Forget It, I'm Going All Out! (Continued)

Wow, you even prepared an excuse in advance?

Fushimi Makoto almost laughed, "What you said makes some sense, but if you want to continue filming, you can't continue like this."

"What do you mean? You mean I can't rub against you? No problem, I'll try my best," Yumiko said quickly.

Fushimi Makoto shook his head. "What I mean is, you can't put your feet here."

Yumiko fell silent.

She had already guessed it.

But if I ask her to pull her foot back, the unbearable urge I feel inside is really hard to bear.

She wasn't as brave in her attacks Matsukaze Mayu.

In the end, being shy, she nodded in agreement.

So, at Fushimi Makoto's instruction, she leaned against the wall, turned her body to the side, and knelt down, raising her upper body and rosy cheeks.

Because of this pose, her well-developed curves were more clearly revealed, and the short denim shorts that were covered by the loose top also appeared in the shot.

As we all know, these short denim shorts are very tight-fitting.

In other words, if you don't have a good figure, wearing these short denim shorts will expose your thin frame.

But Yumiko is different.

She struck this alluring pose, her hips and waist only slightly raised, yet she already possessed a rounded, ball-like quality.

Perhaps it was the growing heat in her heart, and the fact that she couldn't feel Fushimi Makoto's body temperature again, that made her gaze increasingly unfocused, revealing a hint of alluring charm.

Just as Fushimi Makoto adopted a professional attitude and finished taking a photo, she "disobeyed" and changed her pose.

She arched her back even further.

The most amusing thing was that after she finished doing this, she stole Fushimi Makoto. Their eyes met, and she quickly turned her head away like a little hamster stealing a bite of its owner's cake.

Fushimi Makoto suppressed a laugh and asked, "You know you're acting on your own again?"

Yumiko blinked guiltily, "Really? I just felt that the previous movement was too tiring, and this is a bit more relaxing."

Easy?

This is clearly more tiring, isn't it?

Fushimi Makoto immediately raised his hand and slapped the small ball.

"Ah!"

Yumiko blushed and exclaimed in surprise, her eyes glaring at her with a mixture of shyness and reproach. "What are you doing?"

Fushimi Makoto: "Disobedience must be punished."

"But you can't hit me..."

"Yumiko, you seem to have overlooked something. Every minute you delay, the time it takes to get the photo you're satisfied with is also delayed by one minute."

"I... I understand."

Yumiko bit her lip, murmuring shyly, "I'll do as you say, but you can't hit me anymore."

As she continued speaking, her voice grew softer and softer.

However, only she knew that she had actually felt extremely excited when Fushimi Makoto suddenly patted her.

It was as if the pent-up frustration in my heart had been released, and I felt a brief moment of relief.

Even if it was only for a second, she was still somewhat captivated.

So she verbally agreed and said that Fushimi Makoto hand on her again, but during the subsequent filming, she made even more of these little disturbances...

Those little gestures seemed to be telling Fushimi Makoto: Come and punish me.

The translation is: The House of Commons overwhelmingly suppressed the House of Lords.

As a professional photographer, Fushimi Makoto certainly wouldn't "indulge" such an unruly person.

He put down his camera and rolled up his sleeves.

Five minutes later.

Yumiko lay on the ground, her face flushed, her eyes watery, and the languid and charming aura between her brows was almost overflowing.

Just now, she paid the price for her disobedience.

I got beaten up.

But I'm very happy.

I'm quite satisfied.

She felt it wasn't enough.

That restless, itchy feeling hasn't subsided yet.

Yumiko slowly got up from the ground, her eyes darting around, but she still said, "I'll remember you hitting me today."

Fushimi Makoto couldn't help but laugh out loud, saying, "I must say, your current act of saying one thing and meaning another is quite adorable in a completely different way."

"Really?" Yumiko's feigned vengeful demeanor vanished instantly, replaced by a hint of pride.

He definitely thought I was cute and very charming.

But the next second, she suddenly frowned and clutched her stomach, her expression looking rather unnatural.

"What's wrong with you?"

While concerned, Fushimi Makoto was also a little puzzled; he had hit her from behind, so why was she covering her front?

Yumiko clutched her stomach, somewhat embarrassed, and whispered, "I think I drank too much cold drink. I was chatting with my friends at the cold drink shop all afternoon."

