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even if...

Only tonight.

Then, Eriko Miyajima slowly raised her hands, making a gesture as if waiting for a hug.

Just like in a dream.

She looked at Makoto Asano with dreamy, loving eyes and whispered, "...Asano-kun, hold me."

Upon hearing this, Makoto Asano, who had been barely maintaining his rationality, finally lost all composure.

He no longer cared, nor did he want to.

So he bent down again and kissed the girl.

Another passionate, wet kiss followed, and Eriko Miyajima's desire was nearing its peak.

Her legs began to rub together unconsciously, as if she were eagerly craving something.

Makoto Asano's lips began to slide down, revealing a jade-like neck, shoulders, and... beneath the pristine white bathrobe.

At the same time, his outstretched right hand began to grope.

Clearly, Eriko Miyajima is fully prepared.

She squinted her eyes and made cheerful, pleasant sounds, letting Asano Makoto touch her.

Makoto Asano slowly sat up and quietly gazed into her eyes.

The two stared at each other, and the room fell silent, as if it had been paused.

A moment later, Eriko Miyajima closed her eyes, raised her hands, wrapped them tightly around Makoto Asano's neck, and then kissed him.

She gave her own answer.

And so, in this pitch-black room...

As Makoto Asano pressed close to her, Eriko Miyajima let out a groan that was both sweet and painful.

The wind and rain outside the window howled incessantly.

But tonight is a wonderful night.

(That section has been deleted. This chapter only features kissing and does not contain any explicit descriptions. Or is it that kissing is no longer allowed in male protagonist novels?)

Author's note: Happy Qixi Festival, everyone.

I updated 1 words today, so asking for monthly votes isn't too much to ask, right?

Chapter 164 Hot

(This chapter is really just describing the male protagonist embracing and healing the injured female protagonist; nothing strange is happening... Please, reviewers, look carefully.)

If you say that Yuna Kanno makes people feel incredibly nervous.

Eriko Miyajima embodies the essence of passion.

Caught completely off guard, Makoto Asano felt as if he were about to be burned the moment he hugged Eriko Miyajima.

At that moment, he felt as if he were holding a red-hot iron ball, feeling flustered and even subconsciously wanting to let go.

He adjusted his breathing several times and held his mind before he finally managed to endure the feeling of being scalded and sweating profusely.

After a while, once he had almost fully adapted, he turned to look at Eriko Miyajima and began to admire her closely.

Asano Makoto was stunned.

Because it was just so beautiful.

In his eyes, at this moment, Eriko Miyajima was like the most beautiful painting in the world, adorning the yukata that was spread out like a white curtain.

Her eyes were half-open, her face showing a hint of pain and confusion, and she was breathing softly.

The blush on her face deepened, and perhaps due to the pain, her body trembled slightly.

Looking at her like this, Makoto Asano couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache. He slowly leaned down, placed his head near Eriko Miyajima's ear, gently blew on it, and whispered, "Eriko."

"Gurgle... Ahhh~~?"

Because of her injury, Eriko Miyajima was enduring pain, her eyes glazed over, uttering meaningless monosyllables.

"you are so Beautiful."

Makoto Asano softly expressed his love.

"What—uh~~~!"

Then, without waiting for Eriko Miyajima to respond.

He leaned down slightly and embraced her relatively petite body once again.

His movements were gentle and soothing, as if he were cherishing a precious treasure.

Even so, the excruciating pain that felt like the body was being torn apart was not so easily eliminated.

Eriko Miyajima couldn't help but groan again, and a tear slid from the corner of her eye.

Makoto Asano lowered his head, gently kissed the corner of her eye, and licked away her tears.

It's a bit salty.

Then, Makoto Asano began kissing Eriko without reservation, his kisses raining down on every corner of her face.

Gradually, her body stopped trembling due to the pain.

The pain in her voice had vanished, replaced by unparalleled sweetness and happiness.

Makoto Asano's kiss is the best medicine to heal pain.

So, Makoto Asano lowered his head and kissed her lips again.

She began to respond awkwardly but with effort.

The moment their lips touched, the two began a passionate and intimate kiss.

After a long, long time, Asano Masashi finally pulled away from Eriko's lips.

He tried to straighten up, but Eriko's arms, tightly wrapped around his neck, made him bend over again.

Because she didn't want Makoto Asano to leave, she wanted to hug him, she wanted to be held by him.

Sensing her feelings, Makoto Asano stopped trying to get up and instead rested his head on her shoulder, close to her ear, continuing to be gently embraced by her in this position.

At that moment, for some reason, Makoto Asano, who was being gently embraced by Eriko Miyajima, suddenly felt a sense of being embraced.

This perfect and inclusiveness even gave him the illusion that Eriko was born for him.

However... despite her gentleness, Eriko Miyajima still caused him considerable pain.

And he was not the only one who endured such extraordinary hardship.

Eriko had long since stopped feeling pain and found happiness thanks to his healing.

Even a moment later, her hand unconsciously loosened its grip.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Masashi Asano finally escaped her embrace and was able to straighten up to fully appreciate the painting.

At that moment, Eriko's left hand was behind her head, gripping the pillow.

Her other hand was placed horizontally across her face, using her forearm to cover her eyes.

An unusual blush appeared on the lower half of her face.

Looking at this beautiful scene, Makoto Asano immediately lost control of himself and was even aroused by the sadistic desires hidden deep within his heart.

How much he wanted to ravage and tear this beautiful picture to shreds!

But the last vestige of rationality made him reluctant to cause Eriko Miyajima pain.

Because he was still treating Eriko Miyajima's injuries, he couldn't let her suffer new injuries before her wounds were fully healed, could he?

Moreover, he didn't want to leave Eriko with only painful memories.

however.

Seemingly sensing his inner turmoil, Eriko hesitated for a moment before taking her hand away from her eyes and gazing at the conflicted and distressed Asano Makoto with loving, dreamy eyes.

"Asano, kun... it's okay, I... I can do it..."

And so, reason snapped.

Makoto Asano immediately hugged her even tighter.

In contrast to his embrace, Eriko Miyajima's voice gradually lost its rationality due to pain; her thoughts were beginning to be dominated by instinct.

"It hurts a little... but... ugh~~ it's okay if it's Asano-kun..."

Perhaps because of the pain of her injury, which was like melting ice cream, Eriko's expression began to gradually become uncontrollable.

The heavy breathing of the two men echoed throughout the room.

"Asano, you... like me."

A moment later, Eriko's breathing became increasingly rapid.

Makoto Asano felt similarly to her.

So he hugged Eriko Miyajima again, with such force that it felt as if he wanted to meld her whole body into his.

"Asano, Jun...I~~~~!"

In an instant, Makoto Asano felt as if he had been grabbed by something.

The feeling of tension even made him break out in a cold sweat for a moment.

However, he did not give up, because he knew that this was the key to treating Eriko Miyajima.

So he simply let go of his body and mind, allowing Eriko Miyajima to hold him tightly.