Yukinoshita, I'll Help You Train!

At this moment, every time she looked up and her lazy, shy eyes met Fushimi Makoto's gaze, she felt extremely ashamed.

This was an outcome she hadn't anticipated: she had no clothes to cover her shame, and instead, the battle of shame was lost far too quickly.

"Your punishment is over, senior. You did quite well," Fushimi Makoto was still summarizing.

Utaha's cheeks flushed red, and she said angrily, "Can't you say something else?"

"Then what should I say?"

"Say something I'd like to hear."

"Senior is awesome!"

"?"

Finally Utaha, blushing, used all her strength to climb out of his arms.

Although she wanted to lie down a little longer and was a bit tired, her skin couldn't hold up any longer.

So she lifted her beautiful black-stockinged leg and Fushimi Makoto off the bed.

She's pulling up her pants... oh, or rather, her skirt, and then she doesn't recognize me!

Fushimi Makoto naturally cooperated with her getting out of bed; otherwise, with her meager strength, even if she kicked him a hundred times, she wouldn't be able to budge him.

Um?

Isn't this just blatantly rewarding yourself?

What a pity, I should have known better than to roll down instead of cooperating.

With his cooperation, Utaha's embarrassment and annoyance subsided somewhat. She was still tired and too lazy to get dressed, so she pulled the blanket over herself, closed her eyes contentedly, and lay down on her side.

Even with the blanket covering her, her captivating charm was still undeniable, even as she lay on her side.

That senior is amazing.

"Why aren't you going out yet?" Utaha looked up at her.

"This is my home, where else can I go?" Fushimi Makoto retorted.

Utaha rolled her eyes at him, annoyed, and propped her flushed face up so she could better meet his gaze.

But as their eyes met, something seemed to happen to her, and her gaze suddenly began to wander. "I have a question for you."

"What?"

"What were you thinking when Yukinoshita asked you to film me being punished?"

As she spoke, her eyes flickered, clearly indicating that she had something on her mind.

Fushimi Makoto pretended not to see it. "What do you think?"

Utaha smiled unconsciously.

In that atmosphere, her smile was truly captivating.

"So you actually come to ask me? I thought you'd listen to anything Yukinoshita arranged."

"How can this be? She didn't pay me."

"You... idiot!"

Utaha held it in for a long time, but finally couldn't hold back and cursed helplessly.

Fushimi Makoto sat on the edge of the bed and said slowly, "If you're willing to cooperate, I can send her a photo."

Utaha's eyes flickered. "You actually dare to take pictures?"

With such a great figure, even if I were to take photos while covered by a blanket, I would still look incredibly alluring.

What if I make that little tablet under the Yukinoshita angry?

Thinking about it that way, she actually felt a little eager to try it.

Fushimi Makoto saw right through her. "What? Trying to cause trouble again?"

"Did I say I was going to cause trouble?" Utaha denied it.

"If my senior is going to cause trouble again, then I'll have no choice but to continue torturing you."

"... no."

Utaha felt a pang of panic; she was genuinely afraid that Fushimi Makoto again.

Of course, it wasn't that she didn't want to be touched, but rather that she hadn't fully recovered.

If Fushimi Makoto now, she'll probably lose even faster than before.

That would be so embarrassing!

"Since you want to show off, that's fine with me," Fushimi Makoto suddenly said.

Utaha understood him all too well. "So, what's the price?"

Fushimi Makoto glanced at her rosy lips but didn't answer. "Just send me a picture of your legs. That way it won't seem too much, and it'll also prevent you from getting beaten up by Yukino later."

"Huh? She dares to hit me?"

Utaha immediately sat up.

Regardless of whether she could beat Aikido Yukino, she would never admit it.

Its main selling point is its stubbornness.

However, Fushimi Makoto personally examined her and found that although her mouth was very soft, she spoke with such a harsh tone.

With Fushimi Makoto's cooperation, Utaha put on her clothes and, while taking the photo, casually lifted her skirt, matching the lingering allure in her eyes. She then bent slightly over and leaned against the wall, leaving behind an extremely sexy photo.

