🌸Cherry Blossom Palette: Summer by the Sea🎨
Chapter 20: Summons for a Senpai, or "The Crimes of Lil' Naoto"
Sunshine Arc
Written by EmtenDew
Edited by P. serrulata
Author's note:
ED:Yay! It's time for a new story arc! Like I said, I allowed the "Doorway into Summer" arc to get way too big, but the transition from Chapter 19 allowed for a change.
We've gotten through a good deal of the "groundwork" that Summer by the Sea is built on, so the story should run a little smoother.
This chapter will be a lot shorter than the last one, but it's still over 4K words, and those are pleasant reading.
It wasn't that I meant for the chapter to be short, but I accomplished what I wanted and decided the next chapter should be its own thing.
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I know some readers are disappointed that Naoto blew a chance to watch a Disney-Pixar movie at the Gamo residence, but that was a little further than what they were ready for.
The two of them are definitely "chill" though. Only a couple of pals could text each other like they were in the wee hours of the morning, not to mention their time at and after the sandwich shop. And how things were between them on Monday and Tuesday.
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I feel the need to actually give a content warning.
The first few pages of the chapter might be pretty cringe worthy for some readers.
Just warning you, this chapter opens up with Naoto having a dirty dream, with another mentioned later, and anyone that's read this far probably knows what that entails, but it's within Naoto's character and not out of line with the story, and the story is written for older teenagers and up anyway.
It was hard to decide if I wanted to commit to it or not, but it's not smut for the sake of smut.
This story has never been and will never be pornography. I will never do that.
This stuff is just a normal part of being a male, teenage human.
I may have grown up a sheltered LDS girl, but I wasn't THAT sheltered.
PLEASE stick with the story!
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PS concocts most of the dream and "dream aftermath" parts of the story, which I don't really want to write, and I still rely on him for a male perspective. Growing up with six brothers, only one of them younger, I'm surprised I don't know more about men. Having one younger sister taught me almost everything there was to know about women.
I'm surprised at how much HE knows about women, but he DID take care of his younger sisters, their mom teaching in another city and their dad running the farm.
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I'm happy so many readers can look at my story with the big picture in mind. It's a slow burn.
There are ups and downs, and it's all part of the story.
That said, I can understand if some readers view it as a slog, and sometimes it can be.
But if someone's going to CALL my fic a "slog" and complain about Naoto regressing whenever Nagatoro hurts him and wins him over again, 58 or 60 chapters into the first part of the story, without checking out what happens in the rest of the story, they could at least comment with a profile I can respond to and not as a "guest" or a name with no link behind it.
Anyway, stuff DID happen, whether it's after Naoto losing it in Chapter 58, or after Naoto, Hana, Gamo-chan, and Yoshi having lunch on the last day of the semester in Chapter 60.
Chapters 59 and 60 definitely have Naoto reconsidering how "easily" Nagatoro won him over again.
I think a lot of good things happened for Naoto in Chapters 59 and 60.
People learn, forget, relearn, forget, relearn, forget, and they may wise up or just keep making the same mistakes again and again.
That's living.
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I'm having PS promote this chapter on "Nagatoro Monday" on Reddit, so stop by, and please support him!
A certain bad element is finally gone from Reddit, but that isn't enough to make me want to go back.
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As far as The Venture Bros. goes, I finished Season 7. I liked it.
I think it's adorable that Gary kept his "HENCH 4 LIFE" tattoo all this time.
I'm looking forward to the movie. PS and I have something special planned for that.
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He advised that I watch The Boondocks at some point, but I should only watch the first three seasons.
He told me the fourth season failed miserably, comparing it to how The Owl House did with a large chunk of its second season and third "season". Disney and Dana collectively blew it, but we don't need to cover the politics of it.
It was just blown. I watched it too, and they simply failed their viewers.
I'll probably watch The Boondocks after I watch Metalocalypse. The clips I saw (for both shows) were shocking and hilarious.