Fushimi Makoto understood.

She probably drank more than one cold drink, and likely ate other things with her friends in between. The alternation between hot and cold foods must have upset her stomach.

That's all for today.

Fushimi Makoto helped her sit down in a chair and even helped her put on her shoes.

Yumiko watched him finish doing these things, her cheeks flushed, and she felt a secret joy in her heart.

The feeling of being cared for and looked after is naturally very comfortable.

She was engrossed in watching, and the restlessness in her heart hadn't subsided. On impulse, she whispered, "Actually, I'm fine. I can just rub it myself."

Fushimi Makoto had just placed the camera on the table, was taken aback.

Why specifically mention "just rub it a little and it'll be fine"?

Fushimi Makoto turned around and saw the girl's feigned composure, which was actually a look of anticipation. He immediately understood.

"Shall I help you?" he asked as he walked over.

"Um."

Yumiko didn't hesitate for even a second.

I even secretly gave myself a thumbs-up.

Finally, I can relax again.

Aside from the time he "punished" me, the rest of the time was pure torture for me.

Fushimi Makoto knelt down in front of Yumiko and first brushed aside the girl's slender little hands.

Yumiko obediently did not stop her.

She thought Fushimi Makoto would rub her stomach through her clothes.

But to her surprise, Fushimi Makoto actually slipped his hand under her clothes.

In an instant, a warm hand pressed against her belly, which was completely free of any excess fat.

"You..."

Yumiko opened her mouth wide, about to say something, but Fushimi Makoto calmly said, "This is more effective. You're lucky today; I happen to be quite good at acupressure."

"Is that so?"

Yumiko blinked rapidly.

Although she felt very shy, she actually felt much more relaxed as Fushimi Makoto's hand gently pressed down on her.

Of course, it also feels more immersive...

She secretly compared the temperature of her feet in Fushimi Makoto's hands earlier to the temperature of his hands now.

It's a bit like when you're shivering in the winter and someone suddenly brings you a hand warmer.

Comfortable and pleasant.

However, Yumiko couldn't help but wonder if his casual and direct act of putting his hand inside her clothes meant they were already close enough to be best friends.

If they weren't close friends, normal friends wouldn't be so direct; they would at least ask first.

As she was lost in thought, Fushimi Makoto's voice rang in her ear. "Are you feeling better now?"

"Hmm, much better."

Yumiko blushed and nodded.

Then, unable to resist, she whispered with a hint of anticipation, "You can move around more too."

Fushimi Makoto: "If I move around too much, I'm worried you won't be able to move anymore."

Yumiko looked bewildered. "What do you mean?"

Fushimi Makoto smiled and said, "To be honest, I'm probably one of the most outstanding people my age when it comes to professional massage."

"Really?"

Yumiko's curiosity was piqued, and since she was feeling really comfortable, her stomach discomfort had eased considerably.

She then extended the invitation. "Then you should move around more."

"Good."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fushimi Makoto entered the mode of a professional masseur.

In an instant, Yumiko's body tensed completely, her cheeks burned, her long eyelashes trembled, and her already moist eyes became even more alluring.

She instinctively shut her mouth, not wanting to make any embarrassing noises.

The problem is, this feeling is just too good.

It felt like I was soaking in a hot spring; my whole body and mind relaxed completely.

Not only was his stomach discomfort relieved, but the restlessness in his heart was also being satisfied with his movements.

"Waaaaah..."

Even though Yumiko gritted her teeth, she still managed to make a sound that was hard to understand.

Fushimi Makoto chuckled and joked, "Now you know why I said that, right?"

Yumiko gave him a reproachful look, but didn't say anything. Instead, she closed her watery eyes and leaned back comfortably.

That means: I'm comfortable, please increase the intensity!

Fushimi Makoto thought to himself, "You said it yourself."

He had gone a step further with others before, and in the end, that girl couldn't hold back and almost cried out in pain from being pressed down.

That person's name is Nakano Nino.

As for Nakano Ichika, she was so thoroughly subdued that she left behind her "trophies."

Are you sure you want to continue?

Fushimi Makoto even thoughtfully asked a question.

"Yes, please continue."

Yumiko answered without hesitation.

She opened her watery eyes, looking at Fushimi Makoto's face with a mixture of shyness and joy. "I can hold back."

Fushimi Makoto: "What can you tolerate?"