108. Play tennis, wash hands, and then Fujiwara Rin also fell into a desperate situation (4D)
Tennis hall locker room.
Fujiwara Izaya didn't know why he appeared here in confusion.
Maybe the younger sister dragged him in, or maybe he wanted to follow him in. In any case, it's not a bad thing to see the younger sister change clothes, and he doesn't object.
"senior!"
Asuka Kasahara was wearing a white dress, lying on a chair and watching him, kicking her legs.
"What's wrong?" Fujiwara Izaya looked at her.
"Come over to Asuka." Kasahara Asuka patted the empty space next to her, then lifted the high heels on her legs upwards.
The line of the calf wrapped in white pantyhose was intuitively displayed in Fujiwara Izaya's eyes.
Through the lifted skirt, the T-shaped crotch of the pantyhose is faintly visible, as well as the black lace leg rings on the thighs, which are super sexy.
Fujiwara Izaya glanced at it for a few times, then looked away, and happened to meet the eyes of his schoolgirl.
Asuka Kasahara tilted her head, as if asking "What's wrong?". Of course Fujiwara Izaya would not admit that he was fascinated by the contrast between her charming charm and innocence, and silently shook his head.
"Come here and help Asuka change her shoes." She shouted coquettishly.
Fujiwara Izaya glanced left and right to make sure there was no one in the locker room before walking towards her. As soon as he sat down, the girl's perfect legs wrapped in white stockings stretched out and placed them tightly together on his lap.
"..."
Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head and looked down.
The appearance she showed at this moment was that of a petite, tender and sweet little loli.
The cheeks are delicate and slightly fleshy, and the red lips are slightly pursed due to nervousness, showing a lovely and attractive color under the light.
"I don't understand..." Fujiwara Izaya put his fingers into her high heels and slowly took them off, "You are obviously very nervous and shy, why do you want me to do this?"
Kasahara Asuka replied matter-of-factly: "To get used to the close interaction with my seniors."
"It's a big sacrifice." Fujiwara Izaya commented. After taking off her high shoes, he held her ankles. The warmth and elasticity of her legs, combined with the smoothness of the stockings, made it particularly comfortable to touch.
"嘤~"
Kasahara Asuka suddenly shouted.
Lying on the bench with her face sideways, her crystal-like seductive lips were slightly open, calling out in an imaginative way: "No..."
Fujiwara Izaya obediently let go of her hand, and she immediately kicked her legs. She turned her head with a red face and glared at him: "Hurry up!"
"Change it yourself!"
Fujiwara reluctantly let go of her legs and walked out of the dressing room resolutely.
"A little bit~" Kasahara Asuka made a face at his back, and then smiled slyly... When playing tennis, there are many opportunities to tease this piece of wood, so I don't believe he won't be tempted!
After walking to the locker room, Fujiwara Izaya came to the reserved court, sat cross-legged on the ground and swung the tennis racket.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
From the tennis court next to it, the sound of hitting balls and the shouts of people continued to be heard.
There are eight tennis courts in this venue, arranged in two rows. The front and rear of each tennis court are separated by two-meter partitions 20 centimeters above the ground to prevent tennis balls from flying out of the court.
After waiting for a while, Kasahara Asuka walked into the court wearing a brand-new tennis uniform and bare legs - the leg and ankle rings were still there, and the black lace appeared on the smooth and delicate skin of her thighs, creating a strong visual disturbance.
Fujiwara Izaya suspected that this was a sinister trick used by his schoolmate to distract him.
"Senior, what do you think?" Kasahara Asuka gently raised her right leg and put it on the knee of her left leg, deliberately exposing the leg ring in the middle of her right thigh to him.
Looking at those soft thighs and suggestive leg rings, Fujiwara Izaya got up.
"Senior sister, you are great!"
"Senior, you have to hold on tight."
"I will." Fujiwara Izaya nodded with satisfaction.
"Don't be distracted." Kasahara Asuka chuckled, raising the racket and pointing it at his face, "The loser will be punished!"
Fujiwara Izaya walked to the opposite side of the net: "What are you betting on?"
"Kiss me if you lose!"
"...Can you give me a normal thought?"
