The Heroines Want to Fall in Love 74

The Heroines Want to Fall in Love 74

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Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction

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Chapter 74 A Stormy Night

After dinner.

In the afternoon, I accompanied Yui around, and under Yuigahama-sensei’s guidance, we came up with several plans for birthday gifts.

In the evening, we parted ways before dinner.

5 pm is known as the “Ai” hour, a time when it’s said that supernatural creatures often appear.

The sky poured down its second rain of the day, stopping whenever we wanted to go out and resuming like a wave crashing back onto the shore when we finished our activities.

Is Yukino Yukinoshita really a god?

I got off at Tachikawa Station, which is still quite a distance from home.

Dark clouds covered the sunset, and the shadows of the streetlights danced in the rain like pitiful creatures about to be devoured by monsters.

“…It was a wise decision to bring an umbrella, just in case.”

Asakura Yuu was fulfilling his duty as a gentleman, holding an umbrella for the girls in the rain.

The pink-haired girl walking on the inside of the road rolled her eyes: “I don’t know who said the weather forecast was accurate before we left.”

“With a 30% chance of rain, from a probabilistic standpoint, my initial suggestion…[that we wouldn’t necessarily need umbrellas, and the probability of not needing them was as high as 70%] wasn’t a problem. After all, this is the two1st century, an era of technology; rather than believing in some rain god, it’s better to trust technology.”

Unfortunately, it seems Yukinoshita-buchou is the rain god.

“Oh.” Momo took his arm, trying not to get wet, and her faint scent became slightly stronger as she drew closer.

“Are you angry?”

“When a girl says ‘oh’, there are 2 possibilities: one is… ‘I don’t understand what this guy is saying, so I’ll just smile and humor him’, and the other is… ‘Why is Asakura-sama so insensitive? We’re sharing an umbrella, and he’s talking about something so unromantic’.”

“?”

“Asakura-sama is the second kind.”

“Oh.” Asakura Yuu’s tone was flat.

“Huh?”

He chuckled and said, “When a guy says ‘oh’, there are also 2 possibilities. The first is… ‘Why is this girl so beautiful, and I’m too shy to say anything?’, and the second is… ‘Momo-sama, sorry, but we’re almost home; can we save the romantic talk for when we’re alone?'”

Asakura Yuu added, “Mine was the second kind.”

“I suppose you barely pass, then.”

As she spoke, the girl’s footsteps became lighter.

[Momo Belia Deviluke’s Affection Level +2, 2000 points earned]

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That night, the seasonal rain seemed to be transitioning into a thunderstorm.

Now and then, the sound of thunder echoed outside the window.

Asakura Yuu sat at the desk inside his room, flipping through a book he had purchased a few days prior──a collection of mystery short stories titled “The Feast of the Lamb.”

‘This isn’t a proper mystery novel at all; it’s more of a suspense.’

“Knock knock.”

The sound of knocking filled the room as Asakura Yuu set down his book and asked, “What’s up?”

“Can I come in?” A girl’s voice filtered through the crack of the door.

“Come in.”

Just as he finished saying this,

Momo pushed open the door, pillow in hand, her face colored with a shy blush.

Her pajamas were a bit thin: entirely white with cute ribbon decorations, and the straps over her shoulders hinted at a bust that seemed ready to burst forth, sweetly enticing, reminiscent of summer strawberry shaved ice.

“I’m a little scared…” she said, sitting on the edge of Asakura Yuu’s bed.

“Afraid of the thunder?”

“I heard that if you don’t cover your belly button during a thunderstorm, the thunder god will steal it away.”

Momo slightly lifted the hem of her pajamas, revealing her tiny, adorable belly button, with a waist so slender and perfect it was beyond words…

But Asakura Yuu didn’t look; instead, he turned back to his book.

‘?’ Momo was slightly taken aback.

Eh!

Why?

Why won’t Asakura-sama even take a glance?

“That’s just a myth, like how kids are told that if you hiccup a hundred times you’ll die──it’s all lies. The real meaning is… when it thunders, it cools down, and as a good child, you should dress properly.” Asakura Yuu looked at Momo sitting on his bed: “Stop lifting your clothes, don’t you know you’re very beautiful?”

Or could it be… you’re not afraid of me making a move?

“Hmph.”

Momo let out a discontented sound before straightening her clothes and, in a feigned meek voice, said, “Asakura-sama, I’m scared of thunder. Can I sleep here tonight?”

“Sure.”

“Oh, really? Can I?”

Momo hadn’t expected to pass the test so easily.

Could it be… Asakura-sama is also enduring and suffering a lot, maybe he’ll take the initiative tonight!

‘Should I resist? I can’t resist, but if I did, Asakura-sama might be even happier?’ Momo’s thoughts were in a tangle.

But soon, she untangled them…

“I’ll grab a blanket and sleep on the floor, you take the bed.”

“…Aren’t we sleeping together? We’re engaged, you know.”

“What? Are you still serious about that joke from last time?”

“It wasn’t a joke,” Momo muttered, too softly for Asakura Yuu to hear clearly.

Then, the girl pouted and pulled open the covers, getting in.

‘You won’t sleep with me, so I’ll go downstairs and keep you company tonight! Hmph, you won’t even make a move in a situation like this… Are you some indecisive harem protagonist from a light novel, Asakura-sama? I wouldn’t even give you a free pass.’

However, if Asakura Yuu really agreed, Momo thought it wouldn’t be like him, and her affection for him might suddenly drop.

The girl’s thoughts were always complicated and 2-sided.

If a guy was too forward, they’d think he was after their body; if he was too aloof, they’d think he was clueless.

Asakura Yuu read a book, then went to the closet in the next room and pulled out a blanket to spread on the floor.

After the lights were turned off.

Asakura Yuu lay in bed, his face a bit flushed.

‘Is this what it feels like to observe a girl’s chest up close? I just can’t look away…’

Asakura Yuu thought to himself, a virgin’s thoughts, and took a deep breath.

Stop thinking nonsense, Asakura Yuu!

You’re going to be a man like the sun, don’t get aroused just because of a girl’s chest!

You’re a human being with self-control, not an animal that goes into heat with the seasons!

Don’t use your incredible memory to recall a girl’s breasts!

Asakura Yuu, remember!

You’re not a pervert!

You may be a bit of a ladies’ man, but you’re not…

‘But hers are really big, though.’

Asakura Yuu took another deep breath.

And so, with his lingering thoughts of strawberry shaved ice, the boy gradually lost consciousness.

In the middle of the night, the thunder outside stopped, and the rain weakened.

Someone lifted his covers and gently rested their face on his shoulder.

‘Asakura-sama’s scent is so nice…’

Momo closed her eyes contentedly, with an expression like a lovesick girl.

Good night.

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