Chapter 69

Seeing the slightly mocking smile on Jingu Nao’s face, Shirakawa Natsu suddenly realized.

For a period of time, Jingu Nao would wear different styles of black stockings to school every day.

Thickness ranges from ultra-thin to opaque.

He certainly wouldn’t say anything about it, just taking it as a girl’s interest in fashion.

Later, Nao Jingu gradually started wearing only ultra-thin black stockings to school.

He would only look at it occasionally, just to feast his eyes.

It now seems that Jingu Nao was just experimenting with what style she liked best.

“Natsu has been wanting to touch you for a while now, hasn’t she?” Jingu Nao whispered in his ear. “It’s okay, we have plenty of time tonight.”

“No, I can’t let my physical desires control me.” Shirakawa Natsu made up her mind, then moved her hands down from her waist to her inner thighs.

“Hold me tight,” Jingu Nao said, pressing her body against his.

Shirakawa Natsu also pulled her into his arms, as if merging her into his own body.

“Want to rub against me?” Jingu Nao asked with a smile, moving slightly.

“No, I can’t…” Shirakawa Natsumi said, separating them.

A few minutes later.

Jingu Nao reached between her legs and “ripped” a hole in her stockings: “Should we just go in a little bit?”

“No, I…” Shirakawa Natsumi was still struggling.

A few minutes later.

Jingu Nao rested her chin on his shoulder, closed her eyes tightly, and opened her small mouth slightly.

His face showed signs of pain; his teeth clenched and unclenched intermittently, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Shirakawa Natsu held Jingu Nao tightly with both hands, her breathing gradually becoming heavy, and her forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

The only sound in the room was the suppressed breathing of the young boy and girl.

At this moment, in the apartment.

Miyuki sat on the bed, picking up her phone and then putting it down again.

“Has Xia not replied to his message yet?” Kanna Hojo sat next to her, her expression complicated.

However, Miyuki didn’t notice; her attention was all on her phone. Finally, she shook her head, turned her phone over, and placed it on the bedside table: “Hmm, it’s okay. Xia will handle his own affairs.”

“Mm.” Kanna Hojo nodded, clasped her hands together, and lowered her head, avoiding eye contact with Miyuki.

An eerie silence fell over the room.

“I’m sorry,” Miyuki suddenly said. “If I bite my tongue, my whole body will stiffen.”

“Huh?” Kanna Hojo was taken aback, turned her head, her mouth slightly open, looking incredulous.

“I was kissed on the street last time, that’s why I didn’t push her away.” Mikoto’s voice was calm. Even though what she said was unbelievable, it inexplicably made people feel that she was telling the truth. After she finished speaking, she turned to look at Hojo Kanna: “Kanna, you can try.”

Kanna Hojo’s cheeks flushed red instantly.

Thinking of what Shirakawa Natsu had said, Miyuki immediately added in a serious tone, “I wasn’t lying to you about kissing me.”

Kanna Hojo shook her head quickly, then nodded, turning her face away, not daring to look at Miyuki: “I believe you.”

“Hmm.” Miyuki nodded, and the room fell silent again.

“It’s getting late,” Kanna Hojo said, blushing. “I told my mom I’d be staying at a friend’s tonight. If there’s nothing else, I’ll head home now. Mom probably isn’t asleep yet.”

She said she was going back, but instead of standing up, she mustered up her courage and looked at Miyuki.

“Okay.” Miyuki nodded seriously. “It’s so late, let me drive you home.”

Kanna Hojo’s expression twitched visibly: “I get a little carsick, so maybe we can go back tomorrow morning.”

“Okay.” Mikoto said seriously, “Natsu has the key, let’s go to sleep first.”

“Hmm.” Kanna Hojo nodded, then fell back onto the bed, hearing the “swish swish” sound of Miyuki taking off her clothes behind her.

She hugged herself tightly, too afraid to take off her clothes.

“I have pajamas, would you like to change?” Miyuki’s voice came from behind.

“No…no need.” Kanna Hojo lay on the bed fully clothed, feeling Miyuki fall asleep behind her.

Hojo Kanna, filled with trepidation, kept her eyes tightly shut.

She felt herself being hugged from behind.

My body was tense to the extreme.

Every breath Miyuki took felt like a blow to her heart.

Time passed by, second by second, and only Hojo Kanna’s increasingly rapid heartbeat and breathing remained in the room.

Gradually, she felt Miyuki’s breathing becoming more and more steady.

“?”

Hojo Kanna blushed even more as she realized it might be some kind of passive-aggressive play.

Gradually, I heard Miyuki’s soft snoring behind me.

“?”

Kanna Hojo leaned back, and Mikoto seemed to wake up from his sleep: “Kanna, I’m sorry, did I hug you too tightly?”

As she spoke, she was about to withdraw her hand.

“It’s okay.” Kanna Hojo pressed down on her withdrawn hand: “Yano-Kami, you’ve had a lot of girlfriends before, haven’t you?”

“Yes.” Miyuki answered firmly, “I won’t contact them anymore.”

“So, when you sleep…” Kanna Hojo paused here, a strange feeling rising in her heart.

I asked my girlfriend about the details of her sleeping with her ex. Something just felt off.

