My love index is at its maximum.

After finishing the drink in her glass, Kuriyama Sakura poured herself another glass and drank it down.

It was as if he was planning to actually get drunk.

The moonlit night was deep, and the beech trees outside the window swayed in the sea breeze. Their tall canopies made one feel that their deep blackness stretched all the way to the distant sea.

In the wardrobe.

The little cutie peeked out through the gap, looking very aggrieved.

He just agreed to date me, and now he's chatting so enthusiastically with another girl.

Tokyoites are absolutely awful!

Yui glanced at her sideways and said softly, "Ninomiya-san, this guy's character isn't very reliable. You should stay away from him."

“Stay away from him…” Shiori Ninomiya retorted sharply, “so I can give you my spot, right?”

"..." Yui Kikawa gritted her teeth, "He was always mine!"

"Not now!"

Shh, don't be so loud!

"That's right, we need to keep an eye on Kuriyama-san and not let her have any chance to take advantage!"

The wardrobe fell silent again, two pairs of eyes fixed intently on the outside, their gazes unusually cold.

Kuriyama Sakura was a little tipsy; her cheeks and neck were slightly flushed, and her eyes were blurry with drunkenness.

The wind kept blowing in from the sea, and she closed her eyes, letting the night wind blow.

Looking at her martyr-like face, Tsukasa Tazaki felt a surge of tenderness and couldn't help but want to hold her.

Of course, it's just a thought.

The room was quiet. Kuriyama Sakura turned around and glanced at him, then began to slowly pace back and forth in the room with her hands behind her back.

Tsukasa Tazaki leaned back in his chair, listening intently to the sound of her footsteps.

There was no sound.

The tiny feet, encased in ultra-thin stockings, made almost no sound as they stepped onto the wooden floor.

As she reached the door, Kuriyama Sakura turned back and walked towards the window.

Tazaki Tsukasa remained seated on the floor, the warm light streaming from the ceiling illuminating his face. Kuriyama Sakura gazed at the glow on his face and realized she was facing a new challenge.

There was anticipation and disappointment; bittersweetness and timidity. Thoughts sometimes swelled and sometimes contracted, sometimes seeming as bright and sunny, sometimes as desolate and gloomy.

Impossible! Beautiful things will eventually become the past. But before stepping out of that door, why not be bold and show off your charm as the fake queen right under their noses? Warn them not to get any funny ideas, and at the same time, let them know your unique place in his heart!

Kuriyama Sakura returned to her chair and sat down, gracefully crossing her legs.

“Come here…” She beckoned to Tsukasa Tazaki with her finger, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Tsukasa Tazaki suspected she was up to something.

But not knowing what she was playing, he obediently moved closer.

Then, Kuriyama Sakura lifted her left leg and placed it directly on his shoulder, gently swaying it: "I've been walking in high heels all day, and it hurts terribly. Please rub it for me, Captain."

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Tsukasa Tazaki: "..."

What kind of development is this?

He stared blankly at his beloved minister, whose beautiful cheeks were flushed, whether from shyness or simply from the smell of alcohol, he couldn't tell.

"Didn't you hear me?"

Kuriyama Sakura, leaning on the armrest, cupped her cheek in her palm and casually instructed, "Massage, especially the ankles."

“Minister…” Tsukasa Tazaki leaned back slowly, his voice hoarse, “Stop fooling around…”

"Who's messing with you?"

Kuriyama Sakura sneered, hooking her left leg, which was draped over his shoulder, down to prevent him from leaning back, and then stretching her right leg directly to his nose: "What, aren't you a leg fetishist? This should be a huge perk for you."

"..." Feeling guilty, Tsukasa Tazaki couldn't help but steal a glance at the wardrobe.

Kuriyama Sakura twitched her toes: "Hurry up."

"All right……"

Tazaki Tsukasa's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily as he slowly placed his hand on her black-stockinged legs.

The black over-the-knee stockings are made of very high-end material, and feel exceptionally smooth to the touch. They are also as thin as cicada wings, making it feel as if you are directly caressing her skin.

After getting a little used to it, Tsukasa Tazaki straightened his back and lifted her left leg slightly.

Under the force, Kuriyama Sakura involuntarily leaned back slightly. Her calves were slender and graceful, while her thighs were rounded and slightly fleshy.

"Let me give you a massage..."

Sakura Kuriyama, suppressing her embarrassment, said coldly, "I didn't ask you to stand there like an idiot!"

"understand!"

Tsukasa Tazaki nodded.

The Empress's bold move made him vaguely feel that she had guessed there was someone in the room and did it deliberately.

If he touches that leg, he'll definitely be met with the wrath of his mistress and ex-girlfriend. Tonight could really turn into a real battleground.

