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"Ah? Ah~ It's nothing. I just remembered something."

She did remember something.

She looked at Sasaki and saw that he was calm and didn't seem to have done anything.

Suddenly she remembered what she had promised him at the entrance when they last met.

Because of some emotions in her heart at the time, although she realized that something was wrong, she couldn't remember exactly what was wrong.

I just felt that I was an adult now, so it was no big deal if he kissed me.

But now all kinds of feelings came to her mind, and Kyoka Hirata found it difficult to treat him as a normal junior.

If the two really have a relationship, then it doesn't matter as relatives.

Just think of it as the love of the younger generation for the elders.

But the key is that there is no relationship between the two.

They say they are relatives, but it's just talk...

I feel like this can’t go on.

Kyoka Tsurugi acted calmly as a woman of her age should, and patted Sasaki who was hugging her waist tightly.

"Don't be so childish, Dongjian. I'm a little out of breath."

childish?

I hope you really think so.

Knowing that his elder sister was upset, Sasaki did not press on and instead let go of her hand obediently.

Although he can take advantage of others by acting cute and coquettish.

But that was purely childish behavior, and it did no good except to reinforce her own childish evaluation of herself.

He pretended to be a good student in front of Kyoka Tsurugi, just because he didn't want to listen to her scolding. He didn't really intend to get along with her as a student or junior.

This identity can be used, but not all the time.

Otherwise, it is impossible for her to develop a romantic relationship with you.

Just like normal adults would not treat kindergarten children with romantic feelings.

Therefore, she had to dilute and erase the view of herself as a "child" in her heart.

Therefore, try to avoid doing such truly childish things.

"Sorry... I couldn't help myself and used a little too much force."

Knowing that he didn't use much effort, but in order to give her a way out, Sasaki embarrassedly admitted his mistake.

At the same time, Han Xiao praised:

"Auntie smells so good, just like Sister Jiehua."

Although he was praised, the meaning of his words was to compare himself with his own daughter...

Even though she was her own daughter, the confused Kyoka Hida still felt a little... harsh?

Pretending to be nothing, she tucked the hair by her ear, and used the gesture of raising her hand to hide her forced smile, and asked:

"Speaking of which, did you have fun at the social with Yuka tonight?"

Sasaki noticed Aunt Kyoka's discomfort and pulled her deliberately. He smiled and nodded and said:

"I'm happy. I'm having a great time getting along with Jiehua's classmates."

"Yes, that's right."

"Yeah, it's just that Sister Yuka drank too much and it was a bit troublesome to send her back to school."

Without giving Kyouka a chance to speak, Sasaki continued:

"That's why I said Aunt Kyoka smells just as good as Sister Yuuka."

"But..."

As he spoke, Sasaki leaned forward with his hands on the sofa, squinted his eyes, and sniffed the hair she had just tucked behind her ears from a distance of less than three centimeters:

"As expected, Auntie smells better~hmm!"

In order to maintain her dignity and composure as an older person, Kyoka Tsurugi tried to suppress the panic in her eyes caused by his hot breath blowing into her ear.

After leaning slightly to the side, he responded with a smile that was no longer forced:

"I'm already an old woman, what's the point of talking about fragrance or not."

He reached out and pinched Kyoka's still tight and tender face, which was a bit too much.

Sasaki looked into her eyes, which were as black and shiny as grapes emerging from water, and said sincerely:

"It's the truth~"

After saying that, before Kyoka Tsurugi could react, Sasaki let go and picked up the test paper on the coffee table:

"Auntie Kyoka, are we going to start tutoring now?"

Gently touching the face that still felt a little numb, Kyoka Iori opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but when she saw him holding the test paper and looking at him with an inquiring look that contained no other emotions, she hesitated and didn't care about what happened just now.

"If I tutor you now, it will affect your rest..."

"It's okay, as long as Aunt Kyoka has time... I don't want to disappoint you..."

Looking down at the test paper in his hand that was covered with scarlet pen marks, Sasaki said something that Kyoka Hirata couldn't refuse at all.

"Then... come on."

Really unable to refuse, Kyoka Hiribo stood up and walked towards her bedroom.

Looking at Aunt Kyoka's graceful back swaying in her casual clothes, Sasaki followed her briskly with the test paper in his hand.

Arriving at Aunt Kyoka's room, Sasaki took a chair beside him, sat in front of the desk, and began tutoring with her.

…………

22: 30.

After tutoring for more than half an hour, Kyoka Tsurugi was sure that the reason why Fuyumi did so poorly in the exam was because he had not been to school for a long time and could not keep up with the learning progress.

