"In my opinion, kissing is also a kind of service," Hachiman said with a smile.
Upon hearing Hachiman's words, Yumiko was stunned.
She never expected that Hachiman would use those vouchers for this purpose. What's more, she couldn't believe how shaless he was to say such brazen words without batting an eyelid.
"You... you..."
Yumiko hadn't managed to say anything before Hachiman continued with a smile.
"These are the birthday gifts you gave , you know. Are you trying to take them back now?"
Upon hearing this, the girl was speechless.
Indeed, she had personally given those vouchers as gifts. There was no way she could take them back. After all, Yumiko Miura had so pride.
This made her feel a bit frustrated. "I didn't give you those vouchers for you to do this kind of thing."
"I believe this is the correct use of those vouchers. Otherwise, what would you use them for? To help prepare lunch?" Hachiman shrugged.
"You're not good at cooking, are you, Yumiko?"
This made Yumiko even more frustrated because Hachiman was telling the truth. She really wasn't good at cooking, especially compared to Hachiman.
Was Hachiman going to use all those vouchers for this kind of thing?
Thinking about the ten vouchers, Yumiko felt helpless.
Damn, Mom, what kind of terrible idea did you co up with? You're going to drive crazy.
Actually, kissing wasn't so bad. But what if Hachiman demanded sothing more excessive in the future?
Thinking about what might happen later, Yumiko's face flushed slightly, and at the sa ti, she felt a hint of anticipation.
"Hmph, you better behave yourself. If you dare to make any unreasonable demands, I'll revoke your voucher privileges, do you understand?"
After thinking it over, the girl decided to impose a restriction on Hachiman.
"Alright, alright, you can rest assured. Even if we do that kind of thing, it will only happen if you're willing," Hachiman reassured her, understanding her concerns, and smiled.
Upon hearing his words, Yumiko's face blushed slightly, and she spat, "Hmph, you wish! Who would willingly do that kind of thing with you?"
But as soon as she finished speaking, the girl furrowed her brows slightly.
"Just wait for here, I need to go to the bathroom."
With that, she hurried towards the direction of the restroom.
As ti passed, Hachiman waited for a while, but Yumiko still hadn't co out, which made him curious. Then, he heard the sound of a ssage notification on his phone.
Opening it, he saw that it was a ssage from Yumiko.
\\[Can you... help with sothing? Go to my room and bring ... bring a sanitary pad.\\]
A sanitary pad?
Seeing this ssage, Hachiman smirked.
No wonder Yumiko had been in the bathroom for so long. It seed like Aunt Flo had paid a visit.
\\[No problem, leave it to .\\]
He replied to the girl's ssage and then went upstairs.
Based on the naplate on the door, it was easy to find Yumiko's room.
The door wasn't locked, so he could just push it open.
Entering the room, Hachiman stepped inside.
It was his first ti in the girl's room, so he couldn't help but look around curiously.
The room wasn't particularly large, and there was a faint lavender fragrance in the air. The overall color sche of the room was pink, and the bed was neatly made, with several fluffy plush toys placed on top.
Hachiman didn't expect Yumiko to be quite girly.
Across from the bed was a large dressing table, also pink, with various bottles and jars of costics on it.
Next to the dressing table was a desk, with a red laptop, a small lamp, and a bookshelf and pen holder on top.
Sanitary pad... It should be in the drawer.
With that in mind, Hachiman approached the desk and opened the drawer.
Sure enough, he found the sanitary pad inside. After taking one out, he left the room.
Back in the living room, Hachiman stood in front of the bathroom door and knocked.
"I got the sanitary pad. Can I co in and give it to you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Yumiko's voice, filled with embarrassnt and anger, "You wish! Just wait a mont."
There was a faint rustling sound from inside, and then the bathroom door opened slightly, revealing a hand reaching out.
"Pass the sanitary pad."
"Here you go." Hachiman handed the sanitary pad over.
Taking the pad, Yumiko quickly withdrew her arm, and then there was the sound of the door being closed with a bang, followed by the click of the lock, even audible to Hachiman's ears.
Hmm.
Seeing this, Hachiman smirked.
Why lock the door? Is she worried I'll barge in?
Co on, who would want to see that bloody scene? I'm not a pervert.
With a shake of his head, Hachiman returned to the sofa.
After a while, the bathroom door opened again, and Yumiko erged.
Perhaps because she had been sitting for too long, her legs were trembling slightly.
Noticing this, Yumiko didn't look too good. Her face was a little pale, and her eyebrows were furrowed as if she were holding back sothing.
Seeing her like this, Hachiman quickly stood up and approached her.
"What's wrong? You don't look too good."
"I... I'm fine." Yumiko shook her head.
Seeing her trying to be strong, Hachiman frowned disapprovingly.
"Tell the truth. What's really wrong?"
Although Hachiman's tone was sowhat stern, Yumiko couldn't help but feel a hint of sweetness in her heart.
Rubbing his palms together to warm them up, Hachiman looked at Yumiko in front of him.
"I'm here," he said.
"Yeah, go ahead," Yumiko nodded, stretching her neck as if offering it to a guillotine.
Seeing this, Hachiman smirked but didn't waste any ti. He reached his right hand under the hem of her shirt.
Luckily, Yumiko was wearing sothing convenient today. If she had been in a dress, he would have had to strip her.
As his right hand touched the softness of her abdon, Hachiman felt a smooth and delicate texture flowing through his fingers.
But he didn't just revel in the sensation; his palm emitted a faint holy light as he began massaging Yumiko's abdon.
At first, when Yumiko felt Hachiman's palm on her stomach, her body tensed up, but the next mont, she felt a warm flow emanating from his hand, rapidly dissipating the unbearable pain she had felt just monts ago.
It's...magical.
She hadn't expected this guy to actually know so dical techniques.
"Ah..."
Perhaps because it felt too good, Yumiko let out a soft moan, making the atmosphere a bit awkward.
Hearing her own strange sound, Yumiko blushed, but the comforting sensation made her reluctant to stop.
What if the pain cos back if I stop?
Just a little longer, just a while longer.
...
Ti passed slowly, and neither of them spoke.
Yumiko was basking in the comforting warmth, while Hachiman enjoyed the smooth and soft sensation of her abdon.
Since Yumiko didn't ask him to stop, Hachiman continued, finding it quite enjoyable and not wanting to stop.
As the holy light continued to warm Yumiko's abdon, the pain gradually diminished, replaced by a strange sensation that made her unable to resist another soft moan.
"Mmm...so comfortable..."
Her voice trembled slightly, tinged with pleasure.
At that mont, Hachiman heard faint footsteps approaching.
Then he saw Mrs. Miura, dressed in casual clothes, entering with a few plastic bags in her hands, speaking as she walked.
"Yumiko, you're back from your date..."
But her words ca to a sudden halt.
The next mont, the eyes of all three people t in the air.
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