiled towards him, which was absolutely not allowed.

She would just call him "little pig."

After Airi had admired herself enough in the mirror, she ordered Kiyoharu to help her put the black stockings back on.

Her smooth, tender thighs, carrying a faint fragrance and warmth.

Just a few minutes after calming down, Kiyoharu had to endure another torment of congestion.

Fortunately, Airi didn't blame him. No, it was possible that Airi just wanted to see him endure it, finding pleasure in it.

Damn Red-Eyed Devil!

Walking out of the fitting room, Kiyoharu wiped the sweat from his brow.

Absolutely do not harbor any positive fantasies about Airi.

Seeing Kiyoharu emerge from the fitting room looking exhausted, Shimamura Hitomi felt as if a heavy iron disc was hanging in her heart, swaying downwards.

Imagining what they had done inside made her feel uncomfortable all over.

Her chest ached, and her vision blurred. Shimamura Hitomi knew her old problem had resurfaced. Every time she saw her senior and Airi being intimate, the jealousy deep within her would repeatedly wound her rationality, and the accumulated depression was driving her mad.

Therefore, she had to steal the Dream Catalyst to stabilize her state of mind.

For so many years, Shimamura Hitomi had relied on lewd matters to combat this old problem.

The Dream Wanderer was a hundred times more exhilarating than stealing clothes and doing it herself.

Shimamura Hitomi was so distracted that she didn't even bother picking out clothes and didn't place an order at this store, although Airi and Ayano both found items they liked.

It didn't matter, though. Shimaura Hitomi never dressed up anyway. Setting aside her psychological issues, looking disheveled made it less likely for the young lady to be wary of her, allowing her to stay by Kiyoharu's side like a little mouse stealing food.

After getting this hairstyle done today, she had reached her limit.

"Senpai, they sell phone cases here. Yours looks really old."

Passing by a small shop selling men's business accessories, Shimaura Hitomi suddenly said.

This reminded Kiyoharu. His phone case had indeed been due for a change for quite some time. He glanced at the style of accessories in the store and found they were exactly the simple and steady type that suited him. He quickly bought one and put it on, casually tossing his old case into a nearby trash can.

Shimaura Hitomi's peripheral vision firmly registered the location of that trash can.

After walking a short distance, Shimaura Hitomi's expression suddenly changed: "Oh no, I think I left something behind! Um, I, I'll go back and look for it. You guys go ahead and shop, don't worry about me!"

With that, she hurried away in a fluster.

Ayano watched Shimaura Hitomi run off, then narrowed her eyes. "I'm going to check out a members-only boutique for something I pre-ordered. Airi, you can have some one-on-one time with Teacher Chihaya."

"Tch, who wants one-on-one time with this guy," Airi said, though she accepted the suggestion and temporarily parted ways with Kitahara Ayano.

"That boutique your best friend likes, why don't you get a membership too?" Kiyoharu suggested.

Airi rolled her eyes. "She likes all sorts of weird things. I don't want her to constantly criticize my taste."

Meanwhile, Shimaura Hitomi rushed back to the trash can, looking around furtively as if she were a thief. After confirming no one was watching, she quickly reached in, pulled out Kiyoharu's old phone case, stuffed it into her shoulder bag, and completed the entire action in one smooth motion.

Her technique was incredibly skillful.

Suddenly, however, Ayano's voice rang out as if from nowhere, startling her: "Hmm, let me see, what is Little Tomi doing?"