Chapter 84: A First Kiss That Tastes Like Candy

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As a father, the moment Toru Ito learned that his daughter was pregnant, a torrent of emotions—shock, bewilderment, even rage—surged through him. For a fleeting second, he was tempted to drive straight to Tokyo and drown that blond bastard who had twice gotten his daughter pregnant without so much as a wedding in Tokyo Bay.

Taking several deep breaths, Toru forced himself to calm down.

So far, there was only a single photo; he wasn’t sure if the pregnancy was real. If it turned out to be false, he would immediately send someone to fetch his daughter from Tokyo. If it was true...

Staring at the image on his phone, where his daughter’s belly showed a slight bump, Toru’s eyes flashed with helplessness. He silently pressed the dial button.

On the other side.

Seeing the unexpected call, Anhe and Nobue Ito exchanged glances. The latter blinked and took the phone, answering with a flourish.

“Moshi moshi~ Is this the esteemed father calling to send regards to his soon-to-be grandchild?”

Nobue teased as she shifted to lie on her side on the sofa, her fair feet resting squarely in Anhe’s lap, paying no mind to his indignant glare.

Unusually, Toru’s voice came through not in a roar, but in a steady, calm tone.

“Is the photo, and what you said, true?”

Surprised by her father’s sudden change, Nobue still played along.

“Of course. Should I send you tomorrow’s hospital test results as well?”

These days, forging test results was hardly a challenge.

Hearing this, Toru was silent for over a minute before his voice returned.

“Is that guy by your side? If so, can you let him take the call?”

“That guy?”

Nobue paused, then realized whom her father meant and looked to Anhe.

“Father wants you on the phone. Are you willing?”

Anhe hesitated momentarily, then nodded and took the phone.

Though two out of three things Nobue said were lies, Anhe didn’t mind playing along. After all, who knew when any of it might become true? Consider it a rehearsal.

With this thought, Anhe put the phone on speaker.

“Hello, father-in-law whom I have yet to meet. I am your daughter’s wall-breaker.”

“Pfft~”

Nobue burst out laughing, not expecting Anhe to say something so outrageous, with his latter remark clearly suggestive.

Toru was momentarily stunned on the other end but quickly recovered, his breath noticeably heavier.

“Hel-lo!”

The words squeezed from between clenched teeth made Anhe’s brow twitch, a bad feeling rising.

Sure enough, Toru’s voice came again.

“Since my daughter is already pregnant, find some time and come back with her to hold the wedding.”

Before Anhe could reply, Nobue jumped in.

“No way!”

She sat up, slid beside Anhe, and shouted at the phone, “I don’t want to get married this early!”

Toru chuckled self-deprecatingly, then spoke in a faint tone.

“Sakuri is already nine years old. Do you still think you’re young?”

“This...”

Nobue was speechless for a moment, feeling as though she’d shot herself in the foot.

“All right.”

Toru’s voice resumed, this time grave.

“Find a time. You two come back and hold the wedding. If you refuse, trust me—I’ll cut off all your financial support.”

Her father’s stern tone made Nobue shudder. She knew this was his serious voice and immediately tried to appeal emotionally.

“How could you do this? Are you willing to watch your adorable granddaughter and unborn grandson starve with your daughter in Tokyo?”

When Nobue finished her breathless plea, Toru’s voice floated back, cold.

“It doesn’t matter anymore. Your mother and I are still young. Worst case, we’ll just make a new account.”

With that, the call ended.

Staring at the phone’s “beep beep” tone, the two in the room exchanged glances.

“What do we do next?” Anhe asked.

“We go, of course. Didn’t you just say you wanted me?”

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Nobue replied casually, hooking Anhe’s chin with her finger, lifting it. Her slender fingers gently caressed him, a sly smile on her lips as she continued, “What, is someone having second thoughts now?”

Anhe felt a ticklish sensation on his face, a bit uncomfortable, but didn’t resist. He shook his head and spoke earnestly.

“All right. When do we leave?”

Hearing this, Nobue’s fingers paused abruptly, her expression startled as she looked at Anhe, who met her gaze without the slightest evasion.

After a long moment, Nobue sighed softly.

“Now I finally understand why so many girls in class like you.”

Anhe raised a brow. Ever since their school trip, he had indeed received a number of love letters in his desk. Curious, he asked, “Why?”

“Because Anhe is a gentle scoundrel.”

While speaking, Nobue pulled an Alpenliebe candy from her pocket, unwrapped it, then held it between her fingers and pressed it to Anhe’s lips, continuing.

“After all, what boy carries lollipops with him? Wouldn’t you say?”

I do! Not only lollipops, but I also have last night’s soaked panties from Sawu Amamiya and black stockings stripped from Nadeshiko Kurorai!

Although he thought this, Anhe dared not say it aloud. He opened his mouth with an “ah,” taking Nobue’s fingers and the candy into his mouth.

Nobue was a little surprised but didn’t withdraw her hand, watching him with keen interest.

Her fingers were slender and smooth, like two chocolate sticks glazed with cream.

Anhe alternately nibbled gently and then teased with his tongue, until Nobue’s cheeks flushed crimson and she quickly withdrew her hand.

Her fingers were damp, glistening under the light.

“You... Aren’t you worried I didn’t wash my hands after the bathroom?”

Nobue muttered, glanced around, saw the tissues on the table but couldn’t be bothered to get up, so she wiped her fingers vigorously on Anhe’s shirt hem.

“Does the teacher wash her hands after the bathroom?”

Anhe chuckled, following up.

Nobue just rolled her eyes, leaned back on the sofa, and said nothing. Her meaning was clear.

With no topic, silence fell over the living room.

Nobue was wearing ultra-short hot pants today, covering about half her thighs. When she moved to answer the call earlier, her hips shifted closer to Anhe, so her feet had swapped places with his lap, and her exposed thigh now rested right where Anhe’s hand was.

