Room Assignments Are Settled (Continued)

In an instant, he felt the warm body in his arms stiffen, and then Kamuro lowered her head to his shoulder, preventing him from seeing her face.

Soon, Aoyama felt two warm, soft petals on his shoulders.

"This is punishment for that arrogant bastard's sneak attack."

After some indistinct sounds were heard, Aoyama felt a slight pain in his shoulder.

Night.

After a short rest and chat following the meal, Hasebe suggested setting off fireworks together, his expression full of anticipation.

"Then let it go."

Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, Aoyama nodded to indicate that there was no problem.

Soon, the girls, each wearing a coat, gathered on the deck, each carrying the fireworks they wanted to play with.

Aoyama lit several sticks of incense for worship and distributed them to the girls. Those who needed a lighter to light their own incense had to ask him.

"Whoosh--Bang!"

Amidst the girls holding colorful, dazzling sparklers, Aoyama played with his favorite type of firework.

It emits a piercing scream that cuts through the night sky before exploding; it doesn't look very appealing, but it's actually quite fun to play with.

"Let's have a competition to see who can fly the highest." Ichinose took out a box of jellyfish fireworks, which are fireworks that emit light when lit and then spiral upwards into the sky.

As seven beautiful arcs disappeared into the night sky, Aoyama was also dragged into the competition and lit a jellyfish firework.

With a faint sense of anticipation, the fireworks began to spin on the ground, then climbed higher, before suddenly going silent less than three meters in the air.

"Congratulations to Shiki for getting eighth place," Hasebe said gloatingly.

"There's foul play involved; I demand a rematch."

Take out another jellyfish firework, Aoyama lights it under everyone's watchful eyes, but this one is even more limp than the last one.

Because it simply stopped working.

"... Let's move on to the next one."

Without changing his expression, Aoyama took out his most impressive firework, a two-pound cone-shaped fountain-style firework.

Amidst everyone's anticipation, the fountain-style fireworks were ignited. After a series of crackling sounds, colorful fireworks shot out, creating a dazzling, multicolored flower wall.

"Wouldn't it be a shame not to take pictures, Airi?"

Holding Aoyama's hand, Sakura walked to the burning fireworks and called out to Ichinose had a camera hanging in front of her.

"Yes, I think so too." With excitement flashing across her face, Sakura pressed the shutter to take a picture of the two people leaning against each other in front of the fireworks.

"I want one too."

"Let me take one too."

After Ichinose finished filming "Let Go of Aoyama, "Karuizawa immediately took her place, followed by Hasebe, Kamuro, and Yamamura.

After the fireworks went off, just as Sakura finished taking her picture, the colorful fireworks went out.

Among the girls, all except Asahina have taken photos with Aoyama.

"That bastard Shiki is used to spending money recklessly, how could he only buy one?"

With a hint of regret in Asahina's eyes, Kamuro took out another fountain firework, lit it, and then pushed Asahina next to Aoyama.

She didn't dislike Asahina because Asahina repeatedly tried to hang out with her despite her cold attitude, so she started to Asahina a friend.

She didn't seem to care much about Asahina Aoyama.

All the mistakes were made by Aoyama Huaxin.

"You should smile when taking photos."

Asahina was somewhat surprised by Kamuro's actions, Aoyama put his hand on her shoulder and gave her a gentle smile.

"Um."

Nodding slightly shyly, Asahina focused her attention and flashed a cute smile at the camera.

"Great, give me a peace sign again." Sakura took over the photo-taking duties again, giving instructions with a smile.

"Yay!" X2

Under the flash of the camera, a shy, happy, and adorable girl and a smiling boy made a peace sign together, and the photo was saved in the camera.

Next came group photos with two or more people.

What was supposed to be a fireworks display turned into a photo opportunity without us even realizing it.

As night deepened and everyone finished showering, the process of assigning rooms officially began.

The first room to choose from was Kamuro, which lived up to Aoyama's expectations and won first place in the afternoon's fishing competition.

With a huge harvest of four, they crushed Ichinose ranked second with two.

"I'll sleep in this room."

Despite her shyness, Kamuro chose the yacht's master bedroom, which meant sharing a room with Aoyama.

Amidst the mocking gazes of the crowd, she made her selection, immediately opened the door, and slipped into the room.

"Then I'll take this one."

With a slight regret, Ichinose chose the second largest room.

Soon, everyone's rooms were assigned, and Aoyama went to his own room after the assignments were completed.

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Chapter 280 without any eroticism

"Why did you come in so quickly? It's not even ten o'clock yet."

Not long after he sat down on the edge of the bed, Kamuro heard the door being pushed open.

Upon realizing that the visitor was Aoyama, she immediately tensed up, her little hands involuntarily gripping the bedding on the bed.

Even though she had chosen to share a room with Aoyama, she still felt uneasy when they actually shared a bed.