Something tells me that The Boondocks and The Owl House could never be compared, each being what it is, but PS doesn't let that sort of thing get in the way.
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Speaking of The Owl House, people are saying that Lois Lane in My Adventures with Superman looks like Luz Noceda, and they're not wrong.
This version of Lois has to be THE cutest one ever! She's adorable!
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Ask us anything, and we'll add a Q&A section in the next chapter. I would be happy if you ask questions.
Please enjoy what I wrote.
Friday, July 27, 2018
The weather outside the window of the art room of Kazehaya High was balmy, and with the AC on low, it wasn't a whole lot cooler inside, but it was comfortable.
Naoto Hachioji found himself in a unique position.
Before the "stolen" sofa, of which he wasn't overly fond, he sat on a chair he'd pulled from the big table.
He recalled doing this recently, when he'd sketched one of his friends, but he couldn't place it all that clearly.
Hayase Nagatoro, friend and love-interest, reclined at one end, slouching heavily, the chin of her grinning face, framed in hair of midnight sky, resting on the palm of her hand, elbow on the armrest.
Naoto couldn't quite see up her skirt, a sight he was most interested in.
It was strange that he couldn't, because he'd already realized he was doubtless asleep and having a dream.
He should've been able to do anything he wanted, but the whole concept of lucid dreams was dubious at best…
He'd never been able to do it, whatever way.
Screw that though~…!
It seemed his subconscious was fulfilling his "needs", regardless, the girl's bare feet out in the open, ready for anything.
Nagatoro's school shoes, steamy from a conspicuous lack of the use of stockings, so rarely worn by the little cock-tease, lay to the side, cast off by their owner at some point, but Naoto hadn't seen her do this.
It suddenly just… was, and that was too bad, one of his favorite things being able to watch it happen.
Oh, well…
Naoto took in the situation, and it wasn't hard to figure out.
The young artist knew what was expected of him. "…~!"
Nagatoro's right foot rested upon the floor.
The left was in Naoto's hands, her heel poised upon his right thigh.
Nagatoro sneered at him, her cheeks as red as an enflamed baboon's rump.
"Senpai~…" the girl resounded, wiggling her pink-and-tan toes at him. "You'd better not mess this up~."
He said nothing in reply—aloud, 'I'll show you…'
How could he mess it up…?!
He'd watched YouTube videos on how to do this, and he could probably figure it out.
Hell, he'd already started the massage, without her even asking him, and he relished the way his thumbs dimpled the soft skin in the arch of her foot.
She gasped, "Heek~?!"
In apparent surprise, her toes spread out, his "jumping the gun" giving her a bit of a shock.
Her response pleased him immensely, a fearsome grin of his own broadening, hers disappearing like a deadbeat owing alimony.
But it also felt pretty awesome for her, what her senpai was up to, and she did her best to not melt…
"…~!" Naoto wanted to see it happen again, the spreading, so he moved to the ball of her foot, applying pressure there.
And he was rewarded by another toe-spread, the girl even less unable to stop herself, not when he kneaded so deeply between her metatarsals.
She gave a squeak, her whole body twitching violently, "Yeep~!"
"…~!" Naoto gave a shuddering breath, a lightheadedness almost overcoming him, the "half-staff" chub he'd been nursing in his shorts for a while abruptly raising to a "full-flag" erection.
He could feel it happening, hot as a feverish forehead, lil' Naoto extending along the length of his thigh…
He reasoned that's why his head went all fuzzy and full of butterflies, his manly member demanding the blood his brain didn't need quite as much.
More importantly, he kept doing what he was doing, turning the screws a little harder.
"Senpai~…?! Ooh~!" Nagatoro's pelvis jerked, her buttocks tightening, her skirt flaring out.
