Who Can Resist Nakano Nino? [197]

Nino was shy and flustered; Yotsuba watched the chaos with glee.

Their little scene at the door soon caught the attention of Miku and Itsuki, who were busy checking out the new swimsuits they’d bought.

Only Ichika remained sprawled lazily on the sofa, indifferent to the commotion.

The damn system never cared about women, much less wasted time on trivial things.

So the instant Yotsuba slipped into the room while Nino wasn’t paying attention—with Itsuki close behind—the system immediately noticed a brand-new pink bikini laid out on the bed.

It still had the plastic wrap and tags attached. Nino had probably been hesitating since she bought it, too embarrassed to unwrap it.

“Ta-da~ Look, Shirase! This is the one Nino bought.” Itsuki struck a pose beside the bed, like a home-shopping host.

Yotsuba’s face flushed bright red as she watched, embarrassed but unable to look away.

“What are you two doing!”

Anger and embarrassment mixed on Nino’s face. She was about to chase them out when she caught sight of “Shirase” moving—and his target was clearly the sexy bikini lying on the bed!

Nino’s expression twisted in shock. He couldn’t possibly be doing that again… could he?

Then her worst fear came true.

Under the stunned gaze of the four girls, the system grabbed the package, turned, and bolted—leaving four dumbfounded faces staring at each other.

“What’s Shirase doing?” Itsuki asked blankly, looking at the now-empty bed.

“Shirase just stole Nino’s swimsuit!” Yotsuba blurted, cheeks blazing red.

Miku crossed her arms, disbelief written all over her face. “So the thing you mentioned last time—that Shirase stole Nino’s stockings—was actually true?”

Only Nino, the victim herself, stayed silent.

But calm she was not.

Her small fists clenched at her sides, her face so red it looked ready to burst.

Her heart pounded wildly as she thought, Again! Does this guy really have no self-control?

Last time it was my stockings.

This time, my swimsuit.

Next time, is he planning to steal me?

Nakano Nino stood frozen, her flushed face flickering between embarrassment and anger before settling on indecision.

“Nino, what should we do now?” Yotsuba asked cautiously, seeing her still rooted in place.

Itsuki hesitated, pulling out her phone. “Should I call Shirase and tell him to bring the swimsuit back?”

Normally, facing Nino made her feel guilty, but with a “major incident” unfolding, she had no energy left for that.

“My suggestion: take Yotsuba with you,” Miku said calmly. “That way he won’t run off when confronted.”

Three pairs of eyes turned to Nino. She took a deep breath and forced her voice to stay steady. “I’ll go talk to him myself.”

With that, she turned and left.

Yotsuba looked confused. “Shouldn’t we follow her?”

Instead of answering, Miku glanced at Itsuki.

“W-why are you looking at me? Nino said she’d handle it, so we shouldn’t interfere.” Itsuki turned her head awkwardly.

“Mhm.” Miku nodded, satisfied. She’d worried Itsuki might rush in and make things painfully awkward.

From what she’d seen of Shirase lately, there were only two possibilities for him suddenly barging in and stealing Nino’s new swimsuit:

One, they were shamelessly flirting.

Two, knowing how shy Nino was, Shirase had deliberately done it to lure her out—so they could spend some private time together.

In short, Shirase had set a trap to seduce Nino. Sweet moments like that weren’t meant for outsiders to see.

...

After returning home, Shirase finally regained control of his body.

Kojima Kana wasn’t home yet, so he stood alone, staring at the pink bikini in his hands, completely lost in thought.

Last time it was stockings. This time, a bikini. Was the next “prize” going to be kidnapping the girl herself?

He was completely screwed.

Fortunately, the target this time was Nakano Nino, so fixing things shouldn’t be too hard.

If it had been Ichika—or anyone else—it would’ve been a nightmare.

Not long after, someone knocked on the door. The rhythm was different from Kana’s.

“Looks like it’s Nino.”

Sure enough, when Shirase opened the door, there she was—Nakano Nino, face flushed, glaring at him with beautiful, furious eyes.

“Come in first,” Shirase said casually, stepping aside as if nothing had happened.

Nino froze at the doorway and snapped irritably, “Aren’t you going to explain yourself first?”

“I think you owe me an explanation,” Shirase shot back. “Why did you only send me pictures of two swimsuits but secretly kept the prettiest one for yourself?”

Nino faltered, her intimidating aura collapsing into flustered defensiveness. “I-I didn’t hide it on purpose…”

“Oh? So you were planning to show it to me privately later?”

“In your dreams!”

“If I could dream about you wearing this bikini, I’d gladly sleep forever.”

“…”

Unable to out-talk him, Nino pushed past him, slipped on the slippers, and stomped inside.

When she saw her bikini still sealed in its packaging, she visibly relaxed.

“What’s with that look?” Shirase appeared beside her. “Did you really think I’d use your stuff for something indecent?”

Nino turned away, mumbling, “Who knows? You’re a pervert after all.”

Shirase nodded calmly. “I’ll admit I’m a pervert—but I’m not that pathetic. If I wanted something, I’d come straight to you.”

“W-what are you saying!” Nino stammered, face flaming.

Shirase handed her the bikini. “Here, take it. And your stockings too—might as well return both.”

To his surprise, Nino didn’t reach out to take them.

Her cheeks glowed crimson, her heart pounding like a schoolgirl’s first crush. Her eyes shimmered, soft and trembling.

“You look kind of off,” Shirase remarked.

Avoiding his gaze, Nino’s voice grew small.
“Hey… are you really… at your limit?”

Shirase froze. Wait—wasn’t she supposed to be thinking of ways to punish me? Don’t tell me she’s actually—

Keeping a straight face, he said evenly, “Yeah.”

