Even though there was still a layer of pants in the way, the smooth, delicate touch of those white stockings, the soft dip of the arch and its warmth, all passed through without any obstruction onto Aoba's leg.
Aoba glanced at Yakumo from the corner of his eye.
And Yakumo at some point had already turned toward him. She clearly noticed he was looking at her, lifted her small chest slightly, the corners of her mouth curling into a smile as she whispered.
"I already set up the genjutsu!"
"..."
'This girl… getting more and more wicked.'
Those nimble toes could even skillfully undo knots now.
Aoba could feel she was still going further.
Thinking of how Hinata was right beside him, and how important this date was to her, he felt he couldn't neglect her just because he was sneaking around doing something like this with Yakumo.
During missions, doing a little sneaking while Hinata was asleep was one thing, but at a time like this, that would be way too unfair to Hinata.
Besides, he had to prove properly who really owned this body.
Thinking that, Aoba directly grabbed Yakumo's mischievous foot.
Even though he knew Yakumo's genjutsu manipulation of the senses was active, he still spoke in a low voice to remind her.
"Hinata really cares about this date. During the day, let's have a normal date."
Yakumo blinked, "Then does that mean we can have a not-so-proper date at night?"
Aoba said helplessly, "We'll talk about tonight later."
Yakumo's face showed a mischievous smile when she heard that.
"Then look behind you."
"Hm… Hinata?"
Aoba instinctively turned his head and saw that Hinata, who had been watching the movie seriously, was now also facing him.
Her beautiful eyes were staring at him without blinking.
To be precise, staring at another place.
He turned into a Doraemon jingle bell.
And judging by her expression, she seemed to be completely stunned.
Even Aoba, who stayed calm even facing Pain, almost skipped a heartbeat in that moment.
"W-what's wrong?"
Hinata snapped back to herself, quickly turning her face away. She felt like she had a fever, her whole body burning.
'Too terrifying. Way more terrifying than the drawings Yakumo showed us before.'
'This doesn't look like something edible at all.'
Aoba's mouth twitched. He was sure now: Hinata's senses had not been blocked.
"Yakumo, didn't you say you set up the genjutsu properly?"
Yakumo looked absolutely pleased with herself, "I did! Kurenai-sensei can't see what we're doing right now."
Aoba felt helpless. Thinking about Hinata's reaction just now, it seemed the two of them had planned this.
"So, what's your goal?"
Yakumo spread her hands, "I'm just the supporting role today. Hinata is your female lead."
"Hinata?", Aoba looked at Hinata in disbelief. He really couldn't imagine her being the one to make this plan.
Hinata suddenly stood up, using the grievance in her heart to suppress her embarrassment.
"You and Yakumo… I already know everything."
"This…", Aoba was about to explain, but Hinata lifted her finger and pressed it to his lips.
"I don't want to hear your explanation right now!"
Hinata spoke again, then moved her hand away.
Before Aoba could react, a soft fragrance reached him, and her tender lips pressed against his, blocking anything he wanted to say.
The next moment, Yakumo pulled her foot back from his leg.
She pouted and turned back to the screen seriously.
Even if she wanted to compensate Hinata, she didn't have some weird hobby of liking to watch herself be replaced.
Aoba still hadn't recovered when Hinata was already sitting on his lap.
But he felt that his earlier idea of showing who owned the body had completely fallen apart.
Facing such an active Hinata, he had no resistance at all.
And Hinata's reason also seemed to have been completely knocked over by his little head.
She wasn't even shy anymore.
But at a time like this, having her brain go offline wasn't a problem.
Aoba supported her waist with his left hand. Even through the not-so-thin sweater, the soft slender waist still felt delicate and boneless.
His right hand unconsciously lifted the long skirt covering them and rested on Hinata's smooth thigh.
In an instant, the smooth and delicate texture, the soft warmth, all shot through his nerves to his brain, stimulating his emotions.
Only when their breathing reached the limit did their lips finally part.
"Aoba-kun," Hinata's eyes were misty, already unaware of heaven or earth.
They exchanged only a single glance before their lips touched again.
Feeling the slightly fast breath brushing her cheeks, Hinata sank even deeper. She hugged Aoba's neck tightly, wanting their bodies closer, as if trying to devour him.
Aoba looked at her beautiful, watery eyes. Her once pure gaze was now covered in flames.
"Hah!"
At that moment, Hinata braced a hand on his chest and lifted her head slightly, her beautiful eyes looking at the boy so close to her.
"Aoba-kun, I'm not a clueless little girl anymore. Right now… you must be having a hard time."
From the beginning, she had already felt it.
Aoba froze, but eventually shook his head, "Hinata, this place isn't right…"
"Then… can you let me take a good look?"
"..."
———
"Hm?"
Kurenai, sitting in a front corner seat watching the movie intently, suddenly sensed a small genjutsu fluctuation.
It disappeared in an instant.
But she instinctively looked toward the direction of that fluctuation.
Then she saw Aoba's group of three sitting properly.
After noticing her gaze, they even waved at her.
"..."
If she wasn't mistaken, the whole theater was inside Yakumo's genjutsu.
Which meant the three she saw were not the real three, but what Yakumo wanted her to see.
As for that tiny fluctuation just now, it was probably a small slip caused by Yakumo being stimulated by something.
That was why Kurenai sensed it.
And the reason she was stimulated was most likely because they were doing something improper.
'This is a movie theater!'
For some reason, Kurenai suddenly remembered the noises she heard at Anko's house some time ago.
'Anko and Yugao…'
'Hinata and Yakumo…'
Then she shook her head hard, 'Hinata is shy and introverted, she wouldn't do something like this.'
'So it is Yakumo!'
Kurenai instinctively clenched her fists.
'This rebellious disciple!'
She suddenly realized that Yakumo's excitement earlier when insisting she stay, 'Is it the same intention Anko had?'
'And Aoba, that troublemaker, didn't even stop them.'
'Then what does that make me?'
'Part of their game?'
[T/N: I have started doing another fanfic— "Frieren: A Journey of the Demon King". It is a quite relaxing and humorous read, give it a go. Have a great read~]