If it hadn't been for the fact she was pressing her thighs together as tightly as she could, Naoto was SURE he'd have been able to see her womanly meat bulging the crotch of her panties, the fabric glistening with the female ambrosia seeping out of her…
'Yes~…!' Naoto wanted to charge in between her legs, headfirst, but he kept at the task he'd been given and had cheerfully taken upon himself, in lieu of a formal invitation to begin.
But something was goofy… down south…
With his boner being bent at an angle he didn't like, obstructed by the confines of his pants, it was necessary to adjust himself, shuffling in his seat, and he was pleased to experience a shift, the hard-on dutifully moving in a direction where it could grow and pulsate with abandon.
And it did so~…
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He knew this was a dream, but he was okay with that; he was having a pretty good time.
Like Hell this would happen for real, not to HIM…
He couldn't tell whether he smelled anything or not, but he was fine with that, the whole "stink" thing not appealing to him.
Why any man liked that, he'd never understood…
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By this time, Naoto expected to find Nagatoro biting the knuckles on one hand, while her other hand played "hide the finger" in the cleft of her own sex.
"Unfortunately", he had another thing coming.
Instead of her giving in, he found a girl thirsty for a little revenge, having gotten control of her faculties.
"Dirty Senpai~…" she lambasted. "You think you can get me to do that~?"
Hadn't he managed to get her goat a little~…?
He wasn't sure how she knew what he'd been thinking, but—oh, well—it was a dream, and he wasn't going to ask questions.
As far as her "revenge"~…
Nagatoro lifted her leg, straightening it out, breaking Naoto's hold of her foot.
"Now, eat your reward~!" she tittered shrilly.
And she put her foot in his mouth… or rather, two or three of her toes.
Naoto bucked in reply, Nagatoro driving his head back.
It wasn't like he was fighting it though…
His tongue snaked between the digits.
She wasn't going to win~…
She did try. "Go, Senpai~! All my toes~!"
Naoto didn't even break a sweat.
This was easy~…
"Senpaaaaaaaai~!"
Yeah! Her foot wasn't big, and his mouth wasn't small, so…
"The whole thing! The whole thing!" she demanded.
This was less feasible, his bottom lip riding her arch.
Any further, and he thought he might CHOKE~…
He knew he was dreaming, so what did he have in his mouth?!
He also wasn't sure why his pecker felt like it was trapped in a vise.
It must've been one of his hands… and he was probably sucking on the other one, as he might slobber on it during an imaginary, dreamscape make-out session…
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"…" He wanted more.
He needed more.
This was great and all, but he REQUIRED more…!
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He wanted to put it in her.
Nay…
He wanted to stick it up her guts, punching right through her cervix, spraying 100 mL of his mighty senpai-seed directly into her uterus.
That's what happened in this one hentai he'd watched a few times…
So, that's what he tried to do.
Neither of them would be a virgin much longer~…!
Shrugging off what she was forcing upon him, he propelled himself forward, his rod somehow already out.
It was so rigid, he could've plugged his own navel…
Hiking her legs up to her ears, he plunged all the way in, phallus-first, and if there was anything between the depths of her lady-hole and the outside world, it vanished like an ice cube in a pot of boiling water.
For some reason, she didn't make a peep, and she offered no resistance, aid, or anything else.
The vise squeezing lil' Naoto had violently increased its pressure, painfully and intermittently so…
As for big Naoto, he was now kissing Nagatoro, and she did reciprocate this, their tongues fighting for superiority.
The sheer vigor of what he was doing had lifted Nagatoro to the point that her mid-back was straddling the sofa's upper.
He was close…
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Naoto knew he was dreaming.
He knew what his hands were doing.
And he knew, the gradual sensation of "senpai-seed" traveling down his shaft, that he'd be waking up with a wad of baby-batter in his boxers.
It ALWAYS woke him up…
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Big Naoto didn't have to do a manual check in the realm of lil' Naoto.
He knew what he'd find, but he did it anyway, out of habit more than anything else.
For good measure, he looked, the sun's light peeking through his window shades, it being bright enough to see.
