People in Tokyo, the world is clear

"Can I rub your face?"

"...Good. I know I'll file a report now."

Ms. Aoyama made a sound of praise, "Go ahead, I allow you to... Ugh!"

The intimate act is quite pleasurable for both parties - especially with the added layer of reporting system.

Perhaps because she was a little excited, the white skin on the girl's neck turned red.

"...That's fine," she groaned. "Originally, I didn't know how to repay you for what you've done for me... Although we're still financially unequal, at least we've all made some sacrifices."

"It's not equal. You are priceless."

"...whispering sound!"

After finally calming her racing heartbeat, Ms. Aoyama lowered her head and bit her shoulder, "You're quite the expert. Is that how you managed to coax Ito into your arms?"

"Forehead..."

"Don't tell me, I don't want to ask."

The girl suddenly pursed her lips again, looking a little unhappy.

She was the one who started the conversation...but of course it's understandable.

After so long, I probably have some understanding of some emotional things.

At this point, I could basically understand some of her vague thoughts.

So I didn't go against her, but changed the subject and made a new request.

"waist..."

"Okay. But no further."

"..."

"call..."

When her waist was occupied, her head also rested on her shoulders.

But it sounded like a warning, as if to set a boundary:

"That's all for today. You have to endure the rest even if you can't help it. You are atonement, not enjoyment, understand?"

"Okay. So, what happened just now..."

"...I really can't help you. Are you really that thirsty?"

Of course he was complaining.

But the older girl herself seemed to be looking forward to it.

He quickly stood up straight.

However, when he was about to score, he seemed to suddenly think of something and gave me a look that seemed to be in sync with him, as if they had reached an instant understanding on something.

Then, they lowered their heads almost at the same time and saw a hand placed politely and restrainedly on her waist...further down.

Capri pockets.

So, the hand that had just been placed on the waist boldly reached into the pocket and took out a fruit-flavored candy.

Then a pair of more slender hands joined the battlefield, helping to peel off the candy wrapper, and then picking up the candy, slowly guiding the gaze upwards.

Until the sweet food is between your lips and teeth.

Perhaps feeling the burning gaze, the girl showed a little complacent expression.

Speak vaguely:

"You like this, don't you? Well, consider this a reward for being obedient and following the rules... Hmm."

In the following time, the frequency of conversations gradually decreased.

Only a few words of delayed conversation echoed from time to time in the small bedroom:

"My hands can..."

"Huh~ No, no, I told you..."

"Okay. Then, let's do it again..."

......

"May I?"

"No, don't ask anymore..."

"Ok."

......

"Your heart is beating so fast. Is it okay now?"

"Huh, Xiaolin?... No, don't look at me like that, seriously."

"May I?"

"I."

"Can you answer me?"

"I... well."

......

"Green Mountain."

"Too cunning. I..."

"Ok?"

"Whatever."

"What do you mean by casually? Didn't we make an agreement before? Should we make it clearer?"

"You pervert, you actually used this method. I really can't do anything with you."

"..."

"Don't look at me like that, it's so embarrassing..."

"..."

“I-I know. You can put your hands from the waist up… ah!”

I don’t know how much time passed.

All I knew was that the hot noodles that were originally placed next to the bedside table had become mostly cold.

Even the prepared sauces are dry——

Finally, a fair white hand reached out and picked up the bowl.

Then, the Kansai girl with fiery eyes suddenly evolved from a toothless little Tyrannosaurus to the overlord of the Cretaceous period.

With a gentle push of his foot, he helped someone, who had already expected him to leave, escape from the room.

Perhaps because he was furious, he spoke in his native accent, his voice full of indignation:

"You bastard! I told you not to go any further today, yet you resorted to that kind of seductive, tempting method..."

"hateful!"

Then, he quickly swallowed the midnight snack offered by the sinner, covered his face and fell back into bed:

"I'm going crazy... How could it turn out like this?"

"S-Sorry! Ito!"

