She Wants to Apply Another Buff

With her eyes practically glazed over, Utaha found herself inexplicably having a thought: He actually stopped?

Fushimi Makoto's voice followed. "Senpai, what should I do next?"

What's next?

Utaha finally woke up with a start and immediately pulled away from his embrace.

She took several steps back until she was pressed against the computer desk before she could stare at Fushimi Makoto's face again.

Then she saw Fushimi Makoto ask, "What's wrong?"

What happened with that sentence? It almost made Utaha blush.

She's not stupid. Now that things have developed to this point, she's realized that the other party must have seen through her intentions!

But Fushimi Makoto didn't spell it out; instead, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Only Shi Yu herself knew how much of a teasing tone these words carried when they reached Utaha ears.

"You did this on purpose."

Utaha's voice was almost squeezed out through clenched teeth.

She's not only in a state of blushing, but also in a very awkward position.

"Why would you say that, senior?" Fushimi Makoto continued to ask.

Utaha retorted angrily, "You suddenly kissed me just now, wasn't that intentional?"

Fushimi Makoto: "But the problem is, you said you'd let me do whatever I wanted."

Utaha: "..."

There's really no way to refute that.

I not only said it, but I said it twice.

But if I don't refute it, I'll not only be embarrassed, but also feel frustrated, like I've shot myself in the foot.

Most importantly, I can no longer take the initiative to gather information.

To successfully launch a product without prior notice, you first need to understand who your competitors are.

To find out the truth, she either had to meet those girls directly or subtly probe Fushimi Makoto.

No matter how you look at it, the latter method is more reliable.

But now everything has exploded.

Forget about taking the initiative; it's questionable whether I can even keep my mind from going haywire.

Utaha took several deep breaths to calm herself down, then murmured to herself, "It was my oversight."

"That's not entirely true," Fushimi Makoto said.

Utaha remained silent, looking over with her beautiful red eyes.

Fushimi Makoto: "You need to personally simulate the scenes between the male and female protagonists to capture more details and feelings you didn't know before."

Utaha roughly guessed what he was going to say, "That's enough, you don't need to continue."

What the other person is trying to say is simply the feeling of the male and female protagonists kissing after their emotions have flared up, right?

I truly experienced it myself.

I also learned all the details.

But this was not the outcome she wanted.

Now that things had come to this, Utaha forced herself to calm down and decided to take this opportunity to find out what was going on. "By the way, your filming is all over. Where's Ichika, who always likes to stick close to you? Didn't she come to see you today?"

Fushimi Makoto said with apparent admiration, "You've recovered your composure so quickly, and you're even able to ask me for information. That's amazing."

Utaha: "?"

No, does he know me too well?

Her expression remained unchanged. "Although I don't quite understand what you mean, you're probably overthinking it."

"Am I overthinking things? I was planning to talk to you about Ichika."

"..."

"Why aren't you saying anything, senior? Or is it that what you really want to know isn't Ichika, but Yukino?"

"I didn't think that way," she stubbornly insisted.

"Really not?" Fushimi Makoto feigned surprise.

"I don't!"

"Senior, you're so cute."

Utaha was inexplicably praised for being cute, but she wasn't happy.

She had completely figured out that Fushimi Makoto's skill level was probably higher than hers.

I can't beat him.

The best way to deal with this situation is to change the subject, which will give you enough time to adjust your emotions.

Utaha sat back down at her computer and picked up her tablet. "I think we can start talking about serious matters now."

"Can."

To Utaha's surprise, Fushimi Makoto readily agreed and even came to her side.

The next moment, Fushimi Makoto's calm voice rang out. "The promotional momentum for our short film is pretty good. I predict that our social media accounts will gain another wave of followers. I'll keep managing the accounts during this time to ensure that we don't lose too many followers. That way, when your new book comes out, it will be known to more people."

Utaha looked up in surprise, her eyes revealing her emotions in no way.

Fushimi Makoto seemed not to notice and continued, "There's a Chinese saying: 'Even the best wine needs advertising.' It means that no matter how good your new book is, without proper promotion, it might still be buried."

"Etc."

Utaha couldn't hold back any longer and quickly interrupted him, "Did you just think of these?"

"It can't be considered just now. This isn't your first visit. Of course, I can tell you're very concerned about your new book, and you might even be feeling nervous because it hasn't been released yet." Fushimi Makoto shook his head.

"So, you considered going all the way to that far away?"

"You always need to plan ahead. Luckily, this is a good place for these kinds of things, so you just need to focus your energy on creating..."

Fushimi Makoto was speaking, he realized that Utaha had completely fallen silent.

He looked down and saw a beautiful face looking at him with a gentle smile.

"Is it because I have something on my face that you're deliberately not supporting me? That's such a spoilsport," Fushimi Makoto joked.