Kanna Hojo rephrased the question: “How did you manage to win over so many girls?”

Without hesitation, Miyuki honestly answered when asked, “They all approached me on their own initiative. I’m not good at saying no. I can sense whether they have malicious intent. If they are bad people, I will keep my distance from them.”

“…” Kanna Hojo’s initially shy expression and tense physical reactions gradually calmed down.

She suddenly realized that Miyuki’s personality might be quite different from what she had imagined. Mustering her courage, she asked, “You said earlier that after a kiss, my whole body will stiffen. I… can I try it?”

After saying those words, she just wanted to disappear into the ground.

Without any hesitation, Mi Zhi Shi said, “Okay.”

After she finished speaking, she sat up from the bed and skillfully brushed her stray hairs behind her head.

Kanna Hojo also sat up, watching her movements, and felt a pang of pain in her heart: “Why are you so skilled at this?”

She didn’t say it aloud because Miyuki had already slightly opened her mouth in front of her.

Mikoto is very handsome. Even Shirakawa Natsumi admits that, in terms of looks, even male celebrities who rely on their looks are not as handsome as Mikoto.

Her coolness comes not only from her exquisite face, but also from her expression; she’s always a cool and aloof older sister.

Imagine a cool, handsome woman standing in front of you, her mouth slightly open, a cold expression on her face, waiting for you to kiss her.

Kanna Hojo felt as if her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

Listening to her own heartbeat, she slightly opened her mouth and kissed him.

Women kiss differently than men kiss; both have small mouths, so one doesn’t cover the other’s mouth.

After they touched, Kanna Hojo carefully stuck out her tongue and pressed it against the other tongue, and then they intertwined.

Kanna Hojo quickly noticed that Mikoto’s movements were gradually stiffening, as if an animal was being choked by the back of its neck and was completely frozen in place.

“She didn’t lie to me.” Kanna Hojo was secretly alarmed, but a strong sense of shame quickly rose in her heart.

Her mouth had been rinsed by Shirakawa Natsu, and she hadn’t even rinsed it afterward. Now, she was sticking her tongue into Miyuki’s mouth, and the guilt in her heart felt like a sharp knife, cutting into her heart piece by piece.

She abruptly pulled her tongue out, oblivious to the lingering saliva between them, her eyes reddening, and tears streamed down her face.

The moment Mikoto saw her stick out her tongue, he snapped out of his daze and, seeing her like this, carefully asked, “Kanna, what’s wrong?”

Kanna Hojo shook her head as tears streamed down her face, a strong sense of guilt gradually taking over her heart.

She felt she was not worthy to stand in front of Mikoto; she was no longer pure.

Tears gradually streamed from her eyes, dripping onto the bed surface, unstoppable.

“I’m sorry.” Miyuki’s face showed anxiety: “I don’t know why, but when someone bites my tongue, I can’t control my body, and the hospital can’t find anything wrong.”

Kanna Hojo, who had been crying, suddenly stopped and looked at her lips.

She wasn’t wearing lipstick, but she had a certain peculiar vibrancy.

Yes, she has been kissed by many people.

Once the thought popped into Hojo Kanna’s mind, she could no longer suppress it.

His girlfriend’s lips had been tasted by many women, and even more outrageous things had been done to her.

A nameless jealousy quickly welled up in her heart.

Kanna Hojo suddenly looked up and kissed Mikoto again, this time less gently than before.

She roughly thrust her tongue, using all her strength, into her mouth, letting her saliva flow in.

The image of Shirakawa Natsumi shoving his mouth into his mind flashed through his mind, and a sense of vengeful pleasure rose in his heart.

Before long, shame overwhelmed her desire for revenge, and she withdrew her tongue.

“I’m sorry, Miyuki.” Kanna Hojo hugged herself. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

The pleasure of revenge, the shame, and the embarrassment of having such a terrible thought—a mix of emotions swirled within her.

“It’s okay.” Miyuki reached out and hugged her, gently patting her back: “I’m here for you.”

“Mmm.” The negative emotions that had risen in Hojo Kanna’s heart gradually subsided in Minoki’s embrace.

She wanted to say something more, but saw Miyuki shake her head: “I don’t mind kissing Kanna, but as you can see, I’m not the type who’s good at kissing. If Kanna wants, I’ll learn.”

“No way.” Hojo Kanna was suddenly amused by her and snuggled into her arms.

She originally wanted to take things to the next level with Miyuki tonight.

Since Mikoto wasn’t good at it either, she decided to go home and learn it herself, and then guide her.

Let her sleep like this tonight; she’s already very happy.

It’s not surprising that humans occasionally have some terrible thoughts.

Those evil thoughts that suddenly surfaced will be buried deep in my heart forever, never to be mentioned again, and never to reappear.

However, Kanna Hojo didn’t know that those occasional outbursts of evil would eventually become the seeds of a flower of evil, planted in her heart.

Waiting for the nourishment to be poured, at a specific time, for this flower of evil to bloom.

At this moment, Shirakawa Natsu had just finished watering. Although she hadn’t used much water, she had managed to wet the flowers.

He was staring blankly at the ceiling.