Judging from the more than half an hour of instruction, Dong Jian is much smarter than his two daughters.

As long as he explains the questions he has encountered once, he will not be stumped by questions of the same type.

To say that we can draw inferences about other cases is being modest.

However, he still has difficulty with some knowledge points that he has not been exposed to.

But as long as he takes it slow, Kyoka Tsurugi feels that it will not be a problem for him to be among the top students in his grade.

In short, my Fuyumi has the qualities of a genius student.

Glancing at the time on the notebook beside her, Kyoka Tsurugi said to Sasaki, who seemed to be a little reluctant, with a smile:

"That's all for today. You still have classes tomorrow."

"If you get up too late, you'll be late~"

As she spoke, Kyoka Tsurugi straightened her back slightly, clenched her small fists that looked like white jade under the warm light, and pounded her shoulders.

This was completely a subconscious action she made after finishing work.

After all, with two large water bottles weighing several kilograms hanging in front of you, anyone who sits for a long time will suffer from back pain and shoulder fatigue.

I could see that Kyoka was tired.

Sasaki pulled out his chair, stood up, and came behind her.

Putting his hands on her soft shoulders that he could feel through her clothes, Sasaki said softly:

"Relax~ Stop tensing yourself and relax slowly~"

Although he shrugged his shoulders because of Sasaki's sudden movement.

But hearing the gentle words coming from behind her and the feeling of comfort coming from her stiff shoulders, Kyoka Tsurugi slowly relaxed her body as she was told.

"Auntie Jingxiang must be very tired every day..."

Looking down at the soft white breasts that could be clearly seen even from behind, Sasaki kneaded those smooth and jade-like shoulders with increasingly skilled techniques.

She knew that Dong Jian cared about her, but as an older aunt, she couldn't easily tell her about her difficulties.

So he shook his head and said:

"I'm not very tired..."

Seeing that Aunt Jingxiang was still stubborn, Sasaki increased the strength of his hands and said as she moaned softly:

"You say you're not tired, but look how stiff your shoulders are."

"Your waist is also uncomfortable, right?"

"Do you want to press it too?"

Without waiting for her to reply, Sasaki, knowing that she would most likely refuse, continued:

"If you refuse, I will be sad~"

"Well……"

She really wanted to refuse, but his words were already there, and if Kyoka Tsurugi refused, it would seem a bit too inhumane.

Not being too defensive towards him, Kyoka Tsurugi nodded somewhat embarrassedly:

"Then, I'll trouble you, Dong Jian."

"Aunt Kyoka takes such good care of me, this is no trouble at all."

Following Aunt Kyoka to the bedside.

Seeing her kicking off her slippers and lying on the bed, revealing her beautiful curves from head to toe, Sasaki followed suit, kicked off his slippers, and knelt on the bed.

The clothes at her waist and back were lifted up a little, revealing her slender waist that looked as white as mutton-fat jade under the warm light.

Because this was the first time he was massaging Aunt Kyoka's waist, for the sake of convenience in the future, Sasaki tried his best not to look at the gourd that suddenly expanded outward in the curve below the lower back.

Kneeling on the bed, Sasaki rubbed his hands to warm them up and asked:

"Auntie Kyoka, are you ready?"

With her arms pressed on the pillow, her pointed chin resting on her arms, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes slightly closed, Kyoka Ikari responded softly.

"Hmm~"

Hearing the response, Sasaki leaned forward, opened his hands, and grasped the waist that was soft and flexible yet slightly stiff.

It’s not like Sasaki has never touched a girl’s waist before.

Sasaki knew how slender the waists of girls like Otome, Rinka, and Yukiha were.

Among them, Rinka has the thinnest waist because of her innate physical advantages.

The second best is the girl because of her well-proportioned figure.

Xue Ye has fleshy waist, so her waist is the softest.

Because the relationship with Serizawa Yukiha hasn't developed to that stage yet.

Sasaki also didn't know how flexible her waist was.

But considering the vitality of young girls, it must not be too bad.

Although Aunt Kyoka is an adult, her waist is almost as slender as Xueye's, not like...

However, because her waist is so thin, the pressure from above is even greater.

Therefore, in terms of flexibility, Aunt Kyoka is far inferior to those young girls.

But the unique plumpness and softness of a woman give her waist a flexibility far beyond that of a young girl.

Looking at her slender waist which was much thinner than snow-white gauze, it gradually turned into a sexy cherry red under the push of his palms.

Sasaki rolled his throat with a dry mouth.

He seemed to have overestimated his own ability to control himself.

Although Aunt Kyoka's waist was a little stiff, the touch sensation fed back from her palms to her brain was uncompromised.