Chapter 304 The Two Made Unsteady by Shimizu Akira
Kikyo-chan is truly a good person!
This morning, Hasabe Haruka received another message from Kushida Kikyo:
Kushida Kikyo: You have to tell me everything about your progress with Shimizu-kun later, okay?
Kushida Kikyo: Including those troubles that are a bit hard to talk about. You can consult me anytime.
Kushida Kikyo: I absolutely won't tell anyone else.
She was truly the "Miss Angel" of the class—gentle and understanding.
Sometimes she didn't just listen to complaints; lately, she had been proactively helping Haruka and Airi push their relationship with Shimizu Akira forward.
Classmates often said Kikyo and Ichinose Honami from Class B were the two most famous helpful beauties in the first year. But in Haruka's eyes, how could Ichinose even compare to their Kikyo? She wasn't fit to hold her shoes!
Just then, there was a soft knock on the dormitory door. Haruka trotted over to open it and saw Sakura Airi standing at the door in a blue coat, looking timid.
"Come in, quick!" She enthusiastically grabbed her best friend's gloved hand, pulled her inside, and closed the door.
Before Airi could speak, her eyes were drawn to Haruka's attire. She was only wearing a red swimsuit, and compared to the conservative style she wore last time, this one clearly exposed much more skin.
"Haruka, why are you dressed like that already..." Airi murmured, her face flushing.
"Relax, relax! We're in my dorm anyway!" Haruka waved her hand dismissively. "Besides, I have the AC set to 29°C!"
Airi looked up at the AC display. The temperature was indeed set high, no wonder Haruka didn't feel cold in such light clothing. The room temperature made Airi feel an involuntary wave of heat, and her fingers unconsciously tugged at the hem of her coat.
"Airi? Since it's so hot, why don't you take off your coat!"
"T-this..."
"What's there to hesitate about! It's just taking off a coat~"
"...Okay... I-I understand."
Airi lowered her head and began to slowly remove her gear piece by piece: first the scarf, then the gloves, and finally the heavy coat. Haruka took the discarded clothes and tossed them
onto the bed, only to discover that Airi was also wearing a pale yellow swimsuit underneath. The swimsuit made Airi's skin look exceptionally white and tender; she shyly used her arms to cover her chest, her cheeks blooming with a deep red.
"So you were prepared too!" Haruka's eyes lit up as she moved closer to inspect. "This one suits you perfectly, the color is very gentle~"
Airi kept her head down.
"It was Haruka who said we should wear swimsuits... so I picked this one..."
"Come, come, let me get a good look!" Haruka pulled her down onto the edge of the bed. "There's still half an hour before Kiyoshi-kun arrives. We need to check the effect first."
Airi's fingers trembled with nervousness, but she sat obediently and let her friend inspect her.
"But speaking of which," Haruka suddenly thought of something, "you didn't wear the swimsuit as underwear on the way here, did you?"
Hearing this, the tips of Airi's ears turned blood-red. "M-mm! After all, Shimizu-kun is coming soon, I wanted to be as prepared as possible."
"Pfft—!" Haruka couldn't help but laugh, affectionately poking Airi's burning cheek.
"Our Airi is getting bolder and bolder~ But in terms of exposure, there really isn't much difference between a swimsuit and lingerie, is there?"
Haruka stood up, took two different colored bottles of sunscreen from her drawer, and turned back to Airi with excitement: "Since we're all ready... why don't we pick a sunscreen color we like?"
She expertly twisted the caps off both bottles and gestured to Airi: "Come, hold out your hands, I'll squeeze some out so you can see the effect."
Airi obediently opened her palms, watching as Haruka squeezed a milky-white sunscreen and a transparent, colorless one onto her left and right hands. She blinked. "I usually... prefer the milky-white one." That kind made the skin look fairer and had a mild texture that made her feel safe.
"Hehe... how about trying the transparent one this time? I feel like as a boy, Kiyoshi-kun might like this type better." As she spoke, Haruka dipped a finger into the transparent sunscreen and rubbed it gently between her fingertips; the cream pulled into thin threads as she moved.
Watching Haruka play with the sunscreen between her fingers, Airi felt her heart skip a beat for no reason.
'Is it an illusion? Why does this feel so lewd!'
But given her introverted nature and the fact that the subject was Shimizu Akira, she couldn't say no. In the end, she just nodded shyly.
"Great! The sunscreen is decided then~" Haruka wiped her hands with a tissue and suddenly clapped.
"Right, right, Kiyoshi-kun should be here in about 20 minutes. Airi, you need to think ahead—which parts can you accept him helping you apply? How long do you want the process to last?"
Airi froze, blinking blankly. She hadn't even considered those details yet.
