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"She posted that herself!"

"Oh."

"Calm down."

"I'm not angry."

"Then why are you looking at me with such a scary expression?"

"I'm just unhappy." Hoshimi Rinko stared at him with an elegant expression, but her smile was devoid of any warmth. "Isn't it normal for a woman to be unhappy and throw a tantrum?"

As she spoke, she opened her small mouth and gently took the spoon that Fujiwara Izaya handed her.

"..."

Fujiwara Izaya turned around and glared at the innocent junior who had a "none of my business" look on her face.

"When summer vacation comes, I'll give you a good beating!"

“Oh, right,” Kasahara Asuka completely ignored his threat, “and there’s Line, senpai, hurry up and get your phone.”

The two girls got together again, registered accounts, and created a group chat called "Kasahara, Hoshimi, Fujiwara". Then, the younger girl personally invited her older sister and mother to join, and the older girl, not to be outdone, also called her mother and invited her to join as well.

Ok.

While eating his sundae, Fujiwara Izaya pondered whether to change the group name to "A Loving Family".

"Cough cough!" Hoshimi Rinko suddenly coughed.

Fujiwara Izaya turned to look at him: "What's wrong?"

“You…” Hoshimi Rinko glanced at the spoon in his hand, shifted her buttocks slightly back, and said with a look of disgust, “Even if you like me, you don’t need to do such a lewd thing in secret, do you?”

"?" Fujiwara Izaya was completely confused.

"It seems you're already hopelessly in love with me," Hoshimi Rinko sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. "You pretend to casually use the spoon I used to eat ice cream, creating the illusion of an accidental kiss, hoping to make me overthink things. Sorry, I'm not that shallow; that trick doesn't work on me."

"..."

Fujiwara Izaya took a deep breath.

He put down his spoon, picked up his coffee instead, and stirred the ice with another spoon.

The ice cubes collided with the glass, making a crisp, cool sound. Listening to it made him feel much better. He then turned to his senior and explained, "It really was unintentional. I just love sundaes the most, and I momentarily forgot that the spoon was yours."

"I've never heard you say you like sundaes before."

"That's enough, I want to study!"

Hoshimi Rinko rested her chin on her hand, looking at him with a slow smile: "You look cute when you're feeling guilty."

For a fleeting moment, Fujiwara Izaya thought he saw Shinomiya Kaguya. Both were beautiful and elegant young ladies, and both had flat chests, so they did look somewhat alike.

Forget it.

We can't afford to mess with them.

Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head, focusing all his attention on the review materials.

He was tall and fit, and looked incredibly handsome and sunny in his school uniform. His slender fingers gripped the page, sunlight streamed onto his pristine white shirt, and his focused expression made him an instant heartthrob for any girl.

Inside the restaurant, faint screams from girls could be heard.

However, with the two young ladies sandwiching him in the middle, no one dared to approach him.

"Your relationship with your senior is so good," Asuka Kasahara said with envy.

"To say we have a good relationship would be an understatement." Hoshimi Rinko tucked her hair behind her ear and picked up the ice cream spoon that Fujiwara Izaya had just used. "I would only say that we have a decent relationship."

Kasahara Asuka had never seen such an adorable tsundere.

So cute, so incredibly cute, in short, an irresistibly adorable loser!

"Hehe~"

The mischievous junior chuckled softly, lowered her head to eat her curry rice, and accidentally bumped her arm against something.

"pat~"

Fujiwara Izaya looked away from his study materials and saw the chopsticks at his feet.

"Senior, could you pick this up for me?" Kasahara Asuka called out sweetly, her alluring little lips glistening, as if she were wearing some kind of lipstick.

"Ok."

The innocent Fujiwara Izaya bent down to pick up the chopsticks.

A thigh covered by a white stocking suddenly draped over his leg, and at the same time, the pen he had been using just now inexplicably fell and landed on that leg.

Fujiwara Izaya suddenly raised his head.

His guilty gaze involuntarily drifted towards Hoshimi Rinko.

At that moment, the senior student was focused on eating her sundae ice cream. Her elegant expression, so focused on the food, seemed to belong to a completely different world from the lewd atmosphere under the table.

calm down!

Stay calm!

Fujiwara Izaya looked down at his review materials.

Two hands were under the table, one holding the junior's thigh, the other gripping a pen, both trembling slightly.

