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Chapter 18: Does It Look Good?
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Rikka Takarada felt her breathing tremble.
Her eyes seemed frozen in place, like invisible hands were holding them there, unable to look away from Kihara's figure no matter how hard she tried.
As the white foam slid down his body with the running water, disappearing into the drain, the final veil of concealment vanished.
"Mm…!"
A soft, embarrassed whimper escaped her lips.
Her hands clenched tightly onto the bedsheets, barely keeping herself from sliding off the bed.
Only now did she fully realize.
This was that famous one-way glass used in love hotels.
With a single switch, one could observe everything inside the bathroom…
…without being seen.
Kihara , of course, had no idea he was being watched.
After rinsing his hair, he turned to grab some body wash.
"Gulp…"
Rikka swallowed again.
Her throat felt dry, forcing her to repeat the motion again and again.
She knew this was wrong, but she couldn't stop.
To her, Kihara 's body was the perfect balance of strength and beauty. Not overly bulky, but naturally sculpted, every line proportionate and clean.
When he turned, the sharp curve of his waistline made her instinctively want to reach out and touch it.
"…!"
Quickly wiping the faint trace of drool from the corner of her lips, Rikka hesitated.
Then slowly slipped her hand beneath her skirt… and pulled out her phone.
With a mix of guilt and something far more dangerous, she snapped a few photos… and even recorded a short video.
The moment she finished.
she hurriedly turned off the switch.
The bathroom wall returned to normal.
She rushed to the window and pushed it open. Cool air flowed in, quickly cooling her burning cheeks.
"I-It's fine… I'm just keeping it for myself… I'd never share it!"
She nodded to herself, trying to justify what she had just done.
Right then—
the bathroom door opened.
Kihara stepped out, wearing a bathrobe, a towel draped casually over his shoulders.
"Last time it was you in a bathrobe… now it's my turn," he said with a cheerful grin.
"…Mm."
Rikka nodded, her movements a bit stiff as she walked over to the shelf and picked up a hairdryer.
"Dry your hair first."
"Thanks."
As Kihara dried his hair, they chatted.
Rikka explained that she had once worked as a model for the hair salon downstairs, Aoyama Salon—and that the hotel above belonged to the same owner.
Whenever she skipped school and didn't feel like going anywhere else, she'd occasionally rent a room here to spend the day lazily.
That's why she could get a room so easily.
Otherwise, two high school students renting a room together would definitely raise suspicion.
"I see… you were a model? That's impressive."
"I-It's nothing special," Rikka said, trying to suppress the small smile tugging at her lips. "Just some hairstyle photos."
Kihara was about to continue the conversation.
when he noticed something.
Her red socks… darker than usual.
Wet.
Without another word, he stood up.
"I'll be right back."
"Eh? Wait—don't go out dressed like that! What if Aoyama-san misunderstands?!"
But he was already gone.
Less than a minute later.
Kihara returned, carrying a wooden basin.
Rikka frowned. "What's that for?"
He answered as if it were obvious.
"To warm your feet. Your socks were soaked, right? Go sit on the bed—I'll get some hot water."
"…O-Okay."
Rikka sat at the edge of the bed, barefoot now.
As she watched him prepare the hot water, a strange uneasiness settled in her chest.
He was being so considerate…
…and just moments ago, she had been secretly taking pictures of him.
She shifted slightly, unable to sit still.
Kihara soon returned with steaming water.
Even before dipping her feet in, Rikka felt warmth spreading through her chest.
She lifted one leg slightly.
her toes, pale and delicate, lightly touched the surface of the water.
then quickly withdrew.
Turning her face away, she spoke slowly:
"Kihara … my feet are too cold. I… don't dare put them in."
"The water's a bit hot… so… can you help me?"
Kihara blinked.
Then nodded.
"Sure."
He stepped forward and crouched in front of her.
Under the soft lighting, her feet resting on the edge of the basin looked almost like a piece of art.
smooth skin, pale as snow, with a faint pink hue.
The gentle curve of her arch, the delicate toes…
Even through the rising steam, they seemed to glow softly.
Noticing his gaze, her toes curled slightly—an unspoken mix of embarrassment and anticipation.
But Kihara quickly pulled his gaze away.
Then he grabbed her feet.
And—
pushed them straight into the hot water.
"AAAAAAH!!!"
Rikka let out a scream that echoed through the room.
Her whole body jolted backward as if she'd been electrocuted—only her feet remained trapped in the basin.
"K-Kihara !!"
"Kihara , there's a saying—short pain is better than long pain."
"Your feet were freezing. It's better to warm them up quickly."
Rikka covered her face, tears welling up in her eyes, not entirely from the heat.
She had expected him to gently warm her feet first.
Maybe massage them a little, not this!
"I… really… have to thank you for that…"
"No need to thank me. Wait… why are you crying?"
At that moment, Rikka silently made a vow.
One day… I'm definitely getting revenge.
Meanwhile, Kihara was feeling rather proud of himself.
But as he looked up.
his gaze accidentally drifted.
…and froze.
The angle.
The position.
The glimpse beneath her skirt.
"…!"
A faint purple…?!
A surge of heat rushed straight to his head.
In his mind, he began chanting something like a sacred mantra:
If something benefits the dojo… then don't hesitate.
Trying to maintain a calm expression, he continued "appreciating" the view, completely forgetting that his hands were still holding her feet.
And slowly—
his fingers began to move.
Rikka's body stiffened.
Then gradually relaxed.
She knew what was happening.
She knew what he had seen.
But instead of stopping him.
she said nothing.
Pretending not to notice, she gently drew her legs closer together.
"Kihara … you can let go now."
"My feet feel much warmer."
"Got it."
Kihara stood up reluctantly, wiping his hands with a towel.
When their eyes met.
Rikka's face was completely flushed.
Then—
she suddenly asked:
"…Does it look good?"
"Yeah—wait… what??"
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Thank you for reading.
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Small announcement!
This is about a possible mass release and it all depends on you guys.
By the end of the week, based on the number of power stones, I'll release bonus chapters:
100 power stones → 3 bonus chapters
200 power stones → 5 bonus chapters
500 power stones → 7 bonus chapters
600–900 power stones → 9 bonus chapters
1000 power stones → 12 bonus chapters
So it's all up to you!
I'll check and update the results on Sunday (or Monday if I miss it).
Just so you know it's one time event, but I might bring this event back in the future if this event is a success.
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Thank you all for your support!