A passionate daily life starting from the Tachibana family

"Then don't rush for a while. Look, the clothes are wrinkled."

Gently smoothing the shirt that was wrinkled due to the pressure on his shoulders, Sasaki smiled and said words full of concern.

And Kikyo Kyoka seemed to enjoy the feeling of being cared for and asked. When Sasaki was tidying up for her, she was very quiet and didn't make any resistance.

He just tilted his head slightly, his eyes were lowered, his face was slightly red, he bit his lower lip, pretending to be a calm young man.

Although the face looks a little red, there is really no other abnormality.

I just don't know if in her heart, she is as 'indifferent' as she appears on her face.

"All right."

He didn't tidy up for too long, lest Aunt Jingxiang's eagerness dispel the shame in her heart. After smoothing out the wrinkles, Sasaki took a step back and looked up and down:

"Aunt Jingxiang is really beautiful."

After saying that, he nodded firmly.

The curve of the heartstrings on his chest rose and fell slightly.

Kiki Kyoka calmed down a little, and a gentle smile appeared on her mature and pink face: "Fuyumi is also a handsome boy~ Now the handsome boy needs to have a good rest. Auntie has to go to work. We will be married in a few days. They will call you."

"Okay, Aunt Jingxiang, be careful on the road." She didn't do anything else, she just watched the stunning beauty in a slim-fitting OL uniform walk out of the entrance while swaying her slender waist.

Looking at the living room where he was alone, Sasaki smelled the fragrance that had not dissipated around him and smiled softly.

Without recalling too much, after the blushing and heart-warming contact ended, the sleepiness that had been dispelled came back like a tide again.

Feeling the sore eyelids and the weak body, Sasaki checked the doors and windows, then followed his memory and walked to his bedroom on the second floor.

As for the dishes that Aunt Jingxiang didn’t have time to wash before she left... let’s talk about it tomorrow...

The sleepy Sasaki lay on the soft bed, looking at the increasingly blurry ceiling, and gradually closed his eyes.

ding-ding-

In his hazy state of consciousness, Sasaki Fuyumi seemed to hear the clanking of pots and pans coming from downstairs through the quilt.

That sound... sounds like someone is cooking?

Sasaki had this thought in his mind before he could figure out who had the key to his house.

The sound of slippers tapping on the stairs gradually became clearer.

'Someone's coming up. '

As soon as the thought came into my mind, the door handle turned slightly.

Then, Sasaki, who was smothered in the quilt, heard a gentle call that was refreshing.

"Fujimi, Fuyuji, wake up. Breakfast is ready. If you don't get up, you'll be late for school."

Chapter 8 Kiss, Stick (4k+)

Hearing this gentle call, the confused Sasaki muttered in response like a conditioned reflex:

"Yeah...get up right away."

After saying that, he turned over in bed and faced the inside of the bed.

The girl in student uniform who was holding the door didn't show the slightest surprise when she saw him lying in bed.

So after he turned over, the girl who had known this for a long time stepped into the room and rested her knees on the edge of his bed.

Sasaki, who was already half awake but didn't think much about it, felt the slight dip on the edge of the bed. He subconsciously turned over and lay flat on the bed. He squinted at the figure standing in front of him and reaching for the curtains.

Pure white stockings as smooth as milk wrapped around her round and slender legs until they reached the depths of her thighs.

Her round and cute knees were pressed against the edge of the bed, and her little feet wearing pink rabbit-head slippers were slightly raised behind her to prevent the slippers from falling on the ground.But with her movements like this, her exposed, soft white and flesh-colored heels were as cute as a small milk cake.

Because he was kneeling on the bed, stretching his body forward.

So, of course, the little buttocks in the red plaid pleated skirt were naturally raised slightly.

The hem of the skirt is downward, naturally and considerately covering the mysterious area that is not covered with white silk.

Because the pleated skirt fits the body extremely well, when the hem of the skirt droops, it clearly outlines the youthful and energetic figure.

It seems that because the owner of the body stretched forward, the skirt swayed, vaguely revealing a small section of white thigh that was not covered by white silk.

