This kind of gaze didn’t match Aunt’s temperant, but that’s just how she was, and Fujiwara Reya inexplicably felt ashad.
"I say, did you... use Mrs. Tanemura to create a Shikigami Binding Spirit, just like Aunt Risa transford from an ordinary person into a Snow Woman..." His words were spoken as if each one was being forced out, with a weight as heavy as a football filled with iron...
Natsuki Kuri’s accusatory look faded, replaced by a smile.
"Do you want to know why?" she asked.
"I do."
"Go and hold Fukaeri."
"?"
Fujiwara Reya and Kasahara Fumi both had question marks popping up over their heads.
"Be a good boy," Natsuki Kuri enjoyed the sensation of her fingers touching the boy’s skin, and his montary, undisguisable concern, "Fukaeri knows everything, so either you pry open her mouth, or you hold her and listen to what I have to say."
"Sister Fukaeri, can you tell ?" Fujiwara Reya turned to ask.
From his eyes, an unprecedented pleading could be seen, even a touch of humility... Kasahara Fumi’s face blushed slightly, but she chose to remain silent.
"Hurry up," Natsuki Kuri nudged Fujiwara Reya with her foot.
"Sorry, I need to know why..." Fujiwara Reya knelt down, crawling over the table to the other side.
Before he even touched her, Kasahara Fumi’s face flushed deeply, all the way to the tips of her ears. When Fujiwara Reya’s hand touched her, she instinctively panicked and tried to pull away, but his arms firmly hugged her. She could only pout slightly in the direction of Natsuki Kuri.
Natsuki Kuri was laughing rrily.
Fukaeri, this creature, had very keen senses but was no different from an idiot when it ca to emotions. On one hand, she wouldn’t break her promise to reveal the details of a collaboration without permission, and on the other hand, she couldn’t ignore Fujiwara Reya’s plea, leaving her awkwardly teased.
"Just for a mont..." Fujiwara Reya said cautiously.
Kasahara Fumi grabbed his collar with her left hand, pulling it down as if wanting him not to get too close. Her right hand gripped his wrist, trembling like a frightened quail.
"Can she speak now?" Fujiwara Reya asked Natsuki Kuri.
"Hold her tighter," Natsuki Rin egged them on, "look into each other’s eyes, say so words, and only then turn back to after two minutes."
Fujiwara Reya had no choice but to hold Kasahara Fumi in front of him, making them look at each other.
The pure and warm body, the sensation flowed through his palms, from Fukaeri’s face to her chest, there was a tranquility and clarity like a maple forest after the rain. And that nervous and bewildered blushing face looked like a ripe persimmon, ready to burst at a touch. This face, with its beautiful brows, eyes filled with incredibly rich information, an expressive nose, and lips thinner and more sensual than average, was exceedingly expressive.
To ease the awkwardness, Fujiwara Reya spoke as if fishing for a topic, "Um, I have a question, will you kill later?"
"...No," Kasahara Fumi said with a whimper, her lips moist and shiny, like a peach with the right shade of red. It could be said that they were tiny, cute yet not lacking in sensuality red lips.
"Or maybe you could hit a few tis later?" Fujiwara Reya said, "Even though I said I would lt you, this isn’t exactly how I intended. If you don’t hit a few tis, I feel a bit guilty."
Kasahara Fumi wanted to tilt her head up, but the young man’s breath kept drilling into her nose. Just as she moved slightly, she imdiately lowered it again and whispered, "Don’t let Asuka know."
"..." Fujiwara Reya suddenly rembered that the juniors and seniors were waiting for him to co back with shaved ice.
*Would he scold him if he got back late?*
*Maybe tonight they’d give him the cold shoulder all evening.*
*But that was okay, because Sister’s body was so amazing, that slender waist exuded an intimacy beyond human comprehension. Fujiwara Reya originally half-reluctantly held on, but now he found himself a little intoxicated. The sea breeze outside was already quite cool, but it was still hot in the compartnt, their clothing, and their fragrance all rippling with the late spring atmosphere.*
"By the way, I must complint you again," Fujiwara Reya slightly lowered his head, looking at the top of her lowered head, "Fukaeri’s scent is genuinely pleasant. For , this is my favorite sll."
"Shut up! Don’t call Fukaeri!" Kasahara Fumi said, a little embarrassed and annoyed.
*This little guy knew how to take advantage. Not to ntion anything else, just the way he addressed her: initially, it was the respectful and polite Miss Kasahara, and as he got to know her, it beca Miss Fukaeri. After they were alone in the tennis court’s changing room, he took the liberty to call her Sister Fukaeri, and sotis would directly call her Sister, such audacity. Now, he was making the most of this opportunity by directly calling her Fukaeri... what would he call her next? Darling? Or perhaps Mrs.? Or fast forward to calling her mother of his children?*
*The more she thought about it, the angrier she got,* Kasahara Fumi gritted her teeth, vehently swearing, "Scoundrel!"
Fujiwara Reya also lowered his head, intending to see her expression when she pursed her lips into a line, staring motionlessly at her knees. The skin under the hem of her yukata, tightly clinging knees, smooth and polished like jade.
Two minutes later, Fujiwara Reya released her and looked back at Natsuki Kuri.
Kasahara Fumi imdiately turned her back, gripping her clothes and looking out the window.
"What’s it like feeling? How does Fukaeri’s body compare to mine?" Natsuki Kuri asked exceedingly tenderly. But the listener could hear the chilling undertone in her voice. Clearly, she was angry. It was unclear what the reason was, but having proactively told Fujiwara Reya to hold Kasahara Fumi, it must certainly have been an action against her will, thus she amplified her anger.
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