From betrotheds to lovers

Chapter 47

It was the early afternoon of a Saturday, and currently, Ichiro was receiving a ride in the backseat of a very luxurious car, his expression was calm as he used his phone as he waited for the car to arrive at its destination.

"... ... ...!"

Then as he noticed the surroundings change from small but well-off buildings to a wide green garden, Ichiro realized that he had arrived at the Kogane household, which he hadn't visited yet, but he quickly noticed that it gave the same feeling when he visited the Mochizuke mansion alongside Sakurako. That it was big... Really big when seen up close.

"We've arrived, Ichiro-sama"

"Hm? Ah! Thanks for the ride"

Not used to being adressed like that, Ichiro took a few moments to answer back, and after doing so, he moved close to the car door to open it, but before he could do that, the door was opened by a servant of the Koran household beforehand.

"Thank you"

Since this time, he wasn't with Sakurako, Ichiro couldn't help but feel rather jittery at the experience of being received in a way that made him appear like some big shot from mangas, but most of all, his excitement to be visiting Sakurako's home was bigger than his nervousness.

Then the front door was opened, revealing Sakurako wearing her usual three-layered combo of clothes with a long skirt in a casual style, and with her hair done in the same as always semi-looped ponytail. Which Ichiro always found cute, because he was biased towards Sakurako.

"Good Afternoon, Ichiro-san. It's a pleasure to receive you here today"

"The pleasure is all mine, Sakurako-san. And good afternoon to you as well"

"Nn *Nods*..."

With her nod, their short conversation ended, but Sakurako still looked somewhat flustered, as if she wanted something else. Then she shyly spread her arms without saying a word.

"Okay"

Ichiro immediately realized that Sakurako was asking for a hug, and he gave her one, as the two warmly hugged each other. The servants around them, and even Sakurako's parents who were watching the two from behind a wall, couldn't help but break into joyful smiles at seeing the young lady acting shy and spoiled like that. Which was a sight for sore eyes, that they never had enough.

After a minute of hugging, the two finally stopped, seemingly satisfied for now. Seeing the two finishing their little moment together, Sakurako's parents walked forward to greet Ichiro.

"Ichiro-kun, how have you been, son?"

"Good afternoon, Ichiro-kun"

"Ah! Hansuke-san, Emma-san, good afternoon to you two as well, and I have been well, father-in-law"

"Good, good, now you know why you're here today, right?"

"Hmm... To experiment with some of the outfits for today's party, in which I'll be acting as Sakurako's escort"

"That's right, we'll be having you experiment... Wait, how did you know that?!"

"Well, Sakurako-san never asked whether I had clothes fitting for such an event, and I just imagined that you two would prepare clothes for me more fitting for the event, than anything that I or my parents could ever afford"

"... ... ... Wow"

Both Hansuke and Emma, couldn't help but simply look surprised at Ichiro's very sharp intuition. As the two were stunned, Ichiro then clapped his hands, to bring them back to their senses.

"Now, shall I go take a look at the outfits before it becomes too late? Or was it already decided for me?"

"Huh? Ah! You can choose which one you want, please follow me"

Hansuke having returned to his senses, quickly responded to Ichiro's question before guiding him to the dressing room he would be using for the time being. Thus leaving Sakurako, and her mother, there.

"Sacchan, shall we start changing our clothes as well?"

"Nn *Nods*"

With that, the two walked together down the corridor, until they had to split away as they both went inside their respective rooms, with a few female servants following them inside.

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"Here, Ichiro-kun"

"Oooooh!"

Inside the dressing a large number of outfits were revealed to Ichiro, all of them neatly organized and kept, that no wrinkles were present in their fabrics. Which was an impressive sight for Ichiro.

"Now, don't feel constrained about time, and carefully pick and try any outfit that picks you intere-"

"I'm picking this one"

Before Hansuke could finish his cliched line of being a cool dad, Ichiro had already returned with his choice of clothes... A Navy Blue kimono, with very detailed and carefully woven depictions of dragons and flowers of a slightly lighter color of blue all around it, which gave the kimono a very cool, yet luxurious appearance.

"... ... ... Erm, Ichiro-kun, how about you pick something more fitting?"

"What's more fitting for a formal party in Japan, than a set of Japanese clothes made for formal occasions in Japan?"

"... ... ..."

Hansuke tried to respond to Ichiro, but even as he could see the main problems of his argument, he couldn't say that Ichiro was completely wrong, after all, Hansuke himself also tried from time to time to find excuses to wear a kimono for events whenever he could.

"Okay... Though I don't think it will combine with any dress that Sacchan has..."

With that, Ichiro went on to change his clothes as Hansuke took his leave, to also change his clothes for a suit more fitting for the event. After some time, Ichiro left the dressing room and went to the living room while wearing the kimono. But arriving there, he was greeted by the sight of Sakurako wearing a red wine furisode, as her back was turned towards him.

"Sakurako-san?"

"Hm? Ichiro-san"

"..."

"..."

When the two looked at each other, they both went silent. Ichiro was stunned due to Sakurako's appearance, and Sakurako due by her rather lacking talking skills.

"Hmm... Ichiro-san?"

"Ah! Sorry, Sakurako-san. I was just mesmerized by your appearance just now. *Nods* Yep, you're looking stunningly beautiful right now, Sakurako-san"

"Ah... T-Thank you"

Sakurako began to blush a little from Ichiro's praise. Meanwhile, standing some steps away from the two, stood Hansuke and Emma as they both kept their mouth shut, as they feasted on the sight in front of them. The daughter wearing a beautiful furisode, while her partner wore a kimono that perfectly combined with hers, and with the two acting so naturally innocent, was enough to make the two take various photos of them, as blood fell from their noses, but that they gave no mind to, as the servants made sure to clean it before any droplet could fall onto the floor.