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"Shut up!" Kasahara Asuka completely ignored him, lifted her foot from his arms, and sealed his mouth shut.

Ok.

My feet were freshly washed, tender and moist, and smelled wonderful.

"Please let me finish speaking, okay?" Fujiwara Rinya reluctantly moved her feet down, holding them in his hands to prevent her from kicking them. "You're sixteen now, don't act like a spoiled and stubborn child."

"Oh, thank you for introducing yourself."

"You're welcome... no, I was talking about you, although I can't always be a child at times." Fujiwara Izaya smiled apologetically, gently shaking her ankle. "Don't be angry, you're clearly a little devil junior, don't go for the melancholy look."

Kasahara Asuka didn't even glance at him, and gave a cold snort.

That raised chin, so proud and noble, made me want to grab it and kiss her until her legs went weak, then demand to know if she dared to do it again. If she did, I'd keep kissing her until she begged for mercy, crying all the while.

The more Fujiwara Izaya thought about that scene, the more he wanted to carry it out.

He suddenly reached out, grabbed the junior's arm, and pulled her into his arms.

"Sigh..." Asuka Kasahara sighed deeply, then looked up.

Her sullen expression turned into helplessness. She silently tilted her head up, her watery brown eyes looking up at Fujiwara Izaya. Her slender fingers gently pinched his cheek and pulled it outwards, her orange hair swaying in the sea breeze.

"Were you upset by Miss Meiji?" Fujiwara Rinya played with her hair by twirling it with his fingers, occasionally bringing it to his nose to smell the sweet orange scent.

"Tch, a woman who runs a brothel, how can she compare to me..." Kasahara Asuka's lips curled up.

She was clearly smiling, but her eyes and tone were icy cold, with a hint of mockery.

"You deserve a scolding!" Fujiwara Rinya smacked her on the head without any mercy. "I've told you so many times, you're not allowed to judge a person based on their background, didn't you remember?"

“But she runs a brothel!” Asuka Kasahara said bluntly in a cold tone.

“If that’s the case,” Fujiwara Izaya looked at her frankly, “I’m also a country boy, so am I not good enough for you, Miss?”

"..."

Kasahara Asuka blinked her narrowed eyes two or three times.

Then, her eyes quickly returned to their watery state, as if to tell him that it was just a joke.

"Acting cute won't work." Fujiwara Izaya tapped her head for the second time. "You have to change this mindset, otherwise, when you grow up and take over as chairman, how many people will you harm?"

"Senior, you're so long-winded!"

Asuka Kasahara puffed out her cheeks in protest.

"These brats are such a headache," Fujiwara Izaya said helplessly, glancing at Hoshimi Rinko, who was watching the show.

“You don’t have to care.” Hoshimi Rinko rested her chin on her knees, revealing a meaningful smile.

Asuka Kasahara smiled mischievously, "Yeah, you can ignore me, senpai."

Their smiles were beautiful and adorable, but why did Fujiwara Izaya feel fear first...? Hmm, something felt off. The mischievous, clever junior and the quiet, composed, capable senior—there seemed to be an inexplicable chemistry between these two girls. Even though everything was calm now, he was gradually becoming uneasy...

Their smiles were so cunning that Fujiwara Izaya could only smile foolishly in response.

No matter what the conspiracy is, playing dumb is always the right thing to do.

Just then.

Okay.

Ok?

Fujiwara Izaya's heart stopped beating.

One of his hands was already handcuffed.

"Don't resist." Kasahara Asuka's aura suddenly surged, and she raised her fist and retaliated by hitting him on the head twice. Then she handcuffed the other end of the handcuffs to the railing of the deck.

"...What are you doing?" Fujiwara Izaya imagined some scenes of discipline.

"Of course, it's to punish you!" Kasahara Asuka said with a mischievous smile, looking extremely satisfied.

“Senior…” Fujiwara Izaya looked at Hoshimi Rinko for help.

“I’ve discussed it with her,” Hoshimi Rinko said without a trace of pity.

"..."

Faced with the overwhelming presence of the two beautiful girls, Fujiwara Izaya broke out in a cold sweat.

With another click, Asuka Kasahara handcuffed his other hand to the railing as well, fixing his arms in a straight line.

"What exactly did you two discuss..." Fujiwara Izaya began to tremble.

Hoshimi Rinko smiled gently.

That beautiful, almost unfair smile would send many men to hell... The next second, she said in a terrifying voice like a demon from hell, "Asuka and I have temporarily joined forces."

"..."

Fujiwara Izaya thought at the time that the harem was not just on fire, but about to explode.

“Alright, Asuka,” Hoshimi Rinko turned to look at Kasahara Asuka, her eyes cold and her expression formal, “One of the conditions for the alliance is that you first confess what happened between you and this scumbag.”

"Ah, um..."

Kasahara Asuka blushed instantly, and looked embarrassed, pouting and remaining silent.

She seemed shy, but knowing Fujiwara Izaya as he did, he knew she was definitely faking it. This coy expression was nothing more than a ploy to further provoke Hoshimi Rinko and incite her anger towards her junior.

really.