"Then you can kiss me if you win."
"Is there a difference?"
"One is punishment and the other is reward!"
"Both of them are obviously rewards!"
"That's it!"
"You win first and then we can discuss this matter." Fujiwara Izaya slapped the tennis ball on the ground, then threw it over his head, swung the racket hard, and hit the tennis ball to the opposite side.
"Hey!"
Kasahara Asuka drank softly and easily hit the ball back to the opposite left.
On the far right side of the tennis court, Izaya Fujiwara accurately caught the ball at a tricky angle, and with a backhand swing, the tennis ball cleverly ran in the opposite direction of Asuka Kasahara.
The next second, the school girl hit the ball back with a "hey" sound. It seemed that she had practiced.
The friction between the tennis shoes and the feet made a "squeaking" sound. The skirt that was short to the middle of the thigh was constantly being blown up and down by the air current. The pink skin underneath it fell into Fujiwara Izaya's eyes without any cover from time to time.
.
No safety pants!
Fujiwara Izaya tried his best to control his gaze.
When watching tennis, don't look up your skirt, otherwise you will be a perverted gentleman!
Just as he was thinking this, a strange light suddenly flashed in Asuka Kasahara's pupils. She stared closely at the small tennis ball flying in the air, took a step forward, jumped up high, and smashed the racket down hard.
.
"Go to hell!"
Green rubber floor, yellow tennis balls, school girl's orange tennis skirt, and the sky blue under the skirt that lifted up when it landed... Grandpa Newton could lie down peacefully.
The tennis ball fell straight down in the air and directly out of bounds.
After landing, Asuka Kasahara put one hand on her hip and swung the tennis racket with the other hand, showing a proud look of "you know I'm good, right?"
The ball is clearly out of bounds!
Why can she still be so complacent?
Could it be that she doesn't understand the rules of tennis... Fujiwara Izaya tried his best to forget the scene he just saw, took out another tennis ball from his pocket, and continued to play with her.
"Senior," Kasahara Asuka reminded, "it's my turn to serve!"
"Uh, no, I'll serve..." Fujiwara Izaya explained to her seriously, "This is my serve. No matter who scores in a single round, it will be your turn to serve after this round."
"snort!"
"Okay, you send it."
"Ah, senior, pause, temporarily -"
One second, a timeout was called, but the next second, Asuka Kasahara threw the ball and served it with all her strength.
"You're a little too young." Fujiwara Izaya's steps were nimble and he caught the ball easily, grazing the middle net and slinging the ball back.
"Hey, eh, eh~"
Asuka Kasahara rushed forward in a hurry and barely hit the ball back to the opposite half.
"You're done!" Fujiwara Izaya, who had been waiting in front of the net for a long time, jumped up high and dunked hard. The tennis ball shot to the back of the court like a yellow bullet and hit the partition with a loud "bang".
"Damn it!" Asuka Kasahara bit her lower lip unwillingly.
"Originally I wanted to give you a chance," Fujiwara Izaya swung the racket handsomely and looked directly at the face of the school girl, "but since you are playing tricks in front of me, don't blame me for trying my best. From now on, on this court,
It’s called Fujiwara Izaya Stadium!”
"Senior is so stingy!" Asuka Kasahara protested loudly, waving her racket.
"You were the one who cheated on me before. There's no point in regretting it now."
"Ah, I don't want it."
"Watch the ball!" Fujiwara Izaya didn't have any thoughts of pity. He aimed at the sideline of the court and served the ball at a tricky angle.
"Hey!"
Asuka Kasahara moved quickly horizontally, and her skirt also fluttered.
Amidst the sound of tennis shoes rubbing rubber, her figure is agile and strong, like a little female leopard, and like an elf dancing in the forest. In short, she is very beautiful. And the bottom of her skirt is exposed from time to time, which can always be taken away easily
Fujiwara Izaya's attention.
But that doesn't matter.
Fujiwara Izaya can do two things at once.
While winning the game, he also enjoyed the benefits provided by his schoolmates throughout the whole process, which was no problem for him.
"Hey, hey, hey~" Asuka Kasahara's cheeks were swollen and she was panting. During the match, she was gradually suppressed by her seniors. The situation became more and more unfavorable for her, and she would soon be defeated.
