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

263 - Belonging to Each other

After a short kiss, Amane accompanied Mahiru into the bedroom.

Mahiru had visited the bedroom a few times already, but she was still a little tense, and her hand holding Amane's was a little tighter.

In turn, Amane smiled as he gently stroked his fingers over her palm to get her to relax, and held it as he led her onto the bed.

So Mahiru sat on the bed, shivering away, looking embarrassed, resembling a rabbit who was to be eaten by a wolf.

Once he saw how adorable she was, he sheathed back the fangs that were about to be exposed at his prey, sat next to her, and patted her head to coax her.

He said he would not do anything, but she was still nervous, probably because it was the bedroom.

"I'm not going to eat you. Didn't I say that I'll have you as a dakimakura today?"

"I-is that so?"

"...Are you looking forward to it?"

"No-not at all! It-it is just that, Amane-kun, you..."

"Me?"

"...You look so composed, and so manly. I-it feels embarrassing. Y-you meanie."

So Mahiru fidgeted and shriveled as she looked up at Amane, looking awkward. Amane thought to himself that he did well on the surface, and smiled.

Truly, he might look composed, but inside, he was not. Rather, he could not be composed simply because he understood her somewhat.

He only remained composed, for he knew that if he was too anxious, he would terrify Mahiru. Also, he felt that if he panicked, he would not be manly at all.

"I told you before that I'm not exactly the most composed. I just want to show you my cool so, so I didn't look that way."

"So will you show it to me if I say I want to have a look?"

"No."

"Meanie."

"It's embarrassing to be blushing and stammering."

It was five months since they started dating, and if he was to blush whenever thy kissed or petted each other, that would be too embarrassing.

Amane felt that a female would rather he was a reliable person, and that it would be better if Mahiru could be calmed down like this. However, she cautiously pinched the hem of his shirt.

"...I want to see you as you are Amane-kun. Please take it as my willfulness, please?"

She asked softly and uneasily. Amane put his hands on his face, and sighed.

It seemed his bravado was unnecessary.

"...Look, I'm acting cool in front of you because I like you. Please understand."

So Amane embraced Mahiru and pulled her to his side, his forehead on her shoulder. She froze for a moment, and one could hear a soft giggle.

"You are always cute and cool."

"No need for the cute part."

"Fufu...I have gained lots then, since I saw both sides to you."

Her joyous words left Amane unable to speak. He turned her onto the bed, trying to hide his embarrassment, it seemed.

He did it carefully to minimize the impact, and the most he did was to shake her. He did not consider however the shock to Mahiru's heart, and his action had her blinking furiously in shock.

Shame finally won after Mahiru kept staring at him, so he embraced her tightly, and buried his face into her large lumps.

The feeling of the lumps were warm, fluffy and very soft, probably because of the bunny pajamas. The sweet refreshing fragrance of hers was wonderful beyond words.