Kanji-Practice Senpai and Yogurt Senpai / I Think I'm Kind of Dead

Outside the house.

Fushimi Makoto saw Yukino walk out with a "my mind is a mess" look on her face, he pretended not to know and asked, "What's wrong, Senpai?"

Upon hearing this question, Yukino immediately tensed up. "It's nothing."

She would never tell anyone that kind of thing in her life.

As a girl herself, she naturally understood how intense Utaha's sense of shame had been just now.

Of course, the fountain show is even more spectacular...

Yukino's brain had been in a state of chaos, almost crashing, and only now did she notice that there were watermarks on her slippers.

It was obvious that this was because she was standing too close and was splashed by Utaha's "Water Splash Leap".

"Excuse me, I need to use the restroom."

Yukino immediately lost her mood for chatting, hurriedly ran to the bathroom, and with a look of disgust, took a tissue and wiped the surface of her slippers clean.

She looked up and saw a blush on her face in the mirror, her eyes no longer as clear as usual.

"While what we just saw was certainly chilling, it wasn't all bad."

Yukino took a deep breath and quickly adjusted her mindset thanks to her exceptional mental fortitude.

"I've shown my senior her most embarrassing side. If she tries to cause trouble again, I can easily use this to put her in her place."

What was that saying again?

I'm not afraid of having a lot of dark history, I'm afraid of others knowing about it.

Especially since they are beautiful girls who often clash.

And they all have long, straight black hair!

The only difference is that Utaha has a sexy and mature figure and always wears black stockings, while Yukino a slender body and doesn't mind wearing any kind of stockings.

When Yukino returned to the living room, Fushimi Makoto had just tied on his apron.

"Are you getting ready to cook?" she asked.

"Yeah, it's almost dinnertime, you guys must be hungry too." Fushimi Makoto glanced at the bedroom with the door tightly closed.

Utaha hasn't come out yet; if nothing unexpected happens, she probably has no clothes or pants to wear.

After such an embarrassing incident, neither of them should be in the mood to eat.

"Then you cook first, I'll go back to get my clothes." Yukino said and left, not giving Fushimi Makoto a chance to ask any questions.

Today's events were too embarrassing. Although she could use this to manipulate or torture Utaha, she wouldn't make fun of it and spread it around.

Even with Fushimi Makoto, whom she trusted most, she didn't really want to tell him.

Little did she know, Fushimi Makoto had already uncovered everything through his extraordinary senses.

He even guessed that Yukino was going back to get her clothes.

After Yukino left, Fushimi Makoto deliberately went to the bedroom and knocked on the door. "Utaha- senpai, I'm getting ready to cook."

"Okay... okay, I'll come out later." Utaha's voice was very flustered.

Then she added, "Oh, right, Fushimi, could you please get me a bathrobe? I'd like to take a bath."

"Okay, I'll hang the bathrobe by the bathroom door. You can take it yourself."

"Thanks."

Fushimi Makoto went straight to the kitchen.

He knew that if he stayed in the living room, Utaha would be too embarrassed to come out.

Therefore, he needs to create opportunities for Utaha.

A moment later, the bedroom door opened, Utaha's beautiful face peeked out.

Once she was sure Fushimi Makoto was chopping vegetables in the kitchen, she quickly went to the bathroom, grabbed a bathrobe, and closed the door.

She felt much better after taking a shower.

It seems that not only is the mental state good, but the physical state is also in excellent condition?

She wasn't entirely sure.

But one thing is certain: she is full of energy and spirit, even better than when she met Fushimi Makoto and the other man before.

"Is it because I had a completely pleasurable release that I'm in such a good state?"

Utaha felt a little ashamed.

And there's something she really needs to verify.

Just then, Fushimi Makoto came out. Their eyes met, and she opened her mouth but no sound came out.

Fushimi Makoto understood what was going on.

"What does the senior want to say to me?" he asked, initiating the conversation.

Utaha's eyes darted around, clearly indicating she felt guilty.

But what she said came out smoothly, "You should have helped me just now."

"Help you?"

"Yes, Yukinoshita already has the upper hand, and instead of helping me, you followed her instructions to get the rope..."

Utaha spoke, her mood gradually warmed up. "Come to think of it, you seem to really like Yukinoshita."

Fushimi Makoto didn't answer, but instead said, "Does Utaha- senpai still remember that topic we talked about back then?"

"What topic?" Utaha couldn't remember.

She experienced too much and too much stimulation today. Although she is full of energy, her mind is not working very well.

