129 Yukinoshita Haruno's Atonement?

129 Yukinoshita Haruno's Atonement?

Hiratsuka Shizuka left in a hurry.

If she had stayed a moment longer, she might have heard the sound of the bed creaking from inside the room.

Yukinoshita Haruno lay on her back on the bed, her shoulder-length hair spread beneath her, the tips damp with fragrant sweat — yet she paid no mind. She bit her red lips tightly, forcing herself not to make a sound.

She was terrified of being heard by her sister or Shizuka outside.

Only after she heard the flushing of the toilet and Shizuka's footsteps fading away did Haruno allow herself to breathe a little easier.

The nearly savage groping from Hikigaya had made her feel a bit sore, and blushing furiously, Haruno glanced at Hikigaya's sagging pants. His belt was still loyally performing its duty of safeguarding its master.

That prominent bulge — it symbolized something extraordinary.

Haruno let out a long sigh and shakily reached out to undo Hikigaya's belt.

Even though this was her first time, compared to the drunken Hikigaya, her movements were far quicker.

The belt was tight. Honestly, if Haruno hadn't stepped in, Hikigaya Hachiman might have remained in that state indefinitely, unable to find relief.

"I owe you, Hachiman~"

"I'll undo your belt, okay?"

Haruno murmured softly to Hikigaya — who was pressing his face at her delicate neck — not knowing if he could even hear her.

With nimble fingers, she tugged forcefully.

The belt, which had bound Hikigaya Hachiman for so long, fell to the floor with a clatter.

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As the belt hit the floor, Haruno's eyes locked onto the prominent bulge that had been straining against the fabric of Hikigaya's pants. She felt a flutter in her chest, a mix of excitement and nervousness. With the belt out of the way, she slowly began to unzip his pants, her fingers trembling slightly as she worked.

Hikigaya, still pressed against her neck, seemed to sense what she was doing, and a low, rumbling growl emanated from his throat. His hands, which had been gripping her hips, slid up to her waist, pulling her closer to him.

"Yumeko.."

Haruno's breath caught in her throat as she finally managed to undo the zipper. She hesitated for a moment, her heart racing with anticipation. Then, with a gentle touch, she reached inside his pants and wrapped her fingers around his erection.

Hikigaya's body jerked, and he let out a muffled groan, his face still buried in her neck. Haruno felt a surge of power and excitement, knowing that she was the one causing him to react this way. She began to stroke him, her movements tentative at first, but growing bolder as she felt him respond to her touch.

As she stroked him, Haruno felt Hikigaya's hands move to her breasts, his fingers tracing circles around her nipples. She gasped, her eyes flying open as he touched her. The sensation was intense, and she felt herself getting lost in the moment.

"Hachiman," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Hikigaya lifted his head, his hazed eyes locking onto hers. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the only sound their heavy breathing. Then, with a slow smile, Hikigaya leaned in, his lips brushing against Haruno's.

The kiss was rough, it sent shivers down Haruno's spine. As they kissed, Hikigaya's hands continued to explore her body, his fingers tracing paths along her skin that left her feeling breathless and wanting more.

As they broke apart for air, Haruno felt Hikigaya's erection twitch in her hand. She looked up at him, her eyes locking onto his, and smiled. With a gentle squeeze, she guided him towards her, her body arching upwards to meet his.

The room was silent, the only sound their heavy breathing and the soft rustle of fabric as they moved together. Haruno felt herself getting lost in the moment, her senses overwhelmed by the sensation of Hikigaya's body against hers.

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The bright moon hung high, shrouded by thick clouds.

Jabami Yumeko quietly slipped free from Komachi's restraint and tiptoed into Hikigaya Hachiman's room.

Sniffing lightly, she could still catch traces of yesterday's lingering scent.

Yumeko approached the windowsill, tucked the mischievous strands of hair behind her ear, and gazed at the bright moon, savoring the cool night breeze.

"Hachiman, what are you doing right now, I wonder?"

The high-hanging moon seemed to be swallowed by a crimson glow; thunder rumbled as the clouds clashed.

Moisture gathered in the sky, and a heavy downpour was imminent.

Jabami Yumeko quietly retreated back into the room and flopped onto Hikigaya's soft bed with a thud. Burying her pretty face into his pillow, she greedily inhaled the lingering scent he had left behind.

