Navel Oranges Are Delicious

But as she thought about it, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Fushimi's posture just now... it looked like he was forced?"

Eriri Spencer Sawamura froze, remembering the image of Utaha 'Fushimi Makoto face and tiptoeing close to him.

She felt an urge to go back and find out the truth.

But two seconds later, she chickened out.

"See? I just warned you, but you wouldn't listen." Fushimi Makoto's laughter rang out.

Utaha awkwardly Fushimi Makoto's face; she never expected Eriri Spencer Sawamura to barge in at this crucial moment.

Just as she was thinking of something to ease the awkwardness, she felt her waist tighten as Fushimi Makoto her into his arms.

When she looked up in surprise, their faces were almost touching.

"You..."

"Now the prey is going to fight back against the hunter, senior."

Hearing this, Utaha felt embarrassed and annoyed. The other party had indeed seen through her attempt to gain the upper hand.

But how could she, with her pride, possibly admit defeat?

"You're not going to take my picture anymore?" she asked, trying to find a way to stall for time.

To everyone's Fushimi Makoto said, "Have you ever heard the saying, 'The human eye is the best camera'?"

Utaha's red lips were sealed with a kiss.

She and Eriri Spencer Sawamura went out after dinner.

Fushimi Makoto did not eat.

So, he was really hungry.

Chapter 135 Navel oranges are delicious

The bedroom door remained open, but with Eriri Spencer Sawamura gone, no one could disturb the two people sitting close together inside this time.

The moment Utaha was kissed, she instinctively wanted to grab Fushimi Makoto's shoulders and try to say a few more words.

This could also be interpreted as her wanting to try and save her.

Unfortunately Fushimi Makoto didn't give her a chance at all.

Once the hunters launched their attack, she, who had already become prey, had no chance.

Most importantly, she herself did not resist or struggle.

Losing her first kiss was indeed an accident, but there was one thing she knew very well.

She was somewhat addicted to that feeling.

Just like the happiness I felt in my dream that night.

Although the joy of her first kiss was far less than that of her dream, she at least genuinely liked it.

Therefore, Fushimi Makoto held her tightly in his arms, and after they could clearly feel each other's body temperature, she only managed to hold on for five seconds to save herself.

Then, she swayed restlessly, her beautiful eyes slowly closing, trying to recapture the happiness she longed for most and that she craved.

After a while, the two finally loosened their grip slightly.

Her breathing was already erratic, and the flames in her eyes burned slowly.

Perhaps out of shyness, or perhaps to hide her embarrassment, she asked breathlessly, "If you delay any longer, we won't be able to take photos tonight."

"So you still remember this?" Fushimi Makoto noticed her embarrassment but didn't call her out on it.

What was that saying again: I like you more than taking pictures.

Utaha's cheeks flushed beautifully, but she still tried to remain calm. "So, you've decided to miss this photoshoot?"

She deliberately tilted her chin up, looking nonchalant, and said, "If you miss this chance, I won't grant your request to wear stockings next time."

"So what should I do now?" Fushimi Makoto asked cooperatively.

Utaha's lips curled up, but her burning gaze showed no sign of abating; on the contrary, it seemed to be growing even more intense.

Fushimi Makoto was well aware that [Nakano Nino's Gift] had not yet been activated.

But judging from Utaha's appearance, it seemed like she herself was feeling intoxicated.

"I also want to improvise."

She said it softly.

Fushimi Makoto couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Just how much do you care about this word? Even at a time like this, you can still remember it."

Utaha was a little embarrassed and annoyed by his laughter, so she immediately got out of his arms, gracefully walked away, and sat down in the chair.

Then, she lifted her snow-white little feet out of her slippers, deliberately sticking them out in the air, her rounded toes adorably curling up. "My legs are beautiful, aren't they?"

"Yes." Fushimi Makoto couldn't deny it.

"You certainly wouldn't touch my leg without my permission, right?" Utaha seemed to be deliberately adopting an arrogant posture, only in this way could she regain the initiative.

"That's right."

Hearing Fushimi Makoto's answer, Utaha nodded in satisfaction. "Very good. Your current state makes me want to recreate the plot of a novel."

"Didn't you finish your simulation last time?" Fushimi Makoto asked with a smile.

Utaha's expression stiffened for a moment, then quickly relaxed. "My novel is still in the final stages of refinement. The last simulation wasn't very long, so it wasn't completely finished. Do you find that strange?"

"Not surprising, not surprising," Fushimi Makoto complied.

