Chapter 480

"Have you been having those nightmares lately?"

Kuroki Yuka was taken aback. She seemed surprised that Haihara would suddenly ask her such a question. She opened her mouth, then answered softly:

"... occasionally, but it's much better now."

At least when Haihara first entered the room, the curtains weren't drawn, and it was quite bright.

Haihara casually sat down on Kuroki Yuka's bed, finding it quite soft and comfortable. She could also smell a very faint scent emanating from Kuroki Yuka.

It certainly didn't smell bad.

It's hardly a natural body odor.

It's slightly cool and damp, with a faintly sweet scent.

Yes, especially when you get close to Kuroki Yuka's hair, that hair, which is finer and smoother than feathers, has such a cool scent.

After Haihara sat on the bed and the curtains were drawn, and they could start kissing, Kuroki Yuka became quiet instead.

The thin, frail child tiptoed onto the bed and slowly approached Haihara.

The dimly lit and cold bedroom was eerily quiet for a moment.

Haihara leaned against the headboard with a slightly lazy air, seemingly having no intention of doing anything on her own, simply waiting for Kuroki Yuka to take the initiative.

The girl raised her hand and tentatively touched Haihara's face.

Haihara's skin has an incredible feel to it. If it weren't so thin and close to her bone, it would probably be incredibly soft, and there's no resistance when you run your fingers over it.

She took off Haihara's glasses and looked into the woman's overly cold and indifferent black eyes.

Half of this woman's ruthlessness seemed to reside in her beautiful eyes.

But at this moment, as I touched it and felt the other person's gaze, it felt like I was touching a doll or an ice sculpture.

She was a little worried that if she dragged it out too long, Haihara- san would change her mind, so after admiring her briefly, she brought her face closer, and as she did so, she could hear her heart pounding.

How embarrassing.

Kuroki Yuka thought this, and then kissed him.

At the same time, before kissing, she wondered what kind of reaction her kiss would elicit from the woman.

But the truth is, when she kissed herself, her mind went completely blank.

"..."

Her lips lightly touched Haihara's thin, pretty lips at first, and the cool, sweet sensation made Kuroki Yuka feel like she was drunk.

Kuroki Yuka unconsciously let out cute "uh-huh" sounds, which were so delicate that they made her blush.

This is so much like a naive young woman from Chu who has never experienced sexual intimacy.

Her face flushed red, and she kissed him even deeper, as if in a coquettish manner.

Kuroki Yuka thought to herself, "Kissing is wonderful."

But the more she kissed, the more unsatisfied she felt.

While silently praying that "Miss Haihara wouldn't mind," she boldly and quietly stuck out her tongue.

At first, she licked Haihara's lips like a kitten, and then she felt that Haihara Haibara seemed to be cooperating.

But after doing that, she lost her way and, in her nervousness, withdrew her tongue, accidentally bumping her teeth against Haihara's lips.

Haihara covered her mouth in confusion, while Kuroki Yuka tasted a faint metallic taste of blood in her mouth.

She said in a panic:

"Um... I'm sorry, I..."

The woman calmly lowered her hand from her mouth, her usually pale and pretty lips now stained with a bright red.

She calmly looked at Kuroki Yuka, whose face was flustered and who was almost crying, and reached out a hand to pinch Kuroki Yuka's chin.

Kuroki Yuka looked slightly confused.

And Haihara said softly, her voice low and gentle as moonlight:

"Come back, I'll teach you."

"... oh."

Kuroki Yuka blinked her bright eyes and cautiously approached him this time.

This woman, who was usually cold and indifferent, used her body to teach Kuroki Yuka kiss in a very gentle way this time.

It tastes sweet, like blood and rust, and like the taste of lips.

It's slightly damp.

After a while, the two of them were able to make those captivating, sucking sounds like kissing in a movie, Kuroki Yuka couldn't even hear her own heartbeat anymore.

The candy in her mouth hadn't completely melted yet.

But she felt that Haihara- san's lips seemed sweeter.

In the cool stillness, Kuroki Yuka's knees swayed back and forth, unknowingly crumpling the sheets. In the end Kuroki Yuka completely embraced Haihara, her hand stroking the woman's fragrant black hair.

The fleeting beauty felt incredibly long.

Chapter Four: Could it be that you also...?

Kuroki Yuka is clearly a very lecherous brat.

While they were kissing, her hands were doing something else naughty. Haihara heard the sound of her collar buttons being undone.

