Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki

“Do you think the nobles in this academy won't have their families making demands?”

Stella fell silent immediately.

Not because of anything else, but because Shizuku Kurogane was right; she just hadn't thought about it before.

A Blazer's ability is indeed not something that can be inherited through bloodlines.

After all, each Blazer awakens a different ability, but generally speaking, a Blazer's aptitude can be passed down through bloodlines.

Although the probability isn't 100%, the higher the Blazer aptitude of both parents, the higher the potential aptitude of their child.

So, someone like Makoto Haramura is considered the best paternal gene by many Blazer families.

Some might ask, what about Stella?

That's different. Stella is, after all, royalty of Vermillion. Who would let Vermillion's only royal child marry into their family?

Vermillion would only accept a son-in-law.

Everyone is well aware of this, so no one would provoke Stella.

Seeing Stella's expression, Shizuku Kurogane knew she had provoked her enough, so she began to explain on her own.

“Obviously.”

“Although I've already crossed the line of ethical concepts, my brother and the world will definitely have concerns and misunderstandings about this, right?”

“So, I need to form an alliance in this regard.”

Stopping her leg-swinging, Shizuku Kurogane held up two fingers and waved them in front of Stella.

“Mutual help to a limited extent, without forcing each other to do anything, okay?”

A wise glint flashed in Shizuku Kurogane's eyes.

Pursuing her brother and getting him to agree is already a difficult task. If her brother's friends keep bringing up the sibling issue, it will only deepen his impression and make him more resistant to her.

She needs to solve this problem here and now.

“But, you, this, bro…”

Before she could even finish a complete sentence, Stella's mind flashed with Makoto Haramura's face, and she reluctantly nodded.

“Okay…”

Chapter 069 Night

Normally, she would absolutely reject things that violate ethical and moral concepts.

But her weakness had been completely seized.

Lying on the bed, Stella sighed deeply, continuing to toss and turn, unable to fall asleep.

“Makoto…”

She whispered the name that made her heart itch, in a voice only she could hear.

For Stella, who had never been in contact with other men since childhood, this was the first and only man she wanted to understand more deeply.

She wanted to keep looking at his face, even though he would wake up in half an hour. She couldn't suppress the impulse in her heart.

This was where the benefit of sharing a room came in.

If she wanted to see him, she could see him at any time.

She tiptoed down the ladder, afraid of startling the sleeping person.

Makoto Haramura continued to sleep soundly.

He wasn't snoring, but from her current position, Stella could clearly hear Makoto Haramura's even breathing.

“Makoto…”

Stella called Makoto Haramura's name again softly, her eyes filled with infinite tenderness.

She wanted to talk to him, but seeing Makoto Haramura sleeping so soundly, she couldn't bear to wake the boy she had placed in her heart.

“Forget it, I'll go wash up first.”

As if talking to herself, Stella's lips moved slightly, and she prepared to withdraw her gaze.

But as she withdrew her gaze, her eyes stopped at a certain spot.

It was Makoto Haramura's exposed chest.

Because the top of his pajamas wasn't fully buttoned, the top two buttons were completely undone.

The broad chest, delicate collarbone, and slightly rolling Adam's apple, all appearing at the same time, made Stella unable to move her gaze.

“Gulp—”

“Just, just, touching it, shouldn't, shouldn't wake him up, right?”

Stella swallowed a mouthful of saliva, throwing all her previous thoughts to the back of her mind, and controlled her hand to gently press against it.

Then, she gently stroked it.

“Umm, umm…”

Stella felt her blood boiling, and she was forcibly biting her lip, not letting herself make excited moans.

At the same time, she could feel the hardness and warmth of Makoto Haramura's chest.

“Thump, thump—”

Her heart was beating faster and faster, as if it was about to jump out of her throat, and her breathing became more and more difficult.

(I want more, I want to feel more.)

(I want to understand more about him through his body.)

The impulse of lust completely washed away Stella's reason, washing away what little rationality she had left. To put it more specifically, it was probably a loss of reason?

Completely letting go of her actions, but still moving gently and tiptoeing, she climbed onto Makoto Haramura's bed.

Trying to control the distance of her body and the range of her movements, not even letting the rubbing of clothes happen, Stella knelt and sat on Makoto Haramura's body.