“…I knew it.”

Nino muttered under her breath, her face burning hotter. “When will Kana-nee be back?”

Was she seriously planning to take the lead here?

No way—how could he let her drive this?

Still, Shirase answered evenly, “Not sure. Usually before dinner.”

“Oh…”

Nino bit her lip, feeling her face—and heart—burning up.

And yet, no matter how she tried, her head was filled with embarrassing, vivid images she couldn’t shake.

Well… he is my boyfriend. It’s fine if I let him have something sweet once in a while, right?

Mhm, it’s totally normal to be sweet once in a while.

Nakano Nino thought so, took a deep breath, and gathered her courage. She forced herself to meet his gaze while stubbornly pretending nothing special was happening. “You’re free now, right? Then, like last time, help me with…”

“A massage?” Shirase guessed at once.

Nino nodded, her face flaming.

Her shy yet tempting look shed her usual “pure girl in bloom” vibe, wrapping her in the daring charm of a little vixen.

Even so, she wasn’t brave enough to follow Shirase into his bedroom.

They settled on the living room sofa.

Just as she prepared to lie down like before, Shirase spoke up. “Let’s do a more thorough one this time. You should actually experience my real massage skills—I’m a professional, after all.”

Nino assumed he was teasing. She lifted her head, ready to snap back, but froze when he added, “So this time, take off your jacket.”

She stared, words catching in her throat.

“You villain,” she muttered, slowly slipping out of her tracksuit jacket.

She lay on the sofa in a tight short-sleeve top, sunlight through the window tinting her cheeks a peach-blossom pink.

...

After the massage, Nakano Nino headed home.

She took the bikini with her.

As for her stockings, she didn’t.

“I’ll leave them as a reward for you.”

She said it boldly, blushing, then left.

The move blindsided Shirase. He stood in the doorway for a long moment, wondering whether the stockings themselves were the reward—or if he was supposed to reward himself with them somehow.

He didn’t dare jump to conclusions.

...

Saturday morning, Shirase left home around half past nine.

They’d agreed to meet at the seaside amusement park, so he took the train alone.

He could’ve joined the Nakanos, but yesterday’s massage scene wasn’t exactly child-friendly. And since Nino might still be too shy to face him so soon, he didn’t reach out beforehand.

When he arrived, five striking figures immediately caught his eye. Before he got close, Isshiki Iroha bounded over with a swim ring in her arms.

“You can rent swim rings at this shop! I checked—they’ve got the lowest rates!”

“Isshiki-san, that’s so thoughtful. You saved us some money. Thanks!” Nakano Ichika smiled, then quickly spotted Shirase. “You’re late!” She lifted a hand and waved.

Yotsuba followed with an enthusiastic wave.

The moment Nino saw him, her face went bright red. Clearly, yesterday’s massage had left a deep impression—

A “deep impression,” of course, meaning the kisses and caresses they’d both enjoyed.

Compared to Ichika and Yotsuba’s warm greetings, Miku and Itsuki were more reserved.

Even Isshiki Iroha, who usually got giddy when Shirase showed up, only gave him a gentle smile and stayed put.

Shy as she was, Nino still kept an eye on the little Tamamo-no-Mae beside her. Seeing her behave, Nino nodded in approval.

Of course, she didn’t know that after Hayama Hayato’s warning, Isshiki Iroha had learned to use that clever little head of hers with care.

Shirase walked up and greeted everyone. “Is everyone here?”

“Yukinoshita-san isn’t here yet,” Ichika said, checking the time. “She should be along soon. Let’s wait a bit.”

Shirase remembered something and said hesitantly, “Could she be lost?”

He clearly recalled that being one of Yukinoshita Yukino’s quirks.

“Yukinoshita-san, lost? Shirase, are you kidding?” Yotsuba looked unconvinced.

The others shared her skepticism.

Though half of them only had a general impression of Yukinoshita Yukino, none would casually badmouth her.

“I think it’s possible,” Shirase mused. “She claims to be perfect, but no one’s truly omnipotent. She might be wandering around right now, too proud and embarrassed to call us for help… Ow—who just knocked me on the head?!”

Before he could finish, a light tap landed on his head.

Then came that familiar voice. “I admit I’m late, but I’m not foolish enough to wander around as you suggest.”

Shirase had already caught her scent, so he didn’t dodge.

He turned to see Yukinoshita Yukino holding a neatly folded parasol, smiling serenely.

Today she wore a water-blue long dress, the hem covering even her calves, showing only a pair of snow-white feet in ladies’ sandals. In her hand was a panda-patterned bag—clearly a personal favorite rather than a brand statement.

“Do you think I live in primitive times? Even if I don’t know the way, I can call a taxi,” she retorted, smiling and not letting him get a word in. Head held high like a proud swan, she glided past him to greet the others.

Ichika glanced at the dress. “Your dress is really beautiful—especially on you.”

“Thank you for the compliment. I think so as well,” Yukino replied, accepting it with grace.

Nino pouted. When Shirase drifted closer, she whispered, “Why can she shamelessly praise her own beauty like that?”

Aren’t you the same? he thought. Just with extra steps.

But she was his girlfriend, so he didn’t say it. Instead, he murmured, “Probably a skewed self-perception that lets her reach that level of shamelessness.”

“Shirase-san, talking behind someone’s back is rude,” Yukinoshita Yukino’s voice floated over.

“I wasn’t behind your back—I said it openly.”

“That’s even ruder, isn’t it?”

“Alright, enough. Let’s head in—I can’t wait to swim.” Shirase changed the subject and shot Nino a meaningful wink.

Nino flushed, instantly getting it.

He just wants to help me put on sunscreen, huh?

It’s not like I’m going to say no.

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