"I don't care, but if strangers see your kindness, they might think you are abnormal. Be careful!" Hoshimi Rinko smiled elegantly, walked to the bed, bent down and picked up a pair of black
Silk Stockings, turned around and asked: "You're not a pervert, are you?"
"I don't think so..." Fujiwara Izaya scratched his hair.
Hoshi saw Rinko putting her hands in the pockets of her skirt and looking around in a funny way: "Hey, that woman, listen to me, her stockings are still hot, so you definitely haven't gone far. Why don't you keep keeping an eye on this place with your eyes wide open?"
Come out and have a nice chat?"
"There's no one here..." Fujiwara Izaya felt a little helpless. He quickly found the black tea from the carton she brought and soaked it with the quilt on the table.
Hoshimi Rinko came to the small table and sat down, biting her lip and staring at the table: "Are the stockings Fuka-Eri's?"
At this time, Fujiwara Izaya also saw the cigarette butts left on the table, a slender lady's cigarette, and the filter was still stained with lipstick marks. After thinking for a while, he nodded and replied: "Yes, it belongs to Miss Fuka-Eri."
In the closet, Kasahara Fuka-Eri frowned fiercely.
"Hey, that's a good thing..." Xia Xili said softly, "I've always thought that Fuka Eri is very suitable for her. Why don't you just go out and recognize her."
There was a hint of excitement in her voice. Kasahara Fuka-Eri turned her head and looked at her with a cold look that seemed to say, "I'm not interested in this kind of thing."
Xia Xili smiled slightly and said no more.
There was silence in the closet. Outside the closet, Hoshimi Rinko put down her black socks, boldly crossed her legs and sat down, taking a nice sip of the freshly brewed black tea.
The legs are very beautiful.
Also, she was wearing a loose, open-chested black short-sleeved shirt.
As long as Fujiwara Izaya moves his eyes a little, he can see the small bulge of the girlish figure.
"By the way," Hoshimi Rinko suddenly said, "The person wearing the rubber coat is Fuka-Eri, right?"
"Well, it's her!" Fujiwara Izaya followed her words, "She came here just now to tell me what happened tonight. She took off her stockings by the way. I'm definitely not a pervert!"
"Come on, I still don't know what kind of person you are." Hoshimi Rinko said in a tone that understood him very well, "According to your persistence in smell, if I didn't come, you would definitely grab someone's socks and smell them.
"
"..." Fujiwara Izaya was speechless.
To be honest, it is natural to be sensitive to smells. He really just wants to record the smell. He is not a pervert. Why don't these people believe it?
It was raining outside the window, and the two of them were drinking black tea.
"G, Fujiwara," after a moment of silence, Hoshimi Rinko said as if she suddenly remembered, "Why did you join the Nine Sections?"
"It's a job," Fujiwara Izaya said. "The work was easy and the pay was decent, so I joined."
"Isn't it for Fuka-Eri?"
"For what?"
"Her legs are beautiful."
"..." Fujiwara Izaya didn't quite understand why she suddenly mentioned this. He held the cup with both hands and changed his position to stare into her eyes, "There are so many women with beautiful legs in the world, and I can't get close to every one of them.
Bar?"
"Well, that makes sense." Hoshimi Rinko pondered for a moment, then suddenly smiled gracefully, "But I might as well treat you with the greatest malice."
"At your age, why do you have pessimistic ideas!" Fujiwara Izaya drank up the black tea and placed the empty cup on the coffee table. "You should look at me with the eyes of discovering beauty. At least I have many advantages, the biggest of which is
honest……"
Hoshimi Rinko didn't listen to him, but murmured: "pessimistic, pessimistic, only looking for the dark side of the world..." After repeating this several times, she raised her face and looked at Fujiwara Izaya intently, "I'm eighteen
Years old, maybe I am not mature yet. But if I am a pessimistic person,
Then all the non-pessimistic adults in the world are monsters!"
"Yeah, that makes sense." Fujiwara Izaya nodded silently.
Even though she was being persecuted so miserably by Asuka, the senior still maintained strong self-confidence and elegant posture. From this aspect, she is indeed not a pessimist. On the contrary, she is very positive and optimistic, which deserves encouragement.
"Hey, Fujiwara..." Hoshimi Rinko cleared her throat.
Fujiwara Izaya looked over.
She bit her lower lip slightly, as if she was sorting out her sentences. If you look closely, you can see that the senior sister has a dignified and beautiful face, and her appearance is enough to make everyone like her. Especially her eyes, which are always so clear and shining.
"How far have you and Asuka come?" Rinko Hoshimi asked.
"Well, it's not even close to kissing..." Fujiwara Izaya answered cautiously.
"Besides Asuka, how many others are there?"
"It sounds like a long story. It's very, very long. Anyway, if there is really something, I will definitely tell you as soon as possible."