Fushimi Makoto walked towards her. "I told you, if Utaha- senpai continues to cause trouble, I'll torture you severely."

In the past, upon hearing these words, Utaha would most likely have reluctantly cooperated, letting him torture her as he pleased.

If she happens to be in a good mood, she'd be happy to transform into his favorite "yogurt senior."

But today is different.

Upon hearing the word "torture" from Fushimi Makoto's mouth, Utaha immediately recalled her shameful behavior just now.

She clenched her fists nervously and embarrassedly, but tried to remain calm, saying, "We'll talk about this later, Fushimi. I need your help with something."

"What kind of help?" Fushimi Makoto asked.

"Please... tie me up again, just like before." Utaha tried to suppress her shame, but her face turned bright red after she finished speaking.

"Ah?"

Fushimi Makoto was shocked.

He truly hadn't expected Utaha to have this thought.

However, he quickly realized that Utaha probably intended to verify it.

Maybe Yukino has the same thought...

Thinking about it carefully, Yukino has such a strong thirst for knowledge and is very proactive. If it weren't for the fact that this matter is too private and too easy for Utaha to run away in embarrassment, Yukino probably would have actually wanted to verify it.

"Stop 'ah'ing, answer me quickly!" Utaha's face flushed red, and she was a little anxious.

She didn't want to wait for Yukino come back.

If the other party discovers my verification plan, I'll really have to transfer schools.

"Okay, shall we begin here?" Fushimi Makoto agreed.

"Let's go to your room."

The two went to the bedroom, where the rope was still there. Fushimi Makoto simply picked it up and reused it.

Utaha sat nervously in the chair, reaching her hands behind her back and mimicking her earlier actions.

As Fushimi Makoto tied her wrists again, she immediately focused her attention.

Just a dozen seconds later, that intense pleasure and heat filled her heart once again.

Really!

I do have this kind of fetish!

Utaha was deeply shocked.

She never imagined that she had such a perverse fetish for "rope walking".

Feeling that familiar yet surging emotion welling up inside her, Utaha suppressed the urge to scream and said to Fushimi Makoto with utter embarrassment, "Please help me untie this."

But Fushimi Makoto said, "Wait a minute."

"Wait?"

"Yes, I already reminded you, have you forgotten?"

"What are you reminding me of... no, are you trying to torture me right now?"

Utaha almost couldn't close her legs.

To be honest, aside from a moment of shame, she quickly realized that there was no one else in the house, and her annoying Yukinoshita wasn't there either.

He just so happens to "like" being tied up, and he also enjoys Fushimi Makoto torturing him.

Isn't this a double celebration?

Her long, beautiful legs trembled involuntarily, her fair and delicate skin seemed to glow, and although the bathrobe covered her perfect waist and hip curves, it could not hide the charming allure that did not match her age.

Especially when she looked up at Fushimi Makoto, her eyes, though seemingly shy, couldn't hide the underlying feelings of testing and anticipation.

Utaha raised her burning face and Fushimi Makoto's gaze, her breathing gradually becoming heavy. "... What do you plan to do?"

Fushimi Makoto turned around and picked up a pen. "How about writing tally characters?"

Utaha's gaze froze for a moment. "Huh?"

"Write it on your leg."

"I disagree!"

"So, I'll transform into the Yogurt Senior while simultaneously writing tally marks?"

"... You should just write."

"Write a few?"

"..."

"If you're not going to talk, then I'll just go get some yogurt and torture you."

"Write as many as you want!"

Utaha's embarrassed and annoyed shouts came from inside the house.

But once Fushimi Makoto actually started writing, she found herself incredibly happy!

This is very abnormal.

But she was genuinely happy.

Chapter 275 I think I'm a little dead

"So, what's going on here?"

Yukino stood in the living room carrying a bag. She could hear Fushimi Makoto cooking from the kitchen, and in front of her lay a salted fish Utaha.

The clean, white bathrobe hung loosely on Utaha as she lay on the sofa, revealing not only her delicate, fair collarbone but also a large expanse of skin above her chest.

Even with Yukino watching her, Utaha remained lying there without moving.

That's why Yukino wondered: What happened while I was gone?

She stared at Utaha, whose eyes were vacant, for a while. Seeing that the other person still didn't speak, she called out again, "Kasumigaoka- senpai?"

" Under the Yukinoshita," Utaha spoke this time, her eyes still fixed on the sky, as if talking to herself, "I feel like I'm a little dead."