Hiko squeaked as she watched the view in front of us with smoke dust left behind by Maaya.
"R-Ruki, she’s so fast!"
"Not for long." My thumbs worked the pedals smoothly, accelerating into a hairpin turn.
Hiko’s thighs pressed against mine as she leaned with the motion.
Despite the situation, I still managed to slip a hand around her waist, steadying her, and maybe squeezing just a bit more than necessary.
Maaya glanced over, spotting our cozy setup. Her car clipped a barrier and sent sparks flying. "Shaless pervert! Get your hands off Nee-sama’s hips!"
I ignored her and hit the nitro button. While she slowed down from that obstacle, we overtook Maaya mid-straightaway. And from there, we continued gaining a lead while the competitive girl tried to chase after us.
As the finish line lood ahead, Hiko cheered. Maaya cursed under her breath, mashing buttons in a desperate rally but it was too late.
VICTORY blared in front of our screen, followed by Hiko rejoicing in our win.
She twisted in my lap, planting a quick victory kiss on my lips right there, her tongue darting out shyly, "We won, Ruki!"
Maaya slamd her wheel, clearly not wanting to accept the loss. "Rematch! No lap-sitting next ti!"
"No lap-sitting? Maaya, just be honest. You want to experience it too, right? Co here.” I smirked as I helped Hiko up.
Her cheeks were flushed, eyes glassy from the adrenaline. And perhaps, the press of my cock against her ass during that last turn affected her.
Maaya grumbled but like I expected, she didn’t really reject my invitation.
With Hiko giggling at the side, she climbed up, taking her older sister’s spot as we went for another race. Against the computer, of course. This tsundere just wanted to experience the sa thing as her sister, after all.
By the ti we finished that race, Maaya was a flushed, giggling ss in my lap. Her competitive snarls lted into soft squeals as our car barreled over the finish line.
Like Hiko, I had one of my hands around her waist, my fingers splayed possessively across her flat stomach. And that’s enough to get her like this.
“Alright. Let’s get the tickets and trade them in for your alpaca.” I tightened my hold on her as we stood up together.
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At the prize counter, Maaya clutched her lopsided alpaca like a trophy, its crooked bowtie mirroring her triumphant smirk. "Mine. Don’t touch."
“You’re forgetting sothing, Maaya. Hiko and I won that bet, right? Let’s go and get so ice cream before I turn you over to them.”
Upon saying that, I nodded toward the arcade entrance, where the chauffeur stood rigidly, flanked by his suited companions.
Their eyes locked onto us with expressions of a mix of resignation and barely veiled disapproval.
Maaya’s triumphant smirk faltered as she followed my gaze, her grip tightening on the alpaca until its stuffing strained.
"Shaless guy... You knew they were there the whole ti?"
Hiko peeked over my shoulder, her fox keychain jingling against her bag. "Ruki... They’re waiting. You said you’ll escort us ho."
"Mhm. I will. I’ll join you in the car if they let . Of course, we can also run away from them but it won’t be good for both of you.”
“Idiot... We’ll get to that later. Ice cream first.” Maaya huffed as she squeezed my hand.
“Right. Let’s get it sowhere we can be alone.
With that, we walked towards the door and sauntered past the chauffeur.
The old man cleared his throat, adjusting his tie. "Misses Itou, your father has been inford. The car is–"
"Later," Maaya cut him off sharply, though her voice wavered, eyes darting to for backup. "We’re getting ice cream first. Also, this guy is going to escort us ho."
He blinked, sweat beading on his brow again, but nodded stiffly. "Very well... but promptly."
The suited n exchanged glances but said nothing, stepping aside like reluctant bodyguards. They looked at like I was a dead man though. Maybe the old man would report again to their father or he might even co here himself.
Either way, we’re not going to end this short date yet.
After walking around the shopping street, we soon found a quaint little gelato shop tucked between a pawnshop and a noodle stand. Its faded sign read ‘Sweet Escape’ in a peeling script, and the window displayed scoops in pastel cones that looked handmade.
Mhm. That’s perfect for what we needed. Sowhere small, semi-private, with just enough cover to extend our stolen ti.
Hiko’s eyes lit up first. "Ruki, there! It looks cozy."
Maaya nodded, still clutching her alpaca like a shield. "Let’s go, shaless guy. And be quick. They’re probably timing us."
I smirked, squeezing both their hands. "Quick? Nope. We’re savoring this win."
The bell above the door jingled as we stepped inside. The shop was quite spacious, with six stools at a counter and five tables scattered across the place. The one in the back corner was shrouded by hanging plants.
An old woman behind the counter bead at us, her wrinkled hands already reaching for cups. "Hmm? What do we have here? A flower in both arms. You’re quite the player, young man.”
Although she said that in a teasing tone, she still continued professionally, “What flavors for you darlings?"
I only smiled at the old woman. There’s no need to explain.
Maaya beca a little flustered again while Hiko giggled shyly, pointing at the display.
"Strawberry for , oba-san."
"Matcha," Maaya muttered, avoiding the woman’s knowing wink.
"And for the lucky boy?" The old woman eyed appraisingly.
"Vanilla, please." I leaned on the counter, watching her scoop generous portions.
As soon as we got our orders, we claid the back table, the plants giving us a leafy screen from the street.
The chauffeur and his shadows hovered outside, visible through the window but they wouldn’t dare to barge in.
Once again, I got sandwiched between the two girls. Their thighs pressed firmly against mine under the table. The alpaca sat propped on the table like a fluffy chaperone. Another cover for us.
"Losers feed the winner, right?" I reminded them as I leaned back in the booth, my arms draped casually over both their shoulders. Technically, only Maaya was the loser but I guess that’s not important anymore.
The cool gelato waited in front of us, steam practically rising from Maaya’s matcha in the humid evening air. Hiko’s strawberry glead pink and innocent, while my vanilla sat plain and unassuming. Like , ready to be devoured, I guess?
Hiko giggled first, scooping a generous spoonful of strawberry. She unhesitatingly lifted it toward my lips, her free hand steadying my chin. "Open wide, Ruki. Ahh~"
She’s so adorable.
How can I not oblige? I opened my mouth, letting her slide the spoon in.
The sweetness burst on my tongue. Her eyes sparkled as she watched savor the taste as the cold spread in my mouth. "Good?"
"Mhm. Perfect. Your turn to feed more." I licked my lips deliberately as I turned to Maaya, making her squirm.
The girl huffed as she got her matcha spoon clinking against the cup. "Hmph. Nee-sama’s too gentle. Watch this."
With that, she stabbed a chunk of green gelato as her competitive glare returned in full force. However, her hand trembled slightly as she brought it to my mouth, the spoon hovering just shy of my lips.
"Maaya? You gonna make wait?" I teased, parting my lips wider.
"Shut up, shaless idiot."
With another adorable huff, she shoved it in roughly. Because of that, so of the gelato sared across my lower lip.
Before I could react, the girl boldly leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick it clean. The quick, hot swipe sent a jolt straight to my cock, which twitched under the table.
See. How can I hold back from pampering them when they’re like this?
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