Stealing Spree

Chapter 2953: Kiss me like you mean it

Meanwhile, Yae gave a meaningful smile as she tightened her grip on my arm.

Like this, we kept walking until we reached the other end of that deserted alley. This was as far as we could go for a short detour. After all, I still didn’t want to delay them so much that they’d be marked late.

Taking advantage of the alley’s quiet stretch, I didn’t let go of Ohori-senpai’s waist. Instead, I pulled her slightly closer, closing the gap between us.

"Onoda-kun, what are you trying to do?" The girl breathlessly whispered as her composure seemed to be fracturing. Her body tensed up like a string tuned too high. Because of that, I had to sink my fingers a bit into her waist, pressing into her softness.

It was quite successful though. She eventually loosened up but she looked up at me with a pout, seemingly wanting to scold me. However, with Yae on my other side, she couldn’t bring herself to do so.

My lips curved up slightly, "Haven’t you noticed, senpai? Someone has been following us since we left the station."

That’s right. I noticed that and I was certain Yae also noticed it too, otherwise, she’d prefer to be alone with me rather than let Ohori-senpai join us. This was a rare time after all.

As for who that was... I didn’t really need to guess since their intense gaze seemed to be alternating between Ohori-senpai and me.

"Huh?"

Although confused at first, Ohori-senpai immediately picked up on what I meant. Slowly, she glanced behind her, and a sudden spark of anxiety flashed on her face.

"Relax, senpai. Pretend you didn’t notice him. Also... lean closer." I leaned close to her ear and whispered. At the same time, I pulled her even closer, enough that her side pressed against me.

Aside from the alluring curve of her waist that my hand grasped tightly, her soft chest pressed against my arm, creating a heat that seeped through our clothes. At the same time, she couldn’t help but twist her body towards me, which made it look more intimate than just a simple lean.

With one of her hands pressed against my chest, Ohori-senpai looked like a girl caught in a passionate embrace. From the perspective of anyone watching from behind us, it would definitely look like a deliberate act of affection rather than a tactical maneuver.

Furthermore, Yae, who didn’t want to be outdone, did the same.

Now, instead of appearing as though we were just walking together, the two of them pressing against me like this created a scene of overwhelming intimacy. Yae practically melted into my side, her head resting on my shoulder while her arm wound tightly around mine. Between Yae’s blatant affection and Ohori-senpai’s flustered, leaning posture, any observer would start guessing what exactly was happening here.

As for whether this would deal some damage to that cuck’s deranged fantasy, I was reasonably sure the answer was yes. There is a specific kind of psychological blow that comes from seeing that the girl who he believed was just acting to feed into his delusion was actually being held by another man in a way that felt genuine, instinctive, and desired.

"Onoda-kun, this is... too much." Ohori-senpai was trembling slightly but not because of nervousness. Instead, she was feeling awkward. And perhaps a little apprehensive that Yae would get the wrong idea about our relationship.

"Karin-senpai, don’t mind me. Sweetie is helping you out, isn’t he?" Yae teasingly smiled, her voice laced with a confidence that only someone completely secure in their partner’s affection could project.

Clearly, she wasn’t just playing along. She’s treating Ohori-senpai’s flustered state as a delightful addition to the morning.

I glanced at the girl, finding the familiar expression she sometimes had whenever I would ask her for help in securing my target back then.

I guess this is making her relive that time, huh? But it’s strange... she shouldn’t be feeling happy about that, right?

Ah. Forget it. It must be along the lines of ’being glad to help me’, no matter how twisted that was.

In a way, she was just as much of a martyr as Ohori-senpai before the girl got her eyes opened about her cuck ex-boyfriend’s tendency.

Ohori-senpai didn’t know how to respond. She just shifted her eyes to me, waiting for how I would respond.

"Let’s do that plan, senpai. Since he wouldn’t believe you that you’re truly done with him, ignore him completely while we act like a true couple."