Suddenly, a ball sizzled through the air and rolled over from the back court.
At this time, Fujiwara Izaya was just about to catch the ball from his schoolmate, when he suddenly heard a sweet and soft voice in his ears.
"Please throw the ball back for me, thank you."
moment.
Fujiwara Izaya's body stagnated.
In my mind, the sassy lady with short shoulder-length hair appeared in my mind, a monster who always smiled with half-squinted eyes.
"Bang!"
The ball returned by Asuka Kasahara hit the partition and made a weak sound before falling to the ground and colliding with the ball rolling behind.
Fujiwara Izaya stood there blankly, thoughts swirling in his mind.
Why is she here? Has she discovered me? Is there any conspiracy behind her hiding behind? Help, should I write a suicide note in advance... In the strong chill, he has never felt so insecure.
"Hoo, ho..."
Kasahara Asuka panted and stopped on the opposite side to rest.
She was so exhausted now that she didn't even bother to show off to her seniors that she had just scored. She just weakly held her knees and took a rest.
"G, people on the court in front of you, did you hear that? Please kick the ball back. Thank you. We are running out of balls here."
A voice came from behind, and Fujiwara Izaya kicked two balls over calmly.
"Thank you~"
The light voice sounded strangely familiar.
Fujiwara Izaya slowly lay down and looked through the gap toward the court behind him.
Since the woman's back was facing him on the court, he could only see a pair of smooth and toned long legs through the gap, but through the middle net, he could vaguely see the woman on the opposite half court, with dazzling orange hair.
Long hair…
Damn it!
It’s Fuka-Eri!
In other words, the woman who just spoke is really my aunt!
Fujiwara Izaya couldn't see her appearance, but he could almost guess how radiant her face was. Those two pairs of long legs dangled in his sight, galloping on the court like a fairy dancing.
"Senior, senior~"
Kasahara Asuka came over panting and patted his head gently with a tennis racket.
"Shh~" Fujiwara Izaya raised his head to tell her to be quiet.
When she raised her head, her eyes just peeked into the figure under the tennis skirt. She had just finished exercising, and her skin was tender and tender, with a slightly sour smell of sweat.
"Can't!"
Kasahara Asuka's warm palm fell on his eyes.
Then, she squatted down and smiled horribly: "You are lying on the ground, are you going to peek under the skirt of the sister across from you?"
"No, I'm tired, take a rest..." Fujiwara Izaya lowered his voice and said carefully: "You should also take a rest, don't make any noise."
"That's fine."
Asuka Kasahara let go of her hand.
When his vision returned to the light, Fujiwara Izaya was about to sit up.
With a "pop", the tennis racket fell down, and the muscles on his face were divided into small grids.
"Senior, just lie down below." Kasahara Asuka sat down with a smile, lifted her bangs, picked up the antiperspirant on the stool next to her and sprayed it on her forehead, and then sprayed some on her arms and armpits.
"Asuka..."
"Um?"
"Can you lift your legs?"
"don't want."
"It's very uncomfortable for you to press my face like this..."
"I just don't want it." Kasahara Asuka pressed her thigh hard against his face, her expression slightly shy.
Just after a strenuous exercise, the girl was dripping with sweat, and the skin on her thighs was smooth and greasy, which felt particularly comfortable when pressed against her face... Fujiwara Izaya closed his eyes and opened his mouth slightly to breathe to avoid inhaling the pungent smell of her body.
Kasahara Asuka noticed that he opened his mouth to breathe and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
Unscrewing a bottle of pure water, she first took a few sips from the mouth of the bottle, then tilted the bottle to her senior's lips: "Senior, drink some water."
"GuluGulu~"
Looking at his sexy and sexy Adam's apple, Asuka Kasahara said vaguely: "Senior drank his saliva."
"Ahem~"
Fujiwara Izaya coughed violently several times and felt that the muscles on his face began to stiffen.
Then, Asuka Kasahara moved her legs down slightly and rested them on his chest: "Well, now Asuka gives her legs to senior, please cherish her."
She's so good at flirting... Fujiwara Izaya sniffed and wiped away his tears.
