I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer

Although she knew that if she asked Sakura, Sakura would definitely not refuse.

But...she didn't want to.

Well~~~ that's it, it's good.

···

Holding Kurumi's fingers, Sakura raised her head cautiously. "Sister, are you going to be angry?"

He had agreed to help Illya collect class cards, but he ended up in his pocket.

Kurumi rubbed Sakura's little head. "Alala, as long as Sakura likes it."

"I see." Sakura squeezed Kurumi's fingers.

Suddenly, Kurumi stopped.

Sakura was a little flustered when she saw Kurumi showing a broken-hearted look. "elder sister?"

"Sakura..." Kurumi lowered his head and stared at Sakura.

"My magic power is only 99.9% left." Kurumi hinted at Sakura.

puff-

Sakura laughed, sister...really.

However, she still stood on tiptoe and brought her soft lips together.

Sakura, I like my sister the most.

Like, really like.

Chapter 42 Family - Sakura's Kiss

Sakura's feelings for him seem to have deteriorated.

After coming to this world and seeing Sakura with his own eyes, Kurumi realized this.

The ripples reflected in those purple eyes... a little dizzy, does not seem like an ordinary girl's dependence on her sister.

That look was warm, frenetic, and even a little morbid.

Full of possessiveness, or possessiveness... Whether it's being crushed by my sister or occupying every bit of my sister, everything is fine.

That little bit of smeared off the smell meant—or, Sakura was infected with all the poison called Kurumi.Or, Kurumi was smeared with the mark of Sakura bit by bit.

only two...

Slightly lifting the hair on Sakura's charming face, Kuang San looked at that lovely face, with a soft and tranquil beauty.

Maybe not as coquettish and seductive as Kuang San, and not as perfect as the old mother of Takamiya Mio.

But when you look back, she's there quietly, smiling a little at you.

Although the smile may have been black behind the coquettish.

Sakura's eyes were twinkling, and there was a gleam of desire in her moist eyes. She seemed to be more anxious than Kusan.

The hot breath that was so close at hand was full of the smell that belonged to my sister, tugging Sakura's nose, sweet and greasy as if with a drunken mellow fragrance.

Huhu——

Sakura's cheeks turned red without realizing it.

"Sister..." she muttered.

He wrapped his hands around the back of Kuang San's neck, and what he could reach was a piece of soft, cool skin.

Kuang San smiled slightly, but leaned slightly, full of bad taste.

Sakura, who is not one meter three, is super super! !

Sakura glanced at Kuang San shyly and resentfully, and then stood on tiptoe hard and bit it lightly.

Feeling the softness of her lips, but she couldn't bear to exert force, the girl could only be angry.

The excitement that slapped up like a tidal wave rippled from the back of the body like an electric shock, instantly numbing the brain.

Sakura's face was red and her ears were red, and her last instinct could only make her hands clenched tightly.

With such an unattractive appearance, it may take a long time to cultivate Kuang San to eat it up.

Originally, he was standing on tiptoe, swaying, and as a result, he fell completely, and was directly held by Kuang San in his arms.

Sakura belongs to my sister.

Tampered, smeared, written... Sakura's body and mind are all infected with poison that eats the heart.

The bright red eyes, like drunken red wine, made Sakura a little intoxicated.

She heard it, that long and deep whisper, belonged to her sister's confusing voice.

A trace of sparkling silver thread, Sakura licked, reaping all the satisfaction.

My sister likes me.

Her fingertips rubbed gently along Kurumi's eyelids.