Feeding a Beautiful Girl Is a Wonderful Experience

She first used the light from her phone to check the location of the bed and was surprised to find that there was no one else on it.

"Didn't Ichika and the others come? That makes sense, the bed is so small, there's no way four people can sleep in it."

She thought to herself, then closed the door behind her and, her face flushed, burrowed into Fushimi Makoto's bed.

Who says only those who stand in the light are victors?

She burrowed into the darkness of her bed, and that was true victory.

While asleep, Fushimi Makoto felt as if he had grabbed something. He played with it for a while, assuming it was Ichika sneaking in, so he didn't bother to open his eyes and simply pulled the soft, fragrant girl into his arms.

Before five in the morning, Fushimi Makoto woke up as usual.

When he saw the girl still fast asleep in his arms, he was stunned for a moment.

"So it wasn't Ichika after all."

He gazed at the girl's sweet and adorable sleeping face, thinking to himself.

The person lying in his arms at that moment was Miku Nakano.

The girl slept very properly, without kicking off the covers or striking any unseemly poses. Her sweet and lovely sleeping face was nestled in Fushimi Makoto's arms, her skin translucent, as if bathed in the morning light from the window.

Her fully developed body curled up slightly, the neckline loosening to reveal her delicate collarbone. The nightgown covering her chest rose and fell gently with her steady breathing, like ripples on water silently undulating in the morning light.

Fushimi Makoto unconsciously looked down. Her bare, smooth feet, without socks, were as white as jade, delicate and lovely. Her ankles were slender yet full, and her toes were soft as if boneless. Her pink and pea-colored toenails seemed to be the most eye-catching blooming petals in this dimly lit room.

Cute, I want to...

Fushimi Makoto banished his distracting thoughts and carefully removed the arm that Miku Nakano had been draping over him.

This is already his usual training time.

I wonder if Haruno is happily exercising again today?

Fushimi Makoto found it amusing just thinking about it.

As he got out of bed and put on his shoes, he suddenly felt someone grab his arm.

He turned around, Miku Nakano's small hand grasped his wrist, but the girl did not open her eyes, as if she were not awake.

They are really cute.

Fushimi Makoto.

He suppressed a laugh and pried Miku Nakano's hand away, but deliberately didn't leave.

Sure enough, Miku Nakano reached out again and grabbed it.

She still didn't open her eyes.

But her face gradually turned rosy, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Fushimi Makoto turned around and gently stroked her delicate face. "Girls who play pranks so early in the morning will be punished."

Miku Nakano finally opened her eyes, her watery eyes filled with a shy yet burning glow.

She released Fushimi Makoto, rolled over slightly, and kept herself facing upwards.

"Then punish me," she said, blushing.

Oh no, I'm totally smitten!

Because of Miku Nakano's excellent ganking awareness, Fushimi Makoto was successfully ambushed by her in the bushes, and today's training session had to be postponed.

On the day of the ball, Fushimi Makoto didn't go home after school because Mrs. Yukinoshita's black luxury car was already waiting at the door.

"So you've all arrived." Fushimi Makoto came to the back seat, smiled at Yukinoshita and her two daughters, and then greeted the driver.

The driver responded with a smile. He had a deep impression of Fushimi Makoto. That night, the two huskies started baring their teeth and growling for no reason, which seemed abnormal no matter how you looked at it.

He also suspected that Fushimi Makoto was involved, but it wasn't something a driver should concern himself with, so he consciously put it out of his mind.

"Yukino told me your clothing size before, let's go change together now." Mrs. Yukinoshita always has this concise and efficient style when it comes to serious matters.

Fushimi Makoto nodded.

Mrs. Yukinoshita somewhat surprised that he didn't say anything, but couldn't help asking, "Speaking of which, you don't seem to have ever asked me why I insisted on having you attend the ball?"

Yukino and Haruno also looked over.

They care about this matter quite a bit.

At least Yukino knew that Fushimi Makoto was definitely not the type to enjoy balls.

"Since you've already made your decision, there's no need for me to pry further. You won't harm me anyway," Fushimi Makoto said casually.

Mrs. Yukinoshita smiled gently, "You certainly know how to say nice things, but unfortunately, I can see that you're just putting on a show."

"That's what's commonly known as flattery," Haruno said with a grin.

Fushimi Makoto stretched. "Haruno- nee, how does self-discipline feel?"

Haruno immediately stopped laughing.

This time, it was Yukino's turn to chuckle to herself.

After receiving their respective formal wear, the group took a car to Haruno's apartment.

There's not much to say about men's formal wear; they're all uniform suits, with only minor differences in details.

Fushimi Makoto quickly changed into a suit. When he came out of the room, he found that the Yukinoshita sisters were not in the living room, only Mrs. Yukinoshita was already dressed in a black dress.

This beautiful woman's dress was very traditional, not even revealing her back, only showing off her elegant, fair neck.

Her makeup tonight was very sophisticated, not heavy, but rather the standard style of a strong, independent woman.

Mrs. Yukinoshita was also looking at Fushimi Makoto at that moment.

He is handsome and tall with a strong physique, possessing all the physical attributes to debut as an idol.

"Good."

She simply commented once.

Fushimi Makoto, in a moment of joy at the prospect of seeing the beautiful Yukinoshita sisters again, recalled that overused phrase online, a common expression of certain emotions. "The moonlight is beautiful."

Mrs. Yukinoshita's expression remained unchanged.

She knew that phrase.

However, she didn't find out on her own; rather, Haruno would occasionally chat with her about topics that young people liked.