"It's not too late to think now~" Haruka leaned into her ear, listing things with a mischievous grin.
"For example, the back definitely needs it, right? Arms and legs can't be missed... what about the collarbone? The sides of your waist?"
With every body part mentioned, Airi's earlobes grew redder.
When she heard "sides of the waist," Airi almost tried to shrink into her swimsuit. "The w-waist area..." A girl's waist was incredibly sensitive. Even when bathing, Airi didn't dare touch it too much. An investigation thread she saw recently said that for most girls, the waist is a weakness—a secret area only a boyfriend should touch.
'Now... am I really going to let Shimizu-kun touch there?'
"Oh come on, you have to be thorough with sunscreen!" Haruka wagged a finger. "Besides, I'm totally fine with it! If it's Kiyoshi-kun, I can accept him touching me anywhere."
"I-is that so... how bold." Airi responded in a small voice, still looking down. Haruka was indeed much braver. She remembered Haruka saying that, just like her, she had never had a boyfriend. That meant this was the first time for both of them to experience such intimate contact.
"Then... I can do it too," Airi whispered a few seconds later. She liked Akira, and with Haruka being so proactive, she naturally didn't want to be left behind.
"Then let's set the time at 20 minutes? 20 minutes each!" Haruka proposed. Airi nodded involuntarily.
"Speaking of which, Airi, your gravure idol work is on hiatus, right?"
Haruka asked, tilting her head.
"Even though you post selfies on social media occasionally, you haven't updated a single one in the two months since getting close to Kiyoshi-kun~ How strange! Why is that!"
"Uuu..." Airi let out a cute whimper.
As a student, she had reached an agreement with her agency to suspend idol activities upon enrollment.
The reason she often asked Akira to take photos was just an excuse to spend more time with the person she liked. The photos taken by Akira were actually kept secretly in a private album. Lately, she simply wanted to show her cutest side to her crush.
"P-please stop teasing me, Haruka!" Airi protested quietly, then muttered, "And about the photos, you were the one who suggested it, and you're the one leading the sunscreen thing too..."
This made Haruka's face turn red as well. Indeed, the recent proactive approaches toward Akira were all pushed by her.
'What is with this Airi! She usually has a soft, mushy personality, so why is she so sharp at the key moment?'
She suddenly remembered Kikyo's comment from a while ago—that when Airi witnessed Sudo Ken's fight, she had lied to her without hesitation despite her timid tone.
Haruka had thought it was a joke then, but it seemed to be true!
'Does this person only become obedient and submissive in front of Shimizu Akira?'
"Alright, no more jokes," Haruka straightened her expression.
"Even though we say it's applying sunscreen, our real goal is to make Kiyoshi-kun happy! He worked so hard tutoring us, and our grades really have improved. So when the time comes, no matter what posture he suggests, we must cooperate!"
Airi nodded seriously. On this point, their thoughts were perfectly aligned.
The two whispered together for a bit longer until the dormitory doorbell rang. Haruka trotted forward to open it; Shimizu Akira was standing outside. Today he wore a brand new brown wool coat.
'That style... why does it look more and more like the one Kikyo-chan stared at for so long when I went shopping with her?'
No, no, how could her good friend Kikyo give Akira a coat? It must be a coincidence. She shook her head to dismiss the thought and stepped aside to welcome him.
"Kiyoshi-kun looks very handsome today~"
The moment Akira stepped into the room, he was momentarily stunned. Sakura Airi stood awkwardly by the bed, her pale yellow swimsuit making her skin look white as snow, her hands nervously interlaced. Haruka's red swimsuit was even more bright and bold, sexy and generous.
Airi's ears were red, but she gathered her courage to look up: "Sh-Shimizu-kun... shall we start now?"
Akira's gaze shifted between the two girls. He noticed Haruka secretly nudging Airi's calf with her toe, causing the latter to tremble like a startled fawn. Looking at the two of them, Akira couldn't help but smile.
He presented the camera in his hand: "No rush, Sakura. Before that, let's return this to its owner."
This camera had been with him for a long time. Ever since Airi asked him to copy the photos, it had remained with him. Though he offered to return it multiple times, she always said there was no hurry. Today was a good chance to hand it back.
Airi nodded softly and stepped forward carefully to take the camera. Akira took off his coat and hung it on the back of a chair.
The AC in the room was indeed working very well.
Airi and Haruka both stared at the boy, watching the faint lines of muscle visible under his shirt. They forgot to look away.
Just as most boys appreciate women with good figures, a boy with muscle was equally attractive to girls.
"Can we start? Which of you is going first?" Akira asked.
