"I have read Junichiro Kawabata." Fujiwara Reya resisted the urge to hold her in his arms, letting the rain pelt his back, "Oh right, the heroine in ’Lost Paradise’ is also nad Rinko. But alas, senpai is just a girl; if only she were an unfaithful young woman like the Rinko in Kawabata’s novel... Ouch—"
Hoshimi Rinko stomped heavily on his foot.
"You’re so annoying," she pursed her soft cherry lips, dimples appearing on her cheeks as she sulked for a mont. Looking up, her bright and lively face broke into a smile, "Let’s go back, take a shower and change, and then have a good chat tonight!"
"Okay." Fujiwara Reya shielded her as they walked toward the courtyard.
Thunder rumbled overhead.
Even though it was sumr, there was a chill in the sudden rain, but Fujiwara Reya’s body heat spread from their occasionally brushing backs, penetrating deeply into Hoshimi Rinko’s heart.
This was an indescribable warmth, which made Hoshimi Rinko feel very comfortable. She decided to go to the junior’s room tonight, to connect with him so deeply that he would beco thoroughly infatuated, leading to an uncontrollable situation.
Back in the house, they parted ways in the hallway.
Fujiwara Reya reached his door, preparing to grab clothes for a shower.
He opened the door.
Blinked.
Swiftly shut the door.
"Am I just missing my aunt...?"
He touched his head, rubbed his eyes, then opened the door again.
The round white table reflected the ceiling lights, on it a glass ashtray held a thin, burning lady’s cigarette, the filter tipped with lipstick. Natsuki Kuri was stretching her long legs, taking off black stockings.
Beside her was the tall, long-legged Kasahara Fumi.
A black suit paired with a tight mini skirt, high heels, a bust and hips more pronounced than usual.
"You guys..." Fujiwara Reya opened his mouth, feeling a bit parched.
"Co in." Natsuki Kuri beckoned him with a finger.
"Why are you here..." Fujiwara Reya stepped inside, casually locking the door behind him.
"Ca to see my little playboy," Natsuki Kuri replied with a sly smile. On the table in front of her lay an August bouquet wrapped in newspaper, featuring cornflowers and roses.
The newspaper, soaked by rain, made the petals on the paper appear more vivid.
Fujiwara Reya tiptoed over, leaning on the windowsill with a cautious smile: "It was raining so hard outside, at least give a call so I can pick you up."
"Why are you standing so far away?" Natsuki Kuri had one leg’s stocking off, the other not.
Fujiwara Reya, always ready to flee through the window, responded nonchalantly: "Watching the rain."
"I was just here watching you and your senpai chatting sweetly in the rain," Natsuki Kuri said, stepping on one stocking and dragging the other as she walked over, grabbing his wrist and pulling him onto the tatami, "Be good, take your clothes off for !"
"What?"
"All wet, take them off quickly."
"...You can’t just touch ." Fujiwara Reya warned, reluctantly stripping off his top.
Sitting to the side, Kasahara Fumi, who hadn’t spoken, glanced at his toned chest and abs, then turned her face elsewhere.
Natsuki Kuri lowered herself, hands and knees on the ground, her body twisted, rear up. Her face showed a terrifying smile as she crawled toward Fujiwara Reya bit by bit.
"Let think, how should I punish your flirtatious behavior... how about this, play a little ga with , and I won’t bother you tonight..."
Hey, hey!
Two won and a man, on a stormy night, with dim lights, the sexy demon big sister crawling between his legs...
Stay calm!
"What kind of little ga..." Fujiwara Reya barely maintained his composure, continually adjusting his increasingly rapid breathing. But without giving him ti to prepare, Natsuki Kuri’s fragrant body threw itself onto him...
"Hey!"
"No yelling!"
"You’re on top of ..."
"Your kouhai is just next door, do you want her to hear the noise?"
"..." Fujiwara Reya instantly fell silent.
The sexy and seductive Natsuki Kuri lay provocatively atop him, her fingers gently, softly caressing his shoulder blades.
"So, what exactly are we playing?" Fujiwara Reya was highly tense, but there was also a hint of anticipation for the thrill in the depths of his eyes.
"Of course, the endurance ga!" Natsuki Kuri squinted slightly, revealing a creepy squinting smile, while one hand slipped into his pants, "I’ve been busy outside, while you’ve been living it up with two mother-daughter pairs... tell , is that right?"
A cold little hand, this won’t do... Fujiwara Reya couldn’t help but shudder.
"Right, right, right." He quickly admitted.
So scary!
Police sister, there’s a pervert here... Fujiwara Reya looked pleadingly at Kasahara Fumi.
I’m just an idiot... Kasahara Fumi’s cheeks flushed slightly, yet she still didn’t look this way, instead steadily staring at the rain outside the window. With her personality, there’s no way she’d sit here watching such a scene, so her remaining here can only an...
"Miss Fukaeri, does she have so nudes of you?" Fujiwara Reya asked with a twisted expression.
"Talking to another woman at a ti like this?" Natsuki Kuri’s actions carried a punitive force.
"Hiss..." Fujiwara Reya sucked in a breath of cool air.
At that mont, he was almost like the stiff, straight pine tree in the garden earlier, instinctively wrapping his arms around Natsuki Kuri’s waist, holding her tightly.
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