Sesame, Open Up-Please

Compared to the peak of pleasure she experienced last night, isn't this a different kind of pleasure for her now?

Outside the house.

Utaha pressed herself against the door, completely lacking any decorum, and listened for a long time, but she still couldn't hear a sound, which made her somewhat disappointed.

Why isn't Yukinoshita saying anything? How can she be so patient?

Utaha's face flushed as she Fushimi Makoto on several occasions.

Suddenly the door was opened.

Utaha was startled and Fushimi Makoto quickly covered her mouth.

Under her bewildered and confused gaze, Fushimi Makoto closed the door before saying, "She's asleep."

"Ha?"

Utaha was even more confused. "You mean, she fell asleep during the massage?"

"That's right."

"Has she become stronger?"

"No, senior, that's a really stupid question."

"..."

Utaha blushed and turned away.

She realized that what she had just said made her sound like an impatient fool.

Even if Yukino can become stronger, it shouldn't be this fast.

But Utaha was still not entirely convinced. "She didn't make any strange noises the whole time?"

Fushimi Makoto struggled to suppress a laugh, "No."

"Not a sound at all?"

"She didn't make any other noises except when she was talking to me."

"... That's unbelievable."

Utaha's expression was complicated.

Could it be that Yukinoshita far surpasses herself in this aspect?

Am I really that weak?

Utaha bit her lip and grabbed Fushimi Makoto's hand. "Elbow, come inside with me."

"Huh? Didn't we agree to meet in the living room?"

"It's safer inside. I refuse to believe I'm really inferior to Yukinoshita."

"Senior, don't panic, you must have misunderstood."

"What misunderstanding could I possibly have? I'll lie down later, and you can just press harder and massage me more vigorously."

Seeing her defiant look, Fushimi Makoto almost laughed, "I was really giving Yukino a proper massage just now, not the kind you're thinking of."

To everyone's surprise Utaha scoffed, "You think I'd believe that?"

Then, while gesturing to her long, black-stockinged legs, she said, "Although Yukinoshita isn't wearing pantyhose, I have to admit her legs are absolutely perfect. She's lying right in front of you, how could you not be tempted?"

"Yes." Fushimi Makoto really couldn't refute it.

"She's already accepted your massage, and those legs are right in front of you. Can you really resist touching them?"

"I couldn't help it."

"Isn't that enough?"

Utaha smiled confidently.

Still trying to fool me?

Who do you think I am?

As for now, just press me down hard.

Yukinoshita can do, Kasumigaoka can do too.

Five minutes later, inside the guest room.

"Stop! I said stop!"

Utaha lay flat on the bed, her face flushed red, and her eyes almost glazed over.

She just screamed for a full four minutes...

Chapter 367 Open Sesame, Thank You

"So, I only slept for fifteen minutes, and you've made me look like this?"

Inside the living room, Yukino, like an interrogator, scanned Fushimi Makoto and Utaha with scrutinizing eyes.

It's not surprising that she would have this attitude. Whoever woke up after a short nap and suddenly saw Utaha with a flushed face, her clothes and skirt a little messy, and her hair wet with sweat, would find such a scene extremely suspicious.

Utaha, her face flushed with shame and anger, glared fiercely at Fushimi Makoto.

Fushimi Makoto said innocently, "It's really not my fault. You insisted that I increase the intensity."

"Increase efforts?" Yukino caught the key phrase.

Under Utaha's embarrassed and annoyed gaze, Fushimi Makoto said, "I was originally going to massage my senior's legs in order, but she asked me to increase the pressure, saying that she could bear it."

Utaha's face grew even rosier.

"Oh? So what was the result?" Yukino seemed indifferent.

"The result was that my senior was meowing as I pressed her down." Fushimi Makoto shrugged.

"Shut up!" Utaha snapped, her breath coming in hot air.

Yukino's eyes flickered, and she looked thoughtful; she was probably letting her imagination run wild.

After a few seconds, she suddenly asked, "You only massaged my senior's legs?"

"Yes." Fushimi Makoto did not hide anything.

Yukino laughed, "Interesting."

"Really? I don't find it interesting at all." Utaha felt a tickle in her teeth.

By this time, she finally realized that she had made a complete blunder.

Given the immense power in Fushimi Makoto's large, seemingly magical hands, and considering the force he had just used, she didn't believe Yukino could have endured it all.

She considered herself to have pretty good mental fortitude, but after the intensity was increased, she felt like she was about to fly to the sky.

And it's the kind of humming while feeling blissfully happy.

"I think I understand what happened." Yukino's smile held a hint of mockery. "Senpai, could you tell me more about what just happened?"

