Sunday was a nice day.
Well, whether the weather was "nice" or not mostly depended on one's mood.
If you were in a bad mood, a sunny day felt like harsh glare, a cloudy day felt gloomy, and rain or snow just made going out miserable.
But if you were in a good mood, a sunny day would feel bright and beautiful, a cloudy one cool and refreshing, and even rain and snow could be something to enjoy.
Like today—it was raining, yet Akira still felt wonderful. It was the perfect kind of weather to curl up at home and fall asleep to the sound of gentle rain.
And he wasn't sleeping alone.
Akira came back from the bathroom and, seeing the "cat" still sleeping soundly under the covers, crawled in beside her.
He wrapped his arms around her, enjoying the smoothness of her skin, and lazily closed his eyes.
She would probably sleep a while longer.
After all, she had been quite intense and wild last night, to the point where Akira, who had wanted to make her first time perfect, found it hard to hold back.
Only after the second round did his brain finally return to thinking mode.
Kasumigaoka Utaha from the Literature Department didn't have the physical stamina of a professional maid like Hayasaka Ai.
She was probably going to be sore today.
While half-awake and drifting in comfort, Akira noticed some movement from her. By the time Utaha stirred, it was already past noon.
Akira opened his eyes and saw Utaha slowly open her wine-red ones, staring blankly at him.
Then, after a moment, her eyes widened and she suddenly pulled herself back.
Akira found it amusing and chuckled.
"This time, you can't say it's 'a woman waking up to find a man who shouldn't be in her bed,' right? This is my bed, after all."
As she gradually came to her senses, Utaha's startled reaction faded.
She stared at Akira's face for a moment in a daze, then lifted her snow-white arm to cover her eyes and muttered softly, as if just realizing the truth: "So we did it..."
"Yup. Regret it?"
"...No."
She moved her arm away, hesitated for a moment, then reached out and touched Akira's chest.
"So this is a man..." she said, more in wonder than as a question.
At first, Akira quite enjoyed it, but as Utaha started touching him like she was trying to understand something new—running her hands back and forth—his expression gradually turned a bit awkward.
"Miss Kasumigaoka, to be honest, I wasn't fully satisfied last night. If you keep touching me like that…"
Realizing the implication, Utaha quickly pulled her hand back and averted her eyes.
After steadying herself a bit, she turned her attention to another pressing issue and glanced at Akira hesitantly while trying to find her nightgown.
She looked around from where she lay but didn't see it.
As she tried to sit up, the moment she shifted, she felt a strange soreness in her body and a pain in her lower abdomen, forcing her to lie back down.
She frowned and stared at Akira with an accusatory look.
"Need to go to the bathroom?" Akira asked with a grin.
Utaha turned her head away without answering directly. "Help me find my nightgown."
"Hm? What for? It's not cold here, is it?"
Hearing the teasing tone in his voice, Utaha snorted and, after mentally preparing herself, boldly threw off the covers and revealed her completely bare figure, attempting to get out of bed.
But she had clearly overestimated herself. Though she managed to sit up with gritted teeth, she wisely stopped there, realizing her limits.
"So, you do need to go to the bathroom?" Akira asked again, smiling.
Utaha turned back to glare at him.
"It hurts," she said bluntly.
"My bad, my bad," Akira chuckled and got out of bed, sitting beside her.
"How about I be your personal servant for the day?"
While the offer came from guilt or a sense of responsibility, in truth, it had little to do with either.
It was more a feeling of delight. At least for today, Akira was happy to serve her.
Whether he'd actually listen to her, however, was another story.
Utaha turned her face away and lifted her arm, signaling for help.
Even though everything had been done the night before, because the lights had been off, she still couldn't bring herself to look directly at Akira's body.
But instead of taking her hand, he slid one arm under her knees and another behind her back.
Well, that was easier.
Wearing a resigned expression, Utaha crossed her arms over her chest and let Akira carry her to the bathroom and place her gently on the toilet.
She turned away again, avoiding eye contact, but after a while, when she realized he still hadn't left, she couldn't help saying, "Please leave!"
Akira shook his head regretfully and stepped out, closing the door behind him.
Utaha held her forehead and sighed deeply, slowly allowing herself to relax.
As she relieved herself, she winced lightly at the pain—not because it hurt too badly, but because the mixture of soreness and relief felt so bizarre.
Though she had remained composed earlier, her cheeks flushed now with a shame that caught her off guard.
After cleaning up, she stood up by holding onto the tank, her legs trembling slightly with weakness.
The lingering pain in her body made her worry about the days ahead.
Even though sex ed claimed the pain was mostly limited to first times, that size... it would hurt every time, wouldn't it?
The first time she was held down from behind and couldn't see it.
But when she saw it before the second round, she had frozen in disbelief that something like that could even fit.
That was the first time she felt like she didn't recognize her own body.
Afraid she might collapse, Utaha supported herself against the wall and slowly made her way to the sink to splash cold water on her face and wake herself up.
Then she shuffled out of the bathroom—only to find Akira waiting right outside.
He rubbed his nose and tried not to let an unsightly grin slip onto his face.
Even though Utaha looked rather pitiful, he had to admit—somewhat shamefully—that her disheveled state was incredibly attractive to a man.
