NOVPUBChapter 220: Oblivious
“Can I really stay here? Wouldn’t I be a bother?” Yuuna asked, her tone laced with hesitation, her fingers fidgeting nervously on her lap as her eyes searched Yukari’s face for reassurance.
“A bother? No way!” Yukari responded without the slightest pause, her voice light and comforting like a spring breeze. “You’re absolutely welcome here, Yuuna-chan. You can stay for as long as you want! Seriously, there’s no limit!”
Her lips curled into a radiant smile, so warm and full of genuine kindness that it could melt the thickest wall of anxiety. It was the kind of smile that felt like a warm blanket on a cold night.
“In fact,” she added with a little laugh, “I should be asking you instead, am I the one bothering you, Yuuna-chan?”
“Of course not,” Yuuna replied, her face brightening with a soft, appreciative smile. “I’m really happy you invited me. I’d love to learn more about you, Yukari-san.”
Kouhei stood there quietly, his hands tucked into his pockets, observing the two of them with a tight-lipped, uneasy smile. His eyebrows twitched slightly as he watched their exchange.
He didn’t quite understand why, but a strange feeling had begun to stir inside him. Something uncomfortable and hard to name. A faint pulse of tension throbbed in his chest, making him shift slightly where he stood.
Their conversation continued effortlessly, flowing into stories and laughter, until eventually, the subject shifted toward a far less welcome topic. His past.
“Did you know that Kou used to call himself the ‘Dark Dragon Master’ back in middle school?” Yukari said with a smirk, mischief dancing in her eyes.
“Yuka-nee-chan… please, let’s not bring that up. That’s really embarrassing,” Kouhei muttered, his face turning red as he lowered his head in shame.
“Eh~… But I’d love to hear more about you, Kouhei-kun,” Yuuna said with curiosity gleaming in her eyes.
“That’s what she said,” Yukari said.
And just like that, piece by piece, the stories he had buried deep—his old cringe-worthy delusions and the awkward phases he had worked so hard to forget—were unearthed and laid bare in front of Yuuna.
Kouhei just let it happen. He didn’t fight it. He quietly left the scene and headed toward the bath, a heavy sigh escaping his lips as he walked.
He stood under the shower, letting the hot water run over his head and cascade down his back, washing away the exhaustion of the day. Steam curled around him, enclosing him in a comforting haze.
A lot had happened—way too much, if he was honest—but thankfully, not all of it had been bad. In fact, some of it had felt… good.
Once he finished and dried off, Kouhei returned to the living room, towel still draped over his neck. The room was quiet now—only Yukari remained, sitting alone on the couch, her legs crossed and her eyes gentle as they met his.
“Kou,” she said, her voice soft but serious. “Let’s have a little talk.”
Kouhei nodded and walked over. He sat down with his legs folded neatly beneath him, posture straight but relaxed.
“Yuuna-chan seems like a really wonderful girl,” Yukari said with a fond expression. “You’re really lucky, you know.”
Kouhei rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, a chuckle slipping out. “Hahaha… I guess I am.”
Lucky… That word didn’t even begin to cover it. What he had now felt like a miracle.
“It’s been quite a while since I saw you last,” Yukari continued, her voice tinged with nostalgia. “And just look at you now. You’ve grown up so much. I can hardly believe the little Kou who used to trot around behind me has turned into such a fine young man.”
“Well,” Kouhei replied, his eyes slightly averted, “I’ve been trying to be better… because I want to be someone worthy of her.”
His quiet determination spilled from his words, and they were sincere and unwavering. His growth—his desire to improve—came from a deep place. He simply wanted to be someone deserving of love, someone strong enough to return it with everything he had.
“Ahhh~… I wonder where that little Kou I helped raise disappeared to,” Yukari said teasingly, a playful lilt in her voice as she smiled.
“I’m still the same Kouhei I was back then,” he said firmly, meeting her gaze. “And I’ll keep being that same Kouhei in the future.”
Yukari’s smile softened at his words.
“Right. No matter what happens, you’re still you,” she said gently. “Anyway, it’s getting pretty late, isn’t it? Why don’t you head to where Yuuna-chan is? I’m sure she’s waiting for you.”
“O-Okay,” Kouhei replied, standing up and adjusting his shirt before walking toward his bedroom.
Yuuna was already in there.
“Oh, Kou,” Yukari called out just as he reached the door, “you’ve got some protection with you, right?”
“W-We’re not doing anything like that yet!” Kouhei stammered, his face instantly flushing a deep red.