"It's a really good photo, as expected of you." Utaha took the phone, quite satisfied. "I'll send this photo to her."

Then, she put her phone aside, blushing and smiling playfully, "Thank you for your hard work just now."

Fushimi Makoto raised an eyebrow. "Oh, is there a reward?"

Her eyes were practically glazed over. "Now, you can tell me the price you want."

"Then you can't get angry," Fushimi Makoto replied.

Why should I be angry?

After Fushimi Makoto whispered in her ear, she blushed and cursed him as an idiot!

About five minutes later.

Fushimi Makoto's phone rang.

He glanced down to make sure there wouldn't be any movement, then answered the phone.

"What was the meaning of that photo?" Yukino's tone was cold, clearly displeased.

"It's punishment." Fushimi Makoto controlled his emotions.

"You call that punishment?"

"Certainly."

"The senior's clothes were exactly the same as before, except that her expression in the photos looked a little embarrassed. Is that considered punishment?"

"This is a complicated matter and cannot be explained in a short time."

I think she just fooled you.

To be fair, she's really fooling herself right now.

Fushimi Makoto silent.

Yukino's phone call didn't last long, because Fushimi Makoto heard Haruno calling her from the other end.

"Let's talk again next time." Yukino hung up the phone.

Fushimi Makoto no longer needed to control his emotions.

After a while, Utaha hurriedly ran to the restroom.

When she returned after washing up, her cheeks were burning hot.

Fushimi Makoto asked with concern, "Are you alright?"

"It's nothing, really," she stubbornly insisted again.

Fushimi Makoto decided he couldn't take it anymore. "I want to torture you again."

"No! Not even in your mind!"

Utaha was like the meme "Judge Joey Wong," loud and imposing, but her trembling legs were a bit embarrassing.

Fushimi Makoto a direct attack.

"Wait, Fushimi, I don't have any new stockings for you to tear!" Utaha's panicked and embarrassed voice rang out in the room.

Chapter 233 Under the Yukinoshita, I Will Help You Cultivate!

In the bathroom.

Utaha stood under the showerhead, enjoying the hot water washing over her. With the lingering afterglow of her second encounter, she felt utterly content.

She was so satisfied that she had to lean against the wall to enter the bathroom.

She stubbornly refused Fushimi Makoto's offer to help her up.

After all, no one can guarantee that if they let him help them to the bathroom, they won't end up doing a hat trick.

Although that guy could make himself so happy that he lost his mind just by using his hands.

But I've already come twice today, so I guess I'll skip the third time...

Exercise restraint.

When she closed her eyes and the thought of self-control arose in her mind, she didn't have much confidence.

Despite the pleasant experience, many things happened today that made her feel ashamed.

For example, someone tore their own stockings again.

To find out, your punishment today is: to wear only stockings.

Most importantly, under her extremely embarrassed yet satisfied gaze, someone actually opened the yogurt that Nakano Yotsuba had given him.

Then...

Utaha looked down at her impressive chest.

"Sure enough, that guy is a lecher; he's always eyeing my crotch."

Thinking about this, she felt both embarrassed and proud that her charm had been recognized.

As for the fact that she had just brushed her hair aside and squatted down in front of him?

Although Utaha felt something was off, after it was actually done, she didn't feel anything was wrong.

"He helped me, so it's only right that I help him."

Amidst these conflicting emotions, she took a second shower and changed into her previous clothes.

She didn't have any spare clothes at Fushimi Makoto's house.

Therefore, she had no choice but to put her old clothes back on.

To her relief, she had removed her clothes early on both times Fushimi Makoto her; otherwise, she would be naked now.

Of course, stockings are no longer allowed.

Utaha returned to the living room, Fushimi Makoto, hearing the noise, turned around and said, "Come and sit down, I'll help you dry your hair."

"Um."

Utaha didn't refuse; in fact, she took the initiative.

For a girl like her with long, straight black hair, blow-drying her hair after a shower is always a hassle.

Besides, I've already helped him so much.

Utaha touched her red lips and sat down confidently.