"Huh?" Asuka Kasahara looked at him with a sweet smile.
"That's great," Fujiwara Izaya wiped the corners of his eyes and choked, "I'm so touched, thank you, junior sister."
At this time, footsteps came from the tennis court behind. He turned his head and looked over, only to see the two people behind him sitting down with their backs to the partition, and they seemed to be resting as well.
"What are you doing!" Asuka Kasahara grabbed his ear, narrowed her eyes and said coquettishly, "Asuka is right in front of you, but you are looking at other women. Isn't it too disrespectful of me?"
"I didn't..."
Fujiwara Izaya said with difficulty.
The citrus-flavored body odor and the smell of sweat rushed into his nose, making his already uneasy mood even more confusing.
Asuka Kasahara looked at him with a strange expression suspiciously. Just when she was about to ask a question, she suddenly heard from the other side, "Eri Fuka, what's your relationship with him?".
Instantly, the little devil's expression became fierce when he heard his sister's voice, and he stared at Fujiwara Izaya like a lioness ready to fight.
"Gu..."
Fujiwara Izaya felt that his death was approaching.
"Senior~~" Kasahara Asuka smiled and touched her tender lips with her slender fingers, "You were looking at your sister just now, right?"
"No..." Fujiwara Izaya shook his head with difficulty.
"Asuka doesn't believe it!" Kasahara Asuka bent down, grabbed his neck with both hands, and glared at him fiercely: "Strangle you to death, you scumbag!"
"No, keep your voice down..."
"Hmm -" the girl said with great effort.
"Stop pinching me, I'm out of breath... let go, I will listen to you in everything..."
"Shut up! A half-hearted sportsman! A failed handsome boy!" Kasahara Asuka let go of her hand. Her face, which was still angry just now, suddenly showed a lustful smile. She put her legs on Fujiwara Izaya's chest and pressed down: "I see.
I pity you because you are lonely. Don’t be disrespectful when dating you!”
At this time, she sounded very much like a condescending young lady. Well...she was already a condescending young lady.
"Thank you Miss Kasahara for your care," Fujiwara Izaya held her leg and patted her gently, "Can you please be quiet and take a rest?"
Kasahara Asuka put her index finger on her chin, tilted her head and asked him: "Sister is behind you, why are you so nervous, senior?"
What I'm nervous about is the person who's with my sister... Fujiwara Izaya smiled apologetically, "I'm dating my sister. Being stared at by my sister will inevitably make me feel guilty."
"No, there is a problem." Kasahara Asuka rolled her eyes and said teasingly: "Why are seniors afraid of my sister? You must know that you also have the attributes of an older brother in front of Asuka, why?"
"Brother attributes?"
"Yes, he is the kind of person who likes to act mature in front of girls younger than him, and likes to let girls younger than him grow up under his protection, so as to show his ability as a man!"
"No..."
Kasahara Asuka lowered her head and looked at him condescendingly: "Senior lied!"
"I really don't have such thoughts... Maybe it's just a habit. For girls with whom I have a good relationship, I will unconsciously treat her the same way I treat my younger sister."
Kasahara Asuka shook her head.
She retracted her legs, lay down with her upper body, supported Fujiwara Izaya's chest with both hands, and looked into his eyes boredly: "No girl will be happy to be treated as a sister."
The soft lights of the stadium kissed her face, emphasizing her lonely expression.
"Uh, probably..." Fujiwara Izaya said uncertainly, "I'm not a girl, how can I completely understand what you are thinking."
"The guy who calls himself brother is so disgusting, it can even be said to be a crime!" At this point, Kasahara Asuka suddenly showed a super disgusted expression and distanced herself from Fujiwara Izaya.
"Why are you looking at me and saying this? I don't call myself brother!"
"But you did that!"
"...I, do you feel okay?"
"Ah, boys are just like that, they don't understand style!" Kasahara Asuka muttered. Then she seemed to think of something, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, coughing lightly to confirm the condition of her throat, like a female voice actress preparing to get into the role before dubbing.
Fujiwara Izaya waited quietly for a moment.
"senior……"
"Um?"
Kasahara Asuka slowly opened her eyes and looked at him expressionlessly.