"It's inconvenient, thank you." Utaha's flushed face should have exuded a charming aura, but now she was in a bad mood, so it turned into a strangely gloomy style.

The more she acted this way, the happier Yukino became. "Fushimi Woof, could you please tell me more about it?"

"No!" Utaha quickly interjected.

Having already experienced it herself, she was already incredibly ashamed. If Fushimi Makoto were to describe it again, how could she possibly live with herself?

You should realize you've reached the point where you need to go home and change into a dress...

"Senior, while I'm willing to admit you're excellent, sometimes you seem to enjoy making things difficult for yourself... oh, I should say you reap what you sow," Yukino continued to mock.

Utaha snorted coldly, "If you experienced it too, you wouldn't be much better than me."

"So I have no intention of experiencing it." Yukino delivered the decisive blow with a single sentence.

Utaha fell completely silent.

In today's match, Yukino emerged victorious once again.

"Alright, senior, have some water first, to hydrate... Don't glare at me, I'll put the cup down." Fushimi Makoto helped by serving tea and water, acting as a waiter.

Utaha silently picked up her water glass.

She was indeed thirsty.

As for moisturizing, let's not even mention it.

"I'd like to take a few more of those Bamboo-copter back with me," Utaha said, clearing her throat and subtly changing the subject.

"No problem." Fushimi Makoto had already prepared everything.

Utaha finally smiled a little more.

But at that moment, her smile froze slightly, her voluptuous body seemed to shift uneasily, and then she reached her hand behind her back.

"What's wrong?" Both Fushimi Makoto and Yukino noticed her unusual behavior.

Utaha's smile vanished, and her face darkened again. "That wretched Eriri Spencer Sawamura, she not only hit me, but she actually tore my clothes."

Fushimi Makoto suddenly realized what was going on.

Yukino couldn't hold back any longer and laughed, "You mean, when you two were wrestling in the sky, she accidentally tore your bra?"

"It didn't break, but it's probably close... Anyway, the strap just ripped." Utaha paused for a second, then put the cup down in frustration.

Bad news kept coming.

Fushimi Makoto could sense her bad mood, so he refrained from teasing her further. "Can you still wear this home?"

"What do you think? It's about to fall down." Utaha sighed, rubbing her forehead, muttering to herself, "I bought this bra two years ago. I should have thrown it away long ago; the size is no longer right."

Yukino's expression was even more helpless than hers. "Even at a time like this, you still have to show off your chest. Should I say, 'That's just like you!'"

"Did I show off?" Utaha raised an eyebrow, seemingly with a simple question.

Yukino, too lazy to answer such a boring question, said directly, "Go back to your room and take it off. Since the strap is broken, continuing to wear it will not only be uncomfortable, but you might also accidentally cut your skin."

"But I wouldn't dare go back if I didn't wear it." Seeing that the other person had become serious, Utaha Yu's mood eased.

"Do you want to get cut by accident?" Yukino asked coldly.

Just as Utaha was about to answer, her eyes suddenly lit up. "You've gone to all this trouble to tell me, do you perhaps have a way?"

They talked about intimate apparel in front of a man, as if ignoring Fushimi Makoto.

"It's not that I have a way, it's just that this guy..." Yukino said, then looked at Fushimi Makoto, "Is it convenient for you to know about that thing, Senpai?"

"What is that?" Utaha's heart suddenly raced.

Is it another great product like the Bamboo-copter?

Fushimi Makoto did not answer, but got up and went to the room to retrieve the Anywhere Door.

Under Utaha's inexplicably tense gaze, Fushimi Makoto handed over the Anywhere Door: "Put this on the wall, and you can go home."

Users can only travel to places they have been before; this is the limitation of the Anywhere Door.

Fushimi Makoto had never been to Utaha's bedroom before, so this time he would have to let her use it by herself.

"Are you kidding me?" Utaha's face showed even more shock than before.

Yukino testified from the side, "I've already tried it, and it's very convenient."

Utaha took a deep breath, her beautiful eyes burning with passion as she looked at Fushimi Makoto.

With this, wouldn't I be able to come find him anytime in the future?

No!

It should mean you can raid someone's base at any time.

"Thanks."

Utaha concealed her burning emotions; she was increasingly looking forward to the boy she had fallen for.

He can actually bring out so many amazing things.

According to Fushimi Makoto's description, Utaha returned home quickly.

When she returned, her uniform skirt was gone, replaced by a business suit that perfectly accentuated her mature figure.

Yukino's face turned cold as she looked at her. "What kind of outfit is this?"