"No."
A mischievous smile appeared on Aoba's face, "I just told him that when we get married, I'd send him an invitation."
"Maybe out of respect for Konan-nee, he didn't give me a hard time," Aoba didn't mention the agreement, as it would likely lead to unnecessary worry.
Konan was stunned at first, then her face turned bright red, "You're such a troublemaker."
"How is this being a troublemaker? I'm showing my sense of responsibility," Aoba became serious.
"Right, right, you're the most responsible one," Konan felt secretly pleased but didn't show it. She picked up another dumpling and stuffed it into Aoba's mouth.
Aoba didn't say anything more and ate with relish.
As the night deepened, Konan had already drunk most of a bottle of wine.
Watching Aoba eat on his own, she couldn't help but frown. Under the influence of alcohol, a hint of irritation rose in her heart.
"Are you just going to eat by yourself?"
"Hmm?", Aoba was holding a piece of fried chicken, not yet putting it in his mouth, and looked at her in confusion.
Konan blinked, leaned forward slightly, and opened her mouth a little, signaling for Aoba to feed her the fried chicken from his chopsticks.
Aoba also felt a playful urge.
"Konan-nee, do you want to eat it?", As he spoke, he even shook the fried chicken in his hand.
Konan just glared at him, opening her mouth even wider.
Aoba smiled and moved the fried chicken toward her, but just as Konan was about to bite it, he suddenly pulled it back.
"Aoba!", Konan pouted.
Aoba found the current Konan incredibly adorable and offered the fried chicken again.
Just as Konan was about to eat it, he pulled it back once more.
This repeated several times.
"You're so mean!", Konan puffed up her cheeks, grabbed his wrist, and slightly parted her red lips, as if ready to bite him.
But at that moment, Aoba loosened his grip, and the fried chicken fell from his chopsticks.
Right into the gap between Konan's plump thighs.
The two stared at each other.
The atmosphere froze instantly.
"Konan-nee, do you still want to eat it?", After a long silence, Aoba asked in a peculiar tone.
"Eh?", Konan was clearly stunned, looking at the fried chicken on her thigh with hesitation.
"It seems Konan-nee doesn't plan to eat it, so I'll gladly take it," Aoba said seriously.
Then he set down his chopsticks, placed his hand on her soft thigh, and slowly moved toward the fried chicken.
He could clearly feel Konan's breathing quicken.
After retrieving the fried chicken, he picked it up and put it in his own mouth.
After pretending to savor it carefully, he nodded exaggeratedly, "Even tastier now."
"Pe... pervert!", Konan's face was already bright red.
Though she lowered her head, her purple hair covering most of her blush, her ears, nearly red enough to drip blood, betrayed her current emotions.
Aoba's actions had made her feel extremely embarrassed, as if she were being treated like... a dinner plate.
Aoba didn't argue because it was the truth.
He wiped his fingers with a tissue, then suggested, "Konan-nee, let me wipe it for you too."
Without waiting for her reply, he pressed the tissue against her thigh, wiping away the grease left by the fried chicken.
Her skin felt smooth, soft, and warm.
"Mmm!", Konan let out an involuntary moan, her voice soft and sweet.
Aoba's lips curled slightly. He already understood Konan's meaning.
His hand, still wiping away the grease, subtly moved upward, and the tissue fell to the floor.
Aoba began an exploration game, but eventually stopped at the edge of a blue-purple forest.
"Huff!", At the critical moment, Konan pressed down on Aoba's restless hand. Her drunken eyes were hazy, her face flushed with shyness.
She lowered her head, breathing rapidly, "First... let's eat first."
"...Okay!", Aoba didn't push further and withdrew his hand. There was no rush.
Konan let out a small sigh of relief.
"Konan-nee, are you ready?", Aoba leaned on Konan's shoulder and whispered.
Konan shuddered slightly, then nodded.
"Don't force yourself."
Aoba picked up another piece of fried chicken and held it to Konan's lips.
This time, he didn't tease her.
Konan only had to part her lips slightly before the fried chicken was pushed into her mouth.
The evening breeze, accompanied by the pitter-patter of rain, drifted in through the window, making Konan lazily narrow her eyes.
Neither of them spoke again.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly grew quiet.
The sake on the table was soon nearly finished.
Only a small amount remained in the cup.
Konan leaned against Aoba, tilting the last bit of wine to his lips.
"Want a sip?"
Aoba looked into Konan's dazed eyes, which seemed veiled in mist.
Her cheeks were flushed, her expression charming, her smile radiant, she was clearly completely drunk.
With such low alcohol tolerance, she still tried to drown her sorrows in wine.
"Konan-nee, I'm not old enough to drink yet."
"Not old enough to drink, huh...", Konan pouted slightly, looking a little displeased, but soon smiled again.
"It's fine, I have a way."
Under Aoba's puzzled gaze, Konan downed the last of the wine in one gulp.
Then she roughly pressed herself against him.
The wine she couldn't swallow dripped down Aoba's chin.
Konan lifted her head contentedly, looking at the still-dazed Aoba with a teasing smile, "Was it good?"
"Y... yeah," Honestly, he was startled by Konan's boldness.
"Want more?"
"Yes."
"Hmm... too bad, it's all gone."
Konan pursed her lips, turning the cup upside down, not a drop left.
"Really?"
Aoba was also disappointed. The experience just now had been quite nice.
He subconsciously licked his lips.
Konan noticed immediately.
The next moment, Aoba suddenly felt as if he were floating.
He was thrown onto the bed.
Aoba stared blankly at the mischievous Konan.
Konan smirked, stood up to close the window, then slowly walked back to Aoba.
Seeing the aggressive smile on Konan's face, Aoba wondered if this was really his Konan-nee.
Or was this her true nature, and her usual aloofness just an act?
Konan didn't give him much time to think. She climbed onto the bed and straddled him.
"Aoba, even if you scream your lungs out tonight, it won't help!"
Konan leaned down and kissed him, while her clothes dissolved into paper...
Though Aoba wanted to shout, his mouth was sealed again...
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