Vol. 2 Chapter 60 – Fetish (1)

“M-My stomach…? You mean… this stomach…?” (Hikaru)

Hikaru placed both hands on her thin shirt and asked, and Reiya nodded, looking slightly awkward.

“You’re put off, aren’t you…?” (Reiya)

“N-Not put off, but… I was just wondering why my stomach…” (Hikaru)

They had confessed to each other, been confessed to, and become a couple. She had foreseen that in such a relationship, the time would naturally come when they would touch various parts of each other’s bodies. In fact, the two of them had already touched many times and even shared kisses. However, having the focus solely on her abdomen was outside her range of expectations.

“If you ask me why… it’s hard to put into words, but I just felt like I wanted to touch it…” (Reiya)

Reiya uttered dubious words that didn’t quite answer the question. Why had he suddenly voiced such a request? To unravel something even he himself didn’t understand, it’s necessary to rewind time by one minute.

‘R-Reiya-kun…! Could it be that… you have something you want to say to me…?’ (Hikaru)

When she put down her controller and turned towards him.

‘Yeah, anything! Because usually, I’m the one on the receiving end!’ (Hikaru)

And also, when she tried to accept him with overflowing affection. It had actually been visible. From the hem of her shirt, which was a little shorter than usual, her firm, white stomach.

Furthermore, today wasn’t the first time he had become conscious of it. About three months ago, the day Asahi Hikaru first visited this room. When she, sitting on his bed and holding the controller just like now, had raised both arms in victory after a life-or-death battle with a boss, he had also witnessed the exposure of her abdomen. In short, Kageyama Reiya had been awakened to a stomach fetish at that very moment.

“You want to touch it… that much…? My stomach…” (Hikaru)

To Hikaru’s embarrassed question, Reiya nodded deeply with a serious expression.

“Well then… I guess it’s okay…” (Hikaru)

Although there was still some bewilderment, the happiness of being desired by the person she liked won out. Hikaru twisted her upper body slightly, turning her front towards him.

“Uhm… How should I touch it…?” (Reiya)

“W-Well, asking me that kind of puts me on the spot…” (Hikaru)

“Oh-Oh, right… Then, what should I do…” (Reiya)

“Why don’t you just touch it however you like…? Reiya-kun’s…” (Hikaru)

Hikaru averted her gaze diagonally downwards and said shyly.

“Then, if you insist…” (Reiya)

Having received permission to do as he pleased, Reiya reverently reached out with both hands and grasped the hem of her shirt.

“Eh!? Y-You’re going to touch it directly…!?” (Hikaru)

Hikaru hurriedly pressed down on the shirt that was about to be lifted.

“W-Was that not okay…?” (Reiya)

“It’s not that it’s not okay, but… I thought you meant over my clothes…” (Hikaru)

Reiya still kept his grip on the hem of her clothes. I want to touch it directly. I want to touch it directly. I want to touch it directly.

ONAKA IS WIN.

With a gaze practically leaking his fetishistic desire, he stared into Hikaru’s eyes.

“Geez… You’re impossible…” (Hikaru)

Letting out a big sigh, yet somehow looking pleased, Hikaru relaxed her hands. Conversely, Reiya put strength into his and lifted her shirt about ten centimeters. The white skin and well-shaped navel he had dreamed of countless times since they first spent time together in this room were exposed. Moreover, this time it wasn’t just a fleeting glimpse; he was given time to observe it to his heart’s content… down to the finest detail.

“Ah, I’d rather you didn’t stare so intently… I just ate, so it might be a little pudgy…” (Hikaru)

“No… not at all… It’s incredibly beautiful and cute…” (Reiya)

“Uuu~…!” (Hikaru)

At Reiya’s honest comment, which slipped out naturally, Hikaru covered her mouth with her balled-up fists in embarrassment.

“Well then… May I… touch it…?” (Reiya)

Hikaru, writhing in embarrassment, nodded curtly. Reiya kept holding the shirt with his left hand and carefully touched her skin with his right. His fingers sank softly into the layer of fat beneath the fine-textured skin that felt like it was clinging to him. About a centimeter in, he could feel the firmness of her well-toned core. Just as expected, the sensation was even better than he had imagined. Reiya converted the feeling of wanting to worship it into the act of simply swallowing hard.

“I-If you don’t say something, it’s actually more embarrassing for me…” (Hikaru)

Hikaru said to him, her face bright red. She had been touched on her skin before, but that was during a kiss. Being touched like this, where the touch itself was the main act, was a first experience for her too.

“What should I say… Anyway, it’s like, thank you…?” (Reiya)

“What’s that supposed to mean…” (Hikaru)

“No, I really can’t put it any other way…” (Reiya)

“That sounds… kind of perverted…” (Hikaru)

“…Sorry.” (Reiya)

“Well, I’ll allow it as long as it’s only directed at me…” (Hikaru)

“O-Of course…! For me, it’s only Hikaru… or rather, I only have Hikaru…” (Reiya)

Reiya lifted his face and said in a somewhat anxious, desperate tone. At his melancholic expression, Hikaru thought—

Seriously, my boyfriend is way too cute today…!

—and could only writhe further.

“Well then… you can touch it more, you know?” (Hikaru)

Hikaru said, trying to suppress a grin that threatened to break out. In response, Reiya answered not with words, but by moving his fingers. Slowly, as if being considerate of her, or perhaps as if savoring the sensation. What started as a movement to confirm the softness of her flesh gradually began to glide over her skin.

“Ngh…” (Hikaru)

Hikaru let out a troubled moan, barely audible even to herself. A strange sensation, ticklish yet pleasant. But more than anything, seeing him so serious as he played with her stomach was unbearably cute. As she watched him with affectionate eyes, she suddenly noticed something. His shirt… her eye caught glimpses of something from its collar. What was at first just something peeking in and out of view gradually brought certain words to her mind.

COLLARBONE IS WIN.

Asahi Hikaru had a collarbone fetish.