Chapter 119: Transmission
But as she relaxed, Ishikawa Hayato changed the subject.
As if unsatisfied, he stroked his chin and pointed out the trap in Nijika's words.
"Doesn't that mean I can't make a move on Nijika until then?"
"Mmm!"
Realizing her trap had been seen through, Nijika tried hard to keep a straight face, pretending she had just noticed it herself.
She feigned contemplation, playing along.
Ishikawa Hayato watched her act, secretly amused, but said with a look of reluctance,
"Then I need some compensation."
Nijika's expression changed. She cautiously backed away a bit more, watching him.
"What do you want to do?"
"Hmm... let me think."
Ishikawa Hayato thought while appraising Nijika.
Nijika felt a chill from his gaze and gritted her teeth, enduring it for a moment.
But after two moments, she couldn't take it anymore.
She quickly walked over and raised her hand in a chop, aiming for Ishikawa Hayato's head.
"Nothing weird, absolutely not!"
Ishikawa Hayato took the hit without dodging or flinching, still deep in thought.
After Nijika withdrew her hand, he suddenly had an idea.
"That's right, why don't Nijika think of something!"
"Wait... I should think of something?"
Nijika was startled, and it was unclear what ideas were popping up in her head.
Her withdrawn hand stiffened in front of her chest, her gaze distant, and her ears turning red.
Ishikawa Hayato nodded repeatedly with anticipation.
"Mm-hmm! Nothing too casual, you know."
"Ugh..."
Ideas kept surging, but before she could sort them out, Ishikawa Hayato further messed up her thoughts.
Nijika felt her mind fall into a chaotic mess because of him.
She glared at him fiercely.
After a long period of contemplation, she lowered her head, her ears completely red.
"Then... hair... I'll let you smell my hair."
The rustling wind, the dripping water from the eaves, nothing could mask those words.
Ishikawa Hayato looked at her soft golden hair tied into a ponytail.
The ponytail seemed to sense its fate, shyly leaning towards Nijika's neck.
The brilliant gold contrasted with her fair neck.
Nijika herself certainly wouldn't have thought of this.
It must have been a recollection of Ishikawa Hayato's perverted remarks from back then.
"Nijika actually remembered! I'm touched, I accept. Can it be now?"
Ishikawa Hayato was incredibly excited and asked impatiently.
"Yes... wait, wait, wait, no."
Nijika had just blushed and nodded in agreement, but then something occurred to her, and she shook her head in a panic, trying to flee as if to escape.
Ishikawa Hayato ignored her subsequent denial, quickly approached her, and placed his hands on her shoulders.
"A promise, once given, cannot be taken back."
Nijika hesitated, but still didn't move away.
Then, Ishikawa Hayato hugged her from behind.
Startled by the sudden embrace, Nijika trembled.
She pursed her lips, controlling her emotions, and glanced at the hands wrapped around her waist.
She tried to pry them off but couldn't. Annoyed, she called Ishikawa Hayato's name loudly, "Hayato-kun? I didn't say you could hug me, did I?"
Ishikawa Hayato rested his head on hers, saying uneasily,
"I was just worried that Nijika would only let me smell it once, and then run off saying it was over."
"Ugh..." Nijika, who had indeed had that thought, was speechless.
But then, Ishikawa Hayato smiled, with a hint of apology, and said, "Of course, I know Nijika wouldn't do that, so I just wanted to take the opportunity to hug Nijika."
"I'm truly sorry for being so cunning and betraying Nijika's trust."
Nijika, her heart pounding, suppressed her shyness and her fear of being seen through, and hastily exclaimed, "Hurry up and finish!"
...
The sense of smell is humanity’s oldest sensory organ and can be considered a sensory activity that forms the very foundation of thought.
Avoiding danger, confirming if food is edible, fleeing from abnormal smells, and a series of other basic life behaviors all rely on smell.
However, as humans transitioned from a primitive to a civilized lifestyle, alternative methods emerged to address these issues.
Consequently, the importance of smell plummeted, reduced to merely being functional and nothing more.
Of course, at this level alone, he couldn’t detect the scent of a modern person who bathes regularly and doesn’t sweat.
But a pervert is entirely different.
With reactivated olfactory functions, even if a girl showers once in the morning and once at night, he can clearly smell her body scent.
Ishikawa Hayato held Nijika, gently leaning against the back of her head and sniffing.
Soon, he understood what a high school girl's scent should be like.
He won’t go into the specifics of how it felt, but suffice it to say he now has a small goal.
That was to be able to smell this comforting scent every morning and every night.
...
Meanwhileー
Nijika turned her head, her face red, her gaze anxiously looking back, a faint mist of water in her shy red eyes.
Her words remained unspoken, lingering in her gaze.
Ishikawa Hayato didn't overdo it. He quickly released her, reluctantly backing away a bit, and bowed.
"Besides shampoo, Nijika has a very fragrant scent. If you don't mind, please allow me to use my most excellent literary talent to describe a glimpse of this fragrance."
Watching Ishikawa Hayato elegantly bow like a gentleman, attempting to describe the scent of her hair, Nijika was stunned, then cried out, blushing,
"This perverted behavior stops here! Don't say anything more!"
She had never doubted Ishikawa Hayato's level of perversion.
He might actually seriously analyze and appreciate it.
She was already embarrassed enough.
Any more and she might break down like Hitori.
"What a pity," Ishikawa Hayato said with a regretful expression.
"But I will work hard to make everyone happy so that I can be close to Nijika every day in the future."
'Why is he so good at this!'
Nijika averted her gaze, complaining, "I didn't make this promise with you hoping for that, and it's no use making a move on me now either."
No use?
Ishikawa Hayato felt like she had implicitly revealed something about herself.
"But I will still try my best to make Nijika like me," Ishikawa Hayato said with a confident smile, adding, "The real me."
Nijika looked down at her feet.
Her canvas-shoed feet had been nervously drawn inward.
Beside her, Ishikawa Hayato stood straight, looking extremely composed.
She chided Ishikawa Hayato as she spoke, "If Hayato-kun wasn't such a pervert, didn't have a harem, and was as serious as he is now, I might have liked you a long time ago."
After speaking, Nijika didn't wait for Ishikawa Hayato's response and prepared to walk into the store.
She always felt that continuing to stay with Ishikawa Hayato would lead to problems.
But Ishikawa Hayato held her hand.
"Wait, I'll go back first. Nijika, your face is completely red."
Nijika stopped.
"...Thank you."
"But I'm very worried. Nijika, standing here alone, such a cute Nijika seen by bad people..."
"You're the worst! Hurry up and go back!"
Nijika turned around, pushing Ishikawa Hayato in embarrassment and anger, guiding him back in the direction he had come from.
After his figure disappeared, only Nijika remained.
Once it quieted down, she clearly felt the cool breeze coming down the street.
The cool breeze blew on her hot cheeks, and her temperature slowly dropped.
She looked at the spot where Ishikawa Hayato had been standing, where a footprint-shaped water stain still remained.
She stared blankly for a while until the wind made her body feel cold, and then she snapped back to reality.
"Is this what liking someone feels like...?"
She showed a somewhat troubled expression, staring blankly ahead for a moment, then suddenly came back to her senses.
She pulled the hair resting on her back to the front and sniffed it with her head down.
Just then, a voice suddenly rang out.
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