Because the small hands in front were pulling the curtains, the bright golden light suddenly appeared and disappeared quickly, making the looming white greasy particularly eye-catching.

And above the pleated skirt, there is a zone where nothing can be done.

Because the pleated skirt protected the dishonest owner's little butt very well, it did its duty very faithfully and did not move.

It is precisely because of this that when the girl stretches her body and reaches forward, she naturally moves the clothes on her upper body.

The slender waist that no one cared about was pitifully exposed to the air.

Look at the white and soft skin like lotus root joints, coupled with the alluring curves brought about by the twists of the snow-white waist.

And that very tight belly with no fat on it, all of this is teasing the fragile heartstrings of adolescent boys.

Not to mention, even if it hangs down naturally, the size of the white shirt buttons is still dilating.

Because the girl had fastened her buttons well and there was no exposed area, this also caused the white shirt to be stretched out in an arc that did not fit its size.

Just like the white snow attached to the towering snow-capped mountains, no one dares to make the slightest movement, for fear that the button, which is so fragile that it seems to be groaning, will cause a series of unstoppable avalanches after hearing the sound.

I saw this exciting scene as soon as I opened my eyes in the morning. If there was no reaction, it must not be a man.

And as a boy.

A boy who is very healthy mentally and physically, extremely healthy.

Sasaki Fuyumi felt that she needed to do something.

He rolled his eyes slightly and glanced sideways at the pink-haired girl who hadn't noticed that he had woken up.

Sasaki's lying body leaned forward slightly, gradually getting closer to the girl's sexy and slender waist.

"Boom~"

A soft sound sounded in the peaceful bedroom.

Sakuragi Otome, who felt a chill in her waist, suddenly shrank her waist and straightened her body instantly like a frightened little rabbit.

But because she was inside the house and could figure out who was causing trouble by just using her toes, Otome didn't scream even if she was suddenly attacked.

He just sat on the edge of the bed with some anger and embarrassment, looking sideways at the bad guy who affected him and made him bedridden.

"Get up when you wake up. I met Aunt Jingxiang yesterday afternoon and she told me that you are fine and can go to school."

"Come with me this morning, okay?"

In the slightly dark room, Sakuragi Otome adjusted her clothes, and through the curtains that were opened a crack, she looked at the boy who was sitting on the bedside, but his face was still a little pale, and asked in a gentle tone, with caution.

Sasaki leaned on the bedside, taking advantage of the bright golden sunshine outside the window, and looked at the girl sitting on the edge of the bed, holding his left hand in both hands.

Her long hair that reaches her waist is a beautiful cherry pink color, just like her name, Sakuragi Otome.

Today is Monday, so the girl is wearing a pure white shirt, the tie on the chest is light green, and the pleated skirt underneath is red with a plaid pattern.

Because the weather is very good today, the sunshine outside the window is particularly bright and dazzling.

The girl is sitting on the bed. The sun shines in slantly through the gap in the curtains and shines on the white stockings on the girl's legs. The warm and shallow sunlight reflects on the milky white stockings, outlining the plump and round outline of the girl's thighs. Like a milk-flavored sorbet exposed to the sun.

The girl's face was not stunningly beautiful, but it had a soothing softness, and she seemed to be an extremely gentle person.

At this moment, her soft and gentle light blue eyes were staring at him with some anxiety, as if she was afraid of waiting for some rejection.

Seeing her look like this, Sasaki Fuyu recalled it for a moment and remembered the reason.

In the six months after his parents died, 'he' rarely went to school.

He has been staying at home and feeling sad, and his three meals a day are prepared by his childhood sweetheart, Sakuragi Otome, who lives next door, and placed on his bedside every day.

Likewise, she would ask him every day if he wanted to go to school with her.

But because it was already approaching the winter vacation, this didn't happen much.

As a newly promoted sophomore in high school, he only went to school a few times in the first month of school, and every time Otome looked at him pitifully before reluctantly agreeing.

So this morning, Sasaki had a rare interaction with Otome who asked him to eat. In the past, he would always give a very brief 'um', 'oh', and 'got it'.

After thinking about the reason clearly, Sasaki, who was not resistant to going to school, was about to nod in agreement.

