Evil schoolgirl stalks me

Her fists clenched involuntarily.

"If you don't say anything, I'll just assume that you just want to reward me without any purpose. In this way, it doesn't matter if senior sister and I continue to develop, right?"

She suddenly raised her head, looked at Natsume Yayoi's serious face, and blurted out: "No!"

Quietly watching her look flustered by her words, Natsume Yayoi finally stopped making insinuating remarks.

"So, you obviously don't like Mr. Nomura, but you want to get engaged to him. Is it because of your senior sister?"

Fujiwara Kaori's expression suddenly changed.

Before she could respond, Natsume Yayoi added, "Because he likes my senior sister, so he wants to get engaged to him, right?"

"."

This question was so sharp that Kaori Fujiwara felt as if the darkness hidden under her gentle surface had been torn apart, causing her heart to hurt violently. .

She lowered her head and was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed.

There was a bit of sadness and relief in the laughter.

"Ah, I was discovered. That's right. After all, my fiancé died, but I am not sad at all. You will definitely find it."

"But, have you ever thought about it?"

"what?"

"If Mr. Nomura does not commit suicide, and you really marry Mr. Nomura in the future, your last name will be [Nomura]. Doesn't it matter?"

Natsume Yayoi asked lightly, but the voice hit her heart like a heavy hammer, causing her heart to hurt violently.

She slowly raised her pale face and stared blankly at the young man in front of her.

"Isn't that right?"

"In that case, you will never become [Yukiyo Chiori]." Natsume Yayoi said calmly.

Fujiwara Kaori's face turned two points paler than before.

"."

Seeing the lack of spring tenderness in Fujiwara Kaori's empty eyes, Natsume Yayoi forcefully pursed her lips and continued her questions like torture.

"Being engaged to a man you don't like"

"Doing this kind of thing to a gloomy and dull boy who seems to have no friends."

"Give up and become [Yukiyo]."

"No, stop talking, please stop talking."

Fujiwara Kaori curled up on the sofa, her body trembling slightly, covering her ears with her hands, lowering her head and praying.

Seeing her like this, Natsume Yayoi sighed.

"I have one last question. If you answer it, I will never mention these things again."

Fujiwara Kaori slowly released her ears, raised her head, and stared pitifully at Natsume Yayoi with eyes about to cry, and asked: "What, what's the problem?"

"If you hate senior sister so much, why don't you just kill her?"

Hearing the extremely cruel words he said in a calm tone, Fujiwara Kaori's eyes shook violently.

"Then, how can that be done~" she asked subconsciously.

"How about that!"

"why not?"

"that is because."

"Because Senpai is the last orphan of the [Yukiyo] family, killing her means that the dead men of the [Yukiyo] family will never forgive you?" Natsume Yayoi helped her say the follow-up words half-guessing.

Fujiwara Kaori's expression suddenly changed.

"She told you everything!"

Seeing her reaction, the big stone in Natsume Yayoi's heart finally fell to the ground.

He shook his head and said, "Senior sister didn't tell me anything, and I never asked her about what happened between you."

"Then how do you know?"

"Don't forget, I am a member of the Reasoning Department. You usually expose too much information."

Fujiwara Kaori was stunned.

"That's right, that's right, no wonder."

Looking at the woman in front of her who lowered her head and murmured in a trance, Natsume Yayoi thought to herself: The teacher would rather use twisted methods to take away the people around her senior than do anything to her. This shows that she has never thought about killing her. Senior sister.

If that's the case, doesn't the death I saw today belong to me?

In other words, I will be killed by the teacher.

"Teacher, do you want to give it a try?"

"what?"

"Take everything away from me, including me, right?"

".Yes!"

Kaori Fujiwara finally admitted.

"Then do you want to continue?" Natsume Yayoi asked.

"Of course!" she said without thinking.

"There will still be rewards, right?"

"Of course!"

"What if I want more?"

"What?" The woman was stunned.

What do you mean by wanting more?

It can only be that kind of thing

Her eyes only struggled for a moment before firming up.

".Yes, yes"

After saying that, she slowly raised her hand and tremblingly reached for the buttons of her pajamas.

slap~

Natsume Yayoi grabbed her hand.

The woman raised her eyes and stared at him with confused eyes.

"I said knee pillow, what are you doing?"

"Huh?!" Fujiwara Kaori's face suddenly turned red.

"But if you really want to"

Natsume Yayoi paused deliberately for a few seconds, and then saw Fujiwara Kaori put down her hand in a panic.

"Then, let's take a knee pillow~"

Natsume Yayoi smiled.

Then, he nuzzled at her thigh.

Fujiwara Kaori closed her legs, knelt down on the corner of the sofa, and carefully smoothed out the folds of her nightgown. Then she whispered, "Okay, okay."

Natsume Yayoi lay down on the sofa unceremoniously and buried her face in her soft thighs.

His breath hit his thigh, making it feel hot and itchy. Kaori Fujiwara quickly pressed his head and said, "Knee pillow, is that like this?"

Natsume Yayoi took a deep breath of the scent of her thigh, causing her to press his head tighter, and at the same time, her cheeks gradually deformed under the soft contact.

"Teacher~"

"Ok?"

"What will you do if I never leave Senior Sister and keep asking you to give me rewards?"

".I, I don't know~"

"How about I give you a suggestion?"

"What advice?"

"Try to kill me~"

Rumble!

The thunder and the white flash seemed to be close at hand and struck almost at the same time.

Chapter 183 All misunderstandings started from Fujiwara Kaori’s lies

Fujiwara Kaori's soft fingers inserted into Natsume Yayoi's thick hair and gently pressed his scalp.

Even though her massage skills were not very good, her soft fingertips slid gently on her head, and Natsume Yayoi still had a dizzy feeling as her soul was gradually being pulled away.

He closed his eyes and rested his head on her soft thighs, enjoying her spontaneous massage.

In addition, Natsume Yayoi could also vaguely detect something dangling in front of her eyes, covering the sky and the sun.

Even without opening her eyes, Natsume Yayoi knew what it was.

Occasionally my nose is rubbed and I feel itchy all over.

"Natsume~"

"Ok?"

"Remember that time I sprained my ankle?"

"remember."

"I almost forgot what happened. Can you help me remember it?"