After we finished browsing the rest of the albums, I made a lame excuse of needing to charge my phone, adding that I was pretty exhausted. They let me go easily, and the two of them accompanied me on the way, citing they were also turning in early.
When I got inside the room and finally alone, I knelt down and let out a huge breath. In less than a minute, my sadness turned into rage. I was at mad myself. What was I expecting?
Closing my eyes, I buried down the jealousy and anger. It was little now, but if it got any larger, it'd be a disaster. I didn't want to ruin anything. Especially now, when everything was going great.
"So much for small breasts," I murmured, sighing, digging out my charger from my bag.
"What are you doing?"
I jumped. The charger slipped out of my hand. Putting a hand over my chest, I whirled and glared at Akira. "You scared me."
Akira gave me a curious glance. "Were you doing anything bad?"
I plopped on the tatami mats and said nothing.
"They said you went ahead." He closed the screen behind him then his brows furrowed. "Did my cousins do something?"
"No," I cried and put a hand vertically in front of my face and waved it back and forth, signaling he was wrong.
He still narrowed his eyes, but his shoulders loosened as I explained and picked up the charger. He sat down, tucking his right legs under his left, his yukata hitching up, exposing a large portion of skin of his thigh.
I stared at it longer than I intended, churning up the heat inside me. Swallowing, I averted my gaze and plugged in the charger. My mind filled with those fairly hairy legs and smooth thighs and how warm it might be or how much I wanted to climb on his lap.
Shame accompanied it. I had seen more, but the desire never seemed to abate. Thus, I kept my eyes on the tatami mats.
"Reiko-senpai," Akira began, filling the silence. "You know you can tell me if they did anything, right?"
I lifted my head and looked at him. He shifted on his seat but still refused to cover up. My eyes gravitated towards the exposed skin. Being jealous before felt silly now.
"I know," I said without gazing up.
"Do you want to turn in early?" he asked.
"Um…sure." I glanced at his face, but my mind floated. Hot, sweaty, and needy images kept flashing.
However, the lust fog momentarily lifted when I saw Akira clearly. He had a bemused smile. His eyes were gleaming.
My mouth went dry. He caught me. An urgent need to escape him coursed through me. Clearing my throat, I stood and scurried towards the closet. But his stare bored into my back.
With flushed ears, I turned to him. "What? Spit it out already."
"Nothing." He shrugged, biting his lips to stop himself from smiling.
"Then why are you laughing?" I glared and stomped towards him.
"I'm not." The grin finally broke out on his lips.
"You are," I said, exasperated.
"I'm not. I'm smiling." Akira chuckled.
"You are now." I put a hand on my hips and jutted out my left foot.
"That's because you're so stubborn." His hand touched my ankle. "Unlike your face."
"My face?" I frowned.
"It's so honest." His other hand slithered higher, grazing the hem of my yukata until it crept under the fabric. "Especially your eyes."
Reddening, I pulled back my foot, but his grip tightened. His hand hiked up further and reached my inner thigh. I gasped, my knees buckling. I had to clutch his hair to keep my balance.
"Akira," I hissed, yanking on his hair.
But his hand stopped at the curved of my hips. My jaw dropped as I stared at him, eyes wide as he tugged down my underwear.
"My cousins adore you, and they're coming with us tomorrow. They'll drag you about again." He shook his head and exhaled loudly.
"What's that got to do with my panties?" I raised an eyebrow, smoothing out my yukata.
"Weren't you undressing me with your eyes?" He wiggled his eyebrows and smirked. "And you smell so good. I couldn't resist at all, Reiko-senpai."
"Even though Mayuki-san told me you're the one who bought the shampoo and the conditioner?" I asked.
"Did she now?" Akira dragged the panties and made me step out of it. "I guess I'll be taking this as payment."
"Akira, Reiko," a voice called outside the room.
My plain light blue panties stopped twirling in Akira's hands. We exchanged looks.