Stealing Spree

Chapter 2143  Emergency?

"Just so you know... I tried. Okay? I tried going downstairs alone but… I just couldn’t do it." Futaba explained with her cheeks puffed up as though trying to justify her reason for waking me up.

She couldn’t do it, huh? Was she afraid to go down alone? Or was it because it was in the middle of the night? Whichever the case, it’s easy to see from her face that she’s telling the truth.

She did try to go downstairs alone courageously but failed to accomplish what she set out to do after seeing how dark it was.

And because of that, she returned here to employ my help.

With my head still groggy and sluggish from being woken up, I could only respond with a nod.

Futaba probably sensed my current state as she immediately lowered her head in apology.

Looking at her figure that’s still quivering, I couldn’t help but place a hand on top of her head and verbally reply.

“It’s fine. Just give me a few seconds to rest my eyes. My eyelids feel so heavy.”

Upon hearing that, Futaba bit her lips and nodded.

For the next half a minute, I focused on shaking off my drowsiness and restarting my muddy consciousness. Following that, I checked on the girl’s condition for the other half of that minute.

The most notable thing about her at the moment was her constant quivering as though she was already about to reach her limit. She held that back for so long.

Why do this to herself? She's risking her health. If she asked me to accompany her before I fell asleep, she wouldn't be in this dilemma.

But then again, I understood why she didn't ask me and waited until I fell asleep before moving out.

Awkwardness is a valid reason especially if it stems from finding and listening to us having sex.

She tried to be sensible but it backfired on her.

“Alright. Let’s go. I'll take you there.” After saying that, I reached for her arm and carefully slid down to the foot side of the bed, bringing her with me.

Futaba obediently followed and drew closer to me after standing up. She couldn't help but lean on me to support her body.

Inevitably, my arm pressed against her chest, sinking into their softness.

Futaba’s reaction to it was minimal. Her expression flickered and she didn't cry out in pain.

However, it didn’t mean her theory from earlier was proven. For one I wasn't touching them by my hand and she's in a dire state of holding back her pee.

At the moment, even walking was already difficult for her. Furthermore, she's squishing her legs together in her desperate attempt not to shake her lower body a lot.

“Wait, Futaba. Hold onto me. I’ll carry you there.”

After exiting the bedroom, I stopped her and brought that up. I already noticed her state, I couldn't pretend that she didn't desperately need more than just someone to accompany her anymore.

Just like at the stairs. It would be hell for her if she walked down from it

Regardless of her answer, I already decided to scoop her up and bring her down to the bathroom.

Bringing that up was just me informing her of what I was going to do.

“Eh? W-why?”

“Do you even have to ask? You can’t hold it back anymore, right?”

Futaba went silent for a while before averting her gaze in shame. Understanding that I’d already seen through her, she admittedly nodded.

“P-please. I'm in your care.”

Soon afterward, the girl closed her eyes and followed my words, her fingers gripping my shoulders.

Without wasting another second, I gently put her in a princess carry, lifting her off the ground.

Afraid to slip or fall, Futaba had no other choice but to move her hands from my shoulders and cross her arms around my neck, clinging to me tightly.

This should be very embarrassing for her but the girl couldn't be picky anymore. If not me, who would bring her to the toilet?

I guess this was also the reason why she chose to wake me up instead of the other three.

“Don't worry. I'll pretend this doesn't happen. I'll forget about this in my sleep.”

“D-don’t say that... You're helping me out here… I'll remember this.”

“Well, if that's what you want, I won't stop you. I guess this will become a lesson to you not to drink too much before sleeping, right?. You even took the last glass from me.”

“Y-yeah. I’m regretting it now, okay? And I'm sorry for troubling you, Onoda-kun…”

Looking at how she's remorseful and regretful, I let out a silent laugh before continuing on my steps.

Futaba pursed her lips and then hid her crimson face by pressing it on my chest.

Isn't she adorable?

Soon enough, I reached the staircase.

As carefully as possible, I descended on it, ensuring that the shake wouldn’t accidentally stimulate the girl.

It took a minute compared to the few seconds of what we normally needed to climb down from upstairs.

Still, I accomplished that difficult hurdle.

With this, the rest of the trip to the bathroom could already be considered easy.

Five minutes later, I ended up waiting next to the laundry basket and our washing machine, listening to the splashing sound inside the bathroom.

Still afraid to be left alone, Futaba asked me to wait for her here – even though I could also wait in the corridor.

The contrast of this from earlier got me to ask her why she's afraid.

And her answer proved my conjecture.

She's afraid of the dark and silence of the night…

Asking me to wait here allowed her to see my shadow through the opaque glass door to the bathroom.

“All done?”

As soon as I heard the door click open, I turned my head to the girl who meekly nodded.

“Hmm. Did it leak to the boxers I lent to you?”

Futaba tried to shake her head first but eventually, she repeated her earlier gesture.

“Alright. Let's get you a new one. You can take that off here. I won't look.”

“Eh? Wait. Are you going to–”

Understanding what she was about to ask, I cut her off right away and assured her.

“I won't leave you behind. I'll bring you upstairs. You can take your pick there.”

“This… I'm sorry for all the trouble.”

“Alright. Stop apologizing now. I also feel responsible for why this happened, alright? Sorry for waking you up in the middle of that.”

That was a due apology.

After that, I turned around to give her the space to go back in and take the stained underwear off.

Futaba became silent again but before I heard the click from the door, indicating her return inside, the girl laughingly commented.

“You're a beast, Onoda-kun.”

“Yeah. Right. I'm a beast..”

“At least try to deny it. Hmph.”

“What for? Isn't that my image to you, right?”

“... Not exactly.”

Leaving that last response in an almost inaudible volume, Futaba disappeared behind the door again.

I could ask her what she meant by that but what's the point, right?

This time, I only waited for a minute before she emerged from the bathroom.

Obviously, her lower body was shaking slightly because of the discomfort of not wearing anything underneath that pajama pants anymore.

I tried my best not to look downwards. But the girl still covered it up with her hands.

Well, good for her, I guess? n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

After that, I asked her to put the underwear she took off inside the laundry basket.

Futaba refused and said she was going to wash it herself and bring it back.

Even when I told her she didn't need to do it anymore, she stubbornly refused and just forced me out with her by pushing on my back.

Just like this, we returned upstairs and I brought her to my former room.

After pointing her to where she could take her pick, I waited for her outside.

Mhm. Looks like her fear of darkness was already abated knowing that we're upstairs and she could run out to me at any moment.

It took Futaba another five minutes before emerging from the room.

However, before I could turn around to check on her, I felt a pair of supple softness pressing from behind me, followed by her arms sliding from my side and linking together at my abdomen.

Then, her soft, honeyed voice akin to someone who had just mustered her courage to confess echoed from behind me.

“C-consider this my repayment of gratitude to you, Onoda-kun… Don't ask and don't turn around. I'll let go in a minute…”