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"Wait a minute..." Fujiwara Izaya placed his hands on her back, "Eat your ice cream first, or it'll melt..."

"Your scent smells so good." Kasahara Asuka opened her watery eyes.

"Can't you be a little more ladylike!" Fujiwara Izaya hugged her tighter, inhaling the sweet citrus scent emanating from her.

"I don't want to be a lady, I want to play like in the movies..." Kasahara Asuka slightly raised her waist, her mouth close to his earlobe as she murmured, "Senpai must be thinking the same thing right now, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't be so..."

"It's a normal reaction, no need to bring it up!"

"Asuka wants to too..."

"Can't!"

"Senpai~~" Kasahara Asuka hugged his head with both hands, pleading sweetly, "Can we play together again, about what happened yesterday..."

"Eat something first."

Fujiwara Izaya released her waist and placed his hands on her thighs to support her.

Just then, my left hand touched the leg ring on her right leg, pulled it up a little, and then let go, making a "snap" sound as it bounced onto my junior's leg.

"Ah~~"

Kasahara Asuka trembled.

"You're such a bad guy, senior!" she said coquettishly.

"You're not bad either."

"Do you like the leg rings?"

"Very sexy."

"Next time, wear the collar so the senior can hold your hand and play with it?"

"..." Fujiwara Izaya pinched her thigh and said irritably, "Eat something first, I'm hungry."

"Hehe~~" Kasahara Asuka gave him a mischievous laugh before picking up a cup of chocolate ice cream from the table and scooping out a spoonful. She ate a bite herself first, then offered the rest to him, "Senpai, be good, let your junior feed you."

Looking at that alluring smile, Fujiwara Izaya opened his mouth and gulped it down.

The cool, refreshing chocolate melted in my mouth, carrying a citrus flavor that sweetened my heart.

"Is it good?" Kasahara Asuka tilted her head slightly, a smug smile on her face like a child who had successfully pulled off a prank, while also puffing out her chest with a "Asuka is pretty good, isn't she?" expression.

This appearance seemed especially cute to Fujiwara Izaya.

"I don't dislike it."

"What do you mean 'not annoying'!" Kasahara Asuka swished her spoon in dissatisfaction.

"It's alright, the ice cream tastes pretty good..." Fujiwara Izaya savored the lingering chocolate flavor in his mouth, and seeing her expectant look, he nodded involuntarily: "I'm even more looking forward to the formal kiss now."

Kasahara Asuka then revealed a smug smile, and then scooped up a small piece of ice cream and brought it to her senior's lips.

"This is too sweet..."

Faced with his junior's flirtation, Fujiwara Izaya inevitably had some thoughts in his mind.

To control his impulse, he ate his ice cream while mumbling, "After the exams next week, it'll be summer vacation. The training ahead will be tough, so you need to be prepared."

"Don't you feel sorry for Asuka, senpai?" Kasahara Asuka asked pitifully, then scooped up another piece of ice cream to feed him.

“If you’re soft-hearted, how will you learn anything?” Fujiwara Izaya said, rolling up a cool ice cream cone. “But don’t worry too much, I understand the importance of balancing work and rest. It’s a private beach, right? You can go surfing, fishing, and sunbathing after training.”

"Senior, tell me something honestly."

Kasahara Asuka lowered her head, her forehead touching his, and a charming and sweet smile appeared on her face.

He's starting to act cute again... Fujiwara Izaya's face started twitching.

Seeing his wry smile, Kasahara Asuka pouted in dissatisfaction and huffed, "Senpai must be thinking about helping my sister and mom apply sunscreen, right?"

"Uh, you're wrong."

"You're not lying to me?"

"I'm not lying to you."

Kasahara Asuka nodded, and a smile returned to her face.

The next second, Fujiwara Izaya honestly replied, "Besides your sister and mother, I also want to help my senior and her mother apply sunscreen."

"?"

Kasahara Asuka's smile froze on her face.

A moment later, she slowly put the ice cream back on the table and grabbed Fujiwara Izaya's neck with both hands.

"Ah—" the girl shouted with all her might, "I'll strangle you, you bastard!"

"Okay, okay, stop fooling around..."

Asuka isn't going home today!

"Where?"

"Let's go to the senior's house and teach them a lesson!"

The two of them tumbled off the sofa and onto the floor, rolling around on the floor.

With each roll, you can clearly feel the contours of each other's bodies, whether soft or firm.

"Is your mind full of strange things, senpai?" Kasahara Asuka asked, placing her hands on his chest.

Fujiwara Izaya rolled over and looked down at her: "Junior, you're full of weird ideas too."

"Junior has been corrupted by senior!" Kasahara Asuka struggled to turn over, her eyes flashing with desire.

"Slander! You're inherently evil!"

Fujiwara Izaya rolled over again, supporting himself with one hand on the ground, while touching her delicate, rosy face with the other.

