Chapter 25: Flirting (Part Two).

“Idiot! Put me down!”

The world flipped in an instant—vision spinning, feet dangling in air, blood rushing to his head with a faint dizziness. Shock gave way to a tidal wave of embarrassment.

From his porcelain-smooth cheeks to slender neck, a vivid, unhideable flush spread like wildfire.

Panicked and furious, yet too mortified to shout, he hissed protests through clenched teeth.

Long, delicate legs kicked helplessly—stubborn but awkward, no leverage.

Fists pounded her back—not hard, just frustrated raindrops.

11 PM in Tokyo: nightlife just awakening. Neon pulsed, sidewalks bright as day, passersby plentiful.

Their playful scuffle drew eyes. Glances over Aina’s shoulder landed on the man slung suggestively—exquisite face under lights, panic and blush only amplifying stunning beauty.

Yellow glow softened his flushed profile, tousled strands—heart-stopping.

Some slowed, ears perked, gauging the “victim’s” expression—heroic rescue fantasy brewing.

Kaoru felt the stares—froze mid-struggle.

Feared worse misunderstanding; swallowed shame, buried scorching face deeper in Aina’s back, trembling.

Aina, oblivious or uncaring, adjusted him securely—like a triumphant general with prized trophy.

Steady strides homeward, faint satisfied curve on lips.

Kaoru: barely over 160 cm, slim frame, under 50 kg.

For near-175 cm Aina: not featherlight, but manageable.

Two years untrained—ten-minute walk lucky, or she’d collapse mid-parade.

At door: lowered him.

Head-down jostling left legs jelly, cotton underfoot—wobbly.

Hand braced wall for balance.

“Kaoru, secretly gaining weight?”

Aina panted lightly, key in lock, teasing his dazed, soft cuteness.

He steadied, shot resentful glance.

Lips pursed, ignored her—slipped inside, sulky back.

Men care about weight; Kaoru no exception.

Home, coat still on—slippers pattering to living-room scale.

Stood tense, eyes fixed on jumping digits.

[…Up one jin…]

Brows twitched faint frown.

Aina caught it—adorable. Heart melted, but thin-skinned him: hid smile.

Silent approach—arms encircled slim waist from behind, gentle yet firm lift off scale.

Carried conjoined to wide fabric sofa—soft thud under dual weight.

Only warm floor lamp; gentle light banished dark without glare.

Air: home’s soothing scent, laced with Kaoru’s faint clean aura.

Day’s exhaustion, masks shed—intimate cling soothed souls.

Serene tide enveloped the embrace.

“More meat’s good—feels nice to touch.”

Aina sighed content, breaking quiet.

Naughty hand snaked under hem—palm on warm, smooth waist, fingers kneading soft belly, tone playful.

“Nice what?! My body isn’t… isn’t just for you to grope!”

Kaoru glared, yanked the hand out.

“What? Not for me?”