The temperature in the warehouse kept rising, and sweat began to flow from Imaizumi's forehead as well.
He began to search around, hoping to find something that could be used for cooling.
Various balls, markers, even dusty relay batons...
Finally, in a metal cabinet labeled "First Aid Supplies," he found what he was looking for.
A bottle of Cooling Spray used for post-exercise muscle cooling.
"Found it."
Imaizumi Keita shook the spray bottle, found there was still half a bottle left, and quickly walked back to Shioyaki Lemon's side.
"...Spray?"
Shioyaki Lemon's vacant gaze refocused for a moment upon seeing the familiar bottle.
"Cool... I want it cool..."
She murmured to herself, her face showing pure longing.
In the next second, before Imaizumi Keita could react, Shioyaki Lemon very deftly and smoothly grabbed the hem of her sports shirt and yanked it upward.
The soaked sports camisole was taken off by her without any defense and tossed aside.
"Quick! Kin-chan! Help me spray! My back! My back is so hot!"
Shioyaki Lemon turned around, revealing her tight, athletic back, which was glistening with a layer of thin sweat, completely to Imaizumi Keita.
Looking at the scene before him, Imaizumi Keita felt his breathing stop for a beat.
That healthy, sun-kissed wheat-colored skin radiated youthful vitality and temptation in the dim light.
He steadied his mind, unscrewed the cap, and aimed the nozzle at her back.
"It might be a bit cold, bear with it."
Sss—
The icy mist sprayed onto the burning skin, making a faint sound.
"Mmm... ah..."
The coolness dispelled the irritating heat, and Shioyaki Lemon couldn't help but let out a satisfied soft moan.
The sound lightly brushed against the tip of Imaizumi Keita's heart.
"So... so comfortable..."
Shioyaki Lemon seemed completely immersed in this coolness, her whole body relaxing.
Immediately after, Shioyaki Lemon reached out and smoothly took off the only remaining sports bra she was wearing, tossing it aside as well.
Imaizumi Keita's brain went into a standstill, and the movements of his hands stopped as well.
It's over.
The situation had spiraled out of control in the worst possible direction.
He could clearly feel that Shioyaki Lemon's current emotions were in a state of extreme relaxation and vulnerability due to the physical comfort.
If he didn't intervene now, with her current blurred consciousness, heaven knows what more outrageous things she would do.
Imaizumi Keita immediately used his 'Sensory Manipulation' ability to turn down Shioyaki Lemon's perception of the'sweltering heat' and her attention to the external environment to the lowest level.
"Hmm...?"
Shioyaki Lemon, who was enjoying the coolness, suddenly felt something was wrong.
It seemed the sweltering heat that had made her miserable just now had suddenly weakened a lot, leaving only a dizzy head and a sweating body to make her feel uncomfortable.
She dizzily turned around, her unfocused eyes searching around in the dim warehouse.
Soon, she locked onto Imaizumi Keita, who was holding the spray can.
"Cool... Kin-chan, spray me a few more times..."
Those words unconsciously escaped Shioyaki Lemon's mouth.
Physical instinct overrode everything.
She stood up unsteadily, opened her arms, and lunged straight toward Imaizumi Keita.
"Hey! Wait!"
Seeing her like this, Imaizumi Keita immediately realized his ability had backfired.
He hurriedly bent down to pick up the sports camisole she had taken off, wanting to help her put it on before she lunged over.
However, Shioyaki Lemon's movements were much faster than he imagined.
Just as he straightened up, still holding that small sports camisole in his hand—
A warm and soft body lunged firmly into his arms.
Shioyaki Lemon's arms tightly circled his waist, her cheek pressed against his chest, and she rubbed against him contentedly.
"Cool... Kin-chan, so cool..."
Bang—!
At that moment, the heavy iron door of the sports warehouse was suddenly pulled open from the outside.
Blinding sunlight flooded in instantly, sweeping away the darkness inside the warehouse.
Yanami Anna's figure appeared at the door, hands on her hips, her face wearing a triumphant "Look, your savior is here" expression, her voice full of the joy of claiming credit.
"Hmph! Be grateful to this young lady, Imaizumi-kun! It's the great Yanami-sama who has rescued you from this damn warehouse..."
Her words came to an abrupt halt the moment she saw the scene inside the warehouse.
In Imaizumi Keita's arms, he was holding a girl who was naked from the waist up.
And in his hand, he was holding the sports camisole that clearly belonged to that girl.
The smile on Yanami Anna's face vanished bit by bit, replaced by a look of gloom.
Her lips trembled slightly, and after a few seconds of being dazed, she asked softly in a trembling, broken voice:
"...So, Imaizumi, is it just losers you like, and not me?"
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