CHAPTER 298: 128. A TENSE NIGHT, THE JUNIOR GIRL STEALS HOME!_2

"I’m such a fool, alright!" Hoshimi Rinko couldn’t help but show a slight smile.

Fujiwara Reya clapped gently: "Self-awareness is crystal clear!"

Hoshimi Rinko smiled softly and said: "But most of the time I’m still smart."

"Actually, it’s only in front of me that Senior is not smart." Fujiwara Reya said, enjoying her elegant face with relish, "The first time I saw Senior, I made up my mind to find a woman as beautiful to go back to the mountains and farm vegetables with me."

"What kind of vegetables?"

"Anything, eggplants, cabbages, tomatoes, and maybe even raise some ducks."

"Why not raise chickens?"

"Ducks can help us find loaches and shrimp crabs in the paddy fields; chickens can’t, they’re afraid of water."

Their topic went further and further away, eventually talking about how to plant potatoes and make natto.

In the wardrobe, Kasahara Fumi listened more and more, finding it strange, whispered to Natsuki Kuri beside her: "Even though I don’t understand, is it really okay for two teenaged opposite sexes to chat about such topics at midnight?"

Natsuki Kuri peeked through the wardrobe gap to look at them, eyed Kasahara Fumi a few more times, and pondered.

"This is what liking is." She murmured.

Kasahara Fumi stared straight at her, her eyes full of puzzlement.

"It’s like a tree; buds always grow at night..." Natsuki Kuri, with the air of someone experienced, "By the time you realize it, the buds have already covered the branches, just like that, you’ve fallen for them."

"How can you tell if it’s like?" Kasahara Fumi fell into contemplation again.

"It’s very simple, just the appropriate physical contact." Natsuki Kuri blinked her delicate eyelashes, smiling confidently, "For example, if you hold his hand and ask yourself in your heart: does it feel good? If yes, then you like him. If not, then there’s no hope."

Kasahara Fumi withdrew her gaze.

At this time, the conversation outside the wardrobe was interrupted, apparently by someone knocking on the door.

"Senior, senior, senior—"

Kasahara Asuka’s lively voice was like a little parrot’s.

"There’s a good show to watch." Natsuki Kuri seemed completely unfazed by the situation, watching outside excitedly, "Sister is here, aunt is here, Senior is here, now let’s see how this flirtatious rascal handles the Little Devil Junior."

"..." Kasahara Fumi felt things were getting complicated.

Outside the wardrobe, Hoshimi Rinko’s expression turned cold.

Her gaze warned Fujiwara Reya, then she looked left and right before heading towards the wardrobe.

"... Don’t go to the wardrobe!" Fujiwara Reya tried to salvage himself.

However.

The Senior ignored him.

She walked to the wardrobe and swiftly opened it.

Four eyes met two eyes.

Hoshimi Rinko remained silent for a while.

Before climbing into the wardrobe, she glanced back at Fujiwara Reya, her eyes filled with a terrifying murderous intent.

Haha, today is really interesting, hopefully, there won’t be any bloodshed... Fujiwara Reya, stiff-legged, walked over to open the door.

"Senior is so slow."

As soon as the words fell, a young girl’s small hand wrapped around his neck.

"Hold, hold on..." Fujiwara Reya dared not move, nor could he.

He felt a bit nervous, yet a bit joyous, the emotions Kuri had stirred lingered, and his heart was racing fast.

"It’s just the two of us now." Kasahara Asuka tiptoed, her pink lips blowing softly in his ear, "Tonight, Senior cannot resist!"

Her youthful and charming voice, along with the warm, moist breath, quietly seeped into his ear.

Fujiwara Reya felt like he was being electroshocked, his heart fluttered with excitement.

"This won’t do." He maintained his composure.

"What won’t do?" Kasahara Asuka asked sweetly by his ear, with a noble and dignified demeanor, "Are you going to defy my orders?"

"No, it would be bad if someone found out..."

"It’s just the two of us here."

There are enough people here to play a table of mahjong... Fujiwara Reya began to struggle.

When he moved, his reaction became more apparent, Kasahara Asuka noticed it, her small face flushed as she looked at him: "Senior is really energetic!"

"Don’t be so naughty at such a young age!" Fujiwara Reya dared not move.

"Hehe," Kasahara Asuka clung to his neck and tiptoed, "Won’t Senior take a look at what Asuka is wearing?"

Fujiwara Reya looked down.

A traditional white and red shrine maiden outfit, with gold embroidery symbolizing power on the collar and cuffs, looked extremely luxurious. The already luxurious attire, paired with her noble features inherited from her mother, momentarily made Fujiwara Reya feel like he was seeing Kasahara’s mother in her youth.

"This is my mom’s clothes," the Little Devil Junior bit her lip lightly, her eyes wide and watery as she timidly leaned against him, "and with just a lift of the skirt, Senior can..."

"Ah, no, I’ll go grab a drink of water..." Fujiwara Reya tried to turn and leave, but couldn’t move his legs.

Because his legs were being hugged.

"Senior!" Kasahara Asuka sat sideways on the floor, her hands tightly wrapped around his legs, "You can’t go anywhere tonight!"

Saying that, she pressed her small face tightly against Fujiwara Reya’s leg, looking like a pitiable little girl abandoned by a heartless guy.

"I’m just going for a drink of water..." Fujiwara Reya said with a headache.

"Tonight, you can only accompany Asuka!" Saying so, Kasahara Asuka lifted her head, her watery eyes looking at him.

With her mother’s clothes on, she appeared a bit oversized and wrinkled. Despite this, her demeanor still carried the charm of a mature woman, exuding an aura that might be called proud and aloof. Just sitting on the floor revealed tantalizing collarbones from the loose collarline and slender, white legs beneath the shrine maiden skirt.