Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

On the other side, Eriri, a chibi-style angel radiating holy light, also shouted:

"Charge! What kind of woman wouldn't charge at a time like this?!"

???

Something feels off.

But at this point, I couldn't think about that anymore.

Her slightly trembling fingertips hooked onto the black pantyhose and slipped them down Yukino's long, slender legs.

Yukino Yukinoshita had changed her shoes into slippers before even entering the room; she had long since disappeared into the midst of their playful antics.

"Let me see if your development is normal."

For some reason, a strange line suddenly popped into Eriri Sawamura's head.

It just slipped out unconsciously.

"Wow."

Soubu High School's uniform jacket was thrown on the school table in Sawamura Eriri's room.

Next came the short skirt, followed by a pair of black pantyhose.

"Wait a minute? Why is there only one?"

"Do not ask."

At this moment, Eriri Sawamura displayed an extremely assertive side.

After all, she is the painter, so the model, Yukino Yukinoshita, naturally has to listen to her.

"How is this any different from being a model?"

The buttons of his white shirt were all undone, leaving his shirt casually open.

Yukino asked, somewhat displeased.

Her tone lacked any of her usual sharpness and coldness, sounding more like that of a girl in love.

"Of course! I'm learning about it now, aren't I? You can only start drawing once you understand it."

Straightening up, Eriri Sawamura wiped the glistening tears from the corner of her mouth and said matter-of-factly.

Feeling the warmth and dampness at her collarbone, Yukino Yukinoshita really wanted to slap this guy's skull off.

After taking a deep breath, Yukino Yukinoshita suddenly wrapped her legs around Eriri Sawamura's waist.

Two legs, one black and one white, gripped Eriri Sawamura tightly like a vise, then suddenly flipped her over.

"what!"

Amidst Eriri Sawamura's exclamation, the tide of battle turned!

"It's my turn now."

Gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, Yukino Yukinoshita looked down at Eriri Sawamura.

Through the open neckline of her white shirt, Eriri Sawamura could clearly see Yukino Yukinoshita's surprisingly flat chest, a result of her young age.

Don't ask why I left the white shirt and a pair of tights behind.

The answer is support items, which increase attack speed and critical strike chance for teammates.

Grabbing Eriri Sawamura's wrist and pressing it to the ground, Yukino Yukinoshita gently leaned down.

The sky-blue pupils and the gray-blue pupils were very close to each other, and then they closed at the same time.

It is foreseeable that by dawn tomorrow, both of them will have marks left by each other.

"Ugh..."

The curtains were drawn, and Eriri Sawamura turned off the lights.

Strange noises came from the dimly lit room.

"It's great to be young."

With a snap, Sayuri Sawamura opened her folding fan and chuckled softly.

It's still early in the night.

Mr. Spencer, who was on his way home, suddenly shivered.

Why do I suddenly have this feeling of being watched?

Chapter 464 Elena Wants to Go Home

In the early morning, the bright sunlight shone through the thick curtains into the room, adding a touch of light to the dim room.

"sand--"

The sound of skin rubbing against fabric rang out. Eriri Sawamura, who was completely naked, sat up from the bed and looked at Yukino Yukinoshita beside her, slightly dazed.

After thinking for a moment, Eriri Sawamura got out of bed without disturbing Yukino Yukinoshita.

Standing in front of the mirror, Eriri Sawamura gently stroked her cheek with her fingers, then moved them downwards.

Chin, neck, collarbone, chest, mound, lower abdomen, lower back.

The redness and swelling left from last night were still faintly visible on her once fair and tender body.

Several small and cute strawberries were planted on her collarbone.

It echoes the two stars on her chest.

"Ah."

After stretching her slightly sore body, Eriri Sawamura sighed, clutching her lower back.

Luckily, it's Saturday today, so I don't have to go to school.

Otherwise, it would be quite troublesome.

Looking at her delicate fingers, Eriri Sawamura's expression was somewhat dazed.

It was this finger last night...

As if she had thought of something, Eriri Sawamura's cheeks flushed red.

He unconsciously rubbed his fingertips together, as if savoring something.

Coming to her senses, Eriri Sawamura angrily shook her hand, blaming herself for acting like this so early in the morning.