Yukari laughed softly, a teasing smile curving her lips. “I’m just joking.”
She was only half-serious. Deep down, she knew Kouhei wouldn’t dare do something so bold—or at least not yet anyway. He was the kind of guy who’d turn into a stuttering mess even if his gorgeous girlfriend stripped down in front of him. He simply didn’t have the guts to act on his libido.
And besides, they were still in high school. Sure, it was common nowadays to lose your virginity in high school since many teenagers are getting curious for those kind of stuff, but she didn’t believe Kouhei had the backbone for it.
No matter how sexy Yuuna was—Kouhei wouldn’t just lose control like that.
…Right?
Still, a tiny seed of unease took root in her chest. A quiet, nagging suspicion she couldn’t quite ignore. What if Kouhei really was having sex with Yuuna?
But she shook her head and pushed the thought away—for now.
***
Kouhei slowly opened the door to his room and stepped inside.
There, lying comfortably on his bed with her back against the mattress, was Yuuna. Her legs were folded loosely, and her eyes turned toward him with a soft smile.
“Your room’s really nice, Kouhei-kun,” she said sweetly. “Now that I think about it, this is actually the first time I’ve ever been in here.”
Now that he thought about it… she was right. This really was her first time stepping foot into his bedroom. Until now, the only women he’d ever let into this private space were, first and foremost, Hina—who he lost his virginity to, right here in this very bedroom—and Aria, whose virginity he also took in the same place.
Yeah… this room carried weight. It was steeped in memories.
“Say, Kouhei-kun…” Yuuna’s voice broke the silence, soft and inquisitive. “Are the walls here thick?”
He blinked. “I think so. Why?”
A playful, almost dangerous smile curved across her lips.
“Then… your aunt wouldn’t hear us if we have sex here, huh?”
“Uh… I don’t think—”
He tried to reason, to hold on to the last bit of sense, but his voice faltered. The words barely formed as he looked at her… lounging on his bed, dressed in clothes that clung too perfectly to her body, teasing his gaze and stoking the heat that swelled inside him.
Something fragile in him—something that had been holding firm all this time—was beginning to crack. To fray. To snap.
Would he really do it? Would he really have sex with Yuuna right here, knowing his aunt was just a few meters away, separated only by a wall?
“Fufufu…” Her teasing chuckle filled the air like perfume. “You’re blushing so much, Kouhei-kun. Just thinking about having sex with me is making you aroused, isn’t it?”
“Well… yeah,” Kouhei admitted, his voice husky and dry with honesty. “You look… really sexy right now. And, honestly… I’m getting a hard on.”
“Fufufu…” Her eyes gleamed with amusement and something deeper. “You’ve gotten bold with your words, haven’t you? How cute…” Her fingers brushed along the blanket as she shifted, making room beside her. “Here. I’ll try my best to keep my voice down… if you want to.”
Kouhei’s throat tightened as he swallowed.
And then—snap.
That thin, final thread of self-restraint gave way.
He slowly made his way to the bed, every step feeling heavier and hotter. He sat at the edge first, the mattress dipping beneath his weight. Yuuna didn’t say a word. Her eyes were closed now, her face soft and relaxed… but her lips were curled in a quiet, knowing smile.
Kouhei leaned in close—his breath brushing her cheek—and without a word, he pressed his lips against hers.
Their lips pressed together—soft at first, almost hesitant. But it didn’t stay innocent for long.
What began as a gentle kiss soon melted into something far more carnal, far more lewd. Their mouths moved hungrily against one another, and then, as if drawn by instinct, both of their tongues began to explore. They pushed and swirled, tasting each other with growing desperation. Arousal simmered in the air, thickening with every breath they shared.
Kouhei’s hand moved with purpose, slipping beneath the thin layer of nightwear that barely clung to her body. His palm found the warmth of her bare skin, and then, he cupped her breast directly.
The sensation was immediate.
Soft, supple flesh filled his hand, and right at the center, his fingers brushed against her hardened nipple. It was already stiff… sensitive and begging to be touched. He pinched it slightly, then flicked it with the tip of his finger, teasing her with deliberate motions.
Yuuna trembled beneath his touch, but neither of them said a word. Their bodies spoke louder than anything else could.
And all of this was unfolding while, just beyond the bedroom, Yukari was lounging comfortably in the living room. A cigarette rested between her fingers, a half-empty can of beer at her side. The glow of the television illuminated her face as she laughed freely, lost in the chaotic fun of her favorite anime airing on the screen.
She was… completely oblivious.
