CHAPTER 405: CHAPTER 294 DIAMOND AND FLOWER FERRIS WHEEL_2

"How do you become smarter?"

"That’s a secret, I can’t tell you."

"I hate secrets the most." Aei pouted her lips.

Afterwards, Uesugi Sakura took the group to see the penguins. Those penguins swimming on the artificial beach looked like gray ducks, lazy and chubby.

However, seeing those creatures that you can only see in books appear right in front of you is a feeling beyond words.

Sea turtles, octopuses, sea crabs, clownfish, schools of yellowfin tuna...

As they made their way, they took dozens more photos.

Aei and Chiaei were having a great time today, their little faces constantly showing expressions of wonder.

As they left the aquarium, the light rain of the monsoon season still lingered, and the sea breeze blew across their hair, causing Hanamaru Hanabi’s white pleated skirt to sway to the right.

Sakura was thankful she advised Hanabi to wear an extra layer of white stockings before leaving home; otherwise, she would have caught a cold with her legs exposed.

Hanamaru Hanabi pressed her right hand against the front of her skirt to keep the wind from lifting her short skirt.

"Are we going to ride the Ferris wheel?"

"Of course." Sakura answered.

They went left from the aquarium and arrived at a Ferris wheel named "Diamond and Flower."

The 117-meter-high Ferris wheel made the little girls keep looking up, and Aei kept saying things like "It’s so big, so tall."

After buying tickets at the automatic ticketing machine, they queued for their spot.

Ferris wheels are always favorite spots for couples, and this one, the largest in Japan, was no exception.

Even on rainy days, couples would come here to show their affection.

It’s really lacking in sentiment.

When it was their turn, Aei first pulled her sister to sit in the cabin in front, seemingly on purpose to give the other two some alone time.

Sakura and Hanamaru Hanabi waited for another cabin to land.

Sakura sat inside first, reaching out with a smile to the waiting Hanamaru Hanabi outside.

Without words, they exchanged a gentle glance and smile.

Hanamaru Hanabi took his outstretched hand, using his offered strength to step into the Ferris wheel cabin.

Why are Ferris wheels romantic?

Because in such a small space for just two people, being up high overlooking the city, taking in the panoramic view of the sky makes the world feel small.

In the Ferris wheel, leaning on each other, the only reflection in their eyes is each other.

Sakura never thought much of Ferris wheels before, but as the axis turned and the cabin swayed upwards, the sense of insecurity from leaving the ground made him feel the magic of this space.

The inescapable presence of the other encourages the boyfriend to naturally embrace his girlfriend.

"Sakura... Sakura-kun... you can’t touch inside my clothes..." Hanamaru Hanabi shifted her waist, feeling very shy.

"I just touched the little fat on your waist, it’s nothing."

"But... it’s very ticklish..."

"It’s alright." Sakura let her lean against him, his right hand softly circling the soft flesh under her clothes.

Every time Hanabi had her periods, she would ask him to help gently massage her tummy, hence he knew where to circle longer on her little tummy to make her feel more comfortable.

"No... you can’t..."

The motion so light and soft gradually blurred Hanamaru Hanabi’s eyes.

Her little tummy was usually flat, but just a slight pinch and one could feel that soft flesh embedded in her body.

If she were a bit plumper, the sensation would be even better.

The raindrops tapped against the narrow cabin, as they ascended, passing time in clarity and density.

Sakura’s hand lingered for a long time on her soft and tender little belly, the gentle touch making her face flush red.

Two small hands accidentally touched his arm, the slender white fingers slightly grasping, as if pushing away, yet seemingly inviting.

The girl’s soft and sweet demeanor made the confined space gradually turn ambiguous.

Hanamaru Hanabi opened her colorful eyes, her violet pupils trembling, she gently pushed his hand away, slowly turned her body, her little hands curling on his chest, raising her little face, lifting her chin, striving to get closer.

She listened to the sound of the rain, felt the slight sway of the Ferris wheel rising, her breathing turning rapid, and the world seemingly coming to a standstill at this moment.

Sakura lowered his head, his heart and soul lingering on the soft lips of the girl, between slow breaths, his nostrils were filled with the fresh scent of lilies.

