Chapter 340: 139. Fox Kuri and Spider Miki_2
"Helping him exercise," Natsuki Kuri said with a straight face.
"Oh." Kasahara Fumi believed it.
Her expression showed no doubt, and Fujiwara Reya thought: Such a naive woman is bound to be tricked by me sooner or later.
"Want to hug Miss Fukaeri?" Natsuki Kuri asked playfully.
"Uh, I’ve said I do, but based on my desire for beauty..."
Fujiwara Reya stammered, and Natsuki Kuri smiled calmly, pointing her finger at her own nose: "Aren’t you just into big sisters in black stockings like me?"
"...That’s right."
Fujiwara Reya reluctantly admitted.
To be honest, there’s nothing better in the world than a big sister in black stockings; if anything, it can only be a mature woman in white stockings.
"See, there’s no way you’re not interested in Miss Fukaeri." Natsuki Kuri examined his eyebrows, as if seeing a scene worthy of a knowing smile, "Besides, you and Miss Fukaeri are fundamentally kindred spirits, you know."
"In what way?" Kasahara Fumi asked first.
"In terms of facial features, there might not be much resemblance between you two. It’s just that your eyes share something in common—occasionally giving me a start. That’s the impression I have." Natsuki Kuri exaggeratedly shrugged, focusing her gaze on Kasahara Fumi with a hint of jealousy.
Kasahara Fumi pursed her thin lips, her deep eyes examining Fujiwara Reya from top to bottom: "My eyes have something in common with his?"
"More than the mouth, genuine emotions are revealed directly through the eyes, which might be your commonality." Natsuki Kuri said, "For example, the exploration of the truth, passion, surprise, or the subtle emotions of doubt and resistance tend to be expressed through the eyes."
"I’m not expressionless!" Fujiwara Reya retorted.
You call who expressionless... Kasahara Fumi glared at him as if she wanted to kill him.
"Sigh, listen to me!" Natsuki Kuri said with an effortlessly charming smile, "Fukaeri’s expressions can’t be called rich, but her eyes are particularly lively, like windows to the soul. And Koriya, well, his expressions are quite rich, but they’re all fake. Only the eyes, the eyes reveal the true thoughts. That’s something you can’t control even if you want to! Or perhaps, because there’s deliberate control of expressions, the controlled emotions are concentrated and displayed through the eyes."
Subconsciously, Fujiwara Reya and Kasahara Fumi both looked into each other’s eyes.
Apart from each other’s reflection, there seemed to be no discovery, but the reflection was like a magnet, difficult to look away from once drawn in. However, after a while, for some reason, Kasahara Fumi seemed to feel humiliated and put on a stern face.
"Alright, give him back to me." Natsuki Kuri pulled Fujiwara Reya’s gaze back to herself.
Fujiwara Reya rested his chin slightly on her head and said, "Even so, I can’t conclude that she and I are on the same path."
"You’re both hiding secrets you can’t tell, yet still thinking of protecting them, does that count?" Natsuki Kuri asked.
"No." Fujiwara Reya shook his head.
"What’s the use of lying to me?" Natsuki Kuri turned in his embrace, lifted a hand and pulled a silver strand in front of his eyes, "Look at this thing that can’t talk, how honest it is."
"..." Fujiwara Reya blushed.
"And you, saying you find me annoying, avoiding me, but in reality..." Natsuki Kuri ran her fingers over his collar, her voice sweet and mesmerizing, "In reality, the only one you like can only be me. Avoiding me is just because you like me too much, afraid that once you fall, you’ll be controlled by me too much and lose the freedom you think you have."
"...Don’t say things so plainly," Fujiwara Reya admitted a little.
Without a doubt, having learned from a scoundrel father, he’s adept at mingling among women with not much of a moral bottom line. But the only exception is Natsuki Kuri, his childhood friend, his family. Ever since growing up, every time he met Natsuki Kuri, feelings different from those for other women always welled up in his heart.
He liked Natsuki Kuri.
At present, it’s even fair to say she’s the only one he genuinely likes.
But likewise, the only one he’s afraid of is this little aunt. From the perfect appearance to the seemingly buried deep pupils, everything about her is intimidating. Fujiwara Reya thought that if his road to a harem were to be cut off, it would be at the hands of this little aunt.
"My little rascal!" Natsuki Kuri teased with a mischievous smile, wrapping one arm tightly around his back, while the other hand reached to undo the sash of her yukata, "You’ve lasted the full ten minutes, are you ready for your reward?"
Kasahara Fumi stared with curious eyes, wanting to know what the reward was.
"And what reward..." Fujiwara Reya asked hoarsely.
"No, nothing special," Natsuki Kuri’s lips curled into a joyous smile, but her voice was icy cold, "Rather than a reward, it’s more of further torment, to let you know how lonely I’ve been waiting for you to grow up all these years!"
"...I’m waiting," Fujiwara Reya smiled slightly.
Kuri was an honest person, indirect expression wasn’t in her nature.
As for what torment meant, he wasn’t quite sure, but it seemed like it would be an upgrade of what had just transpired.
"You can’t move, or I’ll get angry." Natsuki Kuri loosened the sash, opening her yukata.
But before Fujiwara Reya could admire her body beneath, she leaned forward, wrapping them both in the yukata. At the same time, she reached behind Fujiwara Reya and pulled open his sash as well.