The Angel Next Door Spoils Me Rotten (WN) (Volume 5+)

189 - Good Night

11pm, and Amane carried Mahiru into his bedroom.

He just wanted to go to sleep, as it was soon to be bedtime, but Mahiru appeared tense in his clutches, and her body was a little stiff.

Don't worry, I won't do anything, Amane whispered, put Mahiru on the bed, and she looked up at him with a blushing face.

"Y-you do not need to carry me over."

"You look sleepy. It's almost bed time."

"...You say so...but, I always do wonder, am I not heavy to you?"

"How weak do you think I am...?"

Amane did at least do some muscle training and jogging, and trained so that he would not embarrassed himself. He could at least lift Mahiru.

He might have difficulty lifting her back when they first met, not because she was heavy, but because he was weak.

"I still need to carry you. I'm not that weak."

"...Yes."

I can't carry you over my shoulders though, Amane joked. Mahiru widened her eyes, and smiled.

Once he saw Mahiru's lack of tension, he gently sat next to her on the bed. Her cheeks were slightly red, but she did not panic, and instead leaned over towards him.

Amane knew it was her way of welcoming him, so he too showed a faint smile, and gently embraced her up front.

"Anyway, you're not nervous without Kuma-san?"

The teddy bear he gave Mahiru was not part of her belongings on this day.

It seemed she cuddled it to sleep every day, but one had to wonder what made this day special...so he looked at the caramel-colored eyes, and they dropped bashfully.

"...I do not need it, for I have you today...and you will be jealous?"

"Yeah, I'll feel awkward if you're looking at something else even though you have me...so just look at me."

"...Yes."

"...But you aren't looking at me."

Her eyes were fixated near Amane's throat, and she probably was not looking at him.

She lifted her head once she heard that.

The slightly reddened cheeks were reminiscent of a fresh fruit, and Amane had the urge to bite.

He might infuriate her if he really did so, so he merely kept the thought to himself, and stared directly into the faltering caramel-colored eyes.

"...How about a kiss?"

Mahiru might jolt in his clutches if he was too sudden, so he asked for her permission. The faint red intensified, and Mahiru's eyes wavered.

However, she timidly nodded, probably having recalled their conversation at the living room.

It seemed she did not dislike it to begin with. She closed her eyes, and entrusted everything to Amane.

However, she was shivering a little, probably because she was not used to it.

The manner in which she shivered was as adorable as a little animal, and once he realized this, he smiled, exhaled, and with a slow movement that would not agitate her, he brought his lips onto her sealed lips.

Mahiru was so soft and tender all over.

So too were her lips, and they were damp, soft, bouncy, more vibrant than his.