First he showed a slightly polite smile, then his expression became slightly bitter and his eyesight shifted.
"Let's break up..."
"?"
Are we together?
Fujiwara Izaya wanted to refute, but he also knew that this was not the time for him to interrupt, so he could only wait for her words quietly.
"Asuka doesn't want to be like this anymore... I'm so hurt... I can't maintain it anymore..." She bit her lower lip slightly and quietly looked at the tennis court behind her through the gap, "We are obviously not much different in age, but they only care about me.
As a child... I think everything I say and do is all nonsense... It's true, sometimes people are very serious... Wuwu——"
There was a hint of sobs in my voice at the end.
"No, listen to me..." Fujiwara Izaya felt a little heavy because of her, and stretched out his hand to pull her wrist, "If it really makes you feel like that, I can apologize first, and then slowly explain to you...
…”
Kasahara Asuka turned back, her eyes filled with tears, red.
The eyes and expression were like that of a wounded cub. To describe it more accurately, it was like a lame puppy whose hair had been soaked under the winter rain.
"Senior and sister, they are all like that... self-righteous adults, annoying... wuwu——"
"I'm sorry, I really ignored your feelings..." Fujiwara Izaya reached out and patted her shoulder gently.
Just when she was about to continue speaking, Kasahara Asuka put her index finger in front of her lips and shook her head slightly, as if she said she just wanted to stop talking about that thing. Please, don't say it a second time.
Fujiwara Izaya had no choice but to keep his mouth shut.
"Senior..." Kasahara Asuka lay down, pressed his chest, and murmured to herself: "Do you like Asuka?"
"Uh, how should I put it..." Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but put his hands around her waist, "I think Asuka is very cute. Although her personality is a bit bad, she is very nice to me, so she is very popular with me. She is pretty.
Beautiful, charming, and heartwarming.”
"Then why don't you like me?"
"It's not that simple to like this kind of thing..."
"Do you like sister?"
"Where is this from?"
Kasahara Asuka's eyes were red, and she raised her index finger to give him a suggestion: "If you don't like my sister, then touch Asuka to prove it!"
"What?"
"Touch me!"
Looking at the smile on her lips, Fujiwara Izaya said with a headache: "Are you acting?"
"Hehe~" Kasahara Asuka's face turned gloomy in an instant, trying to get through by pretending to be cute.
"I can't trust your words anymore!" Fujiwara Izaya rubbed her head angrily, "You school girl who talks so much lies!"
"Is it possible that the school girl didn't lie?" Kasahara Asuka gently tilted her head to one side.
As expected of Asuka, her ability to pretend to be stupid is so powerful... This guy will be stabbed one day... Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but began to worry about her safety, and said, "Well, you can't help it, you can do whatever you say."
"Bar" helpless gaze.
Kasahara Asuka seemed a little bit regretful, her face turned red and she coughed dryly.
Then she turned her head with a smile on her face, rubbed her head against Fujiwara Izaya's chin and asked, "What senior said just now is true, right? Does it mean that Asuka is cute, beautiful, and pleases senior?"
"Yes." Fujiwara Izaya said.
"Hehe, Asuka's charm is really great, even the wooden mae..." Midway through, Asuka Kasahara suddenly stopped talking, suddenly raised her body by supporting his chest, and looked at him warily: "Hey! Senior said
Does that mean you are planning to officially start pursuing me? No, no, no. Although I occasionally have feelings for my senior, it would be too shameless to officially confess my love on the first date. I'm sorry, I can't accept it for a while.
, please ask me a few more times so I can think about it carefully!"
After saying this, she felt a little tired and took a big breath.
Fujiwara Izaya simply rolled his eyes: "...Ah, yes, yes, it's whatever you say."
I don’t know how many times I have received her card. I feel like “If you take it seriously, you will lose.”
"Senior, you didn't even listen to me!" Asuka Kasahara puffed up her cheeks in protest.
"Yes, yes," Fujiwara Izaya poked her cheek, "Little cutie, I listen to what you say very carefully."
Asuka Kasahara snorted with her nose in displeasure and looked away.
"Don't treat me like a child..."