He scooped her up again and carried her back to bed, tucking her in and brushing her hair from her face with a playful scolding:
"See? If you had just behaved from the start, I wouldn't have had to go so rough. Look who's suffering now."
Utaha was a little annoyed at the way he played the victim, but her attention was caught by a certain word: "Couldn't resist?"
Akira climbed back into bed and pulled her into his arms, replying,
"That's right. I couldn't. I was going to take it slow—just once. I didn't even plan to go for something so intense.
But sadly, Miss Kasumigaoka, you were just too naughty—and too tempting."
After such a wild night, Utaha wasn't going to lose her composure over mere snuggling.
Though she felt a bit flustered, she still managed to tease, "Was I really that tempting? Even someone like you couldn't resist?"
"Very tempting. Like I've been saying—you should have more confidence in your charm, both inside and out."
"But I thought after all this time, you would've lost interest in me."
She kept up the teasing tone, but Akira sensed a different emotion behind those words. And on her face, he noticed something subtle…
Was it happiness? Or perhaps… relief?
The bed was the perfect place for sweet words, and Akira wasn't the kind of cold man who would turn indifferent after sex.
At a moment like this, his feelings genuinely grew stronger.
And he wasn't lying, either. So it wasn't empty flattery—it was just the kind of truth that happened to sound nice.
"No. I've never lost interest. In fact, I'm even more interested now.
But because I respect you more, I couldn't express it the way I used to—as if I were just talking about a toy I liked."
He lightly tapped her head and teased,
"You've been teasing me all this time, showing off your personality more than your body, making yourself even more valuable in my eyes.
Then, before I could even make a move, you walked right in and surprised me. Turns out, you're not so dumb—you're a very clever woman."
Utaha hadn't planned any of this, nor had she even thought about it that way, but she didn't mind claiming credit.
Especially when she could tell he was joking.
With a smug tilt of her chin, she laughed and said, "That's right. I am a cunning woman. If you don't learn your lesson, Ogiwara-san, I'll toy with you again next time."
Akira looked troubled, then quickly shrugged. "Not a bad idea. Let's do it a few more times."
"Ehh~ So Ogiwara-san likes being toyed with by his lover?"
"Life needs a little flavor, doesn't it? Why wouldn't I enjoy something this fun?"
After the teasing brought them closer once again, Akira twirled a strand of her hair around his finger, gently rubbing it.
Utaha let go of her lingering worries and rested her head against his chest, enjoying this quiet moment of warmth and intimacy.
She didn't know if this tenderness was real or not—but sometimes, it didn't really matter.
After a long pause, a thought from last night returned to her.
She looked up and asked, "So, Ogiwara-san… when you shook your head last night, you weren't saying I wasn't worth it anymore?"
It took Akira a moment to recall what she meant—when she had offered to count the favor as equal repayment, and he had shaken his head.
He smiled and said, "Of course not."
"Then… were you very satisfied with the return? Or do you feel like you still owe me?"
"Neither."
Utaha was about to jab him with another witty comment when she paused, startled. "Then what?"
Akira smiled and ruffled her hair.
"What I meant is—we don't need to keep score anymore."
Even after all this time, she still remembered what he had said before: that the closer the relationship, the less he'd measure things so precisely.
She thought about it and realized their relationship had indeed grown so much closer—physically and emotionally.
Especially physically. The distance was already in the negatives.
She snuggled into his arms again and laughed softly. "Alright. I won't keep score anymore, either."
Akira raised an eyebrow.
Those two rounds last night hadn't been enough. Now that the serious talk was over, his mind started wandering again.
And right at that moment, Utaha leaned into him like she was asking for affection.
That tested his patience.
For Akira, patience depended mostly on reason.
He knew he'd been a bit too rough last night, and Utaha had looked a little pitiful coming out of the bathroom.
He didn't want to push her again before she fully recovered.
But his thoughts were already shifting. And with her warm, affectionate snuggling, both his body and mind responded naturally.
Sensing a change under the blanket, Utaha lifted her head with a wary expression—but more than that, there was a certain allure, brought about by the atmosphere, their contact, and memories of last night.
She had always been a woman with a sultry charm, and after last night, her features seemed to have fully bloomed into maturity.
That natural allure, still laced with innocence, made her breathtaking.
It wasn't as obvious before—but now…
Seeing Akira's reaction, Utaha grew more guarded. "Ogiwara-san, even if we're lovers, you should treat me a little more gently, right?"
Akira shrugged helplessly. "You're too tempting. Can't blame me."
That made Utaha smirk in satisfaction.
She twirled her finger and laughed.
"If I can make you pounce just by crooking my finger like some beast in heat, isn't that a little undignified?"
Akira's expression grew serious as if deep in thought.
"You're right, that's not good. Hmm… maybe I should do some practice first."
"Eh~ Like training a pet?"
Utaha giggled and hooked her finger at him.
Akira immediately rolled over and pinned her beneath him.
She froze, then quickly said, "No! Not like that! Be dignified—"
Akira covered her mouth gently, smiling with affection as he whispered:
"This isn't about standing neatly beside the bed in a suit—it's about lying in bed without any clothes. Where would you even find dignity in that?"
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