Masuzu once said that eating was merely a means to replenish nutrients, and eating elegantly served no purpose. The faster and shorter the meal, the better.
So before Yuu started bringing her lunch, her lunches had been Weider IN brand nutrition jelly or simple combinations of bread and milk—whatever could fill her stomach easily. Masuzu could be said to be extremely careless about food.
It wasn't due to an eating disorder, but purely a matter of personal philosophy. Even though Yuu's bento was delicious, it couldn't change her poor eating habits—unless Yuu prepared all three of her daily meals.
In reality, if he split the porridge he made at night into two portions, then most of what Masuzu ate now was indeed made by his own hands—this was treatment no one else had ever received except his younger sister.
Wait, that phrasing sounds kind of perverted...
Not just wanting to control someone's stomach, but completely dictating everything they ate and drank? Yuu wasn't that type of person, nor did he think he'd ever meet someone like that.
"By the way, it's amazing you can maintain a better figure than most high school girls while eating such things."
Don't get it wrong—the "most high school girls" here refers specifically to Yukinoshita Yukino. Her legs were beautiful, but unfortunately, her chest and hips lacked volume. Compared to someone slightly more voluptuous like Yuigahama Yui, she couldn't even compare to Natsukawa Masuzu, whose body was as proportionate as a model's.
For teenage boys in their puberty phase, the first thing they look for is symbols of maternal affection...
Of course, Yuu only dared think these words in his mind—he would never say them aloud.
Holding a spoon in her mouth, Masuzu stared at him with his calm expression. She sensed Yuu was thinking something bad, but didn't care much and replied casually:
"Maybe I inherited it from my mother? Scandinavian girls tend to have good bodies."
"Really?"
"...You're very interested, aren't you?"
Masuzu paused briefly, then smiled. Yet there was no warmth in her eyes.
"Not really. It's nothing special." Of course, Yuu's perfect acting must be used precisely in moments like this.
After staring at his flawless, unreadable expression, Masuzu finally sighed. She scooped up a small piece of boiled potato with meat and continued lazily:
"It's true I have a nice figure, but I'm very light in weight and don't gain fat easily. Because of that, my stamina isn't particularly good either."
"That's because you don't eat properly and only consume minimal nutrients. How could your stamina possibly be good?" As he spoke, Yuu picked up a piece of chicken for her.
Masuzu wrinkled her nose in disgust and opened her small mouth toward Yuu.
"Aaaah—I won't eat unless you feed me."
Acting like a spoiled child, Masuzu opened and closed her mouth, waiting for him to feed her.
From Yuu's perspective, he could see her soft, moist tongue slowly moving inside her small pink mouth. Her quiet, almost inaudible breath suddenly made the air feel warmer, teasing the deepest part of his heart.
If her pale pink lips opened just a bit wider, perhaps... he might catch a glimpse of spinach remnants between her teeth.
"Fine, just this once. I'm truly not interested in feeding play." Taking back the chicken on his chopsticks, Yuu placed it into her mouth, then immediately pulled the chopsticks away—denying her any chance to flirtatiously play with them.
With cheeks puffed, Masuzu chewed several times with a regretful expression, then swallowed. She seemed slightly troubled as she exhaled.
"So bitter..."
"Bitter? It's just plain chicken."
"Don't worry about little things like that." Masuzu shifted her hips, her shoulder brushing against Yuu's. The scent of her shampoo and her natural girl's fragrance reached his nose. Her blue eyes carefully watched him, her face slightly flushed. "Want to try?"
"Try what?" Yuu cautiously set down his chopsticks, both hands ready to protect his purity at any moment.
He also had no interest in doing that for the first time in an open place.
"Of course..." Drawing out her voice, Masuzu suddenly leaned forward.
Her head passed under his left arm. She straightened her upper body and leaned her fragile back against his right arm. Then, with a hop, she lifted her hips and dropped herself onto his lap, sitting sideways on top of him.
"Masuzu?"
Yuu froze. He could feel not only the warmth and softness of the girl's body, but also the sensation of plump, prominent peaches pressing against him.
She was as light as a feather, yet the weight was undeniable—snugly and firmly pressing down on his thigh.
"...I'm very light in weight."
Her soft voice laced with laughter, her hot breath holding something back, swirled around his chest, igniting a flame of desire.
Masuzu didn't look up. She wrapped both arms around his neck, burying her face—hot as an iron—against his chest, making the softness cling closer, refusing to let even a trace of cool air diminish this warmth.
He lowered his gaze.
Among strands of silver hair, the base of her ears was deeply red, glowing with an enticing apple-like hue.
"Yeah, you're light."
Yuu whispered.
His slightly hoarse voice, warm and gentle, enveloped her, along with his arms pulling her even tighter.
Masuzu moaned, "Hm—" as if slightly pained by Yuu hugging her too tightly.
"Ah, sorry..." Yuu reflexively tried to loosen his hold, but Masuzu instead hugged him harder. Her relatively small body trembled slightly from the effort she exerted.
"Tighter… It's fine if it hurts. It's fine if you crush me."
Her voice, as if it might vanish in the wind, was filled with confusion and fragile pleading.
"..." His expression slightly complex, Yuu sighed silently and continued holding her without moving.
"If you're a masochist, that's your problem. Do I look like someone who enjoys hurting others?"
"You don't have the heart?"
"Yeah, I don't." Yuu answered honestly.
"Fool... You've been tricked."
With an odd pause, silver strands brushed against his chest. Masuzu snorted proudly, as if hiding her embarrassment.
"You've completely fallen for me! You said you wouldn't take it seriously, but within a month, you're already conquered. You're so pathetic, Yuu. If our client relationship were still going, I'd kick you right now, you know?"
Yuu laughed too. "But now, forget kicking. Your legs are entirely in my control—I can touch them whenever I want."
"Then why don't you?" Masuzu countered—an utterly unreasonable question.
Yuu replied resignedly, "This is school. Even if few people come here, if someone saw me touching your legs, Hiratsuka-sensei would come after me with her iron fist."
"So hugging like this is okay?"
"Alright, I admit it." Yuu lowered his head, his warm lips brushing the side of her hair, then said jokingly, "I'm just afraid that if I touch you, I won't be able to control myself and will immediately check whether you're really wearing nothing underneath."