"Asuka likes this so much..." Kasahara Asuka's breathing became a little rapid, her cheek pressed against his palm, and she quietly closed her eyes.

Just as Fujiwara Izaya's breath was close enough to touch her face, she suddenly opened her eyes, their sweet gazes meeting, and she said, "Say you like Asuka!"

"I won't tell!" Fujiwara Izaya shook his head.

"Ugh, I hate it—" Kasahara Asuka cried out impatiently, reaching out to wrap her arms around his neck, her lips pressing against his, as if she were ready to risk everything.

"Let's stop for a moment." Fujiwara Izaya looked down at his junior's affectionate eyes, shook his head and smiled, restraining himself as he said, "Can we continue when you truly understand your own feelings?"

Kasahara Asuka blinked, seemingly understanding, then after a moment, she wrapped her arms around Fujiwara Izaya's neck and whispered in his ear, "If you don't want to kiss me, then don't. How about like yesterday..."

"I can't do anything with you..."

Fujiwara Izaya felt her graceful and supple body.

"Hehe, senpai is the best..." Kasahara Asuka hugged his back, her orange hair spread messily beneath her, her little head shaking as if she had nowhere to put it...

The air inside the room was so thick it seemed impossible to dissipate.

Even with the air conditioning on, it's still so hot that people are drenched in sweat.

Fujiwara Izaya lay on the ground, holding her in his arms and kissing her rounded earlobe.

“I have a question,” he said.

"What is it?" Kasahara Asuka gently ran her fingers across his sweat-dampened forehead.

"What should I do if you don't like me in the end?" Fujiwara Izaya pondered this question, muttering to himself, "It's a little hard to give you up to someone else like this."

"Hehe~"

Kasahara Asuka looked at him with sleepy, hazy eyes, a lewd and mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"I'll dump you tomorrow," she whispered, lying down and wiping the sweat from her forehead on Fujiwara Izaya's clothes. "And then, I'll find a well-behaved puppy to play with, instead of this disobedient big dog like you."

“You’re sniffing me like a puppy right now!” Fujiwara Izaya stroked her back through her clothes.

Kasahara Asuka climbed up a little and whispered, biting his earlobe, "Asuka will only be my senior's puppy."

These words were as potent as a hallucinogen; Fujiwara Izaya had never found her so endearing, and his heart pounded. He lifted her hair, tucked it behind her small, white ear, and kissed it.

Upon kissing her, the junior girl giggled, a captivating laugh that perfectly exemplified the saying: girls are made of sugar, spices, and all things beautiful.

Fujiwara Izaya lay comfortably on the floor, his slightly turned gaze catching sight of his tennis shoes and his junior's high heels pressed tightly together on the floor. Next to them lay her handbag, and stuck to it... um?

Could that dark thing be a locator?

"Dongdong~"

There was a knock at the door.

Before Fujiwara Izaya could react, the door was suddenly pushed open with a bang.

Kasahara Asuka suddenly noticed that her senior's expression suddenly turned terrified, and she hugged herself even tighter, her shoulders stiffening.

Two women walked in, one after the other.

"What...wait, sister?"

Kasahara Asuka looked at her sister, who had suddenly appeared at the door, with a puzzled expression, wondering how she had found this place.

Fujiwara Izaya's attention was entirely focused on his suddenly appearing aunt.

She was in her mid-twenties, wearing a black sassafras dress with a flowing ribbon tied at the waist, hanging down her back like a tail. The light, airy lace gave a gentle impression. She wasn't wearing stockings, and her smooth feet were encased in brown high heels. She wore earrings, a delicate gold bracelet, and small pearl earrings.

The overall look is elegant yet fashionable, simply wonderful.

Compared to Kasahara Mieri, Natsuki Kuri is also a stunning beauty who is in no way inferior.

First, there's their figure. Both are slender with pleasingly full breasts, perfectly proportioned. Their faces are beautiful in their own way; Eri's chin is slightly pointed, while Natsuki's face is slightly rounder, resulting in completely different auras.

Eri Fuka's icy image is very strong, a kind of solid beauty. On the other hand, Natsuki Rin is a perfect mature woman who exudes queen-like demeanor in every way, radiating a liquid charm.

Four pairs of eyes met in the air.

Kasahara Mie looked at her younger sister, whose hair was disheveled and eyes were glazed over; she was still panting. Then, she looked at Fujiwara Izaya, whose cold face was furrowed between his brows, as if he had a terrible headache.

Xia Xili pondered for a few seconds, then quickly looked Fujiwara Izaya up and down.

In that instant, Fujiwara Izaya felt a chill run through his body, as if he were bound and unable to move.

"Long time no see, my dear RinRin~~"

As she spoke, Xia Xili smiled, gazing at the young man with eyes full of tender affection that could almost melt anyone's heart. Although she had short hair, she possessed the captivating charm of a long-haired beauty. Whenever she smiled, her eyes would half-close, hanging on her face like crescent moons.