Time to Pay Your Tuition!

Yukino suddenly stood up and walked towards the bathroom without saying a word.

Fushimi Makoto asked, "Where are you going?"

Yukino remained silent.

A moment later, she came out of the bathroom.

However, her stockings were gone, and she had changed her slippers to sandals that exposed her toes.

She returned to her previous position with an unnatural expression, raised her head and looked at Fushimi Makoto with feigned composure, waiting for him to ignite the signal.

Fushimi Makoto did not disappoint her; he got up and walked over.

With each step the other person took, her heart skipped a beat.

When Fushimi Makoto sat down next to her, her breathing became rapid.

It's time to pay tuition.

She recalled what the other person had just said.

To her surprise, after Fushimi Makoto sat down, he didn't make a move on her. Instead, he picked up a cherry and said, "These cherries aren't actually that tasty."

Yukino, not understanding which tactic he was using, retorted, "I already said, next month is the best season for eating cherries."

Fushimi Makoto held a cherry to her lips, making a feeding gesture. "No, what I mean is, you've got the way cherries are eaten wrong."

He then met Yukino's questioning gaze and smiled, "Open your mouth."

Upon hearing this, Yukino finally showed a look of disgust. "You mean feeding me the correct way to eat?"

Despite her words, she still opened her rosy lips.

The moment the cherry entered her mouth, she heard Fushimi Makoto say, "Watch closely, this is how you eat a cherry."

"What do you mean... um."

Yukino's lips were sealed.

It was only then that she understood what Fushimi Makoto meant by the correct way to consume it.

This guy's using that same lightning strike technique again!

Yukino glared at him with her beautiful eyes, a mixture of shyness and anger, and then simply raised her hand and hooked it tightly around his neck.

After taking that step, she suddenly found the cherry delicious.

After that, she became completely immersed in it.

She understood Fushimi Makoto's move, but she was careless and couldn't dodge it.

From the moment he said "pay tuition" earlier, this guy had been diverting my attention, making it impossible for me to quickly figure out his playing style.

When he said the cherries weren't very tasty, my attention was distracted once again.

It was at his most relaxed moment that he unleashed a deadly draw slash with a critical hit.

In this seemingly mundane situation, where everything was actually setting the stage for the final, ultimate move, Yukino's pent-up emotions were instantly ignited.

Once ignited, the kiss naturally set off a conflagration of all emotions.

Once the emotions were right, what else could she do?

Why not take this opportunity to properly release the emotions you've been suppressing?

So when Fushimi Makoto wrapped his arms around her slender waist, she immediately pulled him closer and quickly closed her dreamy eyes.

After some time, the two separated slightly. Fushimi Makoto gazed into her troubled eyes and said softly, "I want to go home a little later tonight."

"Uh-huh?"

Yukino responded instinctively, then realized something was wrong.

Looking into Fushimi Makoto's eyes, which were full of aggressive intent, she immediately understood the meaning behind his words.

Going back later meant he wasn't satisfied with just playing with his own legs anymore.

He wanted more!

This is his true sword-drawing slash.

Chapter 111 Time to Pay Tuition!

Everything that happened today has exceeded Yukino's expectations.

She thought she was well-prepared and that she had already figured out Fushimi Makoto's fighting style, so she was sure she could calmly and decisively counterattack.

But at this moment, she realized that Fushimi Makoto's fighting style had been updated again.

I'm also outdated!

When she realized that Fushimi Makoto wanted more today, it was too late for her to struggle.

Because her lips were blocked again.

Her eyes, which she hadn't had time to close, were filled with a hazy, watery look, and her breathing became increasingly rapid.

Two seconds later, she closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling, her warm lips neither flinching nor resisting.

I've fallen for him again!

Just a second before Yukino's rationality completely vanished, this frustrating and embarrassing thought popped into her mind.

Because she was being Fushimi Makoto Fushimi's arms, her beautiful legs, which she had specially washed clean, unconsciously straightened. Her already straight legs looked even straighter at this moment. In the end, she accidentally kicked off her slippers, and her fair and delicate little feet seemed to have nowhere to go, with her round toes sticking up cutely in the air.

Fushimi Makoto's hand landed skillfully on her waist.

But not through clothes.

With the atmosphere so tense, how could he not intensify his offensive?

So when his large hand touched Yukino's slender waist, the girl's rationality seemed to be destroyed, and she actually squeezed into his arms.

Under the overhead light, the shadows of the two embracing intimately were reflected on the ground. At this moment, the hair on their foreheads was a little messy. Yukino's smooth black hair, which was as smooth as a waterfall, was pushed against the back of the sofa because of her sitting posture. Compared to her usual meticulous and serious appearance, she now had a rare charming and coquettish aura.

Her eyelashes curled upwards, as if trembling, clearly displaying her exquisite charm to the core. The cherry that was fed to her at this moment no longer represented just a sweet and sour treat, but became the fuse that ignited the flame in Yukino's heart.

