Strike First, Win!

Eriri Spencer Sawamura felt ashamed and confused because she had been affected by Nino Divine Power.

Unsurprisingly, Miku Nakano upstairs is probably in the same situation right now.

"Oh right, Ichika bought it on the way... They were taking pictures outside, so I came here by myself first."

Eriri Spencer Sawamura spoke haltingly, her breathing erratic, beads of sweat appearing on her forehead, her shapely chest rising and falling.

Anyone could see that her current state was very strange.

Yukino frowned slightly, about to ask a question, when Eriri Spencer Sawamura asked in confusion, "Yukinoshita, aren't you reading in your room?"

As expected, something unexpected happened!

Yukino's heart sank.

Fushimi Makoto immediately replied, "Yukino was reading upstairs, but I just called her down."

"Shout it down?"

"Yes, you know she's skilled in Aikido, right? I was just sparring with her for a bit when I was bored."

"Huh?"

Eriri Spencer Sawamura stood there, her face flushed, her eyes wide with surprise.

I must say, she looks quite cute.

Yukino remained silent, thinking to herself that this guy could really spout nonsense, but thankfully Sawamura seemed to believe him.

"So who won?" Eriri Spencer Sawamura tried to distract herself by chatting.

Fushimi Makoto: "I finally defeated Aikido after giving it my all."

Yes, he won with great satisfaction, Yukino a soft snort in defeat.

Yukino blushed, so angry she wanted to kick him!

Is this something we can even talk about?!

But he was just showing off, wasn't he? I was the one who lost just now.

Moreover, because of the tight schedule, Yukino's peak of pleasure arrived earlier than usual.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura turned to look at Yukino, clearly curious and seeking confirmation.

Yukino couldn't possibly engage in such a topic, nor was she willing to lie easily, so she said expressionlessly, "Not at full strength."

Fushimi Makoto lost his composure.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura suddenly realized.

So Yukinoshita really did lose.

"I'm going upstairs to read a book..." Yukino said, turning to leave.

But then she remembered that Eriri Spencer Sawamura seemed a bit off, so she asked with concern, "Are you tired?"

"Huh? No! I'm just a little hot." Eriri Spencer Sawamura shivered.

"Yeah?"

Yukino didn't believe it at all.

However, she felt embarrassed to stay any longer. If Fushimi Makoto talked a little more about "sparring Aikido," she was afraid she might lose her temper and kick him over.

So Yukino upstairs first.

As soon as she left, Fushimi Makoto, there was movement in Miku Nakano's room.

However, to his surprise, Miku Nakano, instead of coming down, took matters into her own hands and did everything she could to satisfy her needs...

"Um, Fushimi... I'm feeling really strange right now, and I don't know what's wrong with me."

Eriri Spencer Sawamura clenched her little fists, her face flushed, and she breathed softly.

She was almost at her breaking point.

As for why she didn't go back to her room but went directly to Fushimi Makoto story.

Deep down, she always felt that she should trust Fushimi Makoto more than Yukino and her other friends.

Because the previous times I encountered problems, the other party easily resolved them for me.

"You must have been playing too wildly and got exhausted," Fushimi Makoto lied through his teeth.

"Is... is that so?" Eriri Spencer Sawamura, half-believing.

"Come inside with me, I'll give you a massage to relieve your fatigue."

"Massage?"

"Yes, I guarantee you'll recover in a few minutes at most."

"Then... I'll have to trouble you."

Eriri Spencer Sawamura felt a surge of hot emotions coursing through her body, but she also felt happy.

I knew I hadn't misjudged him; he always manages to help me!

Eriri Spencer Sawamura put the things on the table and followed Fushimi Makoto into the house.

"Go lie down on the sofa," Fushimi Makoto said, pointing to the sofa.

He planned to use his Hand of God to quickly solve Eriri Spencer Sawamura's problem.

If you can't solve the problem, then solve Eriri Spencer Sawamura.

But this possibility is very small. Although Eriri Spencer Sawamura can draw things that are not suitable for children, she has never even been in a relationship, let alone had any practical experience in that area.

Therefore, Fushimi Makoto that he could handle it quickly.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura was unaware of any of this; her mind was completely blank at that moment. She obediently took off her shoes, lay down on the sofa, and then looked up, gazing longingly at the person beside her.