"Ouch... This strange feeling of excitement... Damn it! It's all because of that perverted idiot..."

It seems that this chaotic relationship will not be so easy to end, at least in the short term.

The parties involved, whether they are willing to admit it or not, probably know this in their hearts.

Chapter 125 Summer Night Vow

Miss Aoyama obviously has that conservative feeling - this is probably why she misjudged that Miss Ito was resisting premarital intimacy.

After figuring this out, Lin Sen stopped worrying.

Since she insisted on taking the lead in this relationship, which she believed should remain private, I was willing to respect that.

Or, to think about it in a slightly more "sinister" way - on the surface, Ms. Aoyama is responsible for making all the decisions, but in fact, there is someone else who controls the pace.

Otherwise, the girl would not slowly and actively begin to let down her guard after being taught some simple "little tricks".

Let someone who is good at taking advantage of others try to break through her defenses little by little.

This process was unexpectedly exciting.

There is a wonderful pleasure in slowly guiding a pure soul to understand new things.

It can even be said that if one acts a little too gentlemanly during the process, it can actually have the effect of retreating in order to advance.

For example, it is night, at this moment.

After quietly coming out of the room, she moved over without saying a word and sat beside him.

I found some sheet music and flipped through it, and even practiced playing the guitar for a while.

The resulting strings sounded weak and distorted, not at all like an experienced player like her, but rather like a beginner.

The heart is in turmoil – the guitar honestly reveals the state of its owner.

He put down the manuscript of the novel he was writing, which was based on the girl next to him, and turned his head to take a look.

Then someone was arrested on the spot for being absent-minded and looking around.

The next second, Qingshan Xiazhi was suddenly startled, and quickly shifted his gaze that kept drifting downwards. He swallowed the air nervously and turned his head away with the shell stuck in his mouth.

"that."

He probably knew that he had been exposed.

In order to avoid being caught off guard by the first move, Ms. Qingshan used the skill of turning the tables:

"You bad guy...what are you still excited about?"

"This kind of situation has always been slow to ease."

"Don't treat me like a child with insufficient knowledge of physiology!"

The girl, like one of those car geeks who's already raving about a car's performance before even having a license, gently strummed her guitar with her fingers. "Just stay calm, you'll recover in a little while! But now..."

She turned her head to look at the clock:

"We've been apart for more than ten minutes to calm down!"

"Maybe my physique is special? Qingshan, you should have noticed that my energy is somewhat different from that of ordinary people."

"That won't happen..."

Perhaps thinking about her daily life, the girl felt a little uneasy. However, she finally put on a stubborn attitude and glared at him, "You must still be full of evil intentions. Tell me, what kind of weird stuff are you writing, you pervert..."

She put down her guitar, stood up, and patted my shoulder from behind.

He held his breath and seemed to squint his eyes as he looked at the manuscript on the table.

However, after seeing the first few words clearly, I began to breathe, a little more slowly, and slowly immersed myself in the world of words.

[A bad mood quietly evaporates. The leaves rustle slowly in the scorching sun. The wind is slow, sometimes stopping completely. The weather is very hot.]

Summer always seems so beautiful and passionate, abundant, rich, and vast, all blooming even to the point of death. That is true nobility.

I think back to my youth, when my heart was pure and childish. Whenever the hottest weather arrived, I'd be filled with an inexplicable ambition to show off my skills in this beloved summer.

In that unusual summer, the whole city seemed to be in love. The streets were rivers of people, and the vast areas gathered into a sea of ​​people.

[It seemed like those gusts of hot wind stirred up the long-held dreams in the child's heart.]

But children grow up, and after blooming, they also wither. At some point, I realized I had lost my courage and passion. Perhaps it was because life had blurred my vision to the point of nearsightedness, and I could no longer see clearly what hope was.

When I was a child, I heard a story called "Carving a Boat to Look for a Sword." At the time, I thought the protagonist was so foolish. Didn't he know that the sword had fallen into the water in the middle of the river and that he couldn't find it by running to the riverside?