But soon he couldn't help but rub it a couple more times.

As a doujinshi artist, it's natural to try out different themes.

This kind of friendship between girls has certainly been tried before.

But drawing is completely different from practice.

Despite her mind being full of crazy ideas, at the beginning, Eriri Sawamura was pinned down by Yukino Yukinoshita and unleashed a barrage of attacks.

Despite her struggles, she could only watch helplessly as Yukino Yukinoshita took advantage of her.

Poor Eriri Sawamura was beaten until she cried out for her parents.

But her dear old mother was busy talking to her dear old father in her room upstairs and had no time to pay attention to this unfortunate child, Eriri Sawamura.

As the battle progressed to the middle, Yukino Yukinoshita, who was exhausted and panting heavily, finally revealed an opening and was taken down by Eriri Sawamura with a somersault.

When faced with the woman who was bullying her so badly, Eriri Sawamura seemed to have suddenly found a way to overcome her fears.

At this moment, all the theoretical knowledge in her mind was transformed into nourishment, rapidly absorbed and converted into the foundation for practical combat.

In the time that followed, Eriri Sawamura demonstrated a professional level of skill to Yukino Yukinoshita.

Yukino Yukinoshita, who initially appeared cold and disdainful, was quickly routed, her icy facade crumbling.

The contest ended with Yukino Yukinoshita's defeat.

This battle was of great significance, directly determining the status and position of the two in their future lives.

Simply put, it's a winner-takes-all story, and the loser gets to stay in bed.

Eriri Sawamura, who had been a "loser" for over a decade, finally stood up at this moment!

Eriri Sawamura clenched her little fist with great excitement.

This was a very memorable day for her.

However, Eriri Sawamura knew very well that a victory in a battle was only temporary.

Her position is not yet fully established.

In the days that follow, Yukino Yukinoshita will continue to challenge herself.

To truly establish one's position, one must build it through repeated victories!

"You're grinning like an idiot in the mirror first thing in the morning. When did you become so narcissistic?"

A cool voice came from behind. Turning around, I saw Yukino Yukinoshita lying lazily on the bed, completely naked as well.

Her pale forearm supported her chin, her fingertips casually playing with the strands of hair that hung down.

Her long, silky hair was casually draped over the bed.

At this moment, Yukino Yukinoshita's demeanor is more like that of her older sister, Haruno Yukinoshita.

The thin blanket covered her body, but many parts were still exposed.

Large patches of redness and swelling were visible on her fair skin.

Her body had just as many little strawberries as Eriri Sawamura.

The long, slender neck, like that of a swan, extends all the way to the collarbone, and further down, it disappears into darkness.

Eriri Sawamura looked away guiltily.

Although everyone says that this bitch is flat-chested, Eriri Sawamura guarantees, based on her memories from last night, that she is definitely not that flat.

It's at least at the level of a normal person.

Although it is the lower limit.

"I have a feeling you're thinking something very rude."

With a frown, Yukino Yukinoshita said with some dissatisfaction, and then shifted to a more comfortable position to lie down.

Don't ask her why she's lying face down; it's uncomfortable for her to lie down.

"Where is it?"

Eriri Sawamura said somewhat guiltily, her words clearly revealing a lack of confidence.

With a slight smirk, Yukino Yukinoshita was about to deliver her usual sarcastic remark.

However, I suddenly got stuck when I saw Eriri Sawamura's small mouth.

If Yukino Yukinoshita's two legs are like a vise, then Eriri Sawamura's little mouth is like a water pump.

It looks quite pink and tender....

Just as she was about to say something, she turned her head away somewhat guiltily.

An eerie silence fell over the room.

In the end, it was Eriri Sawamura who broke the silence first.

"Today is Saturday, so we don't have to go to school."

"What do you want to say?"

Upon hearing Eriri Sawamura's sudden words, Yukino Yukinoshita seemed to sense something and reached out to touch her clothes.

But she was a little too late.

With a snap, Eriri Sawamura grabbed Yukino Yukinoshita's slightly reddened wrist and said with bright eyes:

"It's still a bit early, why don't we go back to sleep?"

Are you sleeping?!

I'm too embarrassed to call you out on it!!!