8 Private transportation is better than public transportation

"Geez, you are too forceful." 

Yume complained as she applied her lipstick again. 

"Sorry, sorry." 

Mizuto could only apologize lightly as he held a mirror so Yume could apply her lipstick perfectly. Still, he had to say, her lips tasted sweet. 

"No more!" 

Yume stared at him dangerously since she could see that he didn't have enough. 

"I know. I know." 

"It's good that you know." Yume smiled again and sighed, thinking that he really had changed before muttering. "Your kiss is really different from before..."

"What did you say?" 

"Nothing!" 

"...." 

Mizuto sighed and thought that a woman was really troublesome. Still, after she finished applying her lipstick again, they locked the door and left the house.

Walking side by side, Yume stared at his side profile, being obsessed for a while. Still, as they walked, she noticed how casually he walked to the side where the vehicles were, protecting her as if it were nothing. Moreover, wasn't his scent so good? He smelled so good that she wanted to smell him even closer, but—

"Pervert." 

"Why?!" 

She pouted, feeling aggrieved at being called a "pervert" by him. She knew that her act of smelling him like a dog might be wrong, but she was better than someone who loved to kiss her lips, right?

"Yume-san, we're in the public. I don't have an exhibitionist hobby." 

"Me too! I don't have such a hobby! Also, I am not a pervert!" 

"Hmm..." 

"What is it? If you have something to say, then tell me." Yume felt that this bad guy was thinking something bad again. 

"No, it's just I don't really mind if you are a pervert." 

"....." 

Yume was stunned in place, stopped her steps, and asked cautiously, "Re-Really?" 

"Really, but let me remind you that I am really not into an exhibitionist, okay?" 

"I am not a pervert!" 

"Shh... we're in the public. Don't shout like that. What if someone hears our conversation?" 

"...." 

Yume felt even aggrieved, thinking that this guy really had become a bully! 

Still, there was something that she wanted to ask, "Say... are you going to tell Mother about our relationship before?" 

Mizuto stopped his steps and then stared at Yume. He didn't answer immediately, and instead of an answer, he gave her a question. "Do you want me to tell her?" 

"I..." 

Yume hesitated. While she wished to announce their relationship, especially so no one would approach him and she could monopolize him, she knew she couldn't be as selfish as before. After all, their situation was special. They had become a stepsibling. While there was no rule that step-siblings couldn't marry each other, her mother just gained her happiness, and she didn't want to be the reason why that happiness was destroyed. 

With such a reason, there was no doubt she was such a good girl. 

So, if she had the power to read Mizuto's mind, she might beat this guy up for thinking something strange to her mother. 

"...let's keep everything a secret." 

"I know." 

Yume looked at him and asked with a frown, "Are you okay with this?" 

"....." 

Staring at Yume, who kept staring at him, Mizuto felt speechless and helpless.

If he said that he wasn't okay with it, he would appear possessive and troublesome, but if he said that he was okay, she would say that he was cold. 

Frankly, being with a woman was so troublesome!

"No, I just respect your choice." 

Still, as a man, he needed to have two or three tricks. 

Caressing her hair gently, he said those words softly since he knew that the decision she had made wasn't easy, especially when he knew how crazy the mind of this girl was. 

Yume pursed her lips and felt like tears were about to run down her cheeks, so she quickly looked away and lightly swept away his hand that caressed her hair. "Y-You will mess up my hair." Even if her mouth said so, her body was honest as she enjoyed his touch. 

Still, they didn't stay in the same spot too long as they didn't want to be watched by many. Nevertheless, it was impossible for them to avoid the gaze of people as whenever they walked, one or two would glance in their direction. 

Yume pouted when she saw many girls and women staring at Mizuto, so she moved closer, so close that their bodies almost stuck to each other, but this action almost pushed him to the road. 

"....." 

Mizuto stared at this stupid girl in silence before he held her hand firmly so she wouldn't mess around. "Don't walk carelessly. We're in the middle of the street. What if we hit someone?" 

"Um..." 

Big and hot. 

She thought. 

His palm was different from before. 

He had grown, and it felt so strange when they held each other since this feeling was different from before. Yet, she didn't hate it. Instead, his hand gave her a sense of security as it could hold her everything. 

By this point, she didn't care about the gazes of the others around him and just enjoyed their quiet walk. 

To reach their destination, they needed to either ride a private vehicle, ride on public transportation, or use a taxi. 

He didn't have a private vehicle, and a taxi would empty his wallet. While he didn't lack money, he didn't want to use his money carelessly. Still, he didn't really like to use public transportation. 

In anime or manga, using transportation might seem common and even appear romantic, especially when a boy and a girl stand beside each other, side by side, shyly, yet eagerly. 

However, the reality couldn't work that way since when you entered public transportation, you would be pushed by many people like a can of sardines. Moreover, not everyone smelled good, and many had a shit-like body odor. Even worse, sometimes, someone crazy might appear, so he didn't like public transportation that much. 

As they walked, a motorcycle passed over the street, which made him stop and look at it curiously. Many streets in Kyoto were small, and having a car was troublesome as he also needed to think about the car park. If he didn't have it, he needed to pay for it, and it wasn't cheap to pay for the parking, but a motorcycle was different since it was small and could be easily parked into his house. 

Their house also had a garage, and it was possible to keep a car, but his father didn't buy it. 

Yet, he also understood that in Kyoto, where the transportation facilities were complete, it wasn't necessary to keep a car. Unless one lived in the countryside, it was more convenient to use a private vehicle. 

"What's wrong?" 

"I am thinking of getting a motorbike." 

"Huh? Really?" Yume was surprised and asked, "Do you have an interest in motorbikes now?" 

"Well, it seems more comfortable than getting into a jam-packed train, and my age is enough to get a driving license." 

"Hmm..." 

"I will take you to drive when I get one later." 

"Okay." Yume was also quite curious about his plan to get a motorbike. "So, what kind of motorbike are you planning to get? Do you have enough money? Will Mineaki-ojiisan allow you to get a motorbike?" 

"It should be okay." 

As they entered the train, the seat was full, so they couldn't help but stand up. 

Mizuto chose the corner where he let Yume stand in front of him and just right in front of the door so she didn't need to face the others, and he could protect her from the crowd. 

Yume smiled when she saw this and felt relaxed by his side. Even with a crowd around them, when he stood before her, she knew she would be okay. 

"As for the money, I should have enough to get one." 

"I have been curious; are you working a part-time job or something?"

When Mizuto was about to answer, he felt his buttocks were touched and grabbed tightly, which made his lips twitch. 

"What's wrong?" 

"No-Nothing." 

Yet, the truth was he wasn't okay as he was molested inside the train. 

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