CHAPTER 299: 128. A TENSE NIGHT, THE JUNIOR GIRL SNEAKS HOME!_3

Looking at the eyebrows and eyes that were almost as exquisite and noble as her mother’s, Fujiwara Reya recalled those charming feminine curves.

Just imagining the elegance of Chairman Kasahara, his throat involuntarily gulped.

Kasahara Asuka slightly tilted her head, her eyes wide open, not blinking once.

Even though it wasn’t a close distance where the face could be seen clearly, the face illuminated by the lamplight gave Fujiwara Reya a straightforward feeling of enchantment and delicacy, even somewhat seductive.

She was obviously shy too, with such a red face, yet her expression was so noble and beautiful, the Kasahara family genes are truly amazing.

"What’s going on?" Fujiwara Reya’s voice became hoarse.

"Squat down, I’ll tell you slowly," Kasahara Asuka said with a smile.

Once Fujiwara Reya squatted down, she suddenly leaned over, her fingers gently pressing on his moving Adam’s apple, "Let’s study together tonight."

"What?"

"Asuka has prepared some T’s study materials."

"Is it what I’m thinking of?"

"Yes, it is."

The rain outside continued, the sound of rain covering up some noise, the thin wooden floor making a sour creaky sound, the two made their way to the mat, quickly crawling into the bed.

Then, all the noise disappeared.

Inside the closet, three pairs of eyes looked at each other.

"Should we go out and take a look?" Kasahara Fumi asked nervously.

"Go teach him a lesson!" Hoshimi Rinko said with a cold and stern expression.

"Eh, wait a minute..." Natsuki Kuri chuckled softly, "It’s not enough yet, wait until there’s some movement before going out."

In the bed.

A small screen lit up, playing a study video.

Kasahara Asuka stared attentively at the high-heeled black silk female teacher on the handicraft lesson, her small hands somewhat clumsy. The tenderness of her palms, almost enough to overwhelm one’s senses from nervousness and shyness, slightly sweaty, her skin as delicate as a porcelain, began to show a blush.

"Asuka..." Fujiwara Reya stretched out his hand, his movement so eager as he hugged her slender waist tightly.

"Hmm—"

Kasahara Asuka responded in a way that sparked imagination.

This sound was too offbeat, and Fujiwara Reya’s heartbeat skipped instinctively, fearing that the people in the closet would notice the anomaly.

He held his breath, daring not to make a sound.

The air in the covers grew thicker and thicker.

After a long two minutes, no sound came from the closet.

Fujiwara Reya was drenched in sweat, breathing a sigh of relief as his heartbeat quickened even more.

"Senpai, later you have to do the same to me," Kasahara Asuka’s soft body curled up in his arms, evidently not a physically demanding task, yet she was so exhausted that she couldn’t stop gasping.

Fujiwara Reya hugged her tightly, his hands experimenting a bit.

The Little Devil didn’t lie, the miko skirt was unguarded.

Finally pulling his hands out, Fujiwara Reya was afraid she’d make strange sounds, so he could only hold her waist without daring to touch randomly.

"Senpai, hold me tighter," Kasahara Asuka said in an entranced tone.

Fujiwara Reya temporarily forgot that there were such things as closets in the world.

In the pitch-black bed, he held the junior girl’s body tightly, feeling her smooth and beautiful back and her taut little belly.

"Senpai’s body is really nice..." Kasahara Asuka gasped with difficulty but satisfaction, her watery eyes blinking, stopping her movements according to the screen.

Fujiwara Reya felt the lack of oxygen as he experienced a slight suffocation.

"Senpai!" Kasahara Asuka licked her lower lip, "Isn’t it time for the next step?"

"Wait a moment..." Fujiwara Reya shook his head in refusal.

"Okay, anyway you can hold on for a long time," Kasahara Asuka pressed her whole self onto him, her head buried in his chest, and continued to ask, "Senpai, do you have someone you like now?"

"...Not yet." Fujiwara Reya gritted his teeth, "If we’re talking about liking, Asuka is definitely at the top."

"Feeling moved by Asuka?" Kasahara Asuka asked.