Just thinking that Hachiman might, due to the drugs, have sex with some woman she hadn't even met, made Yumeko feel wildly agitated.

The rain poured, the wild wind howled, the tree branches outside creaked eerily under the storm.

And Yumeko's movements — just like the storm outside — were wild and fast.

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Tonight was Christmas Eve.

At dawn, the muddy path still carried the fresh feeling of having been washed by the rain.

It was invigorating, and lifted the spirits.

It was the quiet nurturing that comes after a raging storm.

Hikigaya Hachiman slowly opened his eyes, greeted by an unfamiliar ceiling.

He felt an unprecedented clarity of mind, but when he sat up, he immediately felt a soreness in his lower back. At first, he didn't think much of it, assuming it was simply due to Yumeko having "drained" him excessively.

But the vivid sensations from his dreams hadn't yet faded.

Hikigaya suddenly jolted — was that last night really just a dream?

Instinctively, he looked down at the bed he was sitting on. Nothing horrifying caught his eye; the covers were dry.

However, when he touched it, he could feel dampness beneath the bedding, seeping from the mattress.

Sniffing carefully, he could unmistakably catch that special, indescribable scent permeating the air.

It was a scent Hikigaya had only come to recognize after his experiences with Yumeko.

And now, he was smelling it — here, in the Yukinoshita household guest room?!

Now fully alert, Hikigaya Hachiman's brain quickly pieced together the available clues, leading him to a terrifying realization:

Last night was not a dream!

Who was it?!

An icy fear enveloped him. No matter how hard he tried to recall, his memories were fragmented, like shattered glass — he couldn't reconstruct the woman's face.

All he could remember was that encompassing softness and elasticity.

Desperately, Hikigaya lifted the covers, bowing his head low, hoping to find a clue to the woman's identity.

There were only three possible people — each with different hairstyles. If he could just find a single hair, he could confirm who it was.

But his plan quickly crumbled — the woman had cleaned up thoroughly, leaving no evidence behind.

Feeling dejected, Hikigaya stood up and hurried outside.

The living room was deserted.

But the sight of bed sheets hanging and fluttering on the balcony made cold sweat trickle down his spine.

It really wasn't a dream.

I really did lay hands on someone...

Hikigaya felt a deep unease. Who could it be?

Yukino, Haruno, or... Hiratsuka-sensei?

Just remembering the shameless things he had done to that woman in his "dream" made him feel suffocated.

I'm such scum!

Hikigaya ruffled his hair in frustration — how could he have done something so inhuman while drunk?

The doors to the other two rooms were tightly shut. With no better option, Hikigaya sat down on the sofa to think of his next move.

He couldn't betray Yumeko, nor could he betray the woman he had assaulted — but judging from the situation, the woman had no intention of exposing it either. She had even washed the bedding herself... Clearly, she was afraid of being found out.

Afraid of being discovered?!

Then the unknown woman could only be Haruno or Hiratsuka-sensei. Because for them, if this incident were exposed... their social lives would be utterly ruined.

I'm really trash...

Hikigaya blamed himself again.

Just then, Yukino's appearance confirmed his hypothesis.

The master bedroom door slowly opened. Yukino stepped out, her hair a little messy, wearing slippers.

After some hesitation, Hikigaya decided to take the initiative.

"Morning."

"Mm, morning, Hikigaya," Yukino replied, a little nervous, glancing at Hikigaya and tentatively asking, "Hikigaya, I... I didn't say anything weird last night, did I?"

"No," Hikigaya immediately denied it: "Yukinoshita, do you remember who helped you into your room last night?"

"Eh... why do you ask?" Yukino looked thoughtful but then shook her head. "I don't really remember. I just vaguely felt like someone was helping me into bed while I was half asleep."

"And, what's with that?" Yukino pointed to the bedsheets flapping in the breeze outside.

She smiled faintly.

Looks like Hikigaya-kun isn't as invincible as he appears after all. Yukino very naturally accepted the assumption that Hikigaya had gotten drunk and thrown up.

Hikigaya sighed internally and nodded along. "Yeah... I puked."

Anyway, no matter whether it was Haruno-san or Hiratsuka-sensei, this incident must absolutely never be known to Yukinoshita Yukino.