Yep… he'd fired the gun, alright…
He thought he was hydrated well enough, but he'd produced another "tapioca" load.
It looked like his dick had vomited cottage cheese… and as if it had gone through a meat-grinder, totally beat to shit.
Why couldn't his unit catch a break…?!
"Gawddamn it…" Naoto swore.
Another pair of shorts soiled in one night…
For this had been the second such dream he'd had that morning, which seemed impossible, considering he'd just gotten off the phone with Maki Gamo about five hours prior.
Yesterday had been "pool cleaning" day, and he'd ended the night, delighted to get a text from Gamo-chan, both of them having gone to bed early, only for each to wake in the wee hours of the morning…
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Now… having two nocturnal squirts in one night was unusual, but it wasn't unheard of, though it had been a few months since the last time.
Three was definitely unusual, but that had only happened, like, twice.
Naoto had been having singular problems every morning of the last week, his Nagatorial dreams steadily intensifying, and he wasn't sure why it had started happening so much.
There had to be something he could do to solve this problem…
He'd even started jerking off daily, wondering if that would solve the problem, and it apparently wasn't.
Maybe he should beat it TWICE daily…
He knew his pal Shuu Aisho did that.
And he was sure his pal Tohru Hijikata didn't.
Maybe he should wear oven mitts to bed… like they used to do when kids caught the chickenpox, to keep them from scratching…
He certainly didn't know why he kept bothering to put on fresh boxers, but what else was he supposed to do?
Sleep in the nude…?
He didn't not like that, but it wouldn't do his bedsheets any favors, and they'd have to go in for laundering too, not that his shorts held back everything.
He was very happy to be doing his own laundry, which he'd insisted on doing for a couple of years…
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And that dream…
Naoto doubted that Nagatoro would enjoy such a thing happening, but she might enjoy the dominance aspect… at first.
He didn't like it very much, her love of domination, but he'd nevertheless gotten plenty of onanistic "milage" out of it, to go by US Standard Units, her treating him like garbage.
Nagatoro's overfondness of manipulation was still probably healthier than what supposedly turned on Sakura Inori.
The gal, having gotten off on the fear she'd experienced, that Friday night, back in June, when she'd believed herself about to be violated, had really bothered him, hearing it from her when she'd had a loose tongue.
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"…?" It occurred to Naoto that he'd forgotten to tell Gamo-chan, when she'd asked why men "went for that sort of thing", about the domination aspect of foot-fetishism.
Some men just LOVED to be dominated… to be below something… to be humiliated… to be driven into the ground… to be stepped on…
And serving as a woman's "doormat" fit the criteria quite well.
"…!" He stopped.
Why was he thinking about that shit…?!
He was probably just half-asleep, and he moved to wake himself up.
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It was 7:00 a.m., and, having cleaned up his little "problem", Naoto jumped into the shower.
This was just to rinse off the sticky…
He'd take a proper shower, after completing his morning walk, which he was glad to do.
After walking around the block once, he did a little stretching.
The stretching felt especially good for his back, still somewhat sore from all the lifting and bending he'd done, cleaning the school pool.
"…" He wondered how his two study buddies were doing.
Hana Sunomiya had gotten back to Hayama late Wednesday night, after he and Gamo-chan had parted ways, and she'd still come to school with Sakura, both girls eager to help him with his task.
Thank goodness for his girls~…!
The Art Club (and friend) had made quick work of the pool, having finished the job in roughly six hours.
And the worst Naoto had seen of it was a mild sunburn on the tops of his feet, a stiff lower-back, and the cost of gelato for his most lovely pair of kohai.
That seemed like a win~…
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Another 'round the block saw Naoto loosening up, and he was starting to feel decent, if a little achy from his Thursday labor.
Once he got home again, he'd wash up, make himself a nice breakfast, and spend a few hours booking.
