A Dazzling Array of Flowers

Fushimi Makoto wore a smug expression. "The first time was a joke, the second time was the real killer move. A mix of feints and real attacks, Yukino, did you learn anything... um."

This time, he failed to finish his sentence.

Because Yukino tilted her fair face up and took the initiative to kiss him.

Her soft lips pressed against mine, then parted.

Her face was flushed with two intoxicating blushes, and the faint smile in her eyes seemed both provocative and simply delighted.

"Have you learned anything about deception and reality?" She returned Fushimi Makoto's words verbatim.

Fushimi Makoto was filled with reverence.

After a brief silence, he looked thoughtful and said, "I don't think I've fully learned it yet."

"... I knew it."

Yukino once again took the initiative to move closer.

This kiss lasted longer than the last one.

Because Fushimi Makoto held her slender waist tightly.

So she could only helplessly raise her arms to protect her chest.

But her gradually glazing eyes and the warm breath escaping from her luscious lips clearly proved that she didn't mind.

At that moment, the two seemed to have forgotten that there was another person in the house.

Sorry, only one update today. I've been exhausted lately. I was supposed to be in training in Tianhe, Guangzhou for a week, but it ended up being two extra days. I've been working very late every day. Thankfully, I can go home tomorrow...

Including the two chapters I owed before, I currently owe three chapters, which I will make up for as soon as possible.

Chapter 210 A Dazzling Array of Flowers

On a night like this, lying in her bedroom with a boy, Yukino would naturally feel shy.

Despite her shyness, she knew very well that she was already aroused and wanted it, so she might as well follow her true feelings.

Therefore, Fushimi Makoto's joke didn't annoy her; instead, it aroused her fighting spirit.

After she returned the joke exactly as it was, she stopped thinking about it altogether.

There's a line of poetry that goes. "A riot of flowers is almost dazzling to the eye."

The first two words of the next sentence perfectly represent Yukino's current state.

Her watery eyes were already glazed over, her rosy lips parted slightly like a fish's, her long eyelashes trembled with nervousness and excitement, and her soft body was completely Fushimi Makoto, their warm breaths mingling with the girl's extremely alluring fragrance.

Yukino had previously Fushimi Makoto a while before taking a bath.

But at this moment, she never mentioned it again.

In her opinion, taking a shower was the last priority.

It's time for battle.

This was the first time Fushimi Makoto had experienced Yukino's initiative and passion. He naturally liked this gentle haven and was willing to indulge in it.

At this point, neither of them needed to say anything more.

This time, however, Yukino cleverly raised her hand and turned off the lights.

She didn't yell at Fushimi Makoto the lights like she did last time.

Because she knew this guy definitely wouldn't cooperate.

After an unknown amount of time, the bedroom, which had been plunged into darkness, gradually returned to peace.

Yukino's cheeks were flushed, and she lay Fushimi Makoto's arms like a cat, her beautiful eyes clearly showing both pleasure and exhaustion.

She was really tired.

I'm so tired I don't want to move.

Fushimi Makoto turned on the bedside lamp and pulled the girl's soft body closer. "I'll carry you to the bathroom later."

Yukino opened her tired eyes, though exhausted, her spirit remained. "What do you want now?"

"Nothing much, I just thought you looked so tired, you definitely need to take a nice bath."

I don't object to that.

"Then it's settled?"

"I can let you take me to the bathroom, but you must leave."

Fushimi Makoto didn't speak, but lowered his head and kissed Yukino's fair forehead.

Yukino had already seen through his thoughts. "I disagree."

This means: I don't agree to take a bath with you.

"I understand, I understand. I'll leave then," Fushimi Makoto said.

Yukino Fushimi Makoto didn't try to argue, but instead agreed directly, which made her hesitate a little.

"Are you really going to leave?" Yukino's voice was soft, because she needed to rest.

"Of course, I mean what I say."

"Um."

Yukino didn't continue the topic, and closed her eyes peacefully, resting in his arms.

Fushimi Makoto's expression remained unchanged.

Since he promised, he will definitely keep his word.

But...

Yukino didn't tell him when he should leave.

