I glanced toward Aisha and Akemi, raising a brow and giving them a subtle nod—just enough for them to understand.
Aisha smirked knowingly, sliding off my lap with a soft stretch, brushing imaginary sand from her thighs. "I'll go get us some juice," she said, though her tone dripped with amusement. Akemi gave me a ghostly wink before phasing slightly into the air like a sitcom exit.
They exchanged a quick look and giggled quietly before slipping away, pretending to leave—but I knew them too well. They weren't going far. Aisha's idea of privacy was hiding behind a palm tree with one eye peeking out, and Akemi, well… she was already floating half through a bush.
Now, it was just Hana and me.
She blinked, suddenly aware of the silence. Her gaze darted between my focused stare and the wide space beside her. "W-Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked, scooting back slightly, the way a bunny does before deciding if it's time to bolt.
I tilted my head, grinning. "Oh, nothing. Just thinking…" I leaned in closer, voice low, "...it's your turn."
"M-My what now?" she stammered, cheeks already flaring.
Before she could escape, I gently pushed her onto the warm sand. She let out a squeak, her arms flailing for a second before resting beneath me.
"H-Hey!" Hana looked up at me, flustered. "T-This is—! W-We're outside!"
I leaned closer, brushing her bangs from her forehead. "That didn't stop you from kissing me earlier."
"T-That was different!" she squeaked again, her face now as red as a tomato. "I didn't think we'd end up like this!"
I chuckled, brushing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Don't worry. It's just us… and the ocean… and that crab who's seen way too much today."
"Stop!" she cried, hiding her face with both hands, giggling beneath them.
I kissed each of her fingertips, slowly pulling her hands away. Then I trailed gentle kisses along her cheeks, down to her neck, my fingers ghosting over her sides, making her twitch and squirm.
"Y-You're being unfair…" she whimpered, caught between embarrassment and anticipation.
I grinned. "No. I'm being attentive."
As I leaned down, my hand brushed her cheek, and I whispered close to her lips, "You're adorable when you pretend not to want this."
Hana's breath hitched as I leaned in again, our eyes locked—her wide and glistening, mine calm and intent. I didn't speak. Instead, I slowly brought my forehead against hers, letting the closeness do the talking.
She blinked, cheeks pink. "You're staring…"
"I'm admiring," I whispered, brushing my nose lightly against hers. "Is that not allowed?"
She let out a shy giggle, the kind that always made my heart twist with warmth. Her fingers clutched the edge of my sleeve like she was grounding herself, unsure whether to pull me closer or push me away.
I made the choice for her.
Our lips met again—soft, warm, and slow. The kind of kiss that felt like a conversation. Her lips trembled slightly at first, but with each passing second, she melted further into it, pressing back with a quiet need.
I shifted my weight just enough to hover over her, one hand cupping her cheek, the other brushing down her side. Her body responded to every little touch, her fingers tightening on my shirt, her shoulders lifting slightly as she leaned up into the kiss.
Her breath came out in a soft whimper against my mouth. "Y-You're good at this…"
"I practice on you a lot," I teased between kisses, earning a light punch on the shoulder.
"I knew it! You perv," she muttered, then gasped when I kissed her more firmly this time.
My thumb brushed her cheek as I angled her face gently. Our lips moved together with increasing rhythm, heat building gradually like a rising tide. Her legs shifted beneath me, unsure where to go. She looped her arms around my neck instead, pulling me closer, her voice muffled by our kissing.
She sighed into my mouth. "Ito…"
I paused for a second, letting our foreheads touch again. "What is it?"
Her lips curved into the softest smile. "Don't stop."
So I didn't.
I kissed her again, deeper now, as if we were sharing something wordless but real. Her moans were small, almost accidental, like her heart was reacting before her mind could catch up. My hand brushed her back, pulling her closer into the kiss, feeling the gentle tremble that ran through her.
When we finally broke apart, breathless, her lips were red and slightly parted, her eyes glassy.
She looked up at me. "How do you… make me feel like this?"
I gave her a small, cocky smile. "It's love. Or maybe just my superior technique."
Hana snorted through a flustered laugh and slapped my chest. "Shut up…"
I leaned in, planting one last, softer kiss on her lips—this one tender, reassuring, quiet.
"Only if you kiss me again."
She didn't answer. She just pulled me down into another kiss.
Our lips parted for just a second before Hana pulled me back down again, more confidently this time. Her hands, still trembling slightly, moved up my back as if she was trying to memorize every inch. I kissed her deeply, letting her melt again, guiding the rhythm while savoring every soft sound she made.
Between kisses, I whispered teasingly, "You're getting bolder."
She murmured breathlessly, "It's your fault…"
My hands moved gently over her sides, tracing her curves through the thin fabric. She squirmed beneath me, not pulling away, just burying her face into my shoulder for a second before looking back up with a dazed, flustered smile.
My fingers lingered at her waist, before trailing higher—light, teasing touches. She arched just slightly into my hand, her breath catching.
"I can't wait for our first real night," I murmured near her ear. "Not just with you… but with all of my adorable, still-so-pure girlfriends."
