Xiaosan's Youth is Absolutely Correct

Fingers lightly slid across the pure white silk, Sagiri lying on Xiaosan's bed, her thin eyebrows trembled slightly, as if she was enduring something.

Seeing the girl's reaction, Xiao San smiled lightly, and sat on the edge of his bed, beside Sagiri.

"Your socks are soaked, do you want to take them off for you?"

With a bit of teasing in her tone, Sagiri, who was lying on the bed, couldn't help but opened her eyes, and looked at Xiaosan angrily, as if she was a little dissatisfied with his off-key answer.

But Xiaosan didn't care too much about the girl's reaction, he just stretched out his hand suddenly, touched the bottom of Sagiri's skirt, groped under it carefully, and gently grasped the elastic edge of the pantyhose , rolled down bit by bit.

Glancing at Sagiri's reddish face, she seemed a little nervous, but she didn't show much resistance.

Xiaosan didn't think it was so strange. Although he didn't take off the other party's socks like this last time, what he did was much more serious than simply taking off the socks.

Even though he already has quite a deep and complicated relationship with Izumi Sagi, Xiaosan still believes that if she knows what he has done to Sagiri, he will probably call the police without saying a word, and let himself taste the special offer from the police station. Tonkatsu Donburi.

It was still raining outside the window, but compared to the continuous heavy rain before, the rain at this moment is much thinner, and the pattering sound of dialing can be heard outside the window one after another.

The atmosphere in the room was extraordinarily quiet, and the atmosphere seemed a bit ambiguous, and it was hard for Xiaosan to imagine that there would be a day when he would do such a thing.

'...Sayi won't suddenly come over to disturb you?If she finds out, then it is really possible that everything is over. '

But when those things happened last time, there was no special accident, and no one else knew about it except the two, leaving Xiaosan with a sense of luck in his heart.

Looking at the pure white silky pantyhose that he talked about slightly, and then rolled down bit by bit, the delicate skin with a touch of pink in the whiteness, was reflected in Xiaosan's eyes without reservation, he couldn't help it. He froze and lightly stroked the surface of his index finger on the fair skin.

"Hey!"

The girl who originally had her eyes tightly closed and her lips pursed, now still opened those lively eyes, looking at Xiaosan with a bit of shame and annoyance.

"Angry?"

"no!"

"But your expression doesn't look like you're lifeless. Didn't you just lie there and ask me to do it?"

Sagiri, who was still lying on the bed, sat up, with a displeased expression on her face, she gave Xiaosan a sullen look, snorted softly, and turned her head away.

"But I didn't let you use your hands to stroke my legs like that!"

"It was just an accidental touch."

When Xiaosan spoke, the expression on his face did not change at all, as if it was real, but Sagiri, who had known Xiaosan for a long time, did not believe his words so easily, and gave him a contemptuous look.

Regarding Xiaosan's unconvincing words, Sagiri didn't say much, and lay back down again.

"Help me take it off!"

The voice was a bit loud, and Xiaosan, who was holding the loop of socks, couldn't help but pause slightly. He silently glanced at the girl lying on his bed, and then glanced in the direction of her house. A touch of contemplation.

'Miss Shayi, you can't hear me, can you? '

With the sound of the pattering rain as a cover, Xiaosan thought, Sagiri's mother, Izumi Sayi's hearing should not be that good yet.

Immediately afterwards, he continued to drag the circle of pure white silk stockings down bit by bit, until when the legs were bent out, Xiaosan's movements suddenly stopped.

He suddenly didn't want to take it off anymore.

Sagiri, who had noticed it the moment Xiaosan stopped, slowly opened her eyes after waiting for a long time for Xiaosan to continue taking off, frowning and looking at the half squatting in front of her, carefully Xiaosan staring at something.

Seeing Xiao San's fascinated posture, she couldn't help stretching out her hand, gently covering her short skirt, and looked at Xiao San with shame.

"What are you looking at?!"

"Huh? I just feel that the contrast between such a short skirt, fair skin, and pure white pantyhose has an indescribable charm."

"abnormal."

Even though she has a good impression of Xiaosan, Sagiri couldn't help showing disgust at this moment, looking at Xiaosan like a paramecium.

Looking at Sagiri who stretched out her hand to cover the bottom of her skirt, Xiao San didn't intend to let the other party let go of her hand, looking at the silent beauty and vague temptation.

"I don't want to do anything right now."

Xiaosan's eyes looked a little flat, he sighed softly, then pulled the chair in front of his desk, pulled it behind him, and sat down.

Xiaosan felt that the whole person had become a little strange, Sagiri frowned, shrunk her legs to the front, ignored Xiaosan, stretched out her hand directly, and took off the pantyhose.

Throwing it on the ground, after a 'hum', regardless of Xiaosan's reaction, he just rolled over and lay down on Xiaosan's bed, face down, and took a deep breath.

Holding Xiaosan's bed sheet tightly with both hands, watching Sagiri's actions and reactions, Xiaosan also didn't know what to say for a moment.

In terms of strangeness alone, the two are not far from each other.

One fell in love with a boy who was older than him, and the other did not refuse to like him, a girl who was younger than him.

'In terms of feeling, there is always such a lingering subtle feeling. '

The feet with the pantyhose off, just dangling in the air like that, falling on the bed from time to time, making muffled noises, Xiaosan just watched quietly like that, and didn't bother Sagiri who seemed to be immersed in it.

However, just when Xiaosan thought that the other party would continue like this, the girl suddenly raised her head, frowned, and looked at Xiaosan with a complex and tangled expression.

"There shouldn't be any smell of other women on it, right?"

"what?"

The sudden utterance made Xiao San unable to react for a while, staring blankly at Sagiri who was lying on his bed with a somewhat attached expression, but with a bit of suspicion and dissatisfaction, and did not know what the other party was talking about.

"Didn't you let other women lie on your bed? There should be no smell of other women here, right?"