Chapter 70 - Spring Dreams

"..."

On the dining table, various dishes were neatly arranged

Grilled fish, fried tempura, pan-fried pork chops, sashimi, and shredded potato with grilled meat

Each one colorful and tantalizing, making one's mouth water.

"Miwa-nee, it's time to eat."

After setting the dishes, Ito Yoshito called for Shirakawa Miwa from the living room.

The warm, cozy light shone softly, akin to the sunlight on an autumn afternoon, gentle yet vibrant.

Time seemed to slow down, and the air was filled with tranquility and comfort.

This light was not glaring; instead, it had a soft power capable of soothing weary souls.

Sitting quietly on the sofa in this serene atmosphere, Shirakawa Miwa felt as though her spirit was being healed.

"Miwa-nee, it's time to eat."

"Ito-kun…" Looking at Yoshito, who was wearing a pink apron, Miwa felt a fleeting sense of home.

"I'm here, Miwa-nee."

With a smile, Yoshito extended his hand toward her.

Under the soft light, a warm radiance fell upon Yoshito's smiling face, feeling like sunlight. Miwa stared at him for a moment, and after a while, placed her delicate hand in his outstretched palm and stood up from the sofa with his support.

"Okay! Let's eat, Ito-kun."

With a more pronounced smile, Yoshito hospitably pulled out a chair for Miwa at the dining table.

"Thank you, Ito-kun."

"You're welcome." 

Yoshito was not at all anxious about the slightly formal distance that Miwa displayed; he knew that just because they had that ambiguous moment earlier didn't mean they could immediately move forward.

When she took his hand without rejecting his hospitality, Yoshito sensed that Miwa had feelings for him, and their connection was not entirely over.

This meant there was still hope!

If Miwa had truly decided to distance herself from Yoshito, she would have outright rejected his affectionate gestures or even asked him to leave.

Although there seemed to be a layer of distance forming between them, this was merely a protective barrier that Miwa had constructed as she figured out how to face him. When the time was right, this barrier could serve as the best fuel to ignite their feelings.

"..." 

At the dining table, aside from the occasional sound of chopsticks and soft chewing, a peaceful silence enveloped them.

Miwa still didn't know how to face Yoshito, while Yoshito was mindful not to provoke her further, as it could lead to unfavorable consequences.

After dinner…

"Ito-kun, why don't you sit in the living room for a bit? I'll handle the dishes. I'll be in shortly to help you study."

Though they had experienced an awkward moment earlier, Miwa didn't rush Yoshito away. As Mori-san, she felt a sense of responsibility towards him.

"Alright, Miwa-nee."

... 

During the tutoring session, Shirakawa Miwa didn't offer incentives as Kyoko Kisaragi might have to motivate Yoshito.

Instead, the two of them worked together in perfect harmony, and time passed slowly amidst their cooperation.

"Goodbye, Miwa-nee."

"Goodbye, Ito-kun."

... 

The cunning moonlight, accompanied by the cool night breeze, crept through the sheer curtains, quietly illuminating the soft bed where a figure lay.

Beneath the coverage of a nightgown, the exposed white skin glowed softly under the moonlight, delicate as porcelain, its translucent sheen blending the moonlight with her skin in a tranquil portrait.

This alluring scene caught the attention of something lurking in the shadows. A strange, human-like silhouette suddenly appeared in the room, slowly making its way to the bedside.

Pulling back the blanket, the thin nightgown curled against pale, voluptuous legs that glistened like jade pillars. Fingers glided over the smooth fabric, experiencing the exquisite sensation of the slumbering beauty's thighs, gradually lifting the hem of the gown.

With each movement of the shadow, the nightgown tightened, outlining the enticing curves of her peach-like figure.

In a hazy state, Shirakawa Miwa felt a heaviness on her chest, as if someone was pressing down on her, making it hard to breathe.

"Hmm…"

With half-closed eyes, she slowly opened her hazy gaze, feeling an itch at her neck.

"So itchy… Stop it."

She tried to reach out to push it away, but it felt as though her hands were bound by a heated iron chain, immobilizing her. She could only helplessly rub her chin, a strand of hair brushing her neck, being licked and teased more insistently.

"Hmm?"

"Hmm!"

Suddenly, her mind cleared up, and she realized she was being pinned down.

"Ah!!!"

"Who are you?! Why are you in my room?! Let me go!"

Panicking, Miwa screamed as she struggled but found her limbs firmly restrained.

"This is a crime! Let me go! I'm calling the police!"

Feeling the delicate figure in her arms squirm wildly, the shadow paused its licking, slowly lifting its head.

"Miwa… are you sure you want to reject me?"

Their gazes locked, and Miwa was taken aback to see none other than Ito Yoshito's face before her.

"I-Ito-kun…"

"Ito-kun~ no… there…"

"Please~... slow down…"

"I want…"

"Ito-kun!!!" 

Shirakawa Miwa jolted awake, sitting up straight, breathing heavily.

Glancing around, all she saw was silence.

Only the sheer curtains fluttered gently in the evening breeze, making a "whoosh" sound.

"It was just a dream…"

With a trembling hand, Miwa touched her neck, which was already damp with sweat, her sheer nightgown soaked.

She picked up her phone from the bedside cabinet and lit up the screen.

"3:14"

Feeling sticky all over and quite uncomfortable, Miwa shut the screen off and set the phone down as she rolled out of bed.

In the bathroom, bright lights illuminated the tiled floor, making the space feel even more expansive.

Shirakawa Miwa stood confidently in front of the mirror, the reflection showing a beauty with arms crossed, her alluring curves accentuated by gravity, resembling the depth of the Mariana Trench, highlighting her voluptuous form.

The light nightgown, damp with sweat, became somewhat transparent, hinting at enticing sights that stirred the imagination.

Touching her neck once more, goosebumps arose as the dream's sensations lingered.

Recalling the heated fingertips gliding over her skin from the dream, a faint blush rose on Miwa's cheeks.

"Why am I having these dreams again…"

"How many times has this been…"

"And why do I never reject Ito-kun in the dreams…"

"Could it be that I'm truly a lovesick girl longing for a forbidden romance?…"

After a moment of daze, she caressed her soft thighs, feeling the slickness between her legs, and Miwa's once-cool face burned once more.

"No more thinking about these things!"

Slapping her cheeks lightly, Miwa forced herself to calm down. She removed the sweat-soaked nightgown and damp fabric, then walked back to her bedroom.

"Sleep, sleep. If I fall asleep, I won't have to think about it."

Shirakawa Miwa was so eager, urging herself to forget the ambiguity with Ito Yoshito. However, it was clear that for consecutive days, her dreams had been anything but peaceful.

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