Evil schoolgirl stalks me

Black hair is scattered on the carpet. Her side face is clean and flawless. Under her slender goose neck, her slender arms hug her shoulders, making a certain point more prominent. Her slender waist suddenly expands from the crotch upwards and then quickly shrinks at the thighs. Her hip line, her knees bent and her perfect legs extended out from her nightgown, and her fair and flawless skin shone brightly under the light.

Finally, Natsume Yayoi's eyes passed over the girl's small ankles.Stay in the center of the pink soles of your feet.

The slightly arched feet have a few slight folds on the soles of the feet. Perhaps it is because the girl's feet are so perfect that every fold has a strange temptation.

The sound of rain outside the window continued, making the living room even more peaceful.

Natsume Yayoi walked aside and turned off the light, then groped back for the faint light emanating from somewhere.

Although the girl has acquiesced to him staying, and although it is not the first time that he has stayed here overnight, he still feels unreal until now.

After listening to Yukiyo Sakura's slight breathing, he carefully lay down next to her, pulled the blanket, and gently covered most of her body.

Because of the small space, the two of them could not help but touch each other with their backs.

The girl's body temperature was transmitted through the clothes, making his back begin to feel hot.

Although she wasn't very sleepy, Natsume Yayoi still forced herself to close her eyes and try to fall asleep.

However, after closing his eyes, the warm touch on his back became clearer.

Yukiyo Sakura's breathing tickled his heart like a kitten scratching his heart.

During thunderstorms, the air is humid and dull, which makes people feel a little uncomfortable.So, Natsume Yayoi changed her posture...

In the darkness, there was a slight rustling sound.

It took Natsume Yayoi a long time to turn around.

Even such a simple movement made his breathing quicken.

He tried his best to suppress his breathing and gently smelled the fragrance of the girl's hair after bathing.

Although the fragrance was faint, he always felt as if his whole body was wrapped in Yukiyo Sakura's fragrance, and his body became lazy and satisfied.

Natsume Yayoi relaxed her body and lay down, feeling her cheek pressing a few strands of her hair.

He raised his head slightly and gathered her scattered hair in his hand. His fingertips felt soft and smooth, making him unable to put it down.

He stroked her hair for a moment before reluctantly letting her hair down.

Perhaps it was the girl's peaceful dreaming state that infected Natsume Yayoi, and he also felt a little sleepy.

He put his hands in front of him to get ready to sleep, but because it was awkward to put his hands on his body and strange to put them behind his back, he came up with a slightly bolder idea.

Based on his memory, he slowly raised his hand to the most concave part of the girl's waist and abdomen.

Just put your hands down gently so that sleeping will not be awkward.

And even if Yukiyo Sakura falls asleep, she won't be woken up.

Everything makes sense.

Except for not getting the girl's consent...

After hesitating for a while, Natsume Yayoi gave up.

Although he has noticed that Yukiyo Sakura is beginning to like him, this would be a bit of a shame.

Next time you have a chance, try to make such a request while your senior is still awake...

Just when he was about to give up, his eyes suddenly glowed with white light.

Immediately afterwards, the vision became completely dark.

Rumble!

Deafening thunder followed.

After regaining consciousness, Natsume Yayoi's hand was already on Yukiyo Sakura's waist.

Before he could make the next move, Yukiyo Sakura suddenly held his hand and leaned back, so that her soft body was almost completely hidden in his arms.

Natsume Yayoi's head was confused for a moment.

After he calmed down, he licked his lips that were dry due to nervousness and shouted softly:

"Sister~"

"Ah."

Hearing the girl's response, the boy opened his mouth and then closed it again.

Natsume Yayoi originally wanted to ask Yukiyo Sakura when she woke up, but then she thought about it. Whether she was awake from the beginning or was woken up by thunder, it didn't matter anymore.

Because at this moment, Yukiyo Sakura was nestled in his arms.

"Senior, are you cold?" he asked.

