V4Ch7: Lingering Summer Part 1

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Translator: Soafp

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I want to thank Himiyama-san, so I was summoned to ‘Imachiduki,’ but the owner was absent.

It seems to be completely reserved, and she is treating me to shabu-shabu. Wow!

The table is filled with high-quality marbled meat, clams, shiitake mushrooms, warm vegetables, sea bream, and pike conger. There are several types of sauces lined up, stimulating the appetite endlessly. The pot on fire is ready and waiting. I don’t usually have shabu-shabu at home, but I’ll try it this time. Note to self.

Quietly waiting for the preparations to finish. I’m really hungry. Is it ready yet?

“Thank you for your request ♡.”

“Change.”

The appearance of Himiyama-san showed her wearing a bold outfit that exposed her shoulders and back. It’s what they call a bodycon. A tight one-piece with an extremely short length, exposing her thighs.

“Ara, Yukito-kun. Do you like it?”

“It suits you perfectly. —Wait, that’s not the issue!”

“I’m glad. But if you want me to change, there’s no helping it.”

When Himiyama-san withdrew, another person appeared shyly.

“T-Thank you for your request?”

“W-What are you doing, Sensei!?”

“Ahhhh, this is a misunderstanding! Don’t look, Kokonoe-kun! I didn’t intend to do something this indecent! I was forced to wear this outfit by Misaki-san—”

For some reason, Sanjoji-sensei has become a bunny girl. The incarnation of sexiness. Overflowing bust ready to burst, cuffs on the wrists, fishnet stockings enhancing her slender legs, and high heels — quite different from her usual modest appearance.

“How do you think, Kokonoe-kun?”

“Don’t change.”

“That’s good, Suzuka-sensei.”

“It’s not good at all! I’m sorry, Mom, Dad! I never intended to become so depraved as an educator… I can’t show my face to the students like this! Uuu…”

While saying that, Sanjoji-sensei turned around and crouched down, facing away. Despite claiming she can’t show her face, she firmly presented her plump buttocks to us — quite service-minded.

“But, Suzuka-sensei, didn’t you choose that outfit?”

“There was no other choice! W-What’s with this reverse bunny outfit! Who would wear such a… such a revealing outfit!?”

“Aah, it’s our family uniform.”

“What’s wrong with your family!?”

“I want to ask myself that! What’s wrong with my family!?”

“I don’t know!?”

Decided in the leadership meeting, it has become commonplace in my family, but there are many mysteries in the Kokonoe family that I don’t know. But I’m happy, so I silently approve.

“By the way, how much is a photo? Can I use my transportation IC card?”

“Today is a thank-you, so it’s free. Don’t worry.”

“What negotiations are you having! No way for photos to be taken!”

“We’ll somehow manage that.”

I tried to persist.

“It’s impossible! Even now, my face is on fire!?”

“Hahaha. You’re not that monster king, right?”

“Don’t make careless jokes!”

“Don’t worry, Suzuka-sensei. This is a private space. What happens here will never leak outside. Right now, we are just lewd female.”

“Lewd… female?”

For some reason, the suspicious-looking Himiyama-san is trying to persuade Sanjoji-sensei.

It seems like they’re busy over there, so I decided to leave them alone.

“This marbled meat looks really beautiful. Where is this meat from?”

“It’s A5 rank Wakasa beef.”

Oh, Wakasa, that’s in Fukui Prefecture, right? I haven’t tried it before, so I’m looking forward to it.

“We made a promise, to thank Yukito-kun. Suzuka-sensei was enthusiastic about it, right? And everything is ready. This is just the beginning, you know?”

“…The beginning? Is there more to come?”

“Indeed. Suzuka-sensei was born in the Year of the Ox, right?”

“Yes, but…”

“I’ve also prepared a cow-patterned bikini for her.”

“I don’t need that! Where do you even plan on wearing something like that!?”

Negotiations are proving difficult, but it’s not my place to intervene.

“*Gulp*. This water is delicious.”

“It’s natural spring water from some mountain I don’t know.”

“The appreciation just disappeared instantly.”