Sunlight streamed in, and Asuka Kasahara tilted her head to look at him, her eyes bright and affectionate: "Senpai, can you write a tally mark?"

"..." Fujiwara Izaya subconsciously glanced at the loose bow at her neckline, wondering if she was serious or just setting a trap.

He knows his female classmates quite well.

Writing this word will bring a lot of trouble and more entanglements.

Wait a moment.

Even if I don't write it, there will still be a lot of trouble and more entanglements.

Hoshimi Rinko tilted her head in confusion: "What are you two doing?"

"I was thinking, when will I be able to be as elegant as you, senior?" Kasahara Asuka looked at her with longing, and casually rubbed her leg against Fujiwara Izaya's palm.

Fujiwara Izaya's heart pounded.

He still possessed the necessary self-control, but his seventeen-year-old body, brimming with youthful vigor, was reacting in ways he couldn't control. Besides, they were doing this right under his senior's nose, for goodness' sake—it was too thrilling…

“You’re still young, you’ll have it later.” Hoshimi Rinko proudly tossed her head like a victor.

Her long hair, billowing in the breeze, brushed past Fujiwara Izaya's nose, carrying with it the faint scent of gardenias emanating from her. Inhaling her fragrance, his trembling hand traced the first horizontal stroke of a tally mark on the inside of her thigh.

"Hmm~"

Kasahara Asuka's body trembled slightly.

Fujiwara Izaya quickly stopped writing.

"What's wrong with you?" Hoshimi Rinko turned around again with a puzzled look.

"Curry," Kasahara Asuka said, trying to hide something, sticking out her tongue and fanning herself, "It's so spicy, Asuka's burning!"

Her face was slightly flushed, and there was a thin layer of sweat on her cheeks... she looked like she had been burned by the spiciness.

Hoshimi Rinko didn't suspect anything. After taking a couple of bites of ice cream, she also brought over her own curry rice.

The rich aroma of curry wafts up, and the beef and potatoes are placed on top of the rice. Scooping up a spoonful of rice and putting it in your mouth, it is indeed a bit spicy.

"Whoo~"

Hoshimi Rinko let out a satisfied sigh and took two more bites of ice cream.

Beside him, Fujiwara Izaya, with one hand supporting the inside of his junior's delicate thigh, wrote the first tally mark.

"Whoo~"

He let out a satisfied sigh.

His fingers gently caressed the delicate skin there. Although the air in the store was cool and dry, he felt hot and sticky, as if he was about to explode.

However, Asuka Kasahara's thigh continued to rub against his hand.

That means, if others aren't enough, then the seniors should continue.

Fujiwara Izaya raised his eyes and met her gaze.

“Senpai…” Kasahara Asuka blushed and breathed softly.

That look in his eyes didn't seem like he was teasing him.

"Impossible..." Fujiwara Izaya felt a little guilty.

My junior classmate has a fiery personality, and a bit of a flirt, so I wouldn't mind doing something intimate with her. But judging from her high-attack, low-imitation skills, she should have shyed away after writing the first tally mark, right? Why is she still persisting...?

To the right, Hoshimi Rinko was intently eating her curry, her movements and expression both elegant.

"Senpai..." Kasahara Asuka called out again.

Hoshimi Rinko looked up at her and said, "Your face is so red."

"It's okay, it's very spicy," Asuka Kasahara said, then suddenly frowned cutely, "Hmm~~"

Fujiwara Izaya quickly stopped writing.

"Would you like me to pour you a drink?" Hoshimi Rinko asked with concern.

“No, ha,” Kasahara Asuka frowned slightly in pain, “I bit my tongue.”

At this moment, Fujiwara Izaya finished writing the second character.

Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, Asuka Kasahara suddenly reached under the table, pressed down on his hand, and slid it deeper, as if she wanted him to write more and harder.

Fujiwara Izaya controlled his mind, but not his hands.

In the sunlight, Hoshimi Rinko ate her curry rice with relish, then asked the waiter for a glass of iced water to drink.

As they were finishing their meal, Asuka Kasahara calmly left her seat, stood in the aisle, made a "heave-ho" sound, pointed at Izaya Fujiwara and beckoned with her finger, then smiled serenely, swayed her short pleated skirt, and turned to walk towards the restroom.

Beneath the short skirt, the slender, white-stockinged legs of the young girl swayed with an air of pure innocence.

Faintly, one could see writing on the inner thigh.

"I need to use the restroom too..."