"There's no need to argue with me," Rinko Hoshimi said in a cold voice, "I'm just your senior, not your wife. But I have one thing to say to you: There's something wrong with you."
"Maybe." Fujiwara Izaya looked at her.
In the depths of the faint smile enveloped by an aurora curtain, there are two children as clear as polar ice. The rain is still falling outside the house, and thunder sounds from time to time, as if the sound comes from a distant world.
"If you continue like this, even if you encounter serious misfortune in the future, I'm afraid it will be your own fault. I think you have always had a fundamental problem, which is like a magnet that attracts all kinds of troubles. Therefore, a woman with a flexible mind
They all want to run away from you as soon as possible."
"I'm an idiot, okay!" Hoshimi Rinko couldn't help but smile.
Fujiwara Izaya clapped his hands gently: "Sober self-awareness!"
Rinko Hoshimi smiled slightly and said, "But I'm still smart most of the time."
"Actually, seniors are very smart except in front of me." Fujiwara Izaya said, admiring her elegant face with relish, "When I first saw seniors, I made up my mind to find someone as beautiful as me.
I want this woman to go back to the mountains and plant vegetables with me.”
"What vegetables to grow?"
"Everything is good, eggplant, cabbage, tomatoes, and some ducks by the way."
"Why not raise chickens?"
"Ducks can take us to look for loaches, shrimps and crabs in the paddy fields, but chickens can't. Chickens are afraid of water."
The conversation between the two got further and further, and finally they ended up talking about how to grow potatoes and make natto.
In the closet, Kasahara Fuka-Eri felt something was wrong the more she listened, and asked Xia Xili beside her quietly: "Although I don't understand, is it really okay for two adolescents of the opposite sex to have a tryst in the middle of the night and talk about this kind of topic?"
Xia Xili looked at them through the gap in the wardrobe, and then looked at Kasahara Fuka-Eri, thoughtfully.
"That's what I like." She murmured.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked straight at her, her eyes full of incomprehension.
"It's just like a tree. The buds always grow at night..." Xia Xili said as if she had experienced it before. "By the time you realize it, the buds have already grown all over the branches, and you just fell in love with it."
"How do you know if you like..." Kasahara Fuka-Eri fell into deep thought again.
"It's very simple, just proper physical contact." Xia Xili blinked her delicate eyelashes and smiled confidently, "For example, you hold his hand, and then ask yourself in your mind: Does it feel good? Okay, then
I just like it. If it’s not good, then it’s no use.”
Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked away.
At this time, in the middle of the conversation outside the closet, someone seemed to be knocking on the door.
"Senior, senior, senior—"
Kasahara Asuka's voice is as lively as a parrot.
"There's a good show to watch." Xia Xili looked like she didn't mind the matter at all and stared outside excitedly, "My sister is here, my aunt is here, and my senior is here too. Now, just look at this carefree kid.
How to deal with the little devil school girl?"
"..." Kasahara Fuka-Eri felt that things were starting to get complicated.
Outside the closet, Hoshi saw Rinko's expression turned cold.
After giving Fujiwara Izaya a warning look, she looked left and right, and finally walked to the closet.
"...Don't go to the closet!" Fujiwara Izaya tried to save himself.
However.
The senior sister ignored him.
Go to the closet and brush it open.
Four eyes to two eyes.
Hoshimi Rinko was silent for a long time.
Before getting into the cabinet, she looked back at Fujiwara Izaya, with a terrifying murderous intent in her eyes.
Haha, today is really interesting. I hope there won't be any bloody disaster... Fujiwara Izaya walked over and opened the door with stiff steps.
"Senior is so slow."
The moment the words fell, the girl's little hands wrapped around his neck.
"Slow, wait..." Fujiwara Izaya didn't dare to move, and couldn't move.
He felt a little nervous, but also a little happy. The emotions he had just been half-stirred by chestnuts came back immediately, and his heart beat very fast.
"It's just the two of us." Kasahara Asuka stood on tiptoes and breathed into his ear with her pink lips, "Tonight, senior, you can't resist!"
The youthful and charming voice, words and warm and moist breath quietly penetrate the ears.
Fujiwara Izaya felt as if he had been treated with electric shock, and his heart was shaking.
"This won't work." He remained rational in front of him.
"What's wrong?" Kasahara Asuka asked sweetly in his ear, her expression noble and majestic, "Are you going to disobey my order?"
"No, it's not good to be discovered..."
"There are only two of us here."
There are too many people here to form a mahjong table... Fujiwara Izaya began to struggle.
As soon as he moved, his reaction became more obvious. Kasahara Asuka felt it and looked at him with a red face: "Senior is very energetic!"
"You are so young, don't be so bad!" Fujiwara Izaya didn't dare to move.
