Band Girls’ Mixology Mission [175]

“Can you see what's different about me today?”

This question, handed down through human history, was truly a classic, alongside two others:
“What do you like about me?” and “If your dad and I fell into water at the same time, who would you save first?”

Together, these three formed the legendary nightmare trio, posed unexpectedly by one’s romantic partner.

Fortunately, leaving aside “what do you like about me,” if Kyo had asked Sakiko the last question—then for Sakiko, the answer couldn’t be simpler.

If Kikukawa Kyo fell into a body of water deep enough that her toes couldn’t touch the bottom, she certainly wouldn’t need anyone to save her. She’d be delighted just to stay there for a while longer.

The only potential worry was that if Kyo lingered too long, she might refuse to come back on land at all, requiring a forceful tug to drag her out.

Even supposing, for argument’s sake, Kyo unusually called out desperately for help after falling into water, if Sakiko had to choose between rescuing Kyo and her lazy, beer-hugging drunkard of a father, Sakiko wouldn’t mind letting the old bastard soak in the water a little longer—just to clear his head.

Unfortunately, what Kyo asked Sakiko now was one of the other two deadly questions.

Even for Sakiko—the genius ojou-sama from the Togawa family, the diligent part-time worker, the precise girl who could calculate how to split a single yen perfectly to survive the week at minimal cost—when suddenly faced with this question, hesitation was inevitable.

Swiftly yet politely, Sakiko scanned Kyo from head to toe.

Clothes… The standard, ordinary school uniform. Kyo still refused to properly wear that small vest, but given the weather lately, more and more students had similarly abandoned that sweat-inducing garment, leaving the campus filled with bright scenes of youthful beauty.

It wasn’t this. Sakiko’s gaze quickly skimmed past Kyo’s chest, lingering imperceptibly for a fraction of a second before moving to the next possible spot.

Hair accessories? Nope. Kyo’s appearance always lacked any flashy adornments, clean and simple like pure water, giving an impression of crisp freshness. Though sometimes Sakiko secretly thought Kyo’s slender white wrists or the area around her neck and collarbone might look lovely with certain delicate accessories, creating a totally different, intriguing sensation.

Then, makeup? Did Kyo even wear makeup? Again, Sakiko found nothing different. She instinctively glanced first at Kyo’s slightly tinted, overly-moist lips, then upward toward cheeks, eyes, and eyelashes—all unchanged from before.

Just as always—perfect and uniquely beautiful.

Now Sakiko had to consider the possibility that Kyo might be teasing her on purpose…

Eh, wait.

As her gaze shifted upward while examining makeup, Sakiko suddenly noticed a few extremely tiny droplets of water clinging delicately to several strands of hair near Kyo’s forehead.

Calling them droplets might exaggerate their size. They were smaller, far smaller, almost reduced to just a damp impression.

A trace of water that would go completely unnoticed on any ordinary person, but on Kikukawa Kyo, it vividly rendered the essence of moisture.

These delicate, faint traces were clearly different from the large, full droplets Kyo usually left after washing her face or hands—certainly not the result of merely splashing water directly onto her face.

Could this be it?

With a preliminary guess in mind, Sakiko quickly redirected her eyes toward Kyo once again. Helpfully, Kyo straightened up a bit, proudly showing off herself clearly to Sakiko.

Sure enough, Sakiko now noticed subtle damp marks on Kyo’s collar, tiny hairs clustered together on her earlobes due to slight moisture…

All these small, trivial details blended together, gently sprinkled across Kyo’s body. Like Sakiko’s overall impression of Kyo, water was truly her most effective seasoning. Applied with the right touch, it could make Kyo even more irresistible—like a completely natural cosmetic.

Today, these small, delicate touches brushed Sakiko’s heart like feathers—far more torturous than any straightforward drenching had been.

It was only at a moment like this—when the two of them were face-to-face, close enough to sense each other’s moist breath—that Sakiko could fully experience Kyo’s true charm.

“Is it…the water…?” Sakiko answered somewhat with difficulty.

“Correct~” Kyo tilted her head slightly, blinking playfully. A tiny droplet fell loose from her eyelashes, scattering off to some unknown place.

Sakiko felt something inside herself moisten in response.

Then Kyo took a small object from her pocket. It was a miniature spray bottle—something familiar to children who couldn’t afford water guns. This tiny handheld thing was an ideal substitute, used as a close-range, high-powered shotgun of mist, mercilessly smothering unsuspecting faces.

“All I need is this tiny little thing to feel so much more comfortable.”

As if to demonstrate, Kyo tilted her head back, clearly revealing her defined jawline, aimed the little spray bottle at herself, and gently pressed down. Mist sprayed softly across her collarbone.

Not too wet, just enough moisture—a small toy for children, but truly a miraculous treasure for Kikukawa Kyo.

“Hehe, Sakiko, want to try it? It feels really nice.”

Kyo cheerfully invited Sakiko to try it out.

Sakiko didn’t seem to have any proper excuse to refuse, murmuring a quiet “mm.” However, Kyo clearly had no intention of handing the spray over—instead, she eagerly eyed Sakiko, planning to personally moisten her herself.

“Don’t spray anywhere too noticeable; we still have morning self-study later.”
Being stared at so directly by Kyo made Sakiko nervous, so she issued a mild warning. Naturally, Kyo waved it off casually—clearly not paying any real attention.

Fsst—fsst… Kyo didn’t hesitate much longer and quickly sprang into action. A gentle mist sprayed from the tiny nozzle, softly caressing, tingling pleasantly as it landed…

Unevenly coating Sakiko’s lips, perfectly easing the subtle dryness that had lingered since earlier—a faint thirst she hadn’t even consciously noticed.

Then it lightly brushed Sakiko’s earlobes, eyebrows, collar…

“All done! Now Sakiko, you're just like me. Doesn’t that feel so much cooler?”

“Mm…” Sakiko murmured, somewhat dazed, a sudden realization striking her:

So Kyo-chan’s lips were already misted with water earlier, too…

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