The quilt had been completely lifted, and now she could see not only the half-naked chest.

The clothes rolled up on his abdomen also revealed half of Makoto Haramura's well-trained and shapely abs.

Stella's actions became bolder and bolder.

One hand was placed on Makoto Haramura's exposed chest, and the other hand was pressed on his exposed abs. Two white hands slowly wandered along the gap between the pajamas and the skin.

“This is a man's body, this is Makoto's body.”

Perhaps it was when Makoto first defeated her?

Perhaps it was when Makoto trusted her so much?

Or perhaps it was why he could make such delicious food?

She wasn't very clear herself when this man, the first to break into her life outside of her family, made her care about him so much.

But none of that mattered anymore. What mattered was that she had confirmed her feelings.

She had decided that she wanted to be with this man, wanted to be his lover, and wanted to walk into the hall of marriage with him.

(So, touching my future lover's body is not a problem.)

(Yes, there's no problem at all.)

Stella was justifying her behavior through self-imagination.

“Ha… ha…”

This completely unfamiliar experience had excited Stella to the extreme.

Her head also seemed to be running a high fever, becoming a mess, dizzy.

Like taking drugs, she felt that she couldn't stop at all.

“Ha…”

Her soft fingertips traced across the angular crevices of his abs.

Through the contact between skin and skin, she could clearly feel the effort Makoto had put into training this perfect body.

“Perhaps, that's why he's so amazing.”

“Even though he has such high talent, he never stops improving himself.”

Very naturally, without filtering through her language, she said this sentence.

But after saying it, Stella's ambiguous movements suddenly stopped.

“So, that's, how it is…”

At this moment, she finally understood why she cared so much about this man.

Admittedly, what she had just said were the points that made her curious about this man, or rather, the points that piqued her interest, but what completely made her fall was probably the fact that he was in a similar situation to her.

Although Makoto had never told her, she knew very well what it meant to bear such talent.

The surging lust, like a tide, rose quickly and receded just as quickly.

The completely lost reason had also returned.

“I'll go wash my face and clear my head.”

Still tiptoeing away from Makoto Haramura, she put on her shoes, and Stella went to the bathroom in a panic.

At this time, the person who Stella had identified as being asleep also directly opened his eyes.

“As expected, the dragon nature is inherently lewd, influenced by the dragon within.”

Makoto Haramura, who had been pretending to be asleep all this time, had a complicated expression.

In fact, he hadn't fallen asleep since last night; he had been pretending to be asleep.

Speaking of which, how could someone fall asleep in this environment, with someone tossing and turning on the upper bunk and someone groping your body? How bad would their vigilance have to be?

He was just thinking about what to do to stop this situation.

After all, this stimulation was too strong, especially for a virgin like him. It was an unspeakable stimulation. He had already raised his flag and stood at attention. If this continued, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself and would directly transform into a moonlit werewolf, devouring this naughty little dragon.

“But, how should I respond to her?”

…

Without a doubt, Stella is definitely a good girl.

Even though they had only met for a few days, Makoto Haramura dared to be so sure.

It was precisely because of this that he was always troubled in his heart.

If, in the first world, he and Misaka weren't already tacitly in love, then accepting Stella's love now wouldn't be a bad thing.

But the problem is, there's already a Misaka Mikoto waiting for him. Is this really okay for him?

He also knew very well that the best thing to do at this time was to unintentionally express that he already had a girl he liked.

Stopping the loss in time wouldn't cause Stella too much pain.

But he couldn't bear to.

Yes, he was very sure that he couldn't bear to.

From that day until now, three full days had passed. They spent every day together, training together in the morning, going to class together, going home together after school to eat dinner, and sleeping together at night.

He had countless opportunities to speak, to explain this matter.

But every time the words reached his lips, he swallowed them back.

He also couldn't bear to break off the relationship with this girl like this.

The second time this reaction occurred, he had already determined that he had also developed a trace of affection for this girl.

“Bang, bang, bang—”

Magic bullets shot out silently, while his right hand simultaneously waved his sword, drawing a crescent moon in the space in front of him.

(Could it be that my essence is actually a scumbag?)

A terrible thought suddenly appeared in Makoto Haramura's mind. He quickly shook his head, trying to shake this unreliable idea out of his brain.