Utaha crossed her left leg over her other leg, pretending to think, "Your cooperation is making me a little uncomfortable."

"Didn't you say you wanted to improvise? Then of course I'll fully cooperate with you."

"Oh? You mean you'll agree to whatever conditions I set?"

"Tell me your conditions first." Fushimi Makoto wasn't about to fall for it.

Utaha didn't care about that. She first asked, "Whose legs are prettier, mine or Yukinoshita's?"

"Each has its own merits," Fushimi Makoto gave the most honest answer.

Utaha, however, was not satisfied. "Wrong answer, you'll lose points, Fushimi~"

She drawled out the word, a smile appearing in her eyes.

Clearly, she was enjoying the feeling of Fushimi Makoto being obedient.

The previous times, she either fell into Fushimi Makoto or he saw her at her most embarrassing moment.

Over time, her inner pride made her want to retaliate.

The opportunity right in front of us is perfect.

Utaha leaned back, smiling elegantly and pleasantly, "I've observed those boys at school before, and many of them seem to care a lot about being juniors, always thinking about overthrowing their superiors."

"After all, it's not as comfortable down there." Fushimi Makoto nodded.

Utaha's eyes were subtle; she had a feeling he was saying something strange.

Without giving it much thought, she continued, "We've known each other for so long, and although you always call me 'senior,' your behavior doesn't seem like that of an obedient junior."

"So, what do you need me to do?" Fushimi Makoto awaited her move.

Utaha smiled slyly, "If you call me 'Big Sister,' then I might consider wearing the stockings you picked out..."

"Big Sister!" Fushimi Makoto didn't hesitate for a second.

Utaha: "?"

She couldn't hold it in anymore.

No, what about your pride and strong-willed personality?

Answering so quickly, don't you think you look like a psychopath?

Under her astonished gaze, Fushimi Makoto calmly said, "Role-playing game, is it? I think it's very interesting."

Before Utaha could speak, Fushimi Makoto interrupted, "You won't go back on your word, will you?"

"... Of course not."

Utaha said helplessly, feeling a little regretful inside.

At her command, Fushimi Makoto turned around, and a soft sound came from behind him.

"I'm dressed."

When Utaha's voice rang out, Fushimi Makoto turned back.

Her snow-white feet were encased in black stockings, no longer so dazzling, but still small and delicate.

Utaha was pondering how to retaliate and embarrass Fushimi Makoto when the other party suddenly walked over.

Recalling the scene of his "lightning attack" just now, Utaha couldn't help but feel a little nervous. "What are you going to do?"

"It's time to move on to the second phase."

Fushimi Makoto finished speaking, he sat down in the chair next to her.

Utaha was still wondering when she saw Fushimi Makoto bend down and grab her two little feet.

"Hey, you... um?"

Utaha didn't finish a sentence; instead, she uttered strange syllables.

Because Fushimi Makoto was playing... no, he was massaging her feet.

That warm and comfortable feeling instantly made Utaha feel incredibly relaxed.

It feels like you've had a busy day, and then you've finally found an incredibly professional foot massage therapist, and you instantly feel relaxed.

Utaha gave up struggling.

Start enjoying.

Meanwhile, Fushimi Makoto was also enjoying himself.

The system notification sounded.

[Congratulations, host, on completing the mission.]

[Mission Reward (Kasumigaoka's Charm Badge): As an extremely popular beauty at school, she possesses a sexy figure far exceeding that of girls her age, making her incredibly attractive to any member of the opposite sex. When the host possesses this badge, all members of the opposite sex who converse with you will experience a significant increase in their liking and infatuation with you, based on your words and actions.]

The first thing Fushimi Makoto thought when he received the reward was: Could this be something that ignores age?

Since the reward doesn't specify that it's for girls of the same age, this badge is likely for all ages.

He had experienced all the previous mission rewards, and their effects were ten or even nine out of ten.

Whether it's the aura of affability or Yumiko's buff.

The strongest is naturally Nino Divine Power.

But now, Fushimi Makoto feels that the strongest buff might need to be changed.

As he speculated, he secretly observed the changes in Utaha's expression.

The flame that was already burning in the girl's eyes was now burning even brighter with the help of her professional massage techniques.

It seemed as if it could coalesce into a fiery cloud that could spread instantly at any moment.

Just then, he heard Utaha softly.

The next second, Utaha raised her dazed eyes. "Stop."

Fushimi Makoto stopped.

She still had that Little Queen demeanor, but her voice was incredibly alluring. "Go sit down on the edge of the bed."

"Um?"

"Please sit down."

"OK."