Fujiwara Reya’s gaze cleared up.
"Afraid I’ll eat you up..." Kasahara Asuka’s shirt was half pulled up.
"Not afraid..." Fujiwara Reya wasn’t seeing her for the first time, yesterday in the restroom was even more thrilling, so he wasn’t nervous now, but his heart was still uncontrollably beating faster...
"Asuka will leave it to Senpai..."
Saying this, Kasahara Asuka also closed her eyes nervously, her face adorably flushed red.
"Alright, someone’s watching..." Fujiwara Reya pulled her shirt down, wrapped his arms around her waist, "Lie down quietly for a bit, then let’s go eat something and get some ear piercings."
Kasahara Asuka rolled her eyes at him.
The junior didn’t tease him further, placing her small hands gently on his shoulders, her curvaceous body pressed against his.
Holding a young girl in his arms was pleasant no matter the circumstances, Fujiwara Reya gently patted her back. In his sight, Kasahara Asuka had her eyes closed, her long lashes trembled gently, the soft little lips slowly approaching...
He blocked the girl’s lips with his fingers, watching as her baby-smooth cheek approached, the red lips lightly kissed his fingers.
Kasahara Asuka suddenly opened her eyes, realizing she only kissed Senpai’s fingers. Moreover, Senpai was looking at her with a smirk as if enjoying a joke...
The girl exclaimed, lowered her head in embarrassment, and after a moment, looked up with a cute, angry glare: "Coward!"
"I just don’t want you to regret it." Fujiwara Reya hugged her slender waist with one hand, the other slipping under her skirt, "I’m really not a coward when it comes to this, didn’t you see yesterday?"
Suddenly emboldened by Senpai’s actions, Kasahara Asuka felt weak, slightly tilting her head, her hands on his chest, avoiding his breathlessly: "Mm... Senpai, you take an inch and want a mile..."
"You’re the one who teased me first!"
Fujiwara Reya was also a bit breathless, gently squeezing her perky little butt...
"... Keep your hands in check, huh, I just wanted to kiss Senpai’s face, who allowed you to touch Asuka..."
"Is this all the little devil can do?"
"Ow, I’ll bite you! Don’t touch there, ah—"
A sudden scream, particularly loud.
Fujiwara Reya was startled, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly turned to look at the tennis court behind.
The two women sitting there hadn’t moved for a long time, seemingly chatting, seeing that it wouldn’t work out to continue , he said to Asuka, "Let’s go, get something to eat."
Kasahara Asuka snuggled against him, unwilling to get down, her body softer than ever.
"Get down..." Fujiwara urged.
Finally, she reluctantly got off, they packed up their things, then she jumped onto Fujiwara Reya’s back, giggling, "If you carry Asuka to the changing room, I’ll reward Senpai by letting you watch Asuka change clothes."
Fujiwara Reya sneered: "Who cares..."
Carrying her off the tennis court, he quickly walked towards the changing room. Currently, he just wanted to quickly escape from a place that could potentially end in blood.
"Don’t touch there, ah—"
A strange scream suddenly came from the tennis court behind, Natsuki Kuri shook her head, sighing, "Young people these days, they can turn any place into their own bed."
"..." Kasahara Fumi’s expression was a bit odd.
She recognized that voice just now, it was her sister’s voice.
"Hmm?" Natsuki Kuri noticed her unusual expression, slightly turned her face, "What’s wrong?"
"Nothing, let’s change clothes and get something to eat." Kasahara Fumi said, standing up immediately. Under her tennis skirt, her legs, which every woman envied, were exposed smoothly.
"So envious of Fumi’s legs!" Natsuki Kuri burst into laughter, flicking her thigh with her finger, "Smooth and tight, sexy and flowing, no wonder they call them ’Tokyo University’s Best Legs’!"
"You’re not bad either." Kasahara Fumi looked down at her.
"Even your sister is better than me." Natsuki Kuri patted her butt and stood up, walking towards the nearby bar, "I’ll get two bottles of water, what do you want?"
"Got it, it’ll be right up."
Kasahara Fumi picked up the things on the ground and headed towards the changing room first.
"No way, I’m going out."
"Someone’s about to come in..."
"No way means no way," Kasahara Asuka clung to Fujiwara Reya, pointing at the soap on the sink, "Help Asuka clean her hands before going out."
"Help Asuka wash her hands!"
"Then Asuka won’t leave."
"...Alright." Fujiwara Reya couldn’t resist her, he could only pay attention to the entrance while squeezing soap into his hand and turning on the faucet with the other.
Kasahara Asuka nestled into his arms, making him hold her tight.
Fujiwara Reya grabbed her two hands, stretching them into the water flow.
To avoid awkward contact, he could only stick his butt out as far as possible. However, as he stuck out, Kasahara Asuka also mimicked him, so they stayed tightly pressed against each other.
"Tennis skirt, no safety shorts, just lift it up and it’s done, isn’t it convenient?"
"Ahem, wash hands, wash hands..." Fujiwara Reya forced himself to calm down, grasped her smooth little hands, quickly rubbing out rich bubbles.
"Mm~" Kasahara Asuka leaned against his embrace, murmuring, "I like being held by Senpai, it feels so safe."
"If we get spotted, I’ll be taken to the Police Station."