Stealing Spree

Chapter 2963: Secretly Romantic

Hearing her idea, I couldn’t help but chuckle. That was interesting.

"Good. You’re all mine." I said, giving her waist a squeeze before eventually hooking my arm around her.

"Possessive bastard." Izumi spat as she pinched my arm but did nothing to stop me from holding her more intimately.

Taking the initiative for the second time, she tiptoed in for a kiss more demanding than the first, as if to reassure me and ease my worry.

"Mhm. Don’t forget. I’m also shameless and greedy."

Izumi rolled her eyes, knowing there was no point in refuting me anymore. My shamelessness would just stump her. Instead, she focused on our kiss, her tongue actively entangling with mine as if she wanted to tie them into a knot.

In the end, the kiss extended until we ran out of breath. When our lips and tongues separated, the girl hatefully glared at me, which deliciously contrasted with the thin string of our saliva and her deep crimson face.

"And you made us all fall for you. Ugh. You’re lucky we tolerate your greed."

"Otherwise? Your fates are all sealed once I set my eyes on you.” I pinched her cheek until her lips turned into a pout. Then I continued with a hint of melancholy in my voice, “Will you leave me if you can’t stop tolerating my greed anymore?"

My words and perhaps the tone of my voice seemed to trigger her. She clicked her tongue and hit my chest.

"No. Leave you? That’s letting you off easy. We’ll bury you so we won’t have to worry about you picking up more girls in the future."

"Heh. We? You finally warmed up fully to the idea of sharing with everyone, huh? Now I like that plan. It’s a fitting retribution for the sinful me."

"Shut up, idiot..." Izumi huffed, her eyes showing a hint of helplessness.

If I wasn’t wrong, she didn’t like what I said at all. Or specifically, the way I just accepted it. She was definitely hoping for me to act more shamelessly and sprinkle a few lies instead of directly answering honestly.

For example, my answer should’ve been along the lines of taking them all with me in the pit so that I won’t be lonely six feet underground.

That would’ve made her laugh.

Anyway, to say she didn’t mind the other girls anymore is going to be a lie. She still minded them. However, knowing that changing my mind would be more difficult than making Ogawa look at her, she simply gave up.

For the next five minutes, our conversation returned to that request and the idea she came up with.

Since she seemed to have gotten inspired by me, she asked my opinion about it.

And so I detailed to her how she could make it look like she was taking the request seriously without losing out at all.

First. If their intention is truly to take the place of their female managers in helping out during their practice, they should do just that by preparing what they need at their expense and without being ordered.

Second. Although Izumi’s idea of being a training supervisor is brilliant, they’ll probably not be able to accept it. After all, they have coaches and they believe they don’t need anyone else to tell them what they need to do to improve. For the regulars of the soccer club, they’re just eye candy to motivate them. And that’s why I told them to wear their tracksuits that could cover most of their skin and wear a face mask.

Third. Cutting down their requested days of support. If it’s ten days over the entirety of the summer break, I suggested only coming on specific days like Fridays and Saturdays. With only two weeks being Saturdays. That will drop to at most six days in total.

Fourth. The compensation was actually smart of them. Because by bringing it up themselves, the request sounded more legitimate. But I told Izumi not to accept it at all. After all, the Student Support Club had never accepted a payment for their services. If that became a precedent, more absurd requests might follow. Not just from the Soccer Club but also from the other clubs or even individuals.

At each point I made, Izumi’s eyes brightened further. And when I was done, she almost pushed me down the floor. Luckily, my footing was stable enough to just catch her and hoist her up in my arms.

“Put me down, cheeky and perverted bastard.”

“Nope. Even though I solved your troubles, I still haven’t pampered you, have I? Tell me... do you miss me?”

“Hmph! I won’t answer that.”

“Oh? Then I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Y-you... you’re really shameless.” She let out an exasperated sigh but a moment later, she still latched tightly onto me, her arms crossing behind my head.

But then, a thin, almost inaudible whisper rang in my ears. “Ruki... I love you.”

Heh. Look. My Izumi can also be sweet. If Arisa heard her, she’d definitely tease this girl until Izumi had no other choice but to burrow further into my embrace.

“Now I can die happy,” I said before shamelessly running my hand across her back and eventually cupping her supple bottom.

Not long after, I felt my earlobe getting clasped between her teeth. Her warm breath flowed into my ear, making me shiver all over.

“See? I’m more unreasonable than you, am I not?”

“Shut up and pamper me...”

“How do you want to be pampered?”

“... I’m not answering that.”

“Got it. You ordered the full package of pampering that will end only after I filled you with my–”

“Y-you! What are you saying?”

“--love. Girl, I haven’t finished yet. Did you just assume I would say something different?”

“Ugh. I hate you, shameless junior!”

I laughed before bringing her onto the table. After carefully sitting her there, my lips found hers as we continued our conversation about that request in between deep, lingering kisses. Izumi’s initial resistance had completely melted away, replaced by a soft, needy rhythm that showed how much she had missed me.

Before long, her uniform had been pried open by me, her bra pulled up as her not-so-abundant bosom became revealed for my eyes to feast upon.

Izumi watched as my pampering went lower, one of her hands landing on top of my head, not to guide me but just to hold onto me as I made my way down.

First, my tongue traced a path from her collarbone down to the valley between her breasts, eliciting a sharp, shaky intake of breath from her. Next, I paid particular attention to the twin peaks that had been begging for my touch, my mouth clasping around one while my hand worked the other.

Izumi could only bite her finger to keep her voice from coming out. Nevertheless, she kept her eyes on me. Following my journey downward, her gaze flickered with a mixture of anticipation and a lingering, playful defiance.

As my hand slid beneath her skirt, Izumi let out a soft, fragmented moan.

The cool air of the clubroom contrasted sharply with the heat radiating from her skin. I didn’t rush. I took my time exploring the softness of her thighs, savoring the way she trembled under my touch.

Then, after thoroughly ravaging her sensitive peaks, I moved further down, placing my head between her legs.

Before diving in, I looked up to see Izumi’s expression. She was biting her lower lip, her eyes hazy with a mixture of longing and that stubborn pride she always carried. Yet, at this very moment, she carried that intoxicating allure of a woman completely entrusting herself to her beloved.

"Mhm. Remember to stop me, Izumi. Otherwise... I might not be able to hold back anymore. My desire for you is no less than my desire for everyone else."

Upon hearing that, her face turned even redder, as if she was about to explode. Sure enough, she had thought of it already. It’s just that... she couldn’t bring herself to say it, even though she knew Arisa and the other girls around her had already done it with me.

I guess she’s also holding on to the idea that I prefer to make her first time special. She’s secretly romantic. She probably wasn’t even aware of it.