Cote : I Just Want to Grant Your Wish!

She had never even entertained herself in such a way before, yet at this moment, Kamuro Masumi felt a certain blush-inducing temptation, as if she had just seen that flash of lightning again, her heart pounding wildly.

Having never experienced anything like this, she simply felt the stark difference between men and women, her face slightly red as she glared fiercely at Kaoru Mitoma.

"Could you at least pay attention to your image?"

Kaoru Mitoma hung his clothes on a chair, positioning them toward the stove, before finally having the time to reply.

"You should hurry up and take off your wet clothes too. Wearing them will make you lose body heat. You don't want to catch a cold or fever tomorrow, do you?"

It seemed like common sense, but wasn't this just too strange?

Not to mention why he could so casually undress in front of others, the more important point was that Kamuro Masumi wasn't his "bro." She was a genuine girl!

Any normal girl wouldn't undress in front of Kaoru Mitoma!

Even if Kamuro Masumi usually fooled around with him, this was a line she absolutely couldn't cross.

"Achoo—"

Kaoru Mitoma glanced at the girl.

She was hugging her arms tightly, the cold clearly seeping in, her whole body trembling, yet her eyes still held a trace of determination.

"Aren't you cold?"

"I am."

"Then why aren't you taking your clothes off?"

"Be… because it's a bit awkward."

The more Kamuro Masumi tried not to pay attention to his body, the more she couldn't help stealing glances.

This strange feeling made her feel as if she had just opened the door to a new world—both inexplicably fearful and incredibly thrilling and alluring.

"I won't look" Kaoru Mitoma turned around. "Just take off your coat. It'll dry quickly by the stove."

Why did his words make it sound like they were roasting sweet potatoes?

Kamuro Masumi felt like she was overthinking things, her thoughts a complete mess.

After a while, the faint sound of a zipper could be heard, followed by a rustling noise.

From the sounds alone, one could imagine the girl hesitation and posture, leaving much to the imagination.

"You can turn around now" Kamuro Masumi whispered softly.

Kaoru Mitoma didn't turn immediately.

Instead, he said "Can you check my back for any wounds?"

Kamuro Masumi was slightly taken aback but then pursed her lips and stepped closer, now only about forty to fifty centimeters away from his back.

If he turned his head, they might end up in an awkward face-to-face situation.

She observed Kaoru Mitoma back, which wasn't overly muscular.

The lines of his muscles were somewhat gentle, lacking the aggressive bulk of gym enthusiasts, yet they exuded the vitality and strength typical of his age.

Taking this moment, Kamuro Masumi took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.

She had seen Kaoru Mitoma body during swimming classes, so there was no reason for her to be so flustered.

It's just a man, nothing to get worked up about.

"Have you touched enough?" Kaoru Mitoma suddenly asked.

Startled by his words, Kamuro Masumi realized her hand was resting on his back, feeling the firm muscles beneath. Her cheeks flushed, and her breathing became slightly hurried.

"I'm checking if you're hurt!" she replied loudly, trying to mask her embarrassment.

With that, Kamuro Masumi forced herself to act nonchalant, continuing to feel his back as if genuinely checking for injuries.

"Does it hurt here?"

"Hiss..." Kaoru Mitoma gasped slightly. "Your fingers are too cold, giving me goosebumps."

Hearing his gasp, Kamuro Masumi initially thought he was really hurt, but his response made her grit her teeth.

"It's all your fault for dragging me out here!"

"I didn't know it would rain as soon as we stepped out" Kaoru Mitoma replied.

Kamuro Masumi snorted coldly and silently withdrew her fingers.

The sensation wasn't unpleasant, and she found herself unexpectedly wanting more.

However, having no experience with the opposite sex, she was at a loss on how to proceed further.

Her own reactions left her feeling a bit confused and she couldn't help but stare intently at Kaoru Mitoma.

At that moment, Kaoru Mitoma turned his head, meeting Kamuro Masumi blatant curiosity.

Instantly, the girl averted her gaze, her ears turning soft and red.

Kaoru Mitoma had no idea what she was thinking, but his eyes lit up.

Clearly, the girl still didn't know how to effectively protect herself.

After removing her jacket, her body was fully exposed to Kaoru Mitoma gaze. Her white short-sleeve was thin, and the rain had soaked through, even with the jacket protection.

The water had seeped into her chest, her delicate collarbone clinging to a few strands of hair.

Her small chest was slightly swollen, revealing fair and smooth skin.

Upon closer inspection, a faint white pattern could be seen, hinting at the shape beneath.

The thin straps on her shoulders added a subtle allure.

Her face still carried a faint blush, her wet hair slightly disheveled. Her eyes seemed to hold a layer of mist, and her moist lips were temptingly red.

Kamuro Masumi, appearing before Kaoru Mitoma in this state, probably didn't even realize the impact she was having.

Or perhaps, she genuinely found it awkward for both of them to be undressed.

"Sit down by the fire first, so you don't catch a cold" Kaoru Mitoma said as he rummaged through his backpack once more. He had one last set of sportswear left.

"You take the short-sleeved shirt and I'll wear the long pants."

"Don't give it to me! Put your clothes on right now!" Kamuro Masumi struggled to control herself.

Normally, she wouldn't care about such things, but why was she now unable to resist the urge to sneak a glance?

Not only did she want to touch his muscles again, but seeing a certain part of him also made her feel a burning sensation throughout her body.

The image of him lying there, the warmth of his embrace, kept flashing through her mind.

"If you don't put it on, I might not be able to hold back" Kaoru Mitoma murmured, his gaze lingering on her.

At first, Kamuro Masumi didn't understand his implication.

But as she followed his line of sight and looked down, she gradually realized what he meant, her cheeks burning.

"Perverted foot fetishist!" Kamuro Masumi covered her chest, her face red to the tips of her ears.

To cover her embarrassment, she could only scold him angrily.

"I've told you, I'm not a foot fetishist" Kaoru Mitoma insisted as he handed her the short-sleeved shirt.

"You used to peek at Sakayanagi and Morishita, and now you're peeking at me and Yamamura. Do you have a thing for small ones?" Kamuro Masumi didn't even know what she was saying anymore, her face growing redder with each word.

"I've heard that foot fetishists prefer smaller chests. It's an extremely abnormal perversion."

Kaoru Mitoma brain nearly short-circuited.

If she knew she was small, why was she saying that liking small ones was perverted?

"Kamuro-san."

At this moment, Kaoru Mitoma felt it was absolutely necessary to clarify once again.

"Any man would find you adorable, honestly. Even if you asked me to lick your feet right now, I'd agree, because small ones are cute too…"

Before he could finish, Kamuro Masumi kicked him in the shin without hesitation.

"Ouch, wait, stop kicking!"

Kamuro Masumi face remained completely expressionless.

She could call herself small, but he couldn't.

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