My fiancée's girlfriends all have special skills

When I pushed open the door, the noisy chattering sound came like the afternoon heat. Most of the club members present were girls. They completely ignored Kitahara Ayano's existence until Qingyou appeared and they calmed down a little.

"Teacher Chihaya, you are so cunning! You didn't come when we invited you before, but you easily accepted Miss Kitahara's invitation!"

"Have it?"

"It's true."

The girl who was talking to Qingyou...what was her name?

Qingyou didn't remember her name, but he had some impression of her face. During the sports festival, Qingyou was playing football in the entertainment team formed by teachers. After washing his face and returning to the locker room, he saw the girl wandering around the entrance of the locker room, as if she wanted to do something to his sneakers.

After confirming the accuracy of his recollection, Qingyou gave the girl a polite smile