He'd already taken out a fair chunk of his summer homework, and maybe he could finish it before August, but that would involve a few days cooped up, and he'd settle to finish it off more gradually, maybe a week into August.
Schoolwork had never bothered Naoto all that much, and the knowledge that Sakura and Hana wanted to toil with their homework together, holed up in the art room, had him in no great hurry.
He'd be glad to sit with the girls, doing their schoolwork…
It had been one of the best weeks of his life, admittedly, studying for finals with Sakura and Hana, and working with them again would be a pleasure.
Perhaps Gamo-chan would join them too~…
And Yoshi Yamazaki was certainly welcome.
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A third time around saw Naoto pondering his task for the beach day he'd be sharing with the girls (and Shuu and Tohru).
Gamo-chan had "volunteered" him to stake out a spot on the beach, and it would be easy, considering he had that stack of old blankets to claim a territory for nine and was planning to do his morning exercise by the sea.
He didn't mind that Gamo-chan had pushed this on him.
Bringing the drinks might've been easier, but he was glad to have the responsibility of finding them the best location possible.
At least he didn't have to supply the big umbrellas…
That was Nekoba's job, and she'd probably be springing to rent a couple of them, having only one of her own, no one else having any.
He didn't remember what everyone would be bringing, but Sakura and Hana (after the fact) had volunteered to bring a changing tent, Sakura's inflatable raft, and a fat basket of PB&J sandwiches, fruit, veggies, and chips.
It sounded good to him~…
Things were coming together, and Naoto was happy that Gamo-chan seemed to be in good humor when they'd spoken.
She'd had a hard last week of school, and she'd had her struggles THIS week too…
But the mental picture he held of her, d'aww-ing over the cute animal videos she'd shown him, made it hard to wipe the smile from his face.
Before going to sleep, he had watched the most recent video she'd sent.
It had been another fruit bat sanctuary video, a rescued baby bat being introduced to another bat, so old and frail, he couldn't even hang from his feet by himself anymore.
The little one had wanted to snuggle up to the old fart, but the old-timer had time for nothing but the banana he was cradling, "om-nom-nom" the only thing on his mind.
It HAD been cute~…
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Despite wishing it would just leave his mind, Naoto's walk back to his house had him brooding on the other dream he'd had that night.
He couldn't decide which dream was worse.
In the dream, Nagatoro had been seated behind him in a classroom.
It SEEMED like a classroom…
Whether or not anyone else was around, Naoto didn't see, and he didn't care, his only desire being to pull off her shoes, grabbing what he could, despite her struggling.
Instead of ripping off all at once, or even in shreds, the fabric uppers of those dumb slip-ons she wore began dissolving, the more he touched them…
Once her toes and everything else he wanted were exposed—
Touch 'em?!
He was Naoto fuckin' "of the 17 cm" Hachioji, the lunatic of God's Creation!
He had NEEDS~…!
His mouth went right for them, like he was going for the piece of candy in the bottom of the pan of flour on field day.
Unlike the other dream, Nagatoro hadn't wanted it this time—at all, and she'd been quite vocal, her protests and kicks and screams and attempts to escape doing nothing to put a stop to it.
And he'd splooged like he was trying to clear the goal posts in an American football game…
"…!" Naoto just felt all the more disgusted with himself.
Yeah, maybe that dream WAS worse than the other had been…
That had been pretty sick, and he hated it.
But it was just a dream …
He'd dreamed worse, his subconscious being what it was.
Though, he wondered what that made him …
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Back at home, one of those hot/cold showers that Naoto had begun to like left him feeling fresh.
And after a nice bowl of oatmeal, dotted with pistachio kernels and drizzled with honey, some fresh fruit, and a morsel of ham, he sat down at his desk, ready to struggle through a few math problems.
They weren't easy, but they were doable.
A little while later saw him leaning back, giving his body a nice stretch and the world a big yawn.
Naoto hadn't snoozed the best, dirty dreams and waking up a few times never the greatest recipe for sleep, but he felt okay.