It's not even dark yet at this time of day, so there's no way you could see the moonlight.

So she reached out and Fushimi Makoto's forehead.

"Are you being polite?" she asked.

Chapter 356 Feeding a beautiful girl is a great experience

Ten minutes later, Fushimi Makoto met the Yukinoshita sisters in the living room, who had changed their clothes.

As if by prior arrangement, they both chose light-colored long dresses. Since the skirts didn't have slits, they only revealed the sisters' delicate and smooth calves. Their ankles were slender and snow-white, and their skin was so delicate that there wasn't a single flaw. If you only looked at their legs, even Fushimi Makoto wouldn't be able to tell them apart.

Looking upwards, one sees slender, petite waists. As the saying goes, the waist is the most crucial area of a beautiful woman, because it clearly reveals a woman's figure curves, and the waist-to-hip ratio, which is most attractive to men, also begins from the waistline. The waistline of the long dress is precisely the most intimate boundary between the two sisters, and also the pivot point of their graceful figures.

As for going any further, Fushimi Makoto didn't think about it anymore.

After all, their development curves are completely different. Yukino's chest doesn't have much of a curve, but she is beautiful and charming. Haruno has the curves that mature women have, and with her habitual smile, as long as she doesn't think of playing pranks, she is a standard intellectual beauty.

The Yukinoshita sisters, of course, also noticed Fushimi Makoto's gaze.

Interestingly, they felt a surge of joy and pride almost simultaneously.

Yukino didn't say anything, but Haruno asked with a smile, "Isn't it beautiful?"

"To be honest, it's really good-looking," Fushimi Makoto said truthfully.

"So, who do you think is prettier, me or Yukino?" Haruno asked, her intentions cunning, throwing out this classic, deadly question.

Although Yukino didn't speak, her concerned gaze was fixed on Fushimi Makoto, indicating that she was also waiting for his reply.

If the man is amenable, he will usually reply with an embarrassed smile, "You are all good-looking."

But Fushimi Makoto is different.

He said quite simply, "Auntie is the prettiest."

The Yukinoshita sisters were stunned.

Yukino immediately gave her a disdainful look.

Haruno chuckled and said, "How cunning! You used your mother as a shield, so we really can't say anything more to you."

"Alright, it's time to go." Mrs. Yukinoshita said calmly.

Her posture was elegant, and her steps were steady.

It was as if what she had just said had no effect on her whatsoever.

But Fushimi Makoto could sense that she was hiding her joy.

The ball was held in a luxurious villa in Setagaya Ward.

When Fushimi Makoto and his entourage arrived, there were already many luxury cars parked nearby.

"Sayuri and Eriri Spencer Sawamura are here today too; they arrived even earlier than us. If you find it too crowded and troublesome later, you can find a place to eat something first."

Mrs. Yukinoshita led the three young men, Fushimi Makoto, inside, speaking softly as she went.

She was saying this to Fushimi Makoto and Yukino.

Haruno clearly cannot rest.

Although Haruno was also somewhat tired of these kinds of occasions, at least she didn't have to force herself to be self-disciplined today, which was good news.

After entering, Mrs. Yukinoshita separated from Fushimi Makoto and the other two, and walked towards the center of the magnificent hall.

"Eat something first, or you'll all be hungry later." Haruno said with an expression that said, "I'm very experienced."

Fushimi Makoto casually forked a slice of watermelon with his fork and asked, "Haruno, don't you need to socialize?"

"No rush, all my acquaintances are still busy." Haruno gestured with his eyes to the guests to his left.

"Normally, my older sister waits for Mother to call her over before she goes to chat with the guests." Yukino seemed to be in a good mood today and was talking more.

Fushimi Makoto nodded. "I see... I saw Sayuri and the others. Eriri Spencer Sawamura's smile is very much like that of a young lady from a wealthy family, completely different from how she is at school."

"She received this kind of education from a young age, so of course she can do it," Yukino said, looking at her like she was an idiot.

"What I mean is, her current image is quite different from how she is in private, which is quite interesting."

"Yeah?"

Yukino paused, taken aback. She hadn't paid attention to these things before, but now that Fushimi Makoto mentioned it, she recalled it and a faint smile appeared on her lips, "That's true."

Eriri Spencer Sawamura is elegant and quiet at the ball, but in private Eriri Spencer Sawamura is a simple-minded girl who seems a bit silly and almost always wears her heart on her sleeve.

This contrast is quite interesting.

"Makoto, what exactly is that plan?" Haruno asked after eating something and feeling full.

Fushimi Makoto and Yukino looked over at the same time.

Haruno met their gazes, not hiding the surprise in her voice. "It's just a seemingly ordinary plan, but it can actually determine whether I'm in the mood to exercise or study, and even the forced function of the plan failed because I have to attend a dance tonight..."

The more she spoke, the more surprised she became. "No matter how you look at it, I still think that plan is too intelligent."

"It's not intelligence, it's scientific rationality," Fushimi Makoto corrected.

Do you think a workout plan that forces someone to exercise can be categorized as scientific?

Why not?

"You... forget it, I'm not going to argue with you, lest I fall into your trap."

Haruno smiled shrewdly, then looked at her younger sister. "Is the plan you gave Yukino like this, Makoto?"

"No." Yukino laughed.

Haruno immediately adopted a resentful expression. "Discrimination? I hate this kind of thing the most."

Fushimi Makoto and Yukino exchanged a glance, and said in unison, "You chose it yourself."