So, this leg...

We absolutely have to touch it!

Isn't the point of living to see beautiful legs in stockings?

Society always demands that men be fearless... A strange fighting spirit ignited in Tsukasa Tazaki's heart. He grabbed Sakura Kuriyama's right ankle with one hand and held her delicate, jade-like foot in his other hand.

Kuriyama Sakura trembled slightly as if she had been electrocuted, and instinctively tried to pull her foot back.

Tsukasa Tazaki quickly grabbed her tightly, preventing her from escaping his grasp.

joke!

Once it's practically in your mouth, do you think you can escape?

Kuriyama Sakura glared at him fiercely, opening her mouth as if to say something, but ultimately remained silent out of embarrassment.

Tsukasa Tazaki carefully cradled her right foot in his hands.

Her delicate, rounded toes were neatly arranged in a row, and the pink toenails were faintly visible at the seams of the stockings.

“So thin~”

"Enough with the nonsense!"

"Well then, I'll begin."

Tazaki Tsukasa held the girl's smooth and delicate feet in his left hand, while his right hand massaged her ankle by caressing her black stockings.

"Wait a minute, you'll see..." Kuriyama Sakura muttered to herself, without making any gesture of resistance. Instead, she turned her head away embarrassedly, her cheeks slightly flushed, and unconsciously nibbled at her hand.

Due to tension and strain, her body slowly began to sweat, and her little feet emitted a unique and pleasant sweaty smell.

Tsukasa Tazaki lifted her toes and massaged them carefully.

This situation had exceeded the minister's tolerance limit, and she seemed to want to pull her foot back, but unfortunately, Tsukasa Tazaki did not allow her to do so.

Her alluring little feet, encased in black stockings, were firmly held in his warm hands. Kuriyama Sakura's face flushed red, her white teeth biting her lower lip tightly, her eyes blurry as if tears were about to well up.

The minister began to regret it.

Knowing full well that the only member is a leg fetishist, he still offered himself up like that. What's the difference between that and giving himself away for free?

"You two hurry up and come out..." Kuriyama Sakura cried out in her heart, her eyes constantly glancing at the wardrobe, urging the two of them to come out quickly so that the scumbag could face the judgment of justice as soon as possible!

But the more anxious she became, the quieter the noise from inside the wardrobe grew...

A breeze from the sea occasionally swept up the mountainside, rustling the leaves of the beech trees, carrying in the salty scent of the sea and the fragrance of the leaves. Lonely lampposts lined the coastal highway, stretching endlessly along the coastline at equal intervals into the distance.

Tazaki Tsukasa's feelings grew complicated. Looking into the department head's bright, glassy eyes, he asked softly, "I've always had a question: how much does Kuriyama-san enjoy being with me?"

Under the lights, Kuriyama Sakura seemed to glow softly.

She gave a self-deprecating laugh and said, "I can't put it into words. But I know in my heart that I'd rather argue with you than talk to anyone else."

Whether it was her feelings or the language that carried them, she strained her legs as if trying to crush his head.

On a seductive summer night, it's easy to get carried away and blurt out things you usually keep to yourself.

Looking at the person beside her, gazing into his silvery, bright eyes, her soft lips parted slightly once more on his cool, moonlit face: "The person I like has someone she likes, and the person she likes is quite nice too. So I hope they can have a smooth relationship and stay together forever."

"And what about your preferences?" Tsukasa Tazaki asked. "Aren't you worried about having nowhere to put them?"

"My love..."

Kuriyama Sakura tilted her head cutely and looked at him with an affectionate fifth-gear smile: "She'll probably just roll around next to those two, she'll always be there."

The smile slowly faded.

Just when Tsukasa Tazaki thought she was about to cry, the department head suddenly reached out and quickly pinched her ear: "Is it exciting to flirt with me under the noses of two girls?"

"what--"

A scream from Tsukasa Tazaki rang out.

The wardrobe door swung open with a "whoosh," and Shiori Ninomiya and Yui Kikawa rushed out instantly.

The little cutie's cheeks puffed up like an inflated tennis ball: "Sakura, how could you use your legs to seduce Kiki!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly laughed again, and said to the minister with an angelic face and voice, "I am now Kiki's official wife, unlike you who are still the rumored wife."

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Tsukasa Tazaki never expected this.

His usually most considerate concubine delivered the most painful blow right from the start.

Kuriyama Sakura's gaze instantly turned extremely cold, her beautiful face expressionless, sending a chill down Tazaki Tsukasa's spine.

"You lost." Another equally aloof and brilliant girl crossed her arms and looked at the minister with pity: "He kissed me, and you got nothing!"

Kuriyama Sakura frowned.