By the time Haihara was considering whether to stop the brat, all the buttons on her chest had already been undone.

He wasn't very skilled at kissing, but he was quite quick at unbuttoning his clothes.

What are they trying to do now?

Haihara watched curiously as Kuroki Yuka reluctantly pulled away from her lips, then shamelessly asked herself:

"May I take a look?"

As she spoke, her gaze moved down from Haihara's neck, her face flushing slightly.

Haihara felt a chill in her chest.

She thought for a moment, then lightly agreed:

Okay.

Sometimes, Haihara very generous, depending on her mood. She thought the candies Kuroki Yuka picked this time were indeed quite delicious.

Then, she turned her head away and casually looked to the side.

Kuroki Yuka's breathing seemed a little heavier, although she tried her best not to make herself look so embarrassed.

Afterwards, while stealing glances at Haihara, worried that Haihara was staring at her, she gently placed her hand on Haihara's collar.

Slowly pull it apart.

She noticed that Haihara's skin, set against the black lace, was incredibly white, a truly pure and delicate color like snow.

Further down, you can see the outline of thin ribs, obscured by a heavy object.

The astringency is astonishing.

Kuroki Yuka reached out and touched Haihara's upper abdomen. The feeling of her thinness and the clear texture of everything made her feel irresistible.

Noticing Haihara's recklessness, she couldn't help but kiss Haihara's neck, then restrained her lewd thoughts:

"Will Haihara- san hate me? I felt a little nauseous just now."

She said it somewhat shyly.

"Yes, a little."

Haihara answered calmly.

Kuroki Yuka stiffened slightly, glanced to the side, and whistled softly, pretending not to hear.

Haihara blinked:

"So, are you feeling any better about your injuries from the previous battle?"

As she spoke, she buttoned her clothes.

"Yes, I'm feeling better. So... will we have another chance like this in the future?" Kuroki Yuka to hide her anticipation.

"Maybe."

For some reason, Haihara smiled after buttoning all the buttons.

Although Haihara- san has a pretty smile, Kuroki Yuka has a bad feeling about it for some reason.

Afterwards, Haihara gently grasped Kuroki Yuka's shoulders and Kuroki Yuka placed her on the headboard, where Haihara had just been sitting. Kuroki Yuka looked confused and curious as Haihara did as she pleased.

Kuroki Yuka was about to ask what was going on, she heard Haihara say--

"I've just let you touch me like that, so how about you make me happy a little?"

The woman, who was usually so cold, was now all smiles.

"Huh? What should we do?"

Kuroki Yuka still didn't understand.

Haihara casually said:

"Lift up your skirt and let me see."

"... What?"

Kuroki Yuka paused for a moment, then seemed to realize something and sensed it.

The girl's two thighs twisted slightly.

Afterwards, Kuroki Yuka's face turned deathly pale, looking extremely ugly, and then she revealed an expression of utter terror.

She hurriedly and frantically said---

"Um... Miss Haihara, this has gone beyond the bounds, it's a crime, isn't it?"

Why didn't you realize this when you were unbuttoning my shirt?

Haihara's face clearly showed no intention of reconciliation; she simply grabbed one of Kuroki Yuka's legs with each hand.

This pose looks a bit awkward...

But Kuroki Yuka, that brat, desperately covered her skirt, as if she didn't want Haihara to see anything.

Seeing this, Haihara thought for a while and then came up with a solution.

While Kuroki Yuka was still desperately trying to cover her skirt, she leaned forward and, to Kuroki Yuka's stunned and bewildered gaze, kissed her lips.

This kiss was far more intense than the ones Kuroki Yuka before.

Kuroki Yuka soon found herself out of breath, and all her strength vanished.

In that brief moment, Haihara immediately released her mouth and cleanly and efficiently did what she had just been thinking about to do to Kuroki Yuka's skirt.

Kuroki Yuka felt like she had accidentally exposed herself.

She looked up and saw Haihara- san staring with great interest at what was under her skirt.

"Oh, I see."

Upon seeing the scene there, Haihara immediately understood.

Even someone as useless as Kuroki Yuka blushed instantly.

She couldn't help but lift her foot and gently kick Haihara with her leg, which was only wearing a short sock.

Haihara felt her arm being kicked several times in an instant.

Then, she saw Kuroki Yuka Ikuka's pitiful expression---

"Miss Haihara, that's too much!"

"Come to think of it, I think I took off your underwear and took it with me before. How about we do it again?"

"Don't do it! And give me back what you had last time too!"