"You said those black stockings are yours?"
"You have this kind of habit too?"
"..." Fujiwara Reya’s face felt a bit warm.
"I don’t mind, but if a stranger saw you , they might think you’re a pervert. Be careful, okay!" Hoshimi Rinko smiled elegantly, walked to the bed, bent down to pick up those black stockings, and turned back to ask, "You’re not a pervert, are you?"
"I guess not..." Fujiwara Reya scratched his head.
Hoshimi Rinko inserted her hands into the pockets of her short skirt, looked around with amusement, "Hey, hey, that woman over there, listen up, the stockings are still warm, so you definitely haven’t gone far. No need to watch us with wide eyes, come out, let’s have a good talk?"
"There’s no one here..." Fujiwara Reya felt a bit nervous, quickly retrieving some black tea from the box she brought and made tea with a cup on the table.
Hoshimi Rinko sat down at a small table, biting her lip as she gazed at the table, "Are the stockings Fukaeri’s?"
At this moment, Fujiwara Reya also saw the cigarette butt left on the table, a slender women’s cigarette, with a lipstick mark on the filter, after a bit of thought, he nodded and replied, "Yes, they’re Miss Fukaeri’s."
In the wardrobe, Kasahara Fumi frowned suddenly.
"Hey, hey, that’s good..." Natsuki Kuri whispered, "I’ve always thought Fukaeri was suitable; why not go out and admit it."
There was a hint of excitement in her voice, Kasahara Fumi turned her head, giving her a cold look that seemed to say "I’m not interested in such things."
Natsuki Kuri smiled slightly and didn’t say anything else.
The wardrobe remained silent, while outside, Hoshimi Rinko put down the black socks, boldly crossed her legs and sat down, drinking a sip of the freshly made black tea beautifully.
Her legs were very pretty.
Also, she wore a loose, open-front black short-sleeved shirt.
If Fujiwara Reya’s eyes moved even slightly, he could see the small, girlishly curved upper part of her breasts.
"By the way," Hoshimi Rinko suddenly said, "the person wearing the rubber suit is Fukaeri, right?"
"Yes, it’s her!" Fujiwara Reya followed her words, "She just came here to talk about tonight, and she took off the stockings casually, I’m definitely not a pervert!"
"Oh, I know what kind of person you are." Hoshimi Rinko spoke as if she understood him well, "With your obsession with smells, if I hadn’t come, you would definitely have grabbed someone’s stockings to sniff."
"..." Fujiwara Reya was speechless.
Honestly, being sensitive to smells is a natural trait, he really just wanted to memorize the scent, seriously, he’s not a pervert, why doesn’t anyone believe him!
It was raining outside the window, and the two were drinking black tea.
"Hey, Fujiwara," after a while of silence, Hoshimi Rinko suddenly recalled, "why did you join Section Nine?"
"For work." Fujiwara Reya said, "The job is easy, and the pay is decent, so I joined."
"Because her legs are nice."
"..." Fujiwara Reya didn’t quite understand why she suddenly brought this up, holding the cup with both hands, he changed his posture and stared into her eyes, "There are a lot of women with nice legs in the world, I can’t approach every one of them, can I?"
"Hmm, makes sense." Hoshimi Rinko mused for a moment, then suddenly smiled gracefully, "But when it comes to you, one might as well regard you with the greatest malice."
"At your age, why hold such a pessimistic view!" Fujiwara Reya drank the black tea dry and placed the empty cup on the tea table, "You should look at me with an eye for beauty, at least my good points..."
Hoshimi Rinko didn’t listen to him but instead murmured with a pout: "pessimistic, pessimistic, only seeing the dark sides..." repeating it several times, she lifted her face to look intently at Fujiwara Reya, "I’m eighteen, perhaps not quite mature. But if I am a pessimistic person, then every non-pessimistic adult in the world is a monster!"
"Hmm, makes sense." Fujiwara Reya nodded silently.
Despite being tormented so much by Asuka, the senpai maintained a strong confidence and graceful demeanor. In this sense, she was indeed not a pessimist, quite the opposite, positive and optimistic, worthy of encouragement.
"Hey, Fujiwara..." Hoshimi Rinko cleared her throat.
Fujiwara Reya looked over.
She bit her lower lip slightly, seemingly organizing her words. Looking closely, the senpai had a dignified and beautiful face, enough to make everyone feel favorable towards her. Especially those eyes, always so clear, bright, and shining.
"How far have you and Asuka gone?" Hoshimi Rinko asked.
"Uh, not to the point of kissing yet..." Fujiwara Reya answered cautiously.
"Besides Asuka, are there any others?"
"It’s a long story, very long, but if something really came up, I’d definitely tell you first."
"No need to justify anything to me," Hoshimi Rinko said coldly, "I’m just your senpai, not your wife. But I must tell you this: you do have some problems."
"Possibly." Fujiwara Reya looked at her.
The faint, shallow smile against a backdrop like the aurora borealis was a pair of eyes as clear as polar ice. The rain outside the house continued, thunder occasionally booming, the sound coming as if from a distant world.
"Continuing , even if you encounter significant misfortune in the future, it’ll probably be your own doing. I feel that you have always had a fundamental problem, like a magnet attracting all sorts of trouble. Hence, smart women want to flee from your side quickly."
"But senpai didn’t flee, did you?" Fujiwara Reya asked amusedly.