Somewhere, water from an unknown mountain. The mysterious power of it diminishes by half.

“Could you please help instead of checking the ingredients?”

“I’m looking forward to the beef.”

“I won’t wear it, okay? Absolutely, positively, I won’t wear it!”

“I wonder what A5 rank tastes like.”

“Well, I don’t care if it tastes good or not…”

While A5 rank Bunny Sanjoji-sensei protests, my stomach growls.

“Himiyama-san, I’m hungry.”

“Ara, sorry about that. Let’s eat.”

Himiyama-san, who suddenly became all smiles, sits next to me. For some reason, Sanjoji-sensei also sits on the same side. Even though we’re at a table, it’s not easy to eat normally when everyone is on the same side.

“Which one do you want, Yukito-kun? Say ‘aah,’ and I’ll give it to you.”

It seems Himiyama-san will feed me. It’s quite a service. However, I refuse!

“No, that’s not necessary. It looks delicious, so let’s all eat together.”

I take control of the meal despite what I said. While the ‘aah’ scenario might seem romantic, in reality, people want to eat at their own pace and choose their favorite ingredients when it comes to shabu-shabu. It’s not a suitable situation.

“You misunderstand how to eat shabu-shabu.”

“Seriously?”

“Normally, that might be true. But this is a special shabu-shabu!”

Himiyama-san insists. Sanjoji-sensei also tilts her head, confused. Special?

“Okay, Yukito-kun? Since you’re a guest, the rule is to use both hands, which are currently idle, to sensually stroke the thighs of the person sitting next to you!”

“Wha-what!? (AA omitted)”

I’m shocked, and my entire body feels electrified. I stare at my hands in wonder.

“W-was that so…? Was I mistaken…?”

“Why do you easily accept it!? Please have some doubts!”

Bunny Sanjoji-sensei protests, and the table shakes with her momentum, causing chopsticks to fall.

“I’ll pick that up for you.”

I quickly dive under the table to pick up the chopsticks. There’s a hand mirror carelessly placed on the floor.

“Is this someone’s forgotten item?”

I try to pick up the chopsticks but get a tap on my shoulder. When I look, I see under Himiyama-san’s skirt.

“What’s going on—wait, what are you doinggggggggggggggggggggggggggg!”

“Don’t worry, Yukito-kun. I’m not wearing any.”

“Put some on!”

Himiyama-san, seemingly kind but utterly lacking in reassurance. I hit my head on the table due to the shock. Ouch…

“I told you, today’s shabu-shabu is special. It’s called ‘No Panties Shabu-Shabu.’ I heard it from Grandpa. When you want to entertain someone you’re indebted to, this is the way to go.”

“You wretched aspect of Japanese culture!”

This evil custom must be eradicated immediately! I firmly refuse. NO panties!

“Grandpa used to frequent this place a lot in the past. Enjoy it, Yukito-kun.♡”

“Could it be that this mirror…there’s another one here…!? Oh no!”

Dangerous. If I let things go in Himiyama-san’s direction, my body will surely succumb to her demands, and this home event will turn into a crisis.

To avoid this tragedy, I rack my brains. Is there something, some breakthrough…?

I make eye contact with Bunny Sanjoji-sensei, who is secretly enjoying hot tofu. That’s it!

“Kukuku. No really, Himiyama-san, I’m truly disappointed in you. Where’s the ‘No Panties Shabu-Shabu’ in this? Your plan is a complete failure. With Sanjoji-sensei in a bunny suit, it’s far from qualifying as ‘No Panties Shabu-Shabu.’ It’s nothing more than empty words!”

“Cough, cough! It’s hot! The tofu got stuck in my throat…”

I decisively confront them with reality. Sanjoji-sensei is choking. Just enjoy eating together without causing a fuss. Let’s get along. I offer friendship to Himiyama-san.

“Humph…how infuriating!”

“I’ve never seen someone say such lines in real life.”

“Can you stay silent when you’re treated with such insincerity!? Suzuka-sensei, change. Let’s go for the reverse bunny. No, it’s not enough. If it comes to this, the final move: ‘Naked Shabu-Shabu’!”