After a period of tenderness, Yukino regained some strength and tried to get up.

"What are you going to do?" Fushimi Makoto asked.

"I want some water," Yukino, looking at the water glass on her desk.

"I'll get it for you."

"I can do it myself."

"But I'm in better shape than you."

"... Thanks."

Yukino pursed her lips and didn't press the matter further.

What she really meant was that she could do anything.

But this concern also fascinated her.

Fushimi Makoto put on a pair of pants, came to the table, picked up the glass and looked at it. "The glass is empty, I'll go outside and pour you a glass."

"Okay." Yukino lay back down.

She was still very tired.

Seeing Fushimi Makoto's back as if nothing had happened made her feel even more exhausted.

This guy's physical abilities are monstrous.

Yukino thought to herself.

Fushimi Makoto entered the dark living room. Too lazy to turn on the light, he went over to pour himself a glass of water and was about to return to his bedroom when his extraordinary hearing caught a sound.

He stopped abruptly.

The sound was coming from the guest room.

Although the house was well soundproofed, he had greatly enhanced his physical abilities with the [Old Man Counterattack Badge], and his eyesight, hearing, and even sense of smell were amplified countless times.

Thanks to the soundproofing of the house, the sound reached Fushimi Makoto's ears intermittently.

Sometimes rapid, sometimes long, with an exceptionally clear rhythm.

What's with this noise?

Fushimi Makoto there, stunned.

Overwhelmed by Yukino's gentle embrace Fushimi Makoto finally remembered something.

Nino Divine Power!

"She should be asleep, right? If she's just humming softly in her sleep, it shouldn't have much of an impact. At most, she'll just think she had a strange dream."

Fushimi Makoto pondered this, his eyes unconsciously drifted towards the tightly closed door of the guest room.

He couldn't possibly knock on the door to check on the situation now. After standing there for a while, he figured it was already quite late, and the other person was probably asleep.

Just as he started walking again, deciding to pretend he hadn't heard anything, the faint, alluring voice changed from a hum to a few familiar syllables.

"Ah... Cheng..."

Fushimi Makoto's wrist, which was holding the water glass, trembled.

You can't shout that!

He took a deep breath, quickened his pace back to the bedroom, and closed the door behind him.

"For you."

Fushimi Makoto controlled his expression, pretending to be nonchalant.

"Thank you." Yukino propped herself up and sat up; she was indeed very thirsty.

After Yukino finished drinking her water, Fushimi Makoto put the cup aside and quickly said, "You should continue to rest; it's getting late anyway."

"I've rested enough." Whether Yukino was just putting on a brave face or had truly regained her energy, she didn't lie back down.

She pulled the blanket over herself and looked at Fushimi Makoto of the bed. "I'm going to take a bath."

"Okay." Fushimi Makoto nodded.

Yukino paused for a moment, her beautiful eyes filled with confusion.

Didn't this guy say he was going to carry me to the bathroom?

Why does he only give answers but not take any action?

"What are you thinking about?" Yukino asked bluntly.

"Don't make a sound, I'm thinking."

"Um?"

"What I mean is, I'm in a 'post-coital' mode right now. You sit for a bit, and I'll carry you over later."

"A sage?"

Yukino covered her forehead, thinking he was teasing her again, and said irritably, "Why does the word 'sage' sound so cheap coming from your mouth?"

"The 'wise man' mode' means being free from desires and wants, which means I need to rest now."

"... Can you please stop being so stupid so late at night?"

Yukino sighed.

She reached for her nightgown, saying to Fushimi Makoto, "I'll go myself."

Fushimi Makoto picked her up.

The princess carry pose.

Caught off guard, Yukino blushed and said angrily, "Let me put my clothes on first."

Fushimi Makoto did as instructed.

After Yukino finished dressing, Fushimi Makoto carried her to the wardrobe, deliberately stalling for time. "Which clothes do you want to wear after your shower? I'll hold them for you."

"This set of pajamas will do." Yukino was quite comfortable nestled in his arms, so she didn't move and let him be.

Fushimi Makoto, carrying the seemingly frail and boneless girl in his arms, with a clean set of pajamas held between his fingers, slowed his pace to the door.