The Demon of Pleasure: Starting with Angel, Shiina Mahiru! Chapter 204 204: Kasumigaoka Utaha!

Kasumigaoka Utaha felt like her cheeks were on fire.

Her slim waist was wrapped by that naughty kouhai's arm; the warmth of his palm seed to seep right through her uniform, making her body go weak. She didn't dislike the closeness, but she was still a girl—she got shy too. So after shooting Hayashi Maki a withering look, she swatted his "paw" away.

"Kouhai-kun, behave."

"Heaven and earth as my witness, Senpai—I am behaving."

He looked at her very seriously. "It's just that your charm is too strong. My hand moved on its own. Out of my control."

"Oh really? Is your self-control that poor?" Utaha asked, amused.

"Yes. And this still isn't at my worst," he said, deadpan—eyes growing hotter as they rested on her delicate face. "Want to know what I'm like when I'm really bad?"

Flustered by that burning gaze, Utaha nonetheless felt a treacherous thrill. A literature girl impressed by his prose, she couldn't deny her interest in a handso boy like this.

She smiled and humored him. "Oh? Then tell —what are you like when you're very bad?"

The corner of his mouth lifted. He scooped her up and set her on his lap.

"Ah—! Kouhai-kun, you… how bold!"

She gasped, face going scarlet.

"Senpai, words don't do my 'bad' side justice. Better if you feel it for yourself." His warm lips drifted to her white throat and kissed. He especially liked a girl's fair skin—the way it felt, the faint sweetness of her scent. Utaha had her own natural fragrance—sothing only 2D heroines seem to carry.

"Nn—!" Utaha whimpered, body trembling. Seeing this boy hold her tight and lean in to kiss her, she felt once again the force of his boldness.

"Senpai, you sll wonderful," he murmured, fingers already teasing loose the bow at her collar. Startled, she bit her lip. "Maki-kun… isn't this… a bit much?"

Her breathing had turned quick. This was her first ti with intimacy like this, so she was nervous, of course. Don't be fooled—she might flirt brazenly by text, but when it got real, she panicked a bit. If they were at ho, in a room, she could keep calm. But this was the school rooftop. If soone saw them, where would her dignity go?

Even so, she unconsciously lifted her chin to make it easier for him.

Hayashi Maki inhaled slowly, eyes flicking to the swell that rose and fell with her breath. His palm landed deftly on her black-stockinged foot. Playing with it lightly, he teased, "Does Senpai hate this?"

Utaha quivered, growing weak, and nestled closer to him. "I don't hate it… but… isn't this too fast?"

In her mind, today was just a lap pillow and a quiet cuddle over lunch. But he was being naughty—scrambling her composure.

"It's not. I can say for sure—I like you. If that makes shallow and taken by beauty, so be it. I'll take responsibility." He kissed her delicate collarbone again. "Senpai, may I go a little further?"

Utaha's hand pressed to the back of his head. She drew a breath, grit her teeth, and nodded. "If Maki-kun likes it… then do as you wish."

She might be shy, but she wasn't indecisive. Unlike tsundere Eriri, she made a move without hesitation when she liked soone. And here he was making the move—and saying he liked her. What reason did she have to refuse?

With her consent, Hayashi Maki's breath hitched. He didn't hold back—trailing kisses over her fair skin, admiring the beauty of her figure, the intoxicating perfu, the deep, srizing lines—everything so lovely.

"Mm… Maki-kun… if you're this bad, I'll go all funny…" she murmured, fingers stroking his hair, watching him as his touch grew enthralled. Heat flooded her chest; her heart pounded; her wine-red eyes glead with tender affection.

After a long while, he pulled away—reluctantly—then rose from her and quickly claid her rosy lips. Utaha looped her arms around his neck and answered him with warmth.

This ti the rooftop had no one else around—no Saki Kawasaki—just the two of them, quietly sharing each other's warmth.

After a good while, they parted. eting his ardent gaze, Utaha's face grew even hotter.

"…Senpai, you're adorable. I'm hooked—what do I do?" Hayashi Maki hugged the black-haired beauty tighter, drawing in her fragrance, mood light as air.

Resting her cheek to his chest, Utaha pressed a kiss to his chin. "What else? Take responsibility, Maki-kun."

At this point, she could only be his girlfriend.

He nodded emphatically. "Of course! Utaha, I may be a flirt, but I'm a responsible man. Call the real-life harem LN protagonist!"

"Hss—"

He yelped as she pinched his waist. "Idiot kouhai! Don't ruin the mood with lines like that. What girl doesn't want her man to belong to her alone?"

She muttered with a plaintive blush, eyes hazy. He was too good at this; she couldn't resist.

He kissed her again; she t him wholeheartedly—no hint of refusal. If he truly liked her, he would respect her and cherish her.

Before the bell, Utaha changed into a fresh pair of black stockings. The crumpled pair she'd taken off, Hayashi Maki tucked away. He cherished Senpai—he wasn't going to conduct the familiar-contract ritual here. So… he would have to ask Senpai to "help" in other ways.

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