Fushimi Makoto squatted down and reached out to hold Eriri Spencer Sawamura's slender, fair feet.

"Eh? You..." Eriri Spencer Sawamura suddenly tensed up when she felt the warm hand of the opposite sex.

"Relax." Fushimi Makoto casually helped her take off her socks.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura bit her lip in embarrassment.

How could he touch my feet?

They even helped me take off my socks.

Etc!

He complimented my legs before!

Eriri Spencer Sawamura's mind was in turmoil, her heart was in turmoil, and she stared Fushimi Makoto's profile. As if possessed, she blurted out, "W-Do you really like my feet?"

Normally, she definitely wouldn't dare to ask that question.

"I like it," Fushimi Makoto readily admitted.

Her feet were small, white, delicate, and slender, with pink soles and round, adorable toes. Under the light, they were truly a pair of flawless, shimmering jade feet.

This is the perfect little pudding ice cream.

"You... you're not allowed to do strange things." Eriri Spencer Sawamura blushed and pressed her legs together.

Fushimi Makoto's expression remained unchanged. "I told you, I'll only give you massages."

"Oh."

Eriri Spencer Sawamura fell silent.

For some reason, seeing him so calm, the girl felt a strange sense of disappointment.

It's like secretly hoping he'll do something strange.

But as Fushimi Makoto's hands moved over her feet, she felt her face growing increasingly hot, and she felt completely out of sorts.

In the last second before her reason crumbled, she whispered, almost like a mosquito's buzz, "Next time... you're not allowed to play with my feet again."

She meant, it's possible today.

Fushimi Makoto couldn't help but laugh.

Would you call this a rare instance of proactive attack?

Is it only with Nino Divine Power that she can barely let go of her tsundere attitude and speak the truth hidden deep in her heart?

As Fushimi Makoto pondered this, he gently caressed her soft, delicate feet and whispered, "I'm going to start massaging you now."

"Hmm~"

"Can I take off my skirt?"

"Huh?"

After a brief silence, Eriri Spencer Sawamura shyly covered her face.

"I have no strength left."

She said.

Chapter 288 The First Move Guaranteed to Win!

After being massaged by the Hand of God, Eriri Spencer Sawamura finally dispelled all the heat in her heart.

Of course, she also reached the peak of pleasure because of this.

It was through this experience that Eriri Spencer Sawamura finally realized one thing.

Fushimi Makoto really likes her legs!

My well-maintained legs were thoroughly played with by him tonight.

But Fushimi Makoto that "this is a massage," and she genuinely felt pleasant, comfortable, and extremely relaxed.

So even if her legs were so weak that she had to lean against the wall to get out of the house, she had no reason to condemn the other person.

"You look much better now than before." Fushimi Makoto followed Eriri Spencer Sawamura out.

He was quite satisfied with what he had just experienced.

It's real jade!

Eriri Spencer Sawamura's face flushed, and she was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to say.

Are you in good shape?

That's definitely a good condition.

I'm so healthy now that I don't even want to move.

I never knew a massage could bring such pleasure!

Eriri Spencer Sawamura couldn't help but steal Fushimi Makoto's hands.

Fushimi Makoto knew what she was thinking, "Don't worry, I've already washed."

Eriri Spencer Sawamura's eyes flashed with shame and anger.

Since you know the truth in your heart, then don't say it!

Fushimi Makoto continued, "It's just a massage."

"Yes, it's just a massage," Eriri Spencer Sawamura quickly interjected, turning her flushed face away, her voice lacking confidence. "Massages are normal; I used to give my mom massages at home too."

"Massage is of course normal."

"Hmm... the massage was also innocent."

Upon hearing her add that sentence, Fushimi Makoto couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What are you laughing at?" Eriri Spencer Sawamura didn't want to glare at him this time; she wanted to hit him instead.

Fushimi Makoto: "Innocent, absolutely innocent."

Eriri Spencer Sawamura: "..."

Fushimi Makoto was shy, Makoto Fushimi went straight to the table and sat down, looking at the fried skewers Eriri Spencer Sawamura had brought back earlier. "Why did you buy so many?"

Eriri Spencer Sawamura breathed a sigh of relief when he finally brought up something else, but her tone still carried a hint of embarrassment. "Ichika said you have a big appetite, so she bought a little extra."