Even though Yukino could feel that Fushimi Makoto's hands were not behaving properly, she had long since given up the idea of resisting.

After a while, as if she had used all her strength, she pressed her hands on Fushimi Makoto's shoulders, her disheveled bangs brushing against his forehead, her face flushed but she forced herself to say, "I... I'm not ready yet."

"I know."

Fushimi Makoto could see that she was very embarrassed, but even at this moment, she still forced herself to put on an act of "I am actually very calm".

They are absolutely adorable.

"Then you..." Yukino didn't finish her sentence. She couldn't very well ask Fushimi Makoto: What exactly do you want to do to me?

Fushimi Makoto held her soft, round leg and chuckled, "I already said I'd charge tuition."

Yukino didn't understand what he meant by tuition fees.

But after a moment of silence, she said softly, "Not in the living room."

This was the last defense she could mount against Fushimi Makoto's sword-drawing slash.

Although her defenses were as fragile as paper, they would crumble at the slightest touch.

Fushimi Makoto couldn't help but exclaim from the bottom of his heart, "It's really cute!"

Yukino put on that "I'm going to elbow you" expression again.

Fushimi Makoto smiled and picked her up in a princess carry.

Her beautiful legs dangled from Fushimi Makoto's arms, swaying symbolically a few times, representing her struggle of shame and anger.

But the next second, she hooked her Fushimi Makoto's neck, her heart pounding wildly, surprisingly looking forward to what would happen next.

Fushimi Makoto hadn't taken two steps with her in his arms when he suddenly heard a cell phone ring.

"It's your phone," Fushimi Makoto reminded him.

Yukino's eyes were hazy, like the moist moonlight. She didn't even glance at the phone on the sofa, her red lips slightly parted. "Ignore it."

Fushimi Makoto has excellent eyesight; he only glanced at it before seeing the word "Mother" displayed on the phone screen.

So he said, "It was Auntie calling."

Yukino paused, as if remembering her current appearance, her cheeks flushing crimson.

"The second young lady is indeed very cute."

Fushimi Makoto chuckled and joked, then walked back, picked up his phone, and answered the call right in front of her.

Yukino was completely dumbfounded.

She thought the other person would let her answer the phone.

Fushimi Makoto could speak, Mrs. Yukinoshita Fushimi said, "Auntie, are you looking for Yukino? She's taking notes diligently."

"Makoto?"

Mrs. Yukinoshita's voice clearly showed surprise, but then softened. "Are you busy?"

"Well, she probably saw that I could handle the post-production of the film all by myself, and that made her want to improve, so she called me over," Fushimi Makoto.

Yukino stared with eyes that were a mixture of shyness and anger, as if rebuking him for talking nonsense to his mother.

Mrs. Yukinoshita didn't doubt it, and chuckled, "That child has indeed always regarded you as her goal. Although she hasn't said it explicitly, I can tell that she wants to surpass you."

"That's true, but she's progressing very quickly. If given a month to learn, she should be able to catch up with me very soon."

"Makoto, you think highly of her?"

"Because it's true, Yukino's talent isn't just in academics. She seems to learn everything incredibly quickly. Maybe it's a talent that God just keeps feeding her."

Yukino stared blankly at the scene, wanting to say something but not knowing where to begin.

No, how did you end up talking to my mother?

What are we supposed to do?

Was this guy doing it on purpose, or did he miss the point?

If it weren't for her inner pride, Yukino would have wanted to suppress her shame and urge him to continue.

His own emotions were just rising, yet he was chatting and laughing with his mother. Was that right?

Although Fushimi Makoto was on the phone, his gaze remained fixed on Yukino's face.

When he saw the girl's eyes, filled with a mixture of shyness, anger, and unique charm, he silently mouthed. "Cute."

Yukino couldn't hold back and finally elbowed him.

Fushimi Makoto's expression remained unchanged as he asked Mrs. Yukinoshita, "Auntie, I have a question for you."

"What's the problem?"

"Besides practicing Aikido, did Yukino also specifically practice elbow strikes?"

The mother and daughter. "???"

The call lasted less than two minutes.

Mrs. Yukinoshita genuinely believed that her youngest daughter was studying diligently and that Fushimi Makoto was guiding her, so she hung up the phone early.

Fushimi Makoto put down his phone and stared at the proud yet reserved girl in his arms. "Do you know how much psychological damage that elbow strike just now could cause to a high school student?"

Yukino did not answer.

Under the bright lights, her eyes, eyelashes, and lips shimmered with a mesmerizing glow.

She seemed to be telling Fushimi Makoto in this way: either continue, or put me down.

How could Fushimi Makoto possibly let her go?

He tossed his phone back onto the sofa, then, embracing Yukino's seemingly frail body, strode towards the girl's bedroom.

It's time to pay your tuition!

At 7 p. m., Fushimi Makoto was watching TV in Yukino's living room. Not only was the bathroom light on, but the sound of clear running water could also be heard.

Yukino was standing under the showerhead, her beautiful face flushed with an indecent blush, her eyes closed, and she was breathing softly.