"I am moved; if I weren’t moved, that would be foolish... " Fujiwara Reya bent down, kissed her on the forehead, "Don’t overthink it, things like love are mindless. It’s possible I might like you in the next second, or perhaps never in my life, I can’t say for sure..."

"I can sort of understand." Kasahara Asuka retaliated with strength.

Fujiwara Reya instinctively touched her little backside.

Firm and bouncy, not as soft as Miss Miki’s, but with its own unique charm.

From his perspective, as a normal and full-of-teenage-years male, he certainly couldn’t refuse a woman’s soft body, especially someone like Kasahara Asuka, a peerless little beauty, who was noble and beautiful, teasing only him.

However.

"I will eventually leave." He said.

"Why?" Kasahara Asuka halted.

"It’s hard to explain for the time being... Based on responsibility, I can’t promise you anything now; I can only say don’t take the final step until we’ve figured out our true feelings, so you don’t regret it in the future."

"I don’t dislike this kind of senpai," Kasahara Asuka said softly.

"Thank you." Fujiwara Reya kissed her on the forehead again.

"Senpai."

"Hmm?"

"What I want, must be mine."

"Hiss—"

No!

There’s someone in the closet!

"Let’s go somewhere else..." Fujiwara Reya hastily fixed his clothes, held her waist, and quickly dashed out of the room.

The room fell silent at once.

After two minutes, with a swoosh sound, Kasahara Fumi and Hoshimi Rinko rushed out with cold faces, searching all over the room. Natsuki Kuri didn’t go anywhere and stayed in the room, knowing Fujiwara Reya well enough, he’d soon walk right into the trap.

After leaving the room, the first place Fujiwara Reya went was the bathroom.

"You stay here..." He placed the girl on the sink.

"Senpai is really bad!" Kasahara Asuka’s sexy back slightly arching, graceful and full of elasticity.

"It’s you who made me bad!" Fujiwara Reya hugged her slender waist tightly, kissing her snowy neck, smelling the fresh and sweet citrus scent emanating from her orange hair, the soft, bouncy feeling through the thin miko skirt was too real.

"What were you thinking just now?" He asked.

"Hehe, practicing..." Kasahara Asuka propped him on the elbow, squirming out and crouching down. Fujiwara Reya looked down, her jade-like tender and lovely face, beneath the fair and tender skin was a rosy tint, simply indescribably beautiful.

Dazed, unable to tell whether she was the quirky little devil or the noble and seductive Director Kasahara.

Soon after, faint footsteps were heard from afar.

"Change place!" Without a word, Fujiwara Reya pulled her out of the bathroom, hiding under the kitchen table.

"Afraid of the senior?" Kasahara Asuka asked curiously.

"Not just the senior, your sister, and Kuri too..."

"They’re all—"

"Shh, keep it down, sorry, it’s me..."

"So thrilling!"

"Hmm?"

Asuka, this thought is dangerous!

Seizing the moment Fujiwara Reya was in a daze, Kasahara Asuka lowered her head and kissed his lips. The lips touched, sweet and cool, a gentle touch prompting a satisfied murmur from the girl.

"Where did they go..." Kasahara Fumi’s voice and footsteps came closer.

Sister, don’t go, help me out... Fujiwara Reya’s peripheral vision caught sight of the sister’s feet walking into the kitchen, making a round before leaving, unaware that the sister was kissing somebody forcibly.

The lips separated.

Kasahara Asuka was panting lightly, her eyes closed, eyelashes fluttering gently, unconsciously licking her lips as if still savoring the taste of her first kiss. That cute yet charming demeanor was entirely ingrained, making it irresistible for one to control themselves.

"Asuka’s first kiss is gone..."

"Senpai has to take responsibility..."

"Otherwise, I’ll bite you off in one go."

Saying this, the little devil junior stepped back a bit, continuing the unfinished business.

Underneath the dim table, Fujiwara Reya looked at her blushing, adorable face, a kind of indescribable allure.

"Cough cough... What are you doing!"

"Alright, back to the room!"

Fujiwara Reya held her as they crawled out from under the table, running back to the room.

"It’s the senpai’s turn!" Kasahara Asuka tightly clutched his collar, with lips still not yet wiped.