Such an opportunity was too good to pass up.

Thus...

Feeling the touch of her thigh under his hand, Nobue, resting with her eyes closed and hand cradling her head, only raised a brow but did not stop him.

During their school trip, she’d already been touched all over. Letting him get a little more was nothing.

[She didn’t resist? Of course—she must fear your silver might. Last time, you didn’t get to taste the forty-degree Sawu Amamiya, and you regret it. Why not seize the chance while she’s weak and send the ‘Heavenly Dragon’ to breach the ‘city gates’?]

The sudden narrator’s voice made Anhe’s wandering hand pause mid-motion.

He glanced at Nobue, eyes closed, arms open, as though inviting him. For a moment, Anhe’s heart wavered.

He shook his head, banishing the dangerous idea.

Nobue’s favorability was only seventy-three. Not low, but not enough for her to willingly offer herself.

Anhe knew well to be content, so he withdrew his hand without hesitation and pressed it atop the snowy peaks.

Soft as silken tofu!

In an instant, Anhe’s five fingers sank, drawing a conclusion.

Nobue was bare underneath.

Looking closely, he could even vaguely see a blush.

Unable to help himself, Anhe’s fingers began to move.

Like playing the piano, each finger pressed with force, a white key sinking beneath.

Gradually, the piano began to produce beautiful music.

Soon, Nobue couldn’t take the stimulation, opened her eyes—her cheeks blazing—slapped away the five mountaineers still reluctant to leave the snowy peaks, glared fiercely at Anhe.

“You! Don’t push your luck.”

“Heh, I thought you’d fallen asleep.”

Anhe withdrew his hand, grinning sheepishly. “I thought you’d fallen asleep.”

Nobue rolled her eyes in response.

“No one falls asleep that fast. Besides, do you think you can do whatever you want once I’m asleep?”

“But during the school trip...”

Feeling Nobue’s predatory gaze, Anhe swallowed the rest of his words, instead placing his hand on her thigh again and smiling, “Well, at least let me massage your legs?”

This time, Nobue didn’t refuse, just snorted and closed her eyes again.

With permission, Anhe, the pianist, resumed his performance.

Unlike the snowy peaks, this piano was much larger. His fingers pressed, the white keys still yielding easily, but without the silken tofu softness.

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It was more like firm jelly.

Still, the sensation was delightful.

Outside, the winter sun gradually streamed through the window, bathing the two on the sofa in golden light.

The sunlight warmed their bodies, and before long, Nobue felt drowsy.

She opened her eyes and saw Anhe still contentedly kneading her legs, the sunset gilding his face with a gentle filter.

Gradually, Nobue found herself entranced, recalling the scene of their first conversation.

Raised in the strict household rules of the Ito family, she had, at some point, developed a rebellious streak.

She enjoyed defying her parents; only then would they turn their gaze from their heavy workloads to her.

She liked smoking, because it was her father’s favorite pastime. After countless futile admonitions, she decided to smoke herself.

It worked instantly—her father quit smoking at once.

Yet, under the pressure of marriage talks, shrine management, and priestess rituals, she couldn’t shake the habit.

Eventually, her parents gave up on controlling her, even the so-called “fiancé” she’d never met said things like “Miss Ito must look especially cool when she smokes.”

But that day, after school, Anhe snatched her cigarette away.

The candy he unwrapped and pressed into her mouth—thinking of it now, Nobue could still taste the rich, milky sweetness.

Thick and sweet.

“If only I’d been born ten years later.”

The thought startled her, flushing her cheeks.

Before she could ponder further, her lips were suddenly met by a moist, soft sensation.

“Mmm~”

Nobue gasped, looking up to meet Anhe’s bright, black eyes.

She tried to resist, but something sweet entered her mouth.

Candy.

Realizing this, Nobue slowly lowered her raised hand, hesitated, then wrapped her arms around Anhe’s neck from behind, responding awkwardly, inexperienced.

During the school trip, Anhe had wanted to kiss her, but Nobue always blocked him with her hand.

After a while, they separated, the candy returned to Anhe’s mouth.

Looking at the panting, blushing Nobue, her eyes misty with emotion, Anhe couldn’t help but lick his lips.

Noticing his gaze, Nobue blushed even deeper, turned her head away and spoke quietly.

“That was my first kiss.”

Anhe blinked, reached out to touch her cheek, and smiled.

“Your first kiss tastes like candy.”

“What about you? What was the taste of your first kiss?”

Nobue suddenly turned, locking eyes with Anhe, pressing further, “You’re so practiced—I bet you’ve kissed lots of girls. Let me guess.”

She placed her hand on her chin, pretending to think.

“Hmm... Was it Reina Serizawa? No, you haven’t known her as long as me. Maybe Keiko Kitajima? I remember she liked you, right?”

“It was Sawu Amamiya.”

Anhe’s sudden reply stunned Nobue. After searching her memory, she recalled the girl who’d joined them last time to pick up Sakuri Kurorai.

“It’s her? She’s cute, pretty, has a great figure—a good wife candidate, and her personality...”

Nobue commented thoughtfully, but noticed Anhe remained silent.

She turned to find him gazing at her intently.

They stared at each other.

For some reason, Nobue’s heart raced. Just as she was about to break the silence, Anhe spoke.

“Miss Ito Nobue, will you be my girlfriend?”

“Huh?”

Nobue gaped, then burst out laughing.

“Do you realize what you’re saying?”

“Of course.”

Anhe nodded, leaned in, his face close to hers, and continued, “I’m saying I want to go home with Miss Ito, and hold the wedding your father spoke of.”

Before she could reply, he silenced her.

“Mmm~~”

(End of chapter)

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