Only then did they snap out of it. They looked at each other in silence for a few seconds before Haruka looked at Airi and raised her hand: "Let's start with Airi first! Please, Kiyoshi-kun."
Airi was stunned: "B-but... I, I haven't—"
"Alright, alright, we know Airi is shy~" Haruka snapped her fingers. "How about this: I'll spread a leather mat on the bed, and Airi can lie face down while Kiyoshi-kun applies the sunscreen for you on the bed, okay?"
Haruka pulled a light gray leather mat from the wardrobe, nimbly spread it in the center of the bed, and tugged at the corners to make sure it was perfectly flat.
"Come over, Airi. This mat is soft, it'll be comfortable to lie on." She waved Airi over.
Airi's feet felt like they were glued to the floor. She shuffled toward the bed, her fingers touching the ties of her swimsuit. She looked at the bed, then shot a quick glance at Akira, the heat in her cheeks nearly setting her on fire.
"I-if I lie down... won't it be very strange?"
"What's strange about it! It's easier to do your back if you're lying down." Haruka gave her a gentle push. Airi stumbled forward and lay down on the mat, propping herself up slightly with her arms, her lower back slightly arched like a startled kitten.
Akira walked to the bedside, holding the transparent sunscreen. His gaze fell on her tensed back, and his voice was soft: "Relax, I'll be gentle."
Airi buried her face deeper into the pillow, her face turning even redder, only able to let out a muffled "Mm."
She could clearly hear the sound of Akira twisting the cap, followed by the rustling sound of him rubbing his palms together. The next second, palms carrying the slightly cool cream landed on her back. Airi's skin was delicate and very sensitive. The moment Akira's fingertips touched her, she gave a violent start, her shoulders hunching up.
"Don't be stiff." Akira's voice was right above her. His palms didn't move immediately; he just kept them pressed against her back, as if waiting for her to adjust.
Haruka pulled up a chair and sat nearby, resting her elbows on her knees and watching with great interest. She didn't forget to tease: "Airi, your reaction is too cute. Kiyoshi-kun isn't going to eat you."
Airi bit her lip and secretly clenched her fists, trying her best to relax. Only then did Akira slowly move his palms, pushing the sunscreen out bit by bit from her shoulders downward.
"The waist area... does that need it too?" Akira's voice grew lower.
Airi's body stiffened again. She buried her face even deeper; the fabric of the pillow was becoming damp from her breath. It took a long time before she could squeeze an "Mm" from her throat.
Akira's palms moved slowly to the sides of her waist. The skin there was thinner and more flushed. The moment his palms covered it, Airi couldn't help but let out a soft whimper. Her entire body shrank into the mattress, and her little toes curled up.
"S-sorry..." she apologized hurriedly, her voice carrying a hint of a sob. She felt like she was dying of embarrassment.
"It's okay. Was I moving too fast?" Akira stopped, a trace of amusement in his voice.
"No! It's just me..." Airi wanted to explain but didn't know what to say, so she just buried her face even tighter.
Haruka sat by the side with her eyes narrowed in a smile.
"Kiyoshi-kun, it's Airi's first time after all. I think you should be even gentler."
'Why does that sound so strange?' Akira thought.
He gave an affirmative sound, and when his palms landed on her waist again, his movements were even slower—almost as if he were stroking her with his fingertips, gradually spreading the sunscreen.
Airi could feel his fingers moving along the edges of her swimsuit. The touch was like an electric current, surging from her waist through her entire body, making her heart beat so fast it felt like it would jump out. Akira's palms were wider than she imagined. Incredibly, she didn't
hate the feeling. Instead, a warmth slowly rose through her body, as if she were being gently wrapped in sunlight.
After an unknown amount of time, Akira's hands finally moved away. She let out a sigh of relief, yet felt a bit empty.
"The back is done. Change positions, we need to do the arms and legs," Akira's voice came.
Airi looked back involuntarily and suddenly crashed into Akira's gentle eyes. She quickly looked away, only to see Haruka winking and making faces at her. Her face turned into a ripe apple again.
She could only respond weakly: "O-okay... I'll listen to whatever Shimizu-kun says... whatever you want me... to do... I'll do it."
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Akira finally witnessed today what a living, breathing "obedient doll" looked like. Airi was like a puppet with a switch; if he told her to lift her left arm, she'd lift her left arm; if he told her to switch, her right hand would go up immediately. It was the same when applying it to her calves and thighs; she followed his instructions without a single hesitation.
That said, Airi's thighs were truly slender and white. The hem of her swimsuit barely covered the base of her thighs, and the exposed skin was dazzlingly radiant.
During these twenty minutes, Akira had touched nearly every inch of her skin except for a few private areas. As expected of someone who had been a gravure idol—the figure and the texture were impeccable.