Truthfully, it sounded like it was also going to feed into his fantasies but if Ohori-senpai paid him no attention while she was actively being affectionate and intimate with me, the cognitive dissonance would eventually break his delusions.

The logic was simple: replace his fantasy of control with a reality of exclusion. If Ohori-senpai merely ignored him, he could frame it as her attempt to make it more realistic. But if she were visibly and instinctively drawn to me like how Yae was, the gap between his delusion and the truth would become a chasm he couldn’t bridge.

Ohori-senpai became silent for a while. Her mind was processing my words. I didn’t rush her but our pace slowed down. At this point, we were still only a third of the way to the end of the alley. Even if someone from that main road leading to their school peeked as they passed by, they wouldn’t see anything clearly.

That cuck hiding somewhere behind us, observing our interactions, was our only audience. I could almost feel his gaze burning into the back of my neck, fueled by a mixture of possessiveness and a twisted sense of excitement. But the goal wasn’t to excite him. It was to break his delusions.

Even if it’s only a bit, we should strive for progress. Otherwise, he’d keep pestering this girl.

"Sweetie, I haven’t gotten a kiss from you yet. Give me one while Karin-senpai thinks about your offer," Yae whispered as she tugged the arm she was clinging to, dragging us to the same secluded spot Fuyu and I had occupied earlier.

"Alright, come here." Without letting go of the girl on my right, I had Yae step to my front. As one of her arms hooked around my neck, she tiptoed, her eyes fluttering shut in anticipation. I didn’t hesitate, leaning in to capture her lips in a deep, slow kiss.

Yae let out a soft, muffled hum of contentment, pressing her body against mine to maximize the contact while also ignoring Ohori-senpai.

Beside us, the girl seemed to have gotten out of her trance. At this distance, her eyes perfectly captured the scene -- my arm still firmly wrapped around her waist while Yae initiated a deep and passionate kiss. Not only that, but my other arm also wrapped tightly around Yae.

If not for me holding Ohori-senpai on my other side, I would’ve been solely focused on Yae’s demand for affection.

A whole minute passed like this. The kiss wasn’t just pressing our lips together. Our tongues also fought a battle that bordered on desperate, reflecting how much Yae had missed me.

As the air grew thin, Yae finally pulled away, her lips slightly swollen and a dazed expression on her face.

"Mhm. I love it," She whispered, her voice filled with satisfaction.

I turned my attention back to Ohori-senpai. She was staring at us, her breath coming in short bursts. The sight of that kiss had done more than just unsettle her. Probably, it sparked a flicker of something else.

After all, this wasn’t the first time she had seen me being intimate with someone. Last Sunday, she was there when Aoi and Ria demanded my attention, and the memory seemed to be flickering in her eyes.

She stared at my lips, still glistening from Yae’s attention, then back to my eyes, her own gaze softening slightly as she bit her lower lip.

Sensing her hesitation, Yae returned to her previous position before saying with a mischievous smile, "Your turn, Karin-senpai."

An imperceptible smirk played on my lips as I checked the direction we came from and confirmed that the shadow of the ex-boyfriend was still lingering, likely watching us intently, wondering when it would be Ohori-senpai’s turn.

He was definitely still waiting for the gratifying sensation of having his fetish realized.

A mentally sick pervert indeed.

But who cares about him, right? At this point, it was all up to Ohori-senpai. If her act wasn’t convincing enough, it would not only fail to break the ex-boyfriend’s delusion but also make him look forward to the next ’performance’.

Of course, a part of me, the one that signified my desire for Ohori-senpai, was also quite excited.

Even after what happened last night with Futaba, here I am again, setting my sights on another girl.

What a sick bastard.

"... Un. It’s my turn, Onoda-kun." With her expression stabilizing into something a bit more daring, Ohori-senpai steeled her gaze and looked up at me. Then, her hand on my chest climbed higher, her fingers gripping my collar to pull me down toward her. "You haven’t kissed me yet... Will you kiss me like you mean it?"