“Wh-what? A little…please, Shirataki—nooooooo!”

With screams, she was dragged to the back. Hurry up, I want to eat the meat.

In Japan, the origin of “shabu-shabu” is said to be in Tottori Prefecture during World War II. It then spread from Kyoto to the Kansai region.

So today, from “Iramizuki,” the birthplace of “No Panties Shabu-Shabu,” the trend might spread nationwide. I am a witness to history.

“Shall we have dessert after the meal? I’ve prepared a special pudding.”

“But where did the shabu-shabu go…?”

The table is neatly cleaned up. I’m sure I was eating shabu-shabu a moment ago, but I have no memory of it. This is all because Himiyama-san and Sanjoji-sensei were naked. Even though it’s not entirely nude, both are wearing only heels.

This immoral and bewitching scene is splendid, but I just want to escape. Himiyama-san looks dignified, while Sanjoji-sensei seems embarrassed. The contrast is stunning.

Frozen, I stare at one point on the floor and eat mechanically. My sense of taste has collapsed, and my stomach is ringing the end bell. I don’t even know how many portions I’ve had.

My heartbeat, pounding to the rhythm of tension, still resonates with excitement.

“Misaki-san, are you really going to do that!?”

“At this point, please be prepared.”

“B-but, there should be other ways to express gratitude without resorting to such imitation!”

“Speaking of other ways, Suzuka-sensei, what would you suggest?”

“Um, well… how about making origami cranes?”

“Isn’t it the epitome of unwelcome gratitude? Yukito-kun, do you want a thousand origami cranes?”

Origami cranes? It’s indeed a subtle choice whether receiving them would bring joy.

“I might have trouble finding a place for them. If I were to send a thousand origami cranes to someone, I would fold cranes with 10,000 yen bills so they can tear off a crane when they need money. Let’s call it ‘10,000 Yen Crane!'”

“Your ideas are too extreme, Yukito-kun.”

Origami cranes do feel somewhat burdensome to dispose of, like some cursed equipment.

“Wait a moment! Then, how about the sword and dragon keychain I bought at a tourist spot a long time ago?”

“Suzuka-sensei, please refrain from unnecessary resistance. Why did you even buy that?”

Bunny Sanjoji-sensei and Himiyama-san whine as they head to the kitchen.

Special pudding. As someone who loves sweets, my expectations are as high as the Tower of Babel.

“Yukito-kun, sorry to keep you waiting. Here’s the special pudding♪”

Himiyama-san brings a tray. … Pudding? I tilt my head with a puzzled expression.

“I only see caramel sauce… Is this a pudding that fools the fool!?”

No matter how much I stare, all I can see on the tray is caramel sauce.

“…Did I act foolishly?”

“Samurai ridicules the naked us, the king. Wait a moment. I’ll make it visible now.”

Himiyama-san says so and lifts her ch*st with one arm underneath.

From there, she pours caramel sauce over it.

“Come one, Suzuka-sensei too.”

“How am I supposed to—!? If something like this is revealed, I’ll definitely get fired!”

“It won’t be revealed.”

While lamenting, she lifts it up. A trolly and caramel sauce are poured over it.

“Now, Yukito-kun. It’s a special pudding. Enjoy♡”

“If it’s come to this, I don’t care anymore! …If you want to enjoy it, p-please…”

Magnificent giant special puddings (a total of four) have been completed.

With glossy and firm skin color, aromatic caramel sauce, and a hint of peach mixed in, they create a fascinating marble pattern. I can confidently say that this must be incredibly delicious!

“…Um, you see, actually, I’m a fan of baked puddings.”

“Is that so? I’ll need to go to a tanning salon.”

Himiyama-san with tanned skin might be wonderful too, but that’s not what I meant!

“….Ah, it’s time for me to eat my mom’s pudding. I have to go home.”

“They say there’s always room for something sweet, don’t they?”

“Sweet things share the same stomach! Can I devour those seemingly delicious, perfectly ripe puddings now aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“I’m the one who wants to scream…”

Sanjoji-sensei’s face turns bright red as she groans.