But he suddenly noticed that Otome was not resisting some of his intimate contact just now.

There was also the way Otome had always taken care of him in every possible way, but the original person was quite cold.

'If God doesn't take it, you will be blamed for it.If you fail to do so at the right time, you will suffer the consequences. '

You must know that no matter what kind of relationship, it needs to be maintained, and one-sided efforts will not be rewarded. Even boiling water will cool down one day.

Sakuragi Otome can continue to take care of him like this for half a year, she is obviously a good girl, and what Sasaki likes most is a beautiful good girl.

Raising his left hand, he held Sakuragi Otome's small but cool hands with both hands. Sasaki leaned on the bedside, his eyebrows slightly lowered, and he looked weakly at Otome, who looked very innocent:

"Otome... I just came out of the hospital at noon yesterday, and I have been sleeping since the afternoon. My head is still a little dizzy, and I probably can't eat breakfast. I will take it easy for a while... and then go to school with you."

"No, go to school without eating in the morning. Your body won't be able to handle it... Well, let's do this... I'll bring you some food. If I feed you, can you eat some?"

Although she was surprised that Fuyumi was so obedient and well-behaved and went to school as soon as he said he was going to school, Otome, who paid more attention to his body, still wanted him to eat well.

So after hearing that he was uncomfortable and unable to eat by himself, he thought of an extremely convenient way.

After hearing Otome's rejection and suggestion, Sasaki Fuyumi pretended to be weak, and the slightly drooped corners of his mouth slightly raised an arc that was extremely difficult to detect.

At the same time, he nodded in response to the expectant Otome.

"it should be OK."

"Okay, I'll go down and serve the rice right now!"

It was the first time for Sakuragi Otome to face such an easy-to-talk Fuyumi, so after he agreed, Otome was afraid that he would regret it, so she kicked off her pink rabbit-head slippers and ran downstairs.

Soon, in less than half a minute, Sakuragi Otome, wearing an apron, entered the bedroom carrying a bowl of porridge and several plates of side dishes.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Sakuragi Otome was holding rice porridge, stirring it a few times with a spoon, then scooping out a spoonful, blowing a few mouthfuls with her moist pink mouth to remove the heat, and then reached out Sasaki's mouth:

"Ah~"

Looking at Otome feeding herself in a funny manner as if feeding a child, Sasaki Fuyumi leaned forward and took the entire spoon into his mouth without caring whether it was burning his mouth or not.

Later, when Otome was about to feed him again, Sasaki, who finally finished chewing and swallowed, frowned and looked at Otome who was confused:

"It seems...a little raw?"

"Ah? How come...it's clearly a set time..."

Hearing this, Sakuragi Otome was shocked and directly put the spoon that had not been handed over to her mouth.

After eating it, Otome, who had chewed for a long time but didn't find any uncooked rice, was about to ask questions.

But he found that Sasaki, who was originally leaning on the head of the bed, was getting closer and closer.

Seeing Otome tasting rice porridge, Sasaki Fuyumi's lips raised a smile.

But he did not sneak up on Otome unethically, but gradually moved closer to Otome's face in front of her.

Although the two were childhood sweethearts, to be honest, the predecessor did not have any male-female feelings towards Otome.

Although Otome took enough care of her predecessor, she never took any further action.

But to say that Otome had no thoughts about him and continued to take care of her with pure friendship for half a year, Sasaki didn't believe it at all.

The reason why she can do this is either that she is stupid or that she likes herself or has a good impression of herself.

In order to verify this idea, the most direct way is to go up.

No matter if she really likes him or she is stunned by surprise.

As long as she doesn't avoid it, as long as it really comes true, then this relationship will be considered acquiesced.

With the idea that it wouldn't be a waste to give it a try, Sasaki smiled and slowly approached Sakuragi Otome's gentle and charming face.

"No? Can I try it again...?"

His right hand gently held Otome's soft chin towards him, and his left hand took the rice bowl she was holding and put it aside. Although Sasaki Fuyumi's words were inquiring, his movements did not mean to pause at all.

After the words were completely spoken, two extremely soft marshmallows stuck together.