"Hey," Asuka Kasahara hooked her arm around his neck and stood on tiptoes, "Senior, don't you want to see what Asuka is wearing?"
Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head and looked down.
The traditional white-crotch miko uniform, with the collar and cuffs embroidered with golden lace that symbolizes power, looks extremely gorgeous. The already gorgeous clothing, coupled with the noble appearance she inherited from her mother, instantly made Fujiwara
Izaya suddenly seemed to see Mrs. Kasahara in her teenage years.
"These are mom's clothes," the little demon schoolgirl bit her lower lip, opening her big watery eyes and timidly leaning against him, "Also, senior, you only need to lift up your skirt..."
"Ah, no, I'm going to get a drink of water..." Fujiwara Izaya was about to turn around and leave, but couldn't take a step forward.
Because his legs were hugged.
"Senior!" Asuka Kasahara sat sideways on the floor, hugging his thighs tightly with both hands, "You are not allowed to go anywhere tonight!"
As she spoke, she pressed her little face tightly against Fujiwara Izaya's thigh, looking like a poor little girl abandoned by a scumbag.
"I just drank water..." Fujiwara Izaya said with a headache.
"I can only accompany Asuka tonight!" As he said that, Asuka Kasahara raised her head and looked at him with her big watery eyes.
My mother's clothes looked a little too big and wrinkled when she was wearing them. Despite this, she still looked like a charming mature woman, revealing a temperament that might be called arrogant and refined.
Sitting on the ground, her seductive collarbones were already exposed under her collar, and her slender white legs were also exposed under her miko skirt.
Looking at the delicate and noble eyebrows that were almost the same as those of her mother, Izaya Fujiwara thought of those delicate curves full of femininity.
As soon as he imagined the demeanor of Chairman Kasahara, his throat rumbled.
Asuka Kasahara raised her head slightly, her eyes wide open, without blinking.
Although the face was not clearly visible at a close distance, the face reflected in the light gave Fujiwara Izaya an intuitive feeling that it was charming, delicate, and even a little coquettish.
She is obviously shy, but her face is so red, but her expression is so noble and beautiful. The genes of the Kasahara family are really powerful.
"What's going on?" Fujiwara Izaya's voice became hoarse.
"Squat down and I'll tell you slowly." Asuka Kasahara said with a smile.
After Fujiwara Izaya squatted down, she pounced on him and gently pressed his rolled Adam's apple with her fingers, "Let's study together tonight."
"What?"
"Asuka has prepared some study materials."
"Is it what I think?"
"That's right."
The rain continued to fall outside the window, and the sound of rain covered up some movement. The thin wooden floor made a sour sound. The two of them came to the mat and got into bed.
Then, all movement disappeared.
In the closet, three pairs of eyes looked at each other.
"Want to go out and take a look?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri asked nervously.
"Go and teach him a lesson!" Xing Jian Rinzi looked cold and stern.
"G, wait..." Xia Xili smiled softly, "It's not enough now, wait until there is some movement before going out."
Under the covers.
A small screen was on, playing a learning video.
Asuka Kasahara's big eyes stared at the female teacher in high heels and black stockings who was taking a handicraft class. Her little hands were a little clumsy. Because of her nervousness and shyness, her palms were so soft that it almost made people lose their senses. She was sweating slightly, and her muscles were gradually breaking.
Blood appears.
"Asuka..." Fujiwara Izaya stretched out his hand and hugged her slender waist as if he couldn't wait.
"Um--"
Kasahara Asuka responded in a fascinating way.
The sound was so strange that Fujiwara Izaya subconsciously skipped a beat of his heart, fearing that someone in the closet would notice something unusual.
He held his breath and did not dare to make a sound.
The air in the quilt became increasingly turbid.
Two long minutes passed, but there was no movement from the closet.
Fujiwara Izaya was covered in sweat, and while he breathed a sigh of relief, his heart beat faster.
"Senior, you will do the same to me later." Kasahara Asuka's soft body curled up in his arms. It was obviously not a physical job, but she was so tired that she couldn't stop breathing.
Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but hugged her tightly and tried it with both hands.
The little devil didn't lie, and the witch's skirt was undefended.
After finally taking out his hand, Fujiwara Izaya was afraid that she would make strange noises, so he could only hold her waist and dare not touch her.
"Senior, hold on tighter." Kasahara Asuka's tone was confused.
Fujiwara Izaya temporarily forgot that there is such a thing as a wardrobe in the world.
Under the dark quilt, he hugged the schoolgirl's body tightly, feeling her smooth and graceful back and tight belly.
"Senior's body is so good..." Kasahara Asuka breathed hard but contentedly, blinking watery eyes, and stopped moving along with the screen.
Fujiwara Izaya felt that the oxygen was gone and he felt slightly suffocated.
