Chapter 45: Summer Returns
The cool breeze gradually turned hot and stuffy.
Sakamoto Ken opened his eyes, sweat streaming down his body.
He lifted the quilt, and the hot air finally dissipated. The wind from the air conditioner blew onto his body, bringing a burst of coolness.
“Phew…” Sakamoto Ken let out a long breath.
But before he could finish exhaling, he froze completely.
Something was wrong. Just now, he had clearly been lying on the tatami in the room, planning to take a nap.
Now… where was this?
A spacious room, a soft large bed, and an air conditioner. The sunlight outside the window was blazing, clearly midsummer.
The key point was, why was he holding…
Haruna?!
Looking down, the girl was lying on her side, sleeping soundly.
Her body was slightly curled up, wearing only a black camisole nightgown as thin as a cicada’s wings.
One of the shoulder straps had slipped down, exposing her round and fair fragrant shoulder. The neckline of the nightgown was very low, rising and falling slightly with her steady breathing. She wasn’t wearing anything extra underneath, leaving that patch of skin completely exposed.
Her nose sniffed lightly, as if sensing something. Her moist lips moved subconsciously, and her long eyelashes trembled gently like butterfly wings, but she didn’t wake up. Her sleeping face looked utterly defenseless.
It would give someone the illusion that he could do anything to her right now.
He had just been holding her while sleeping. Sakamoto Ken could even smell a sweet fragrance like citrus mixed with milk.
Of course, it wasn’t any body scent; it was just the smell of shower gel from her house.
By the way… later on, this scent was one of the reasons he got exposed. Women’s noses are too sharp.
So Sakamoto Ken’s lesson was: when showering at another woman’s house, it’s best not to use her usual shower gel and shampoo. But in the previous life, he hadn’t had a chance to put it into practice before hitting game over.
Seeing the girl in front of him, Sakamoto Ken’s body reacted faster than his brain, raising the alarm first.
But the problem was, why her?
Sakamoto Ken looked around left and right, memories surging into his mind.
This was Haruna’s tower apartment in Chiyoda Ward, originally where she lived alone, but later he moved in for a while.
Mainly because Haruna wanted to catch him and urge him to update; she used handcuffs, whips, and various small props.
But he remembered that his drawing speed wasn’t fast back then; it was hard to even barely catch up with the weekly manuscript.
This guy used fluffy handcuffs to cuff his feet and the chair legs together, not allowing him to get up until he finished drawing. He even had to hold it in if he wanted to go to the toilet.
And what about her?
She would deliberately dress very coolly, sit beside him supervising, and like to rest her feet on his legs, very restless, making Sakamoto Ken unable to focus on drawing at all.
《Young Lady, sniper rifle, and pantyhose!》 This manga had many chapters drawn by him in such malicious creation environments; it was too tough.
Now Sakamoto Ken suddenly felt a bit worried. Could it be that he had transmigrated back again?
No way. He had just started making some progress sheep-wooling Tatsuki Fujimoto Sensei in 2015, and now you’re sending him back? Wouldn’t that mean stepping into the love triangle again?
If this were a game, reloading from the 2015 save point, Sakamoto Ken was fully confident he could clear it.
But once past a certain point in 2016, when he got embroiled, it turned into hell difficulty.
Sakamoto Ken pinched his face hard and actually felt pain, which made him panic a little.
He carefully lifted one side of the quilt and discovered he was completely naked.
He slowly got off the bed, wanting to check around the room and look at the situation outside.
This movement probably disturbed the girl.
She turned over, the nightgown wrapping around her body into alluring curves with the motion, then slowly opened her eyes.
Those slightly hazy eyes first scanned around blankly, and the next second, her gaze landed on Sakamoto Ken, who was pointing energetically at her.
Her pupils dilated slightly at first, then narrowed, like a cat curiously sizing up some novel toy.
Without any evasion, even with a hint of scrutiny, before finally shifting her gaze upward, meeting his eyes.
“Eh?”
Haruna let out a soft “eh,” then suddenly jolted fully awake, sitting up abruptly from the bed.
“You, you you, you…?!” Haruna pointed at Sakamoto Ken with wide eyes, stammering “you” several times, but the rest of her words stuck in her throat.
She clutched her chest and took several deep breaths, frowning as if thinking.
By then, Sakamoto Ken had picked up the clothes tossed at the foot of the bed, put them on, and gotten off the bed.
He scanned the room, his gaze ultimately returning to Mikazuki Haruna.
She was still staring wide-eyed, even glancing toward his waist, though he was dressed now.
Haruna looked left and right, her face full of doubt, muttering something softly.
“Sakamoto Ken?” She tried saying the name.
Sakamoto Ken’s gaze immediately returned to her face.
“It really is…” Mikazuki Haruna sized up Sakamoto Ken, muttering softly, “So handsome, exactly like in my memory.”
She patted her forehead, and the doubt on her face instantly turned into a certain… mischievous grin.
It seemed like she was having that dream again. These past nights, she had indeed often dreamed of those things.
However, this time felt especially real.
Mikazuki Haruna lifted the quilt and stood up directly on the bed.
As she stood, the nightgown unfurled like a black waterfall, draping down. The nightgown was very short, quite stylish, not a standard style, barely covering the most vital parts.
Her pair of fair and delicate feet stepped on the soft mattress, toes curling slightly to maintain balance, then she took steps forward to stand in front of Sakamoto Ken.
“I don’t know why, but…”
Haruna pursed her lips lightly, a hint of mischief in her brows and eyes. She grabbed the boy’s collar, tiptoed, and brought her small mouth to Sakamoto Ken’s ear.
“A Jian, we agreed on a nap, so why did you get up?”
Sakamoto Ken raised his hand to grip the girl’s hand in return, staring straight at her, his mind considering various possibilities.
If this was just a dream about the previous life, then nothing mattered; he could say or do anything.
But what if?
What if he had actually returned to some point in the previous life?
Then he had to watch his words and actions carefully…
Sakamoto Ken pondered for two seconds and said, “Suddenly remembered the manuscript isn’t finished yet; I need to go work on it.”
However, Mikazuki Haruna got even more excited.
All sorts of memories from that dream flooded her mind, overlaid with the sense of loss upon waking to find the spot beside her empty, stirring inexplicable emotions.
It was just a dream during a nap anyway.
Since the one in front of her was A Jian, that incredibly intimate A Jian from the dream.
Then…
Never mind all that.
She yanked Sakamoto Ken over, wrapped her arms around his neck, and clung to him.
“Forget the manuscript, come catch me~ “