That day, he had next to nothing to do, once he'd finished the work he'd set out for himself, and that was a wonderful thing, knowing he could take a nap or just loaf about the house all day.
Glancing at the clock, he saw it was 8:40 a.m.
'It's still not too late to beat the heat… If I leave now…' he pondered.
But he decided against it.
He'd thought about going to school early that day—having ample time to work on a little art—but he would content himself indoors at home.
After spending the day out in the sun, it was kind of pleasant to just sit at his desk, cracking away at his summer homework.
He felt decent, to be certain, having used plenty of sunblock, having had plenty of water and good food, and having taken all those breaks.
The sunburn on the tops of his feet didn't even bother him that much, his religious application of aloe doing wonders for the mild discomfort.
Yeah~…
It was pleasant enough to work quietly, and he did so for about two hours.
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Nearly 11:00, just when Naoto had resigned himself to laze in front of his TV, ready to pop in a game or a DVD he'd been meaning to watch, things took a turn.
*Ring! Ring!*
The name appearing on his phone sent a mixture of pleasure and irritation through him.
He was overjoyed to have a chance to talk to Sakura, but he also feared she might try to wrest him from his do-nothing ways…
No matter, he answered, "Hey, Sakura-san. What's up?"
"Switch over to video, Senpai-kun, I gotta talk to you~," she chirped.
'Shit, no problem~!' He did so without hesitation.
"There you are~!" Her tanned face appeared before him, bereft of her usual heavy makeup. "What's good, Senpai-kuuun~?"
Boy, that smile~!
"I'm doing okay, Sakura-san…" he was pleased to say, the corners of his mouth subject to an upturn. "Got up earlier than I really wanted to, but I got in a little exercise, limbered up the old back~… I just got a few sections done on my summer homework, so that's good. How are you?"
"I'm great, buddy~!" she announced. "My back's feeling okay, and I'm so glad I stretched a bit last night."
Naoto wished he'd done the same. "Good to hear."
"Yep, yep~," she approved.
"So… what's going on…?" he ventured.
"Aww, no time for small talk?" Sakura pretend-pouted. "Asshole-kun~…"
Hot damn, did he unironically love that moniker~…
"It's Friday morning, Sakura-san," he suppressed a laugh but not his smile. "I just wanna know what's up."
"Fine, be that way…" She'd wanted to banter about a bit more, but she had gotten him to smile. "I need your help with something today."
'I knew it!' he steamed. 'She wants to pull me from my day of sloth!'
What he said audibly was, "Okay."
Naoto was on the defensive~…! She wasn't about to remove him from his senpai-seat so easily…
Sakura was masterful at getting boys to do what she wanted, and Naoto—though wiser than most—wasn't immune to her considerable charm, and she'd take a whack at it.
"I'm taking Hana-chan clothes shopping today," she informed him, mostly business. "It'd be helpful if you came along~."
"…" Naoto could tell there was more, so he waited.
She did have more. "Y'see, Hana-chan's wardrobe is lacking in fun, summery outfits, and she wants to try some new things this year. I have all sorts of ideas to make her totally adorable, and you should come with us."
He happened to think that Hana didn't NEED help in being "totally adorable"… and he wanted to give himself a day off…
To his own amazement, he answered at once, "Don't wanna…"
"…?!"
"…"
"You 'don't wanna'?" Sakura felt this out.
Naoto really didn't. "Nope."
"And after all our help yesterday~…?" she bewailed. "If it wasn't for Hana-chan and me, you'd still be scrubbing the pool, buddy~."
Her buddy he may have been, but a sucker he was not, at least not always.
He pledged, "And I'm grateful for that, Sakura-san."
The blonde would play on his "honor".
She reminded him, "You said you owed us, so you can consider this your full and complete payment."
"I thought we cleared that up," he retorted.
