Laid-Back Life in Tokyo: I Really Didn't Want to Work Hard
Chapter 112: After the Effort, a Comfortable Weekend Time

Chapter 112: Chapter 112: After the Effort, a Comfortable Weekend Time

After a fulfilling week, it started raining again on Saturday.

"Sakura... Sakura-kun... stop pinching Hanabi’s face..."

Uesugi Sakura smiled as he squeezed the soft, blush-colored cheeks of Hanamaru Hanabi.

The sensation of the soft flesh seeped into the lines of his fingertips, and his entire heart relaxed.

"Little Hanabi promised me today I could pinch her face."

Because she was at home, Hanamaru Hanabi wore her favorite shark t-shirt with pink balloon shorts underneath, her fair thighs hidden under the quilt, and her petite feet occasionally pulled inwards.

"But... Sakura-kun has been pinching for a long time now..."

Hanamaru Hanabi’s cheeks bounced back under the pressure of his fingers, as she looked at him with her eyes and tugged at the wrinkled bed sheets with her small hands.

"You’ve been pinching since before Hanabi was even awake..."

Sitting at the bedside, Uesugi Sakura withdrew his hands, meeting her clear and gentle gaze.

"Auntie let me in."

"Mom... is also a troublemaker..."

"Didn’t Auntie help Hanabi a lot?"

"Hanabi appreciates mom a lot, but right now mom is a troublemaker."

Mrs. Hanamaru, watching TV in the living room, suddenly sneezed.

A moment later, she seemed to realize something and glanced upstairs towards a specific room, murmuring words like "get married soon" and "hold small grandchildren."

"Little Hanabi, do you realize you have a very fragrant scent?"

"Do I really...?" Hanamaru Hanabi noticed Uesugi Sakura getting closer, thinking he was about to touch her again, she shrank back a bit, "Actually, Sakura-kun also has a very nice scent."

"Do I?" Uesugi Sakura asked the same question, then lifted his arm to sniff himself, "Not at all."

"Neither does Hanabi."

The air fell silent for a moment.

"Why don’t we get a bit closer?"

"No, because Sakura-kun will want to hug Hanabi again."

"Why haven’t you let me hug you these past few days?"

"Dad says Hanabi can’t be too close to Sakura-kun right now, or something bad might happen."

"It won’t happen," Uesugi Sakura said.

Hanamaru Hanabi’s clear eyes blinked at him, softly saying: "Hanabi... is only fifteen..."

"I’m only sixteen."

"Hanabi can give Sakura-kun a back massage." Hanamaru Hanabi tried to offer this in exchange for him not hugging her.

"Hmm, not a bad suggestion," Uesugi Sakura glanced at her petite, jade-like ankle, "How about using your feet to step on it?"

Hanamaru Hanabi was stunned, her hands gripping the sheets again.

"Sakura-kun... that’s strange..."

"Just kidding."

Then, Uesugi Sakura lay directly on the girl’s bed, leaving himself at her mercy.

"Sakura-kun, is this pressure okay...?"

"A bit harder."

"How about this...?"

"Still not enough."

"Like this...?"

"Exactly~ just like that, very comfortable~"

Closing his eyes, Uesugi Sakura began to enjoy the pleasant holiday time.

His body felt like it was nestled between soft white clouds, drifting with the warm currents of the sky. The soreness from training over the past few days dissipated in an instant.

With an empty mind and no excessive thoughts, he fell asleep.

The dream was sweet, indescribable, just felt delightful.

It smelled nice, yet felt heavy.

Half-ASLEEP, he only wanted to keep sleeping forever.

At some point, someone seemed to open the door, accompanied by a nearly inaudible laughter, then carefully closed the door again.

As if afraid of disturbing anything.

After some time, the rain outside seemed to intensify, with the sound of rain pounding on the roof joining with the cold wind, engulfing everything.

In his deep sleep, Uesugi Sakura furrowed his brows, instinctively curling up into the warmth of the quilt, subconsciously reaching out to pull the blanket, but accidentally touched a soft little hand along the way.

He gave it a gentle squeeze, indeed feeling that familiar soft touch.

He slowly opened his eyes to see the girl peacefully sleeping before him.

Not too close, nor too distant.

Her soft hair pinned down, the rhythm of her gentle breathing, and her delicate face blushing slightly, her faint cherry lips seemingly enchanted, making one want to lightly nibble on them.

The fragrance from her breath, the comfort of her sleeping face, all indicating how soundly she slept.

Unexpectedly, she had fallen asleep right beside him.

Uesugi Sakura chuckled, gently moving her unconscious hand beneath the quilt, threading his fingers through hers, tightly clasping together.

With ten fingers intertwined, her presence was transmitted clearly and profoundly from their joined hands.

He moved their joined hands to the middle, quietly observing her delicate nose through their tightly held hands.

"Hanabi?"

A moment later, he softly called her name, waiting for a long time without a response.

Her breathing remained as steady as ever.

This scene felt familiar.

Just like when she used to cry herself to sleep in his arms as a child.

Uesugi Sakura let go of her small hand, gently brushing her cheek beside her nose.

Back then, her tears would fall right there, coupled with her sobbing, making her look both ugly and cute.

Large teardrops kept falling, making young classmates shrink away, while kindergarten teachers were left flustered.

She relied on him quite a lot.

Their relationship was very much like close siblings back then.

Uesugi Sakura once thought she only liked him as a brother, without any special feelings.

But upon careful reflection now, she seemed to rely on him excessively in many things.

He felt foolish as well.

Whenever he thought about the little girl from back then, the experiences they shared growing up, and her face that gradually changed, Uesugi Sakura couldn’t help wanting to embrace her.

His left hand rested on her delicate waistline, sliding forward along her soft, fair skin.

However, halfway through, Hanamaru Hanabi suddenly woke up.

Her amethyst eyes blinked at the side-lying Uesugi Sakura opposite her, with the ticklish feeling in her stomach instantly reddening her cheeks as she murmured:

"Sakura-kun... is touching Hanabi secretly again..."

Her weak voice seemed a bit angry.

"Haha~" Uesugi Sakura chuckled twice, "If I say it wasn’t on purpose, would you believe me?"

"Hanabi wants to believe Sakura-kun as well, but Sakura-kun has been doing sneaky things lately."

"I just want to hug you." Uesugi Sakura kept his hand where it was, not daring to move.

"Hanabi is in clothes, but Sakura-kun wants to reach in to touch Hanabi’s waist."

"It was subconscious, subconscious."

Uesugi Sakura had to retract his hand, but it was intercepted halfway by Hanamaru Hanabi’s small hand.

"Wait..."

"Hanabi?"

He noticed her eyes started dodging, her cheeks reddening even more.

"Touching the waist is not allowed, but Sakura-kun can rub Hanabi’s tummy..."

Her words were blurred, her voice as thin as a filament.

"These past few days, Hanabi has been feeling uncomfortable..."

Uesugi Sakura wasn’t a fool; he knew what she meant.

"Does it hurt a lot?"

Under the quilt, his left hand gently massaged her soft little belly.

"Mm..." Hanamaru Hanabi, eyes closed, softly responded.

The soft belly radiated a warmth.

"How does it feel?"

"Sakura-kun... is very gentle..."

"Sakura-kun is only this way with Hanabi."

The gentle stroking of her tummy felt very soothing.

"Thank you, Sakura-kun..."

Hanamaru Hanabi’s response was dreamy.

Outside, the rain and wind tapping against the window grew ever more melodious and comforting within the warmth of the quilt.