All the Heroines are my Ex-girlfriends

Chapter 55: Kasumigaoka: "How many times have you 'used' my tights?"

The next morning.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting its light on Eriri's beautiful face.

Feeling the change in the light.

Eriri's long lashes fluttered slightly a few times.

Then, she slowly opened her jade-colored eyes.

She squinted after adjusting to the sunlight.

Eriri drowsily looked around.

As a result, right next to her was...

The face of the boy who was sleeping soundly.

His smooth, fair skin, just like hers.

His straight nose, red lips, eyebrows sharp like a sword, and eyelids twitching.

The person she had been longing for day and night, so close that she could feel his breath.

Eriri's eyes widened, her mouth slightly parted.

A silent scream, like that of a mole, rang in her head.

The pink hue, like the color of a sunset, quickly spread across Eriri's fair face.

As her whole face turned bright red.

The redness even spread from her neck, gradually covering her collarbones.

Eriri's jade-colored eyes were now trembling violently.

Her little head couldn't process what was happening for a while.

Anime-style steam rose from her head.

After a moment, Eriri gradually began to accept the current situation.

She was currently holding Yukima Azuma tightly.

Her arms were wrapped around his neck.

Her legs were tightly gripping his waist.

She was lying very close to him, like someone longing for something.

She and Yukima Azuma had slept together.

Why?

Was it a "Night raid"?!

Eriri felt her body, realizing that nothing was out of the ordinary, and her pleated skirt was still intact.

She let out a small sigh of relief, but couldn't avoid feeling a little disappointed.

Suddenly, she remembered last night.

She drowsily recalled waking up once.

In the dream, she saw Yukima Azuma.

Eriri had dreamed of Yukima Azuma many times.

Especially in the months after they broke up.

Eriri had almost dreamt of Yukima Azuma every night.

Every morning when she woke up, her pillow would be soaked with tears.

So, she had gotten used to dreaming of him.

Last night, just like every other time.

After dreaming of Yukima Azuma.

Eriri had pulled him toward herself, hugging him tightly and enjoying the feeling of security in the dream.

However, this time felt different.

This time, it was very real, the sensation was intense, the taste was very clear, and the feeling of security was also very strong.

So... it wasn't a dream!?

Eriri's eyes narrowed.

'First, pull your hand away, get out of bed, and run away.'

'If anyone asks later, just say he was dreaming, and it'll be fine!'

"Right, this is fine!"

Eriri told herself, impressed by her clever idea.

"Fine with what?"

The pleasant voice of the boy sounded beside her.

Eriri froze and looked back.

She saw Yukima Azuma, who had apparently woken up at some point.

He was staring at her intensely, not blinking, the corner of his mouth curling into a sly smile.

Then, chaos ensued.

Yukima Azuma was kicked off the bed, angrily standing beside it, adjusting his collar and sleeves.

Eriri clutched the blanket, covering her face, leaving only her eyes exposed.

"You... you..."

"Don't try to blame me, I recorded your actions from last night."

Yukima Azuma said.

Although the truth was, he hadn't recorded anything.

But by saying it like that, Eriri wouldn't dare check.

Her entire body felt like it was on fire, immediately feeling guilty.

"Did you treat me like a pillow? Did you sleep well last night?"

"No... not well, my arm is numb!"

Eriri tried to argue.

In reality, she slept very well.

It was the best night of sleep she'd had in the past two years.

"Even if you say that, I still have to collect payment for using my body as a pillow."

"You... you really took advantage of me!"

"Oh? So Eriri plans to go back on her word? Fine, I wasn't planning to gossip in class anyway, at most I'll just complain to Kasumigaoka-senpai."

"Don't talk to that fat woman in black tights! You... what conditions do you have, just tell me!"

"In that case, sign here."

Yukima Azuma pulled out a piece of paper from somewhere.

Eriri took the piece of paper and looked at it.

She saw the words "All-Purpose Ticket" written on it.

When she flipped it over, she discovered there were small letters on the back.

[This ticket can only be used by 'Yukima Azuma' on 'Eriri'. After use, 'Eriri' must fulfill one wish of 'Yukima Azuma'. Both parties must sign: (blank line)]

After reading the small text, Eriri raised her head and glared at Yukima Azuma.

"You... you don't plan to make some lewd request with this, do you?"

Yukima Azuma smiled with a knowing look.

"That's not something Eriri needs to worry about."

"No, no way!"

"Senpai! Senpai..."

Eriri immediately jumped out of bed, rushed toward Yukima Azuma, and covered his mouth.

"I'll sign! I'll sign! Forget everything that happened last night! Delete the video!"

After speaking, she quickly signed her name on the back of the All-Purpose Ticket.

When handing it back to Yukima Azuma, she gave him a quick glance, revealing her small fang, looking very menacing.

....

Yukima Azuma carefully put the All-Purpose Ticket away.

Then, he opened the door and sneaked out.

Just as Yukima Azuma closed the door, Kato Megumi came out of the bathroom.

She looked like she had just finished washing her face.

Yukima Azuma observed this scene, wondering whether he should buy a few more personal hygiene items for guests, like toothbrushes or face towels.

Also, similar to house slippers.

Ah, by the way, Eriri chose a pair of blue slippers, the same color as her eyes.

"Good morning, Azuma-san."

"Good morning, Megumi."

"Good morning, you young pervert, come here to me."

The voice of Kasumigaoka Utaha echoed down from the stairs.

Kato Megumi blinked.

Her expression seemed to say, "I wonder what kind of perverted thing Azuma-san is up to?"

Yukima Azuma immediately shook his head.

He stood in the position Kasumigaoka had designated.

Kasumigaoka also walked down from the stairs.

She sat on the sofa, crossing her legs to one side, unusually not wearing any socks or tights.

Her white, smooth legs, long and silky, were directed toward Yukima Azuma, her toes gently curling.

"Speak, you young pervert, what did you do last night after stealing my tights?"

"Did you 'use' them? How many times? Or were you planning to wash them and give them back to me so I can wear them to satisfy your desires?"

"Or, did you not wash them, leaving traces, and then wore them yourself, like that would satisfy you?"

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