"Senior!" Asuka Kasahara licked her lower lip, "Is it time to take the next step?"
"Wait a minute..." Fujiwara Izaya shook his head and refused.
"Okay, you can last a long time anyway." Kasahara Asuka leaned close to him, buried her head in his arms, and continued to ask: "Senior, does anyone like you now?"
"...Not yet." Fujiwara Izaya gritted his teeth, "If I want to have a favorable impression, Asuka is definitely at the top."
"Are you attracted to Asuka?" Kasahara Asuka asked.
"My heart is moved. If I'm not moved, I'd be an idiot..." Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head and kissed the center of her eyebrows, "Don't think too much, you're just stupid if you like this kind of thing. Maybe I'll do it in the next second.
I like you, maybe I won’t for the rest of my life, I can’t say…”
"I can probably understand." Kasahara Asuka used force in retaliation.
Fujiwara Izaya subconsciously touched her butt.
It is stiff and elastic, not as soft as Miss Mei Kee, but it has a different flavor.
From his point of view, as a normal and adolescent male, of course he cannot refuse the soft body of a woman, not to mention a peerless beauty like Kasahara Asuka, and she is also noble and beautiful, and she only wants to tease him.
but.
"I will leave later." he said.
"Why?" Kasahara Asuka stopped.
"I can't tell at the moment... Due to responsibility, I can't promise you anything now. I can only ask you not to go past the last step before you figure out each other's true feelings, lest you regret it in the future."
"I don't hate such seniors." Kasahara Asuka said softly.
"Thank you." Fujiwara Izaya kissed her forehead again.
"senior."
"Um?"
"What I want must be mine."
"hiss--"
Can't!
There's someone in the closet!
"Let's go somewhere else..." Fujiwara Izaya hurriedly arranged his clothes, hugged her waist, and quickly jumped out of the door.
The room suddenly became quiet.
Two minutes later, there was a crash, Kasahara Fuka-Eri and Hoshimi Rinko rushed out with cold faces, looking for people all over the room. Natsuki didn't go anywhere, and continued to stay in the room. Based on her attitude towards Fujiwara Rin
He also understands that he will soon fall into a trap.
After running out of the room, Fujiwara Izaya immediately came to the bathroom.
"You are here..." He put the girl on the sink.
"Senpai is so bad!" Kasahara Asuka's sexy back curve is slightly upward, graceful and full of elasticity.
"You were the one who led me astray!" Fujiwara Izaya hugged her slender waist, kissed her snow-white neck, and smelled the sweet citrus scent emanating from her long orange hair, through the thin miko skirt.
, that soft bouncing feeling is so real.
"What were you thinking about just now?" he asked.
"Hey, let's practice..." Asuka Kasahara supported him with her elbows, struggled out and squatted down. Fujiwara Izaya looked down at her, her pretty face as warm as jade, and her fair and tender skin, revealing
Ruddy and simply indescribably beautiful.
Suddenly, it was no longer clear whether she was the eccentric little devil or the noble, charming and charming Chairman.uuReading www.uukanshu.com
Not long after, subtle footsteps were heard in the distance.
"Change the place!" Without saying a word, Fujiwara Izaya pulled her out of the bathroom and hid under the kitchen table.
"Afraid of senior sister?" Asuka Kasahara asked curiously.
"Not only senior sister, but also your sister, and Li Zi..."
"They are all here——"
"Shh, keep your voice down, I'm sorry, it's me..."
“So exciting!”
"Um?"
Asuka-san, your thoughts are very dangerous!
Taking advantage of Fujiwara Izaya's daze, Asuka Kasahara lowered her head and kissed his lips. Their lips met, a sweet, cool, gentle touch, which resulted in a satisfied moan from the girl.
"Where did the person go..." Kasahara Fuka-Eri's voice and footsteps came.
Sister, don't leave, rescue me first... From the corner of Fujiwara Izaya's eye, he watched his sister's feet walking into the kitchen, turning around and then leaving. What she didn't know at all was that her sister was forcibly kissing someone else.
Woolen cloth.
Separation of lips and teeth.
Asuka Kasahara gasped for breath, her eyes were closed tightly, her eyelashes were quivering, and she was licking her lips unconsciously, as if she was still reminiscing about the taste of her first kiss. Her charming and charming appearance was so natural that it was hard to control herself.
"Asuka's first kiss is gone..."
"Senior should be responsible..."
"Otherwise, I will bite you off."
Saying that, the little demon schoolgirl stepped back a little and continued what she had not finished.
Under the dim table, Fujiwara Izaya looked at her charming little face, feeling indescribably charming.
"Ahem...what are you doing!"
"Okay, go back to the house!"
Fujiwara Izaya carried her out from under the table and ran back to the room.
"Senior!" Kasahara Asuka tightly grasped his collar with both hands, before she could wipe her lips.