After the junior girl struck that pose, the senior girl immediately turned her head and glared fiercely at the junior girl.

"..." Fujiwara Rinya felt a little wronged.

Let's be reasonable.

Even if he was wrong, wasn't the little devil junior also right? Why don't you glare at her!

"Senior, it's not my fault..." Kasahara Asuka sidled up to Hoshimi Rinko, pitifully grabbing her arm, and said in a soft, sobbing voice, "It was all senpai's fault for forcing me, you know I can't beat him..."

"Hey! Hey!" Fujiwara Izaya shouted.

"Shut up!" Hoshimi Rinko glared at him angrily, picked up the leftover watermelon rind from the ground, broke it in half, and stuffed it into his mouth, threatening fiercely, "If you dare to spit it out, I'll throw you into the sea to feed the sharks tonight!"

"..."

Fujiwara Izaya immediately shrank back.

I've known my senior for over a year, and this is the first time I've seen her so angry.

“Go on,” Hoshimi Rinko said, looking back at her junior.

“The first time he betrayed my senior was when the three of us had dinner together.” Kasahara Asuka smiled awkwardly, her fair fingers nervously scratching her cheek. “That day he sat between us and wrote a lot of tally marks on my thigh with a pen.”

In an instant, Fujiwara Izaya heard a loud bang.

The senior student was surrounded by auras, her hair fluttering in the wind, making her look like a deadly female demon.

"Hey, senior, calm down..." Kasahara Asuka clung tightly to Hoshimi Rinko's arm and continued speaking in a coquettish voice, "At the time, I was coerced by him and didn't dare to make a sound. I could only say that I was burned by the spiciness. I didn't mean to lie to you, senior."

“Hmm, she… she’s lying…” Fujiwara Izaya explained, biting into a melon rind.

"How much did you write?" Hoshimi Rinko's voice was as cold as her gaze.

“Look,” Kasahara Asuka took out her phone and skillfully opened the photo album, “starting from the inner thighs, it’s densely packed.”

Rinko Hoshimi's eyes flashed with murderous intent after just one glance at the photo.

"Waaah..." Fujiwara Izaya felt like everything was about to go black.

"Then, the senior dragged Asuka into the toilet and made Asuka use her hands to help him..." Kasahara Asuka touched her tender lips with her slender fingers and covered her mouth to sob.

"No wonder you stayed in the bathroom for so long." Hoshimi Rinko chuckled.

Fujiwara Izaya widened his eyes, attempting to kill his junior.

That look in his eyes was probably similar to the look of overflowing anger that Kawashima Miki had when she was first coerced by him.

"Waaah, senpai is such a pervert!" Kasahara Asuka cried coquettishly, her lowered gaze secretly watching him, playfully sticking out her tongue. "He not only stole two pairs of Asuka's stockings for nighttime use, but he also makes Asuka wear stockings to help him whenever he gets the chance..."

What kind of expression is that?

That's so annoying!

Fujiwara Izaya swore an oath to the starry sky.

No matter how much this bitch begs for mercy later, he won't soften his heart.

"And another thing, Asuka's first kiss was also forcibly taken by her senior..." Kasahara Asuka twisted her body and murmured, "It was the night that Kuriko-neechan was there too. After he carried me out of the room, he hid under the dining table in the restaurant and forced Asuka to kiss him on the ground."

"Alright, stop talking." Hoshimi Rinko took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

Kasahara Asuka shook her arm: "Senpai, you have to stand up for me."

She looked like a cute little pink pig, both amusing and adorable. Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but stare at her, wondering whether it would be better to braise her or roast her over a fire.

Noticing his gaze, Kasahara Asuka hurriedly covered her face with her hands, pleading for help incoherently, "Wow, senpai's gaze is terrifying, senpai, please do something about him..."

Fujiwara Izaya shook his head with a wry smile.

Hoshimi Rinko tilted her head to look at him, and perhaps because she was too angry, her eyes softened.

"Ugh..." Fujiwara Izaya felt inexplicably ashamed and quickly looked up at the sky.

“If we don’t bring this to a close somewhere, it will just drag on. We need a goal, or rather, an end point,” said Hoshimi Rinko, the sea breeze ruffling her hair.

"I'm sorry, I made a mess of things." Fujiwara Izaya quickly apologized.

"Oh!" Kasahara Asuka swayed her body, making a lazy sound of complete disinterest, her posture as if she were a queen listening to her male favorite saying something boring.

"Oh!" Hoshimi Rinko replied perfunctorily.

The conversation ended there.

For the next period of time, the two genius priestesses made full use of their divine power.

Seawater surged from the surface, transforming into transparent whips of water, or hundreds of silver needles piercing his body. After striking his face, they struck his back once more. Not only water, but ice also condensed, the icy spray making Fujiwara Izaya's heart race.

The skin seemed to be covered in tight, water-based armor, and the whole body was suspended by water whips and spun around.

Fujiwara Rin didn't feel uncomfortable either.

Since he has high defense, it's only right that he lets the two girls vent their anger.