She gasped, her entire face lighting up in red. "Y-You can't just say things like that!"
I grinned, stealing another kiss. "But it's true."
She pushed my chest with her fists, but didn't actually move me. "Idiot…"
My hands moved again, one slipping around to her back, drawing her closer, the other resting gently along her upper waist. Her body responded instinctively, trembling with each touch, her soft moans barely escaping between our kisses.
I pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. "You're beautiful when you're flustered."
Hana covered her face with her hands, groaning. "Stop teasing…"
I gently pulled her hands away and kissed the tips of her fingers. "Never."
She let out a little squeak, kicking her foot in protest before grabbing me by the collar and dragging me into another long kiss.
Still lying over Hana, her soft breaths tickling my neck, I smirked.
"I wonder what kind of faces Mei and Aoi will make when I make out with them like this," I whispered teasingly into her ear.
Her eyes widened, a flush rushing up her cheeks.
"W-What?! Y-You're thinking about them now?!"
I chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Of course I am. I want to give all of you love. Mei with her tsundere scowls, and Aoi with her adorable stutters… but you, Hana—"
I leaned down again, my lips barely touching hers, "—get priority for now."
She looked away, pouting, but her body relaxed as my arms wrapped around her. I trailed soft kisses from her cheek to her neck, and her pout faded into a soft whimper.
"You're not fair…" she murmured, arching slightly under me.
My hands slid around her waist as I whispered, "I want to hold all of you, every part of you, just like this."
I pressed my lips to hers again—longer this time. She melted into the kiss, her fingers gripping my shoulders. It wasn't wild, but slow and deep. Her legs shifted beneath me as I deepened it, teasing her gently, nibbling her bottom lip just to hear that breathless gasp.
When we finally broke apart, a string of breath connected us. Her eyes were dazed.
"Don't say stuff like that so casually," she said in a shaky voice, trying to sound annoyed but failing entirely.
"Like what?" I grinned. "That I want to kiss Mei? Or that I can't wait for our first real night?"
She buried her face in my chest, groaning. "Itoooo…"
I laughed, stroking her back gently. "You're cute when you're flustered."
As I gently ran my hand along her side, I couldn't help but chuckle.
"You know, Hana…" I whispered near her ear, "Every time I even try to touch you, you instinctively arch your back like you're helping me get better access… So why are you acting all shy now?"
She froze for a second, then swatted my shoulder with a flustered squeak.
"I-It's not like I do it on purpose!"
I grinned, letting my lips graze her collarbone.
"Oh really? Because it feels like your body's got a mind of its own—and it really likes me."
"Shut up…" she mumbled, hiding her face in her hands, her ears glowing red.
I slid one hand behind her head and kissed her again, slow and deep. Her fingers gripped my back as she responded, her shy squirming replaced by soft, needy movements. Even in her embarrassed state, she clung to me like I was the only thing grounding her.
When we pulled apart again, I gave her a playful smirk.
"You're mine, Hana. Every little flinch, every little sound—you're mine."
She huffed, still red, and muttered, "Then take responsibility for making me feel this way…"
I rested my forehead against hers and whispered, "Gladly."
As our lips met again, deeper this time, my hand naturally drifted to her lower back… and then just a bit lower. I gave a gentle, playful squeeze, and Hana let out a sudden squeak into the kiss, her body jolting against mine.
"H-Hey…!" she gasped, breaking the kiss for just a second.
"What?" I teased with a mischievous grin. "Just showing my affection. It's part of the full girlfriend experience."
Her hands clung to my shoulders, trembling slightly. "Y-You're shameless…"
"And you love it," I whispered, trailing a soft kiss along her cheek.
She tried to pout but failed, her lips twitching into a smile even as her face burned bright red. Her voice dropped to a whisper.
"…Just don't do it too much. Not here…"
I leaned close, my hand still casually resting there. "Then you shouldn't keep pressing into me like this. You're making it too tempting."
"D-Don't say it like that…!" she whined softly, hiding her face against my chest. "It's your fault for making me feel this way…"
Our lips met again—soft, slow, and a little longer this time. Hana's hands clung to my shoulders, her breath catching between kisses.
As I slipped my arm around her waist, my other hand gently settled lower, squeezing her again. She let out a quiet gasp, eyes fluttering half-closed as her back arched slightly—not away from me, but toward me.
Her body moved on instinct, her hips tilting just enough to press closer, lifting slightly as if inviting more attention. I felt her shiver from the contact.
Her glasses slid a little down her nose with all the movement, and she blinked through them, flustered but not pulling away.
"Y-You're doing this on purpose…" she mumbled, her voice barely a whisper between breaths.
"Doing what?" I grinned, leaning in to nudge her glasses back up gently with my nose. "You're the one who keeps arching into me. Don't tell me you're actually enjoying this."
"I—I'm not…!" Her voice cracked a little, betraying her.
"You sure?" I whispered, brushing her hair back and pressing another kiss to her lips, slow and warm.
She didn't answer with words. Just another deep, melting kiss and that same subtle shift of her body, curving into me with quiet surrender.
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END OF CHAPTER : 44 : BEACH ! PART : 6 : HANA AND ME!
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