The tone elongated, the little one gave the boy a deep look, full of contempt in her eyes, and even her little head couldn't help but lean back.
"Hey, hey, hey, why do you look like a pure and innocent girl? It's so out of place!" Haruka Yuzan said, clearly not used to the little one's demeanor.
"Pervert! Why do you know I bought a deadpool water costume?" Misaki Saki stared at him, her bright, large eyes filled with a judgmental gaze. In an instant, even her small body seemed to glow with radiance.
A dazzling, holy little person, and then... and then Haruka Yuzan grabbed her white and adorable little face and began to knead it back and forth.
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With her little mouth puckered up and unable to speak coherently, her large eyes also widened as if with a hint of pleading.
"You have the nerve to call me out!"
As Haruka Yuzan felt again the warmth and softness in his hands, he said somewhat speechlessly, "Because I was the one who received the delivery for you! You opened the package in front of me, how would I not know."
Reminiscing about that day,
I helped bring the delivery home, at first finding the parcel quite light, but I was used to frequently collecting parcels for this guy.
After handing it to the little one, the girl didn't hesitate and quickly tore open the outer layer, revealing the sacred and thin deadpool water costume right in front of Haruka.
She held it high above her head, looking up with her little head, I remember her eyes were full of brightness at the time... and of course, Haruka Yuzan's were as well.
Having always seen doujinshi with similar content, cute and well-behaved little she-devils wearing deadpool water costumes by the water's edge...
I never thought I'd see the day when a manga scene would come to life; unfortunately, Reiko Onodera had already finished cooking and was waiting for us to come out for dinner, it wasn't appropriate to do anything right there and then...
Later on, there was never an opportunity until today, when the boy brought up the idea again, so, really, these little she-devil doujinshi artists with their heads full of junk are great, they automatically update their own skin outfits, without any need for Haruka Yuzan to make a suggestion...
Just like the last time with the limited edition café maid outfit, that night truly was sleepless.
Original skin, apron, coffee maid... just thinking about unlocking the fourth skin tonight, and looking again at the little one whose cheek I was holding, Haruka Yuzan couldn't help but show a heartwarming smile,
"So, isn't the point of buying clothes to wear them? It's the same with a deadpool water costume."
Misaki Saki kept muttering, unable to utter a complete sentence with her face captured by fate.
"Are you saying you know, and want me to let go of you quickly?" Haruka Yuzan tried to interpret.
Misaki Saki blinked her big eyes and nodded vigorously.
Seeing the girl look so cute and adorable, Haruka Yuzan smiled and kneaded her face a couple more times before reluctantly letting go,
It simply felt too good to stop...
"Whew! You almost swelled my face with all that pinching!" The little one slumped to the side, rubbing her face with displeasure and giving Haruka a resentful look.
Haruka Yuzan shrugged nonchalantly, "You won't have any problem if you just stop talking nonsense."
"When have I ever spouted nonsense..." The little one pouted as if remembering something, and her face, which had returned to normal, couldn't help but balloon with indignation again,
"I'm speaking the truth, and I don't know who likes to tie my hair into twin tails on the bed and pull them at the end. Do you know how much it hurts?!"
Misaki Saki continued to protest,
Dressed only in an oversized t-shirt, she sat there delicately, her white, tender, slender legs exposed, her plump cheeks turned red from the pinching, making her look very aggrieved.
"Ah? Is that so?" Embarrassed by what the little one said, Haruka Yuzan felt a bit ashamed, wanting to argue, but... in the face of the truth, all his explanations seemed so powerless...
"You tell me! Do you know how much damage you've done to an eighteen-year-old baby by doing that?"
The little one reached out as if to interrogate Haruka, her pouting mouth turning defiant...
Alright, an eighteen-year-old baby...
Haruka Yuzan pushed away that pointing tender finger, showed an embarrassed smile, and approached the girl, his hand covering her smooth shoulder as he began to knead it in plea,
Indeed, just as she had said, perhaps I went too far, but I just can't help it when faced with such an adorable little creature...
"It was all unintentional, definitely not on purpose!"
Misaki Saki crossed her arms and huffed haughtily, "I doubt that. In the end, I'm always the one who gets hurt!"
"Actually, Misaki, I did it for your own good..." Haruka Yuzan sighed lightly, his sigh laced with helplessness, confusion, and... the loneliness of being misunderstood, a secret he had kept for a long time that couldn't be hidden any longer...