The voice was very low and couldn't be heard clearly. It seemed like they were having a bit of trouble.
Fujiwara Izaya looked at her childish cheek: "You are a child to begin with."
"No, it's not -" Kasahara Asuka's waist softened again, she lay on his chest, her lips came to his ear and whispered softly: "Asuka is also a living, flesh-and-blood girl, she is not someone's shadow or someone else's.
vassal……"
At this moment, the girl's voice was completely different from before. It was so sweet that it almost melted Fujiwara Izaya's ears, and at the same time, it also carried her stubborn will.
"Asuka has grown up..."
"Senior, if you don't believe it, you can put your hands into Asuka's clothes again..."
The girl who looked down and spoke, with a smile on her lips, held the hem of her clothes with both hands and slowly pulled it up.
Fujiwara Izaya felt a little shaken in his heart.
The devil's presence spoke in his left ear: "Let her take off her clothes, and something good will definitely happen!"
This kind of opportunity is indeed rare, and it will definitely not be damaged if you take it off.
"Wait a moment!"
An angel appeared.
Then, Fujiwara Izaya's right ear heard the angel saying: "Let her take off her skirt too!"
Um?
Aren't you an angel?
While demons and angels were fighting each other in his mind, Asuka Kasahara had already pulled up her clothes halfway. Her arms, shoulders and waist were very slender, revealing a flat and smooth lower abdomen, and her skin was very white.
What's even more rare is that at only sixteen years old, her breasts are already very impressive.
Although it is not comparable to that of her mother and sister, it is already majestic compared to her senior sister who is two years older than her.
"Senior~~"
"Um?"
Fujiwara Izaya's vision returned to clarity.
"Are you afraid that I will eat you..." Asuka Kasahara pulled up her shirt halfway.
"Not afraid..." This is not the first time Fujiwara Izaya has seen her like this. Yesterday, it was even more exciting than this in the toilet, so he is not nervous now, but his heartbeat is still beating uncontrollably faster...
"Asuka is still left behind by her seniors..."
Saying that, Asuka Kasahara also closed her eyes a little embarrassed, her face turned cutely red.
"Okay, someone is watching..." Fujiwara Izaya pulled down her clothes and put his arms around her waist, "Lie down for a while, then go eat something and get earrings."
Kasahara Asuka rolled her eyes at him.
The school girl stopped teasing him, and gently put a pair of small hands on his shoulders, and then her curvy body was pressed against his.
Holding a young girl in his arms is a very comfortable thing no matter what. Fujiwara Izaya patted her back gently. In his sight, Kasahara Asuka closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her soft little lips slowly
Approach slowly...
He put his finger in front of the girl's lips, looked at the baby-smooth face and came closer, and kissed her finger gently with her red lips.
"Well..."
Kasahara Asuka opened her eyes suddenly and saw that she had only kissed her senior's fingers. Moreover, her senior looked at her with a look of laughter on her face...
"Ah~"
The girl let out a sweet cry and lowered her head with a blushing face. After a while, she raised her pretty face and glared at him: "Coward!"
"I just don't want you to regret it." Fujiwara Izaya held her slim waist tightly with one hand and touched the hem of her skirt with the other hand, "I'm really not timid in this regard. Didn't you do that yesterday?"
Have you seen it before?”
Senior's sudden bold move made Asuka Kasahara feel inexplicably weak. She tilted her head slightly, put her hands on his chest to avoid gasping and said: "Well... Senior has to push every inch..."
"Who asked you to tease me first!"
Fujiwara Izaya's breathing was a little rapid, and he gently pinched her perky little butt with both hands...
"...Be careful with your hands, hmm, I just want to kiss my senior on the face, who allows you to touch Asuka..."
"Is this the little devil?"
"Ouch, bite you! Don't touch anywhere, ah——"
There was a sudden scream, extremely loud in decibels.
Fujiwara Izaya was so frightened that his heart trembled. Why did he turn his head and look at the tennis court behind him?
The two women sat there without moving for a long time, seeming to be chatting. Seeing that there was no way to go on, he had no choice but to say to Asuka: "Let's go and have something to eat."
Kasahara Asuka clung to him softly and refused to come down, her body was softer than ever before.
