Green-Tinted Tomie

Looking at Yuki Gyakukai's innocent expression, Kikyou Kushida was so furious she started cursing outright.

She came here to preserve evidence, not to give someone a free show.

"What do you mean by that innocent look? Say something!"

"And who are you putting on that pitying face for? Are you saying I'm not good enough?!"

As a very well-developed woman, Kikyou Kushida had plenty of confidence in her figure.

Every man who had ever stared at her body before wore a look of pure greed.

This was the first time she'd seen someone touch her precious body and then show a hint of regret.

She felt her pride had been deeply wounded.

Her face had already darkened, nearly dripping with anger, and her eyes blazed with murderous intent as she glared at that detestable man.

Yuki Gyakukai looked at Kikyou Kushida like this and instantly realized she'd misunderstood, so he figured he should explain:

"I think I can explain. To be honest, your body's development isn't bad at all—it actually surprised me a little..."

Kikyou Kushida didn't care what this man was saying and cut him off coldly:

"What does that have to do with me? What does it have to do with you?"

See, an angry woman's favorite thing to do is be unreasonable.

Yuki Gyakukai couldn't help but get a headache—this was exactly why he hated trying to soothe Tomie when she was mad.

Kikyou Kushida's gaze remained icy as she strode forward quickly, not caring that Yuki Gyakukai was soaking wet.

She grabbed his collar with both hands and stared into his eyes with a cold, detached glare:

"Let me tell you, my school uniform has your fingerprints on it now, so you'd better not say a word about what happened today, or else..."

Kikyou Kushida didn't finish, just puffed out her chest to show off the masterpiece on it.

If Yuki Gyakukai ever talked about tonight, the consequences went without saying.

Though he had doubts about Kikyou Kushida's method, still...

Clothes really could hold fingerprints, huh!

But...

Yuki Gyakukai looked thoughtfully at Kikyou Kushida in front of him:

"Hey, Kushida, I know fingerprints can be left on clothes, but, let me say but, those fingerprints don't last very long. Will I need to come press new ones on you regularly?

I think I'd be pretty happy with that arrangement today."

"Pervert!"

Kikyou Kushida cursed with a look of disdain, though she didn't actually refuse.

"By the way, Kushida."

"What now?" She looked up at Yuki Gyakukai with slight annoyance.

"Well, it's just that in my current state, I can't really leave fingerprints on your clothes. So your plan just now failed~."

As he finished, Yuki Gyakukai narrowed his eyes slightly, a teasing smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

There was no way he'd leave a weakness in someone else's hands.

Then, under Kikyou Kushida's incredulous gaze, he showed off his ten fingers, all pruned and swollen from the water.

Normally, fingers leave fingerprints on clothes because of oil and sweat.

But right now, Yuki Gyakukai's ten fingers had neither oil nor sweat—just a lot of water still clinging to the swollen skin.

So everything Kikyou Kushida had done was pointless; the handprint on her chest was just a water stain...

"H-How... how can this be..."

Realizing all her efforts had been for nothing, Kikyou Kushida couldn't help feeling dejected. Her small hands gripping Yuki's collar tightened even more, as if afraid he might just slip away.

She had no options left. There were no cameras in this area, and at this hour, even if she wanted to scream for help, it wouldn't work.

She seemed to have hit a dead end.

Her eyes went a little vacant as she looked up at Yuki Gyakukai, who still wore that teasing smile.

"How do you want to settle this? I'm out of ideas." At least for now.

"Well..."

"No sex stuff!"

Speechless—he hadn't even finished his sentence before being cut off.

Watching Kikyou Kushida leap back in clear rejection, he didn't need to guess to know she'd jumped to the wrong conclusion.

Yuki Gyakukai stood in place and waved her over:

"Don't lump me in with those kinds of people. I'm not about to lay a hand on you."

Her fists clenched, her fists clenched!

Insulted once again, Kikyou Kushida gripped her hands tightly into fists, took a deep breath, and tried to calm her somewhat agitated mood.

With each inhale and exhale, her strikingly curved chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm.

It was enough to make a person's thoughts run yellow.

And the consequence of him staring like that was that Kikyou Kushida noticed, then shot him a sharp glare.

Of course, he wasn't flustered. He just continued to observe with a critical eye:

"Don't you think Suzune from your class is pretty lonely? So I was thinking you could go and become friends with her. No problem, right?"

Suspicious she'd misheard, Kikyou Kushida quickly stepped closer, her expression unreadable:

"Ha~? You want me to become friends with that Horikita? You're not messing with me, are you? Didn't you hear how I was just cursing her out?"

"I heard you. But so what?"

Kikyou Kushida's face twisted oddly:

"You're not some kind of troll or sadist, are you?"

"Of course not. I just want to see what it looks like when the two of you become friends..."

Just as Yuki Gyakukai was about to say something more, a flurry of hurried footsteps came rapidly from behind him.

"I knew it! I knew you were a sneaky cat!"

Having taken the long way around and rushed over breathlessly, Tomie Hanyu was carrying a large water gun, her face dark as she glared at Kikyou Kushida, who was leaning against her fiancé.

Earlier, while fishing down below, she'd heard the commotion upstairs, but because of her height, she couldn't climb up, and she'd been stomping her feet in frustration.

After circling all the way around, she finally saw the sneaky cat's face, and her fists unconsciously tightened.

She closed in quickly, her expression icy, every move radiating the overwhelming aura of the rightful wife!

And Kikyou Kushida clearly hadn't expected Yuki Gyakukai's official fiancée, Tomie, to show up here. She panicked instinctively.

Then she quickly pulled away from Yuki Gyakukai's side, putting distance between them.

"Tomie, this is all a misunderstanding."

She switched her expression to that gentle, kind facade, trying to earn Tomie's trust that way.

"What's the point of still putting on that act? I heard everything—your true face—from down below just now!

You bitch, you must be using this same trick to fool my Yuki!"

Tomie was far too kind, even knowing to defend her fiancé.

Yuki Gyakukai felt moved.

"What are you laughing at! I'll deal with you when we get back!"

Standing not far away, Kikyou Kushida's gentle smile was genuinely frozen stiff.

She hadn't expected there to really be someone else here.

Thinking back to what Yuki Gyakukai had said to her earlier, she couldn't help but feel a vein bulge on her forehead.

Ah~! This bastard! Tomie had been with him the whole time, and he was still playing dumb!

Did he think she was a clown?

Kikyou Kushida felt that the next time they met, she might as well stick a red ball on her nose.