Nino's sudden cooperation had clearly caught Ichika off guard.
As the older sister—one who believed she'd always been ahead—she found herself outmaneuvered at this critical moment. It stung.
She could only watch helplessly as Makoto raised his arm and gently brought it down.
Smack!
The sound wasn't sharp—it was dull, muffled by the bathrobe.
But Ichika heard it very clearly.
Makoto also thought it was very "clear."
But not because of the sound—because of the sight.
As his palm landed, the bathrobe fabric compressed under it. When he lifted his hand again, the fabric bounced back, gently rippling.
It perfectly showcased Nino's exceptional figure.
"Okay. Now it's Ichika's turn."
Nino sat up, her cheeks flushed, but her eyes sparkled with smug delight.
She may as well have had "Nino is winning this race!" written across her face.
Ichika, of course, picked up on that look. After a brief pause, she put on a pitiful expression.
As she lay down, she lifted her head slightly and bit her lip. "Makoto… be gentle, okay?"
Nino shot her a death glare. Still acting?!
Makoto, however, commented with appreciation, "That's a great look. If you had glasses, it'd be perfect."
"Glasses?" Ichika suddenly looked thoughtful. "So Makoto likes girls with glasses?"
"Who doesn't like cute glasses girls?" Makoto replied.
As the saying goes—choose glasses if they're there, choose thunder if they're not!
Just then, Nino chimed in from beside them. "Contact lenses count as glasses too, right?"
Oh right—I totally forgot about that.
Makoto had been too distracted playing along with Ichika earlier to notice Nino squinting multiple times—habitual behavior from not wearing glasses.
"They count, sure. But contacts aren't as cute," said Makoto.
Nino hesitated. "But contact lenses…"
"You're going to say they don't hide your beauty?"
"Well… that's a bit blunt, but yeah, you're right."
Nino couldn't help but giggle.
Makoto lifted his left hand. While Ichika was distracted, he swiftly brought it down again.
Still, he didn't hit hard.
But Ichika let out an exaggerated squeal.
It was high-pitched and flirtatious—clearly meant to tease.
"Ichika, that's enough!"
Nino finally lost patience. She pounced while Ichika was still lying down and landed two quick slaps.
"W-What are you doing?!" Ichika yelped, clutching her rear and sitting up quickly.
"Stop pretending! Makoto didn't even hit you hard. Don't think I didn't notice!"
"I'm the one getting hit, not you. How can you assume how hard he hit?"
"…You're arguing again."
Just as the sisters were about to start bickering full-force, Makoto calmly warned,
"Don't forget—you're both only wearing bathrobes. If those belts accidentally come undone, I won't be polite."
Nino froze instantly and backed off.
She didn't question what he meant by "won't be polite."
To be honest, she wasn't afraid of Makoto doing something reckless.
But she was afraid of him doing something reckless in front of her sister.
Those were two different things. Two different kinds of… stimulation.
"It's late. Time to sleep," Makoto declared.
"Okay~"
Ichika agreed cheerfully and even turned off the bedside lamp.
Nino pouted.
If I'd known earlier, I would've smacked her a few more times.
But when she lay back down under the covers again, she suddenly froze.
Wait a second…
This was literally the definition of sleeping under the same blanket.
Nino stared at the dark ceiling, her heart pounding.
One blanket. Three people.
The air was filled with the soft scents of the two girls, and also the familiar smell of Makoto's shampoo.
Nino was certain she wouldn't be able to fall asleep tonight.
Then she realized—there wasn't a single sound coming from beside her. Had the two of them really decided to rest properly?
No way!
She and Ichika were both only wearing bathrobes!
There was no way Makoto could resist.
Yeah!
Ichika definitely wouldn't behave either!
Nino made up her mind to keep an eye on them. Since she couldn't sleep anyway, she might as well monitor things to see if Ichika tried to sneak off again.
She lay there pretending to sleep, waiting and waiting. Fifteen minutes passed, and her patience wore thin—but there was still no movement.
She even held her breath and listened closely. The breathing beside her was slow and steady, nothing like the rapid breaths of people up to no good.
Did Ichika actually stay put?!
Nino was in disbelief.
Just then, she suddenly felt an arm tighten around her waist, being pulled into a firm embrace by a pair of large hands.
The next moment, warm breath brushed her ear, along with Makoto's low voice: "What are you waiting for? The Cooldown release?"
Oh no—he came for me!
Nino's heart pounded like a drum, but her reaction was swift. She turned to face him directly.
In the dark, her face burned hot. "Why are you…"
"Shh, Ichika's asleep," Makoto whispered, his tone thick with secret thrill.
To Nino, it sounded like the most wonderful thing she'd ever heard…
Out of my way, I'm making my move!
Nino lifted her flushed face, relying on instinct to find Makoto's lips.
Before pressing in completely, she muttered her thoughts aloud: "I saw you two kissing earlier."
"And?" asked Makoto.
"I want one too."
As she said this, she seemed to find the darkness too disorienting, so she pulled out the phone under her pillow, lowered the brightness, and turned it on just enough to light up their faces.
By the soft glow, she could see Ichika lying quietly, her sleeping posture proper—it looked like she was really asleep.
Nino felt the thrill deepen.
But that didn't matter now.
She set the phone aside, raised her blushing, burning cheeks, and kissed him on her own.
In just a moment, her gaze transformed from shy to dazed, before her eyes finally fluttered closed.
Her once-awkward hands now wrapped naturally around Makoto's neck.
She was passionate—and bold.
After a brief moment, their lips parted.
Makoto's hand caressed her soft waist as he teased softly, "So this is what you were waiting for?"
Nino blinked, then giggled with a blush. "You could say that."
"Then, was that enough for you?"
"Not even close."
Makoto lowered his head, their body heat seeming to ignite against each other. At some point, the belt of her bathrobe had already come undone.
Her curvy figure was now fully enveloped in Makoto's arms.
"Shh, keep your voice down."
This time, it was Nino who whispered the line.
And then her lips were sealed once more.
Maybe it was because Ichika was right next to them, but her breathing was all over the place.
She could clearly remember that the last time she kissed Makoto in the bathroom, she could at least maintain some composure.
But now? She couldn't.
Her eyes had long shut tight, her small hands wandering through Makoto's hair and around his neck.
Her body writhed restlessly beneath the covers, her smooth legs occasionally lifting or brushing against the sheets—mirroring the fiery unrest within her.
As for her bathrobe, it had already been pushed off into a corner of the bed.
If she kept moving like this, it might even fall to the floor.
She clutched Makoto's neck tightly and murmured, "Makoto…"
"What is it?"
"I want to do bad things again…"
As she whispered, even her eyelashes trembled.
Makoto, inhaling her intoxicating scent, thought to himself: The "Gift of Nino" hasn't even activated yet, but she's already going all in.
Nino's mind was a blur, her eyes watery. Without waiting for a response, she quietly asked, "Is Ichika really asleep?"
Makoto: "She hasn't moved at all, right?"
"But I think she's pretending," Nino said worriedly. "She's super sneaky at home. Pretending to sleep is exactly something she'd do."
Makoto nodded. "Got it. I'll touch her to check if she's faking it."
Nino: "?"
Can't you use a more normal method?!
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