"Come down..." Fujiwara Izaya urged.
Now, she came down reluctantly. After packing her things together, she jumped on Fujiwara Izaya's back and said with a smile: "If you carry Asuka to the dressing room on your back, I will reward you, senior, for watching Asuka change clothes."
Fujiwara Izaya said contemptuously: "Who cares..."
He left the tennis court with her on his back and walked quickly to the locker room. Now, he just wanted to escape from this place where he might see blood.
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"Don't touch anywhere, ah——"
Suddenly there was a strange scream from the tennis court behind. Xia Xili shook his head and said with emotion: "Today's young people can really treat any occasion as their own bed."
"..." Kasahara Fuka-Eri's expression was a little strange.
She recognized the voice just now, it was her sister's voice.
"Huh?" Xia Xili noticed her unusual expression and turned her face slightly, "What's wrong?"
"No, let's change clothes and go get something to eat." After Kasahara Fuka-Eri finished speaking, she stood up directly. Under her tennis skirt, her legs that were the envy of all women were exposed.
"I'm so envious of Fuka Eri's legs!" Xia Xili let out a burst of laughter and flicked her thighs with her fingers, "Smooth, tight, sexy and smooth, they are indeed the "most beautiful legs in Tokyo University"!"
"You're not bad either." Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked down at her.
"Me, even your sister can't compare." Xia Xili patted her butt and stood up, walking to the bar on the side, "I'm going to buy two bottles of water, what do you want?"
"black tea."
"Okay, it'll be there soon."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri picked up the things on the ground and walked to the locker room first.
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"No, I'm going out."
"Wait a little longer."
"Someone is about to come in..."
"If it doesn't work, it won't work." Kasahara Asuka leaned against Fujiwara Izaya and pointed to the hand sanitizer on the sink. "Help Asuka wash her hands before she can go out."
"No time..."
"Help Asuka wash her hands!"
"It's really not possible..."
"Then Asuka won't leave."
"...Okay." Fujiwara Izaya couldn't resist her. He could only pay attention to the movement at the door while squeezing hand sanitizer into his hand and turning on the faucet with the other hand.
Kasahara Asuka got into his arms and let him hug her.
"..."
Fujiwara Izaya grabbed both of her hands and stretched them into the water.
In order to avoid the awkward contact, he could only push his butt back as much as possible. However, when he did so, Asuka Kasahara followed suit, so he still stuck close to her.
"..."
"Senior~~"
"What……"
"Want it?"
"...Gu."
"The tennis skirt doesn't come with safety pants. You just need to lift it up. It's very convenient, isn't it?"
"Ahem, wash your hands..." Fujiwara Izaya forced himself to calm down, grabbed her smooth little hands, and quickly kneaded out rich foam.
"Hmm~" Kasahara Asuka leaned against his arms and murmured: "I like being held by senior like this, it feels so safe."
"Are you ready?"
"Wash again."
"If someone sees me, I will be arrested by the Metropolitan Police."
"Sister can fish you out."
Kasahara Asuka grabbed his wrist with her backhand and refused to let him go. Looking at their clean palms, she squeezed a little foam and applied it to Fujiwara Izaya's hand carefully.
"Now it's Asuka's turn to help senpai wash it."
"...I really thank you."
"You're welcome." Asuka Kasahara rubbed his fingers one by one, very carefully.
Fujiwara Izaya urged in her ear: "Hurry up..."
"Itchy~" Kasahara Asuka shrank her shoulders as if she was afraid of itchiness, and her soft curved cheeks flushed, looking pretty and cute.
Her white and soft little hands tightly grasped her own big hand, not to mention how comfortable it was... If she changed places, Fujiwara Rin could let her wash all day long, but that's not possible now...
I kept peeking at the door and saw the figure of Kasahara Fuka-Eri.
no.
We really can't go on like this.
Fujiwara Izaya resisted the temptation and directly picked up the school girl from behind.
"g?"
Kasahara Asuka exclaimed with her feet off the ground.
"Hurry up and take a shower and change clothes. I'm hungry." Fujiwara Izaya stuffed her into a cubicle.