Utaha's beautiful eyes sparkled, and her smile was undisguised, "You've thought of the future problems for me in advance and even provided solutions. Can I take that to mean that you've actually had feelings for me all along?"

Fushimi Makoto: "I've discovered that my senior isn't just a little cute, she's also a bit effeminate."

Utaha's smile remained unchanged as she controlled the restless emotions within her, "No wonder you wanted to improvise earlier; it turns out you'd been planning this for a long time."

"I only went because you told me I could go," Fushimi Makoto had his reasons.

Where else do you want to go?

Utaha resisted the urge to glare at him.

She finally understood that this guy was not only highly skilled, but also knew her very well, always able to hit her weakest point to disrupt her mind.

In this way, the pace of the conversation is completely in the other party's hands.

Utaha didn't like this feeling.

She still wants to be the leading lady, not a minor character.

"I've memorized the feeling from just now, and I can guarantee that I'll capture those details when I'm creating..."

As she spoke, she stood up, her beautiful hair swaying slightly with her movement, as if adding to her alluring charm.

"So?" Fushimi Makoto replied cooperatively.

A different emotion flickered in Utaha's smile, "If I said I needed to reinforce that feeling, what would you do?"

Fushimi Makoto answered simply, "Simple."

"Simple?"

Utaha crossed her arms, a posture that made her already ample chest even more eye-catching.

Just as she was about to continue speaking, she saw Fushimi Makoto open his arms and pull her into his embrace.

Fushimi Makoto felt the softness in his arms and met her surprised eyes. "Do I still need to improvise?"

Free play?

Wait, that's not my focus.

The key question is, how did he get an A again?

Utaha's emotions, which she had just managed to calm down, became unstable again.

She intended to salvage the situation while simultaneously continuing her own plans.

But before she could even play a card, Fushimi Makoto flipped the table.

Feeling the warm, though not entirely familiar, embrace, her breathing quickened. "Wait a minute, at least let me finish what I have to say..."

Fushimi Makoto interrupted her, "You started it first."

Utaha was taken aback for a moment.

Fushimi Makoto leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against her delicate little ears, watching as they turned pink and a blush gradually settled on her fair neck.

They are really cute.

He thought to himself, and couldn't help but chuckle.

Utaha was already flustered by his breathing, especially the warm breath that reached her ear, which made the girl unconsciously tense up, and even her plump thighs under her skirt trembled slightly.

Hearing Fushimi Makoto's laughter again, she felt as if she had fallen into his trap, sinking deeper and deeper, and would soon be completely trapped in its very center.

When Fushimi Makoto's hand landed on her face, the large, not-so-rough hand brought a clear, warm touch. It looked like a very gentle touch, but her heart, which had been wavering and wanting to resist, involuntarily relaxed.

At that moment, Fushimi Makoto repeated what he had just said, "You started it first, and now you're making me stop? Do you think that's fair?"

He cupped the girl's rosy cheeks in his hands, and they looked into each other's eyes.

Utaha suddenly realized that she, who thought she was the hunter, was the prey falling into the trap.

Without a doubt, she was captured.

Today's struggle has left Utaha in the dust.

Chapter 118 She Wants to Get a Buff Again

If Utaha's first attempt at a plan backfired and she felt frustrated and helpless, then the second time, she was somewhat deliberately acting out of character.

Knowing full well that her plan had been seen through, her proud and competitive nature prevented her from giving up. This led to a situation similar to playing a game where, after a series of losses, she still chose to play one more round.

Fushimi Makoto realized this while they were struggling, and said, "You started it first."

These words would normally have almost no effect, but in this situation, Utaha definitely felt a jolt.

It wasn't the thrill of a secret date, but rather the thrill that made her wavering heart decide to abandon that wavering.

After all, she hadn't had enough of her first kiss.

She didn't even have time to savor the feeling before someone abruptly stopped her, throwing her into a state of confusion.

Whether her statement, "I want to reinforce this feeling," meant she wanted to relive the feeling of her first kiss, or was she deliberately teasing Fushimi Makoto, remains unknown.

At least for now, she was Fushimi Makoto's arms, completely immersed in their second kiss.

She was a very charming girl by nature. Even without deliberately dressing up, just wearing her school uniform was enough to give the opposite sex an irresistible attraction.

The well-tailored uniform perfectly hugged her figure; her curves were so mature that they didn't resemble those of a young girl, but rather the fullness of a mature woman, along with her long legs encased in black stockings.

This outfit, combined with her flushed face and closed eyes as she responded to Fushimi Makoto, added a touch of sexiness. Her tall and voluptuous body was completely pressed into his arms, yet her waist was particularly petite, and her slender waist and abdomen made it hard not to reach out and hug her.

A moment later, Fushimi Makoto released the black-stockinged senior from his arms, and she actually went weak in the knees and almost collapsed.

Fortunately, Fushimi Makoto kept his arm around her waist, so she didn't reveal her embarrassing state.