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Chiba Shimizu glanced at him and walked over to Rika Onodera with graceful steps, crouching down to help the little girl adjust her kimono.
"Since everyone is ready, let's head out," Haruka Yuzan said with a smile, clapping his hands.
Hearing this, the girls also stood up and followed him out of the villa.
Today was the fireworks festival; the streets were crowded with people wearing kimonos. When Haruka Yuzan and his group appeared, they immediately drew a lot of attention.
On a normal day, they would each alone draw attention...
"The evening breeze of summer passed, and the fireworks festival bloomed in the night sky like a splendid dream.
Brilliant fireworks soared into the sky, like stars scattering, illuminating the entire skyline, and also igniting the romance and longing in people's hearts."
Chiba Shimizu murmured softly.
"Feeling good today?" Haruka Yuzan approached the girl.
Chiba Shimizu glanced at him, not uttering a word.
"Madei, Shimizu, it's very rude not to respond to someone," Haruka Yuzan said as he grabbed the girl's arm, and only then did Chiba Shimizu stop:
"Classmate Haruka, you're really boring."
"Ouch, to be called boring," Haruka Yuzan said with a hurt look, but regardless of what the girl said, he remained still.
When facing an angry girlfriend, if you really listen to her and say nothing, you're truly doomed.
"Seems like Haruka has made Shimizu angry," Reiko Onodera said with a gentle smile.
But little did she know, upon hearing this, Misaki Saki puffed out her little chest, "Hmph, that jerk, I never liked him!"
The little delinquent girl's arrogant demeanor made Rika Onodera's eyes sparkle with stars: "Wow, Sister Misaki is so cool."
These past two days, the two little girls had been hanging out together, and Misaki Saki had completely taken Rika Onodera under her wing, even making the little girl address her as the boss!
Not only was she smart and wise, but she also physically towered over little Rika!
Unfortunately, before she could revel in her coolness for three seconds, she was already hanging in mid-air.
Misaki Saki, who had just closed her eyes to savor the adoration, suddenly blinked in surprise. The sensation of hanging in the air made her uneasily swing her short legs.
When she opened her eyes, she realized she had been lifted up by Haruka Yuzan, "You, put me down now!"
"Otherwise, Lord Hon Misaki will definitely not let you off!"
The little delinquent chirped, but Haruka Yuzan had no intention of letting her go.
"I can't provoke Shimizu, but teasing you is no problem!"
The group arrived at the park, laughing and bickering, and found a vacant spot to await the fall of night.
At eight in the evening, the fireworks display in Japan began.
Bursts of fireworks soared into the sky, painting vibrant patterns against the black canvas above.
The booming of the fireworks and the laughter and voices of the people echoed each other, filling the scene with joy and romance, as if time were frozen in these brilliant moments.
Misaki Saki tilted her head back, the splendid firelight reflecting on her delicate face.
"Let's take a photo to commemorate this moment."
Haruka Yuzan took out his phone and summoned everyone to gather around; though the little delinquent girl was absent, the moment was still worth capturing.
Whether intentional or unintentional, Chiba Shimizu was squeezed next to Haruka Yuzan, and though the girl wanted to leave, he directly wrapped his arm around her tender waist.
The photo was permanently captured, marking the official end of the fireworks festival.
A sneaky figure emerged from a room at the end of the corridor, bending down like a chicken-stealing thief, quickly scampering forward with short legs, aided by the moonlight.
The door was half open, and Misaki Saki chuckled softly, slipping directly through the crack.
Haruka Yuzan had just finished his bath and was preparing to sleep when a black figure suddenly appeared on his bed.
"Hehe, I haven't taken off my makeup yet."
Misaki Saki stood with her hands on her hips, wearing the children's kimono.
With her hair tied up and her young tender body, she stirred something unnamed in Haruka Yuzan.
The little delinquent girl was small and young, as if not yet fully matured; he didn't speak, and just kissed those tender lips.
His large hands moved slowly upwards, touching the small pouch through the kimono.
Misaki Saki closed her eyes tightly, her delicate lashes trembling slightly, her flower bud was moist, continuously leaking honey.
Haruka Yuzan slowly parted the girl's short legs, still clad in kimono, and then...