Kasahara Asuka leaned against the door and asked delicately: "Do you want to eat the school girl first to cushion your belly?"
"Sooner or later, you will have to pay the price!" Fujiwara Izaya threatened her viciously, turned around and ran away, with a laughter as clear as a bell coming from behind.
As soon as I stepped out the door, I bumped into Kasahara Fuka-Eri.
"Hi~" Fujiwara Izaya said hello with a normal expression, "Hello, sister."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's suspicious gaze scanned his whole body like a CT machine. For some reason, he didn't walk with his back straight as usual, but bowed his waist and folded his legs slightly.
"Are you injured?" my sister asked strangely.
"..." Fujiwara Izaya blushed.
To be precise, he was congested.
"Where is Asuka?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri asked again.
"I'm changing clothes..."
"Then what are you still doing here?"
"Aren't you ready to go out now..."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri nodded and made way for him.
"Thank you, sister." Fujiwara Izaya breathed a sigh of relief and jumped out.
Coming out of the entrance to the locker room, there was a corridor, more than ten meters away from another locker room. Just two steps later, a leg suddenly stepped out from the end of the corridor, and then half of the body slightly poked out from the corner, and then
, Xia Xili’s perfect profile appeared before her eyes.
Fujiwara Izaya immediately turned his back to her.
Now, he only had the option to go back the way he came, and all other options were dead ends.
Xia Xili blinked as the figure from behind flashed by, thinking that it was a man... Her heart tightened, and she quickly ran in to check.
Returning to the locker room, Fujiwara Izaya quickly looked around.
From the only closed door, the sound of shower water could be heard, and Asuka Kasahara was inside. At the third door next to it, Kasahara Fuka-Eri was holding clothes in her hands and was just about to go in.
Without saying a word, Fujiwara Izaya rushed towards the compartment, even one step faster than her.
"?"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked at him in surprise.
"There's no time to explain, come in quickly..." Fujiwara Izaya pulled her in and closed the door with his backhand.
The next second, rapid footsteps sounded outside, followed by Xia Xilin's sweet voice.
"Fuka-Eri, are you in there?"
Fujiwara Izaya winked at Kasahara Fuka-Eri desperately.
"..." Kasahara Fuka-Eri probably understood why he hid in. He cleared his throat and replied, "Yes."
"I thought I saw a man coming in just now."
"What?"
The first voice that sounded was Asuka Kasahara's voice.
"Little sister, don't be afraid, sister will help you catch him." Xia Xilin gently spoke to the invisible little sister inside, and opened the compartment doors one by one to search.
It was confirmed that except for two compartments, the rest were empty, uu Kanshu www.uukanshu.com It was impossible to hide people.
Xia Xilin clapped her hands and announced loudly: "Okay, this is a false alarm. You two ladies can take a shower in peace."
"Sister is here too?" Kasahara Asuka asked.
"Sister?" Xia Xilin blinked and laughed happily, "It turns out to be Asuka, long time no see, do you still remember Sister Lizi?"
"Hmm..." Kasahara Asuka thought for a while, "The one with big breasts?"
"Hahaha, yes, yes, sister will go eat delicious food with you later."
"No, I have to go shopping with senior later."
"senior?"
In the locker room here, Fujiwara Izaya looked stunned and hurriedly turned his questioning eyes to Kasahara Fuka-Eri.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri shook her head and said that she had never said anything about it.
That's good, what a shit... Fujiwara Izaya breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately picked it up again, praying desperately in his heart - Senior sister, seniors usually take care of you, please don't say my name.
.
"Oh, Asuka's boyfriend." Amidst the sound of water, Asuka Kasahara's voice sounded shy again.
"I'll introduce you to my sister later." Xia Xilin's happy eyes concealed a bit of cruelty, and she said to her in a friendly voice, "Sister will give you a meeting gift, I guarantee it will be a big surprise."
"Hehe~"
Kasahara Asuka laughed proudly.
Then, she asked her sister here: "Sister, are you next door? Say something."
"Oh, yes, yes..." Kasahara Fuka-Eri had never encountered such a situation before. After replying, she fell into silence again, facing an awkward face with Fujiwara Izaya who was hiding inside.