"You offered, and I'm calling it in~." She gave a smirky smirk. "The gelato was good, but it wasn't that good~."
Naoto wouldn't deny that he owed the girls something more. "Can't it be something else?"
Sakura pulled out a bigger gun.
"You'd be willing to give me that back massage~?" she harkened back to another bit of repartee from the day before. "Or… that 'something else'~?"
"…!" The loose skin on his elbow twitched at the flesh-memory, piglets painted with radioactive substances having left unseen but very real traces.
"Yeah, I thought so~…" She saw his face twitch, and she knew what she'd evoked. "Anyway, I'd rather have your help with this."
"Why?" Maybe he could still fight this.
"I've never helped another girl shop for clothes," she fenagled. "I need a man's opinion~."
Naoto espoused, 'Malarkey! Complete and utter bullshit!'
Though, that wasn't what he said.
"No, you don't," he laughed, unable to stop himself, her playful expression and tone knocking him off-balance.
"Anywho, we could use a little help carrying things," she slipped past his rebuke. "It's not like we'd make you carry everything! Come along! It'll be fun. It'll get you out of the house for a few hours."
"I like the house," Naoto replied. "We just had our air-conditioning tuned up. It's nice and cool in here, and it's gonna be bad and hot out there."
"C'mon, Senpai-kun~!" She didn't stop trying. "There's air-conditioning at the stores too."
He reasoned, "It's not that I'm not willing to help you and Sunomiya or anything, but can't it wait for another day…?"
"What else have you got going on…?" she challenged. "Gonna play a few games? Read some manga? Watch some anime~?"
The gal had him pegged, but it wasn't over yet…
"Sakura-san, I'm beat." He wasn't just making some lame excuse. "How can you not be tired after yesterday? And aren't we all still spending a little too much money lately?"
Were his gal-pals MADE of money…?!
He'd said the same thing not long ago and more than a few times.
It seemed a reasonable argument…
But if he thought that would deter her, he was pissing upwind in a strong gale.
It was time for an even bigger gun~…
"Guess I need to pour a little honey on this for you to try a bite~." Sakura's eyebrows waggled.
"Hmm…?" Naoto's ears perked.
She threw out the bait, "I'm doing a little shopping myself."
'Woot!' That perked up the rest of him.
But he wouldn't let her think she'd ensnared him, and he casually remarked, "Oh, that's nice…"
"I wanna buy a new bikini, Senpai-kun, for tomorrow," she said without further preamble or inflection.
Schwing! Naoto's spirit ascended as if someone had stuck a burning bottle rocket up his ass. "…!"
Sakura knew she'd set the trap. "Do you really need another reason to come along? Eh, Senpai-kuuuuuun~?"
Naoto really wanted to see that… like, REALLY…
He sighed, knowing damn skippy that she knew that he knew she'd caught herself a whopper, hook, line, and sinker. He wouldn't even deny his peaked interest.
'Here comes the net!' he imagined.
"Well~?" she giggled.
"Where and when do we meet?" sighing, he gave in.
Sakura cheered, "Yeah, boy! That's what I like to hear~."
He was utterly defeated, but he'd keep his head up. "Where and when do we meet…?"
"Meet us at the bus stop nearest the noodle shop we ordered from, and show up at, uh… 1:00. That'd be good."
"You and Sunomiya eating beforehand?"
"Yeppers," she acknowledged. "We'll prolly get a snack or some ice cream or something, but come fed."
Naoto could go for this.
He wouldn't have to leave the house for a while yet…
"Okay, Sakura-san, I'll see you and Sunomiya at 1:00."
"Outstanding~!" she purred. "Wear something comfy; we'll be walking a little ways."
Not impervious to her kitty-cat noises, Naoto decided, a tingle working its way up his back, "S-since we're meeting up, I'll bring you the first few volumes of Paradise Harem. Could you bring me a short stack of Eyeshield 21?"
"'Kin' A, Senpai-kun~."
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