The Pudding riot Incident, rather than the rice turmoil, has temporarily subsided.

Eh, was it delicious? If you want to know, please transfer the specified amount to my account.

“You know, I’m thinking of resuming infertility treatment.”

I felt relieved at Himiyama-san’s words. This was her other lingering regret. What I could do for her was only one aspect. That’s why I set up the stage at the inn and sought cooperation from President Urabara. If that has borne fruit, then all the better.

Since then, Himiyama-san has been able to successfully handle her tutoring duties. She seems to aspire to become a teacher in the future. Himiyama-san has reclaimed her dreams. Now it’s time to regain hope.

“Good. I see you’ve gotten back on track.”

I don’t know about the past between Himiyama-san and President Urahara. When I was doing volunteer work, she mentioned that she might not have genuinely wished for a child.

Maybe that was the reason she couldn’t conceive. Whether it was occult or fact, I don’t know.

But now, if she’s overcome the past, this time, she might truly have those feelings.

“Yukito-kun, will you accompany me for infertility treatment?”

“Of course, it’s a small favor.”

I don’t know what infertility treatment involves, but President Urabara is the owner of a well-established inn in Kyoto.

After all, the distance is considerable. It’s challenging to always be there for Himiyama-san. Still, the best I can do is accompany her to the hospital.

“…How can you answer so easily, Yukito-kun?”

“Heh?”

Sanjoji-sensei blushes. What’s wrong? If there’s something I can do, I won’t refuse to help?

“Yukito-kun, I haven’t reconciled with Mikiya-san.”

“Is that so? Huh? Then, what about infertility treatment, what does it—”

Himiyama-san straddles my lap and sits down. We’re in a close enough proximity to face each other intimately.

Her alluring body steals my vision. I’m troubled by where to direct my gaze and end up becoming an awkward observer.

At an extremely close range where even my nose might touch her chest. The dense pheromones paralyze my thoughts.

“Will you give me a reward, then?”

“I said so. W-What’s wrong, Himiyama-san? You seem closer than usual…”

There are limits to everything. Saying something like wanting a reprint or an anime adaptation is troublesome.

“I want it… your baby.”

“What?”

Even with my keen hearing sensitive to mosquito sounds, I couldn’t hear it.

“Can you say it again?”

“I’m saying, I want it.”

“What are you talking about?”

“A baby.”

“Whose?”

“Yours.”

“Hmm?”

Himiyama-san smiles with a beauty that could overturn countries. My reason was sounding the alarm.

“Sanjoji-sensei, can you interpret for me—nnn—!”

Himiyama-san kissed me after asking the language speaker for help. Exchanging saliva. 1 HIT

“Puh! W-What’s going on, Himiyama-san――!”

Kissed. 2 HIT

“First, calm down――Chu, n――Your tongue――!”

Kissed. 3 HIT

“Alright, I understand. I’ll give you these shareholder benefits――Nn――!”

Kissed. 4 HIT

“Hey, Yukito-kun. Do you understand my feelings?”

Both hands hold my face, and I’m kissed passionately again. 5 HIT KO! Bang, bang, bang.

“Haa, haa… What on earth…?”

If I hadn’t been trained by my mother and sister, I would have passed out. Himiyama-san’s eyes are moist, her lips are lustrous, and her cheeks are pink with blush.

An expression like she’s floating in fever. The intense color and fragrance are filling the room at every moment.

“I love you… It’s your fault, Yukito-kun. Because you try so hard to save me. If only you had left me alone, I would have been fine. But you showed me the hope I had given up on――”

Tears were flowing. Warm tears, different from the ones I saw in that hospital room.

“I wish we never met.――I thought that. Because if I love you this much, my emotions, my body, they all want your warmth. I want to show you everything about me.”

Behind the fallen smile was a face she had hidden. Exposing her heart and body. Himiyama-san had literally given up everything. It was a severe determination.

“Here, warm things are injected here, and the life created between loved ones takes root. Don’t you think it’s very mysterious and a gift from God? I believe in miracles with you――”

She gently touches my lower abdomen with my hand, and that is undoubtedly a miracle.