In this moment, he finally understood why people liked helping others apply sunscreen.
What man wouldn't like a legitimate reason to touch a beautiful girl's body? Not to mention these two chose transparent sunscreen today; watching the cream on his palms slowly melt into her delicate skin... that visual!
He quickly pinched his own thigh. Hiss~
Just as Akira was about to tell her to get up, Airi timidly turned her head first, her eyelashes drooping as she didn't dare look at him.
"Sh-Shimizu-kun... is it all done?"
Her voice was soft and mushy. Looking at her like this, Akira coughed lightly to suppress the odd feeling in his heart.
"Mm, it's done. Get up."
Only then did Airi prop herself up on the mattress to stand. The moment she stood straight, she stumbled. Her legs were likely numb from lying down for so long. Akira was quick and caught her by the arm.
"Th-thank you, Shimizu-kun..." Airi quickly pulled her hand back as if she'd been shocked.
Haruka, who had been watching with delight, clapped her hands and laughed out loud.
"Oh my, Airi can't even walk straight after staying with Kiyoshi-kun?"
"Haruka!" Airi was so embarrassed she wanted to sink into the floor.
"Please stop... I was just... lying down for too long!!"
She wasn't ignorant of the things between men and women. Health and Physical Education classes in Japan had systematically taught this knowledge since middle school.
Akira looked at Haruka helplessly.
"Why do you always tease her? Are you that mischievous?"
"How is this bullying Airi?" Haruka blinked righteously.
"I'm helping her show her cutest side. In other words, I'm helping her."
She was quite practiced at making excuses.
Airi suddenly spoke in a small voice: "Actually... I want to see Haruka's cute side too."
"Oh? Just you?" Haruka raised her chin triumphantly, thinking Airi was trying to counter-attack.
"I probably can't do it..." Airi suddenly looked at Akira and gathered her courage.
"But Shimizu-kun definitely can. It's Haruka's turn now. ...You will definitely become just like me."
"Hmph! Bring it on!" Haruka lay down on the mat with full confidence.
"I won't be at a loss like a certain someone!"
But when Akira's palm covered the side of her waist, Haruka couldn't help but let out a sharp intake of breath. The cool sunscreen and the warmth of his palm interlaced into a marvelous sensation, sending a numbing tingle through her whole body.
'Wait...'
How could this be? Just being touched felt this good?
Akira moved his hand in gentle circles on her waist, feeling the body beneath him suddenly tense up.
He laughed softly. "I see you're no different from Sakura."
"Don't look down on me!" Haruka buried her face in the pillow.
"This Big Sister has seen plenty of things!"
"Oh?..."
Just as she spoke, Akira's palm happened to slide across the most sensitive part of her waist, causing her to let out a sudden, soft moan.
"Pfft!" Beside them came the sound of Airi failing to stifle a laugh.
Haruka's whole face burned. She simply gave up and buried her face, letting those magical hands roam across her spine.
'Whatever, let her laugh! At least it feels good for me.'
Watching Haruka's transition from being stubborn to trembling all over, Akira couldn't help but chuckle.
A few minutes later, Akira said, "Okay, the back is done. Change positions for the arms and legs."
Haruka felt like she'd been liberated and scrambled up from the bed. But because she rose too fast, her vision went dark, and she almost fell. Akira quickly supported her, his palm gripping her wrist.
"Slow down. Why are you always so frantic?"
Her wrist held by him, Haruka's cheeks grew even hotter.
She gently pulled her hand back and turned away to fix her swimsuit, still stubbornly insisting: "I-I only have numb legs from lying down too long. It's not because I was made unsteady by Kiyoshi-kun!"
Akira watched her flustered state—her mouth was as stubborn as ever. He turned and picked up the sunscreen.
"Then come sit down, it's time for the arms."
Haruka shuffled back to the edge of the bed. Just as she lifted her arm, she met Airi's giggling gaze. She glared at Airi but tensed up again the moment Akira's palm touched her arm. This time she didn't act tough; instead, she gently pulled Airi's wrist and brought her to the bedside as well. Both of them lay down on the mat together.
"Don't just laugh! You come too!" she said with a hint of spite.
"Both of us together, let's see you laugh at me then!"
"Kiyoshi-kun," she turned to Akira, her cheeks still flushed, "this time you have to apply sunscreen to both of us at the same time! I don't want Airi just watching from the side and making fun of me!"
"Uuu..." Airi was too shy to protest and naturally lay flat down. After all, doing it again seemed quite nice to her?
Akira looked at the two girls lying side-by-side in front of him. Their white backs and beautiful curves of waist and hips revealed almost all the beauty of girls their age.
'Well, fine.
I have two hands, don't I?'
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