The Door of My Bathroom Leads to the Comic World!

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"If you can satisfy my taste buds, I might consider giving you a small reward," said Utaha with a playful smile.

Sui was left speechless. Why did that sentence sound a little inappropriate?

He hadn't expected that, after finally saying goodbye to the bold and outgoing Rindō, he would run into Utaha, who despite her aloof appearance, seemed to enjoy teasing him with the occasional dirty joke.

"What do you want to eat?" Sui asked.

"Anything," Utaha tilted her head thoughtfully before deciding, "Meat."

"Got it. Wait here," Sui said as he turned and left the room, heading to the kitchen to prepare something for her.

After some thought, he decided on a beef rice bowl—tender beef, fluffy white rice, all topped with a fragrant and savory sauce.

Utaha dug in and couldn't stop eating.

Sui sat across from her, watching quietly as she ate. 

Before long, Utaha had finished the entire bowl. She stretched lazily, extending her long leg encased in black stockings under the table, her toes slightly pointed. A satisfied glimmer flashed in her striking burgundy eyes.

"Mmm, that really hit the spot," she murmured, delicately wiping the corner of her lips with a slender finger before licking away the last bit of sauce, almost reluctantly.

For some reason, Sui felt like her words held a hidden meaning.

"Sui, your cooking skills have really improved," she said, casting him a knowing look with her wine-red eyes.

"Is that so," Sui replied with a modest smile. His skills had definitely come a long way since he first met Utaha.

"So, what kind of reward would you like from your senpai?" Utaha rested her chin in her hand, leaning forward over the table with a playful smile.

Before Sui could respond, he suddenly felt something creeping up his leg. Looking down, he saw a small, stocking-clad foot resting on his knee.

The foot was elegant—small, with a dainty ankle and slender toes. It seemed to mischievously aim toward a rather private area.

Sui: "…"

'Is this girl some kind of succubus?'

"Ahem." Sui cleared his throat and gently grasped the mischievous foot. It was smooth and soft to the touch, unexpectedly pleasant to hold.

"Tsk, so this is what my kohai really wanted—my original stockings? And to think you said you didn't want them earlier...tsk tsk tsk," Utaha teased, shaking her head in mock disappointment.

Sui was again left speechless.

"How do they feel?" Utaha asked with a sly smile.

"Pretty good," Sui admitted honestly.

"Then why are you still holding on to them? Weren't you just after the stockings?" A playful grin spread across her face as her foot squirmed in his grip.

Sui fell silent for a moment before laughing. Then, lifting her foot up, he brought it closer to his face. He could faintly catch a light fragrance in the air.

Utaha's body trembled at the unexpected closeness, her chair tipping slightly as the two front legs lifted off the ground. A blush crept across her pale cheeks, but she still managed to smile.

"Hey, kohai, what are you trying to do to me? I'm warning you, don't get any funny ideas."

Sui chuckled. "Didn't you say you'd give me your stockings? I'm just taking them myself."

"Why—" Utaha's words were cut off as she suddenly felt Sui's fingers lightly tickle the soles of her feet.

"It's…so ticklish! K-Kohai, you're going too far!"

She tried to pull her foot away, but Sui held it tightly. Watching her struggle only made him laugh.

'So she does get flustered after all,' he mused.

Ignoring her attempts to pull free, Sui continued to tickle her.

"S-stop… it's too much!" Utaha squirmed, half laughing, half crying as she struggled in vain, her face now flushed with embarrassment. "Okay, okay! No more, Sui, let go!"

"Sui! You're being so mean!"

Her voice was a mix of exasperation and frustration as she continued to wiggle her foot. Desperate, she lifted her other leg, aiming to kick Sui away.

But in her haste, she lost her balance, tipping backward with a loud crash.

"Ow!"

Sui looked down at her sprawled out on the floor, the chair tipped over and one leg still clad in a stocking, the other bare and exposed. To his surprise, her underwear—white with a strawberry pattern—was in full view.

"Ow, that hurt! Stop staring, you idiot, and help me up!" she yelled, one hand on the back of her head and the other hastily covering her exposed modesty.

"Oh, right," Sui murmured with a teasing smile, nodding as he stood. His movements were deliberate. Grasping her ankles gently, he tugged her back into the chair, her body sliding into place despite her half-hearted protests. 

Before she could say more, his hands found their way to her waist, firm yet tender, sending a wave of warmth through her. With an almost playful slowness, he began peeling her stockings down her legs. Each movement was accompanied by her flustered shrieks of protest, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. 

Utaha's cheeks burned with embarrassment. The entire situation had completely shattered her cold, composed image. She shot a glare at Sui with her fiery red eyes, full of both anger and shame.

Scratching his head, Sui smiled. "But, senpai, didn't you say I could have your stockings? I was just helping myself~"