"Then of course it's you, Masumi."

She wore a pure white short-sleeved shirt with a small black cat pattern on the chest, and her short, gray shorts were mostly covered by the hem of the shirt. Her long, beautiful, fair legs were pressed together.

Coupled with the shy expression on Kamuro's delicate face, Aoyama immediately felt a surge of desire.

Noticing the fervor in Aoyama's eyes, Kamuro quickly stood up. "Oh, right, my hair isn't completely dry yet."

"By the way, I've never blow-dried Masumi's hair before, this is a perfect opportunity."

Following Kamuro directly, Aoyama entered the small bathroom.

Because it was too cramped, he simply lifted Kamuro onto the washbasin and sat him down, then picked up the hairdryer hanging on the wall, facing him.

"I can handle this myself."

"I know."

Gently looking at Kamuro, whose face had already regained its rosy hue, Aoyama picked up the long hair that had fallen onto his white robe.

He held the hairdryer as if it were a precious treasure, gazing into Kamuro's shy purple eyes.

Although she had lost her usual dashing demeanor, Aoyama found the shy Kamuro incredibly adorable and didn't want to look away for even a second.

"Don't stare at me..."

"Don't you think that's a bit unreasonable, Masumi?" Aoyama replied earnestly to Kamuro in a very gentle tone.

"Where is it being unreasonable..."

"It's impossible for me to do anything without watching Masumi, who's already ridiculously Masumi."

"Ugh—I don't even know how many times I've said this, these sweet nothings, what a bastard." Head bowed, Kamuro felt a surge of pleasure.

Just when she thought her embarrassing journey was finally over after the hair dryer stopped working, Aoyama's two large hands lifted her long hair again, and he took a step forward.

The scent emanating from the man made her body stiffen again.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to make Masumi, who's already ridiculously cute, even cuter." Aoyama gathered the still-warm purple hair in his hands. "Give me the hairband, Masumi."

"We're about to go to sleep, why bother with getting a hairstyle? It's pointless."

Knowing what Aoyama was doing, Kamuro felt a surge of anticipation and took out a hairband from his pocket, handing it to Aoyama.

"Hehe, Masumi, you're just all talk and no action."

With a light laugh, Aoyama took the hairband from Kamuro's hand and, under Kamuro's slightly annoyed hammering, divided his loose purple hair into two strands and tied them into high twin ponytails.

Her long, delicate neck, as slender as jade, was no longer hidden by her long hair.

"That's so childish." Kamuro, fiddling with the ponytails that hung down on either side of her body.

"But it's cute, isn't it?"

Holding Kamuro's firm thighs in his hands, Aoyama lifted her up from the washbasin.

Because he needed to maintain his balance, Kamuro had to lean on Aoyama, pressing his shoulders and shifting his weight onto him as much as possible.

"I want to kiss you, Masumi."

After placing Kamuro's soft body on the bed, Aoyama gently stroked Kamuro's cheek with his hand.

From the moment he entered the room, an immense desire surged within him.

"How am I supposed to answer something like this, you bastard?" Kamuro murmured softly, closing his eyes.

Seeing the burning desire in Aoyama's eyes, her heart began to race, and she felt a urge to hug him, but she restrained herself.

She wanted to feel the warmth emanating from Aoyama's body more intensely.

"I love you the most, Masumi."

Aoyama spoke with utmost gentleness into Kamuro's ear, lightly nibbling Kamuro's delicate earlobe.

Then, before he could make the next move, a pair of strong, delicate arms wrapped around his body and crossed behind his waist.

"Hurry up."

"Yes."

Because the soundproofing was somewhat poor, the strange noise also reached the ears of the two women in the next room.

"Um... let's go to the deck and get some fresh air, Haruka." Sakura, her face flushed, completely oblivious to her surroundings, and pressed her ear against the Hasebe.

With her experience, she could naturally tell what the sound was, but just imagining what was happening in the next room made her body feel a little hot.

Hasebe blushed as she removed her ear from the cold wall, then looked at Sakura, who was fidgeting.

"How was the experience with the Shiki? Was it comfortable?"

From the moment he opened his mouth, Hasebe with lewd and inappropriate language. She knew he had done all sorts of things to Sakura and Aoyama.

Being in the prime of her youth, it was impossible for her not to be curious about those things, so she took this opportunity to ask directly.

"Haruka-- " Sakura turned away shyly when faced with Hasebe's probing gaze.

How could she possibly say something like that?

"Tell me, Airi." Undeterred, Hasebe jumped onto the bed and went behind Sakura to hug her neck.

"Aren't we best friends? I won't tell anyone."

Sakura remained unmoved by Sakura resolve not to answer, saying, "It's not about whether or not to tell anyone."

"Hey, Airi, if you don't tell me, I'll ask Shiki tomorrow."

"Please don't do this, Haruka..."