I waited outside the restroom after our little fun in the theater.
Kotoha eventually came out, cheeks red, eyes lowered, her cardigan tied around her waist to cover the stain on her skirt. Her brown hair was slightly mussed, her green eyes shimmering with embarrassment.
She looked so cute trying to pretend nothing had happened, when we both knew she was walking out with ruined panties stuffed in my pocket.
I reached my hand out. She slipped her small palm into mine without hesitation.
Knowing she was walking around bare under that fluttering skirt turned me on immensely.
"I made a reservation nearby for lunch."
"Really?" Her whole face lit up, her embarrassment fading instantly. Just the fact I planned ahead for her made it more certain that it was a date.
We walked hand in hand. Her steps were light, almost skipping. She was clearly in a good mood, humming softly, stealing little glances at me. I stayed quiet about our earlier fun, letting her drown in the memory of it on her own.
"Pancakes for lunch is fine, right?"
"Pancakes for lunch sounds good. I love pancakes."
The shop I picked was a cute place that specialized in them. Sweet smell of sugar and butter filled the air. We got seated at the bar counter, perfect for me to sit close and rest my hand on her thigh under the table.
"The menu has so many options…" she mumbled, lips pursed, eyes shining as she flipped the pages.
"Have you decided what you want yet?"
"Not yet. What about you, Souta-kun?"
"I'm getting the blueberry one. Which ones are you torn on?"
"These two." She pointed to the original with syrup and the banana triple ice cream. As expected of Kotoha, she can't be underestimated.
"Then I'll get the original, and you get the banana."
"But what about the blueberry you wanted?"
"It's fine. Since you're drooling like that, I'll just try yours with you."
Her face glowed. "Sharing pancakes…~ Thank you, Souta-kun!"
When they came, she ate blissfully, cheeks puffed, eyes sparkling, humming happily after each bite. Seeing her like this warmed my heart.
When she finished, she tugged my sleeve, her face red.
"Souta-kun…"
"What is it?"
"Are you going to touch me again?"
I squeezed her thigh under the counter. "Aren't I touching you right now?"
"No~ not like this… l-like in the theater…"
Her honesty made me grin. "Do you want me to do it again?"
"Mhm~♡"
"Kotoha-chan, you're the cutest when you beg."
"D-don't just say that…" She hid her face behind her sleeve, but she leaned closer, thighs squeezing under my palm.
"I mean it. Should we do more? You'd be even cuter."
"…I'll do whatever you say, Souta-kun."
"Good girl."
"Then..?"
"Later."
We left the shop with her still blushing, her cardigan swaying as she walked beside me.
"Ah, Souta-kun. Did you already pay?"
"I did."
"We should've split it." She pouted, puffing her cheeks.
"No. I'll pay."
Another pout. Then she glanced at my hand. "May I?"
Even for something this small, she asked permission.
"You can grab it whenever you want."
Her whole face softened. She took my hand and pressed it to her cheek lovingly. If cuteness could kill, I'd be long gone.
We strolled through the mall connected to the theater, stopping to window shop.
"Um… Souta-kun?"
"Yes?"
"Can I… go buy underwear?"
"Yeah. But you can't wear it."
Her blush deepened, green eyes lowering. "…Okay♡."
We stopped at a lingerie store. The air was thick with perfume and lace. Kotoha followed me nervously as I picked out sets for her—thin straps, delicate lace, designs that would barely hide anything.
At the register, she hugged the bag to her chest, glaring at me with her lips curled. "Souta-kun, you pervert."
I laughed.
After the short outing, we returned home by train. This time, I held her by the shoulder and pulled her close.
"Souta-kun. Are you busy later?"
"Do you want to stop by my house?"
"…Y-yeah."
I hummed happily, and Kotoha did the same.
"The acting for the movie was pretty good."
"Was it..?"
"Which parts did you like the most?"
"I'm sorry, Souta-kun. I kind of lost my attention."
Obviously, she was too drowned in pleasure to pay attention. I only asked to tease her.
"Then, we need to go out again another day, right?"
"Yeah!"
We got to my house. Kotoha stretched as she plopped down on the sofa.
"Do you want anything to drink?"
"Just water."
"Okay."
While I went to the kitchen, Kotoha looked around the living room. After a moment, she got up and started cleaning, stacking books and fixing the cushions. She worked with a serious face, like a young housewife.
"Thank you, Kotoha-chan."
"Can you wait for me while I clean, Souta-kun?"
"Sure. Aren't you going to nag at me?"
"Even if I nag, you aren't going to listen~"
"You're making me look like a bad person."
"You are!"
Her cheeks reddened, and I could tell she wanted to bring up what I had done to her earlier. She wasn't ready yet. I would peel away her reservations little by little.
I waited on the sofa, scrolling on my phone, talking casually while she finished tidying up. When she was done, she sat next to me. Her hand slipped into mine, her face flustered.
"Kotoha-chan. Do you masturbate?"
"Hiih~!? S-Souta-kun, don't just ask that out of nowhere!"
"We're close enough that you can tell me, right?"
"T-that's not something I can say so easily…"
"You're avoiding the question. That means you do it."
"I-I don't—"
"Then look at me in the eyes and say you've never touched yourself."
"…Uuu…"
Her gaze dropped instantly, cheeks glowing red. Her thighs pressed together, her fingers fidgeting in her lap.
"So you do. Do you think about me when you do it?"
"D-don't tease me like that…!"
"Just answer me."
"…Souta-kun is mean…"
I leaned closer, my voice dropping low.
"You do it while imagining me fingering you, don't you?"
Her body jolted, a tiny gasp slipping from her lips.
"N-no, that's—ah…!"
Her breathing quickened, shoulders trembling. She couldn't even deny it properly. Her silence told me everything.
"Kotoha-chan… you're really too cute when you're flustered."
"…Pervert…"