Out of the blue, Yuria invited me to stay the night.
"Is it... really okay? Someone like me, staying at your house?"
"Y-yeah."
For real?
Somehow, the situation mirrored the time I stayed over with Airi.
(This dizzying pace... getting invited to a sleepover by an S-class beauty on the very day of, every single time... I’m basically being whisked away on a surprise trip like some variety show star.)
However, while there hadn't been so much as a whiff of a "chance" during the sleepover with Airi... Yuria was different.
To be honest, among the girls I knew, Yuria was the most lecherous—if you excluded that monster, Tanaka.
On top of that, Yuria was my number one Understander.
In other words, she should get it.
If I was staying the night with Yuria, then when it came time to sleep, I wanted to drift off peacefully using those thick thighs of hers as a pillow. That was the dream.
"I-it’s true that I’m wearing a maid outfit for you today, but... I didn’t invite you to stay over just for that... but, well, if the atmosphere ends up headed that way..."
"Yeah, I know. Of course, what we're going to do is..."
"..."
"A thick-thigh pillow... right?"
"Huh?"
Yuria grimaced, looking at me as if to say, What are you even talking about?
Oops... judging by her reaction, I’d completely whiffed on the conversational hand-off.
"H-hey, Yuria! If you're my number one Understander, you should understand! I'm talking about a thick-thigh pillow!"
"Huh? A pillow? No, what I meant was... well..."
"Hmm? Yuria?"
"Ah, jeez. I guess a Lecherous Brat like Ryouta really doesn't get it... Sigh."
Yuria let out a deep sigh as she went to put away the garden hose she’d been holding.
"What do you mean?! If it's not a thick-thigh pillow, then what do you plan to do? Something else super lewd?"
"I-I wasn't planning on doing anything lewd in the first place! Whether I wanted to or not is beside the point!"
"Huh? H-hey, are you okay, Yuria?"
"I don't want to hear that from you, Ryouta!"
Whether she’d been hit by the summer sun or not, Yuria’s face was remarkably red.
"M-more importantly, look, if you stay over, you can play all the games you want, and you can eat all the snacks you want, too!"
"What's with the suspicious sales pitch? Even without all that, if you say it's okay for me to stay, I'm not going to turn you down."
"R... really?"
"Did you think I'd actually decline an invitation from you?"
"...Ryouta."
Yuria let a soft smile slip before taking my hand.
"Well then... let's play to our heart's content until night comes, Ryouta."
"Uh, y-yeah. Sure."
For a fleeting moment, I sensed a different kind of allure from Yuria—something distinct from her usual brand of lewdness.