I’m at a loss for words. A weak, inexperienced guy like me, Yukito Kokonoe, can’t respond to this.

“You’re still underage, and doing such irresponsible things… It shouldn’t be allowed.”

It shouldn’t be allowed. Beyond that is not a blessing but only widespread sorrow.

“That’s why I trust you, Yukito-kun. You can indulge in my body, but you think about my happiness. You don’t choose a path that makes someone unhappy. But you know, just as you’re devoted to me, I want to devote myself to you. I want to make you happier than anyone else.”

I’ve been pampered by Himiyama-san all along. The relationship that goes beyond that.

“Yukito-kun. I’m in a dangerous day today.”

“Is it the payment day for your revolving payment? I’ve told you to stop using revolving payments.”

“No, it’s different. Today is a day when it’s easy to conceive a baby. But you’re still underage. So, I’ve decided to wait for two more years. I won’t hold back once you become an adult, Yukito-kun.”

The age of adulthood has just been lowered from twenty to eighteen. In other words, I’ve had my escape route blocked by the country. This country is rotten!

“I am your partner, Yukito-kun. So please. Please impregnate me?”

The mouth is the source of disaster. The past me has crossed time and space to eliminate me.

“Don’t worry. I won’t burden you, Yukito-kun. I want you to recognize me, but my grandfather will welcome you, and, above all, it’s the crystallization of our love. A baby like an angel will surely be born.”

Fufufufu, Himiyama-san is tripping with a giggling laugh. The future seems to be rosy.

“But you know, Yukito-kun. Two years is an anxious time for us. Even Suzuka-sensei is really going to be in her forties. I don’t have the luxury of taking it easy, you know?”

Sanoji-sensei trembled as if shivering. Hmmm? I feel a sense of discomfort. Us?

“Why Sensei?”

“Even if you show such a melting kiss, I won’t be swayed! Am I going according to Misaki’s expectations…? I’ll meet a wonderful man through marriage activities in two years! Don’t underestimate my matching skills!”

“If it’s a wonderful man, he’s right in front of you. Right, Yukito-kun?”

Being kissed all over the place.

“Uh, yes.”

Unable to resist Himiyama-san, I’m being bitten on my earlobe and nibbled on sweetly.

“By the way, my mother said that the marriage market is unprecedentedly crowded with women, especially for women in their forties, and it’s becoming miserable. The age at which men seeking marriage cut off is thirty-four, and that’s because most men participating in marriage activities want a family and children.”

The recent marriage market seems to be full of forties old ladies. Old ladies who hope for a housewife can’t compromise on the income they seek from men, which is why they’re the last barrier to age that men seeking marriage want, she said. But work!

In that regard, Sanjoji-sensei might find a partner easily.

“S-So… Could it be that I’m already done for――…”

Surprised and wide-eyed, Sanjoji-sensei slumps down, looking depressed. She looks so pitiful and sad.

Swinging lightly, Himiyama-san stands up from my lap.

“Ara ara, it’s only two years, Suzuka-Sensei. I wonder if you’ll really find an ideal partner who can overcome such a high hurdle. I’m looking forward to raising children together in two years♪”

“Kuuuuuuu! But, even if I had a relationship like that with a student…”

“Formerly, yes. Moreover, once you become an adult, no one cares about such things. Besides, considering the age for fertility treatments, it’s only natural biologically that a younger partner is preferable. And this young man is so attractive. If you let him go, you’ll regret it, won’t you?”

“…Kuh! Don’t be swayed by Misaki-san, Suzuka! Pull yourself together…!” (Sanjoji)

“Well then, why not kiss to confirm your feelings?”

“S-Such a thing…”

A skillful door-in-the-face technique: presenting a significant request, then following it with a smaller one after resistance. Sanjoji sensei is resisting desperately. I decided to forget everything that happened in this place.

Hahahaha. I still have two years. Two years, that’s enough! With two years, I can manage somehow.

When I get home, I’ll cry and seek comfort from Mom. I want her to pat me gently.

Uwaaaaaaan! I’m scaaaaaaaaarrrreeeeddddddd!