Sweet, delectable, delightful... all the wonderful things seemed to escape from her moist lips.

"Sakura-kun... will you forget Hanabi?" Hanamaru Hanabi struggled for a while before opening her lips, as if the taste of him lingered on them.

"Never."

"Then Sakura-kun must remember Hanabi’s taste, and hopefully he can always like her just like today..."

This sentence from Hanamaru Hanabi’s weak and soft voice always carried a shade of hope.

Her biggest fear was being forgotten, which is why little Hanabi always helped others, hoping they would remember her, remember she was a good girl.

Sakura understood how important he was to her, and also knew why she always said she feared he would forget her.

This stemmed from her deep-rooted self-esteem issues, arising from a need for security since she was young.

That’s why she had always stuck by his side, calling him Sakura-nii... obediently, carefully doing every little thing for him.

Because being by his side made her happy, so she always treated this affection with gentleness.

Sakura gazed into her eyes, smiling lightly: "Then why not let me kiss you a few more times?"

"Too many kisses will become boring... so... you can’t crave it for too long..." Hanamaru Hanabi’s hands on his chest clenched and unclenched, full of girlish modesty and struggle.

"But you were the one who kissed me just now."

Hanamaru Hanabi’s cherry pink lips glistened with wetness, "That was... to let Sakura-kun remember Hanabi’s taste..."

Sakura embraced her, letting her body lean slightly towards him, relying on him.

The cold raindrops continued to knock outside, the girl’s soft body exuding a tempting warmth in his arms.

He wanted to see her shy, to see her smile, to see her seeking warmth from him.

He slipped his hand inside her clothes, wrapping around her slender waist, feeling her soft tummy.

Soon, Hanamaru Hanabi turned shy.

"Sakura-kun... my tummy feels so ticklish..."

"Shouldn’t it feel comfortable?"

The soft plush feeling of the girl’s flesh brought a satisfying bounce to the touch, her flat, fair tummy turning rosy from the circling motion.

This feeling was simply irresistible, he couldn’t help but wrap his hands around the petite girl’s thin waist and let her sit on his lap.

"Hanabi, your body temperature is quite high."

"It’s all... all Sakura-kun’s fault...." the shy Hanamaru Hanabi tried to push away the hands on her tummy, but the strange feelings in her heart stopped her.

She was carefully feeling the gentle movement around her tummy and waist, as he occasionally scratched, it grew more and more ticklish, and her lovely face became more like it was feverish.

She even turned her flushed face away shyly, occasionally letting out a soft whimper.

Sakura knew Hanamaru Hanabi was very ticklish and sensitive, so he gently tickled her little belly button under her clothes with his index finger.

"Sakura-kun!" Hanamaru Hanabi immediately grabbed his clothes tightly with her small hands, her weak voice turning even more bashful, "No... you can’t..."

Just touching her little belly button made her so shy and evasive, Sakura had seen her even shyer, cuter side.

At that moment, her face was filled with the youth and beauty of a girl.

Now the Ferris wheel had reached its highest point, offering a panoramic view of all Tokyo.

But the city’s scenery was nowhere near as beautiful as the girl in front of him, nowhere near as warm as the girl before him.

...

The cabin swayed as it descended.

Sakura helped her tidy up her top, smiling as he looked at her: "Wasn’t it nice?"

Hanamaru Hanabi’s face was still flushed as if with fever, hard to dissipate: "Sakura-kun... you’re so—"

"So amazing?" Sakura interrupted her.

"I hate it... it’s too annoying!"

Sakura pretended not to hear her teasing banter, "Yes, I am indeed amazing."

Hanamaru Hanabi looked at his face, listened to his voice, and her heart filled with sweetness, just feeling that she liked him so much.

The descriptions of a teen girl’s heart racing, her mind fluttering, didn’t feel quite enough.

The warm, ticklish feeling on her tummy was still exuding tenderness.

Right after, her heart started to itch.

"Sakura-kun..."

"Hmm?" Sakura smiled, looking at her girlish shyness as she hesitated to speak.

"Can you..."

"Can you what?"

Hanamaru Hanabi’s weak voice grew softer, she tightly pressed her lips, "kiss again... one more time..."