"A little."

"Oh."

Natsume Yayoi tightened her arms slightly and hugged her slender waist.

Then, the breath he had been holding slowly came out.

"Hu—" "Senior."

"Ok?"

"Good night."

Yukiyo Sakura's hand grasped his arm around her waist and she gave a soft "hmm".

"Good night, junior."

Natsume Yayoi put her chin on the hair on the back of her head, rubbed it, and closed her eyes with contentment.

The sound of raindrops hitting the world is as sweet as the sound of nature.

Listening to the soothing sound of rain and smelling the fragrance of cherry blossoms from the girl in her arms, Natsume Yayoi quickly fell asleep.

And Yukishiro Sakura, in the boy's hot breath, felt the warmth that dispelled the coolness of the rainy night, and became more and more relaxed...

Before dawn, Yukiyo Sakura opened her eyes.

In the past, I would always stay up late reading, but last night I changed to the "Man'yoshu" that I had already read and didn't want to read it, so I went to bed very early.

The girl who had had enough sleep carefully picked up Natsume Yayoi's hand on her waist, got up and went to the bedroom to pick out an unread book, then went to the kitchen to make coffee, and then returned to the living room.

By the light of the kitchen, Yukiyo Sakura put the coffee on the coffee table, then knelt down and sat next to Natsume Yayoi's head, looking at his side face in the dim light.

The boy's long hair made it difficult for her to see his face clearly, and the dim environment made his face even more blurry.

The girl raised her hand, gently parted the hair on his cheek, and slowly slid her fingers along his cheek, stopping at his lips.

Yukiyo Sakura moved her fingers twice, and Natsume Yayoi's lips opened and closed the gap.

After staring for a moment, she slowly leaned down...

Natsume Yayoi opened his eyes, Yukiyo Sakura was kneeling next to him and looking at him.

The light from the kitchen became fainter in the living room, and Yukiyo Sakura's face had a trance-like beauty in the dim light.

"Sorry, did I wake you up?"

Natsume Yayoi shook her head.

"Nothing."

"Do you still want to sleep?"

"No."

Natsume Yayoi sat up.

"Would you like some coffee?" Yukiyo Sakura asked, taking the cup on the coffee table.

"Ah."

Natsume Yayoi took it and took a sip, then froze for a moment.

This is not the mug that my senior sister used for herself, and there is only half a cup in it...

Senior sister drank it...

The slightly bitter liquid slides down the throat, and then the seemingly non-existent sweetness gradually becomes thicker and fills the mouth and stomach.

Natsume Yayoi turned to look at the rooftop and found that the rain had stopped at some point.

"Senior, I have to leave."

"Now?" Yukiyo Sakura was a little confused.

"I still have to go to class, and my schoolbag is at home." Natsume Yayoi explained.

Yukiyo Sakura nodded to express her understanding, and then she remembered something else.

"Junior's clothes are not dry yet..."

Natsume Yayoi pondered for a moment and glanced at the bathrobe next to the sofa.

Following his gaze, Yukiyo Sakura also understood something.

She picked up the bathrobe, handed it to him and said, "That's all."

"I will send it back in the evening." Natsume Yayoi said as she put it on.

"Ah."

After sending Natsume Yayoi to the door, Yukiyo Sakura returned to the living room and turned on the light.

Picking up the coffee on the coffee table, the girl lowered her head and glanced at the rim of the cup, then brought it to her mouth and took a sip.

The coffee was almost cold, but the temperature so close to her skin reminded her of the touch of the boy's lips just now.

It was soft and had a warmth that made her cheeks feel hot.

A faint blush rose from the girl's face.

After she calmed down, she seemed to have thought of something and hurriedly brought the coffee to the rooftop.

Not far downstairs, a young man in a bathrobe waved to him.

She raised her coffee at him and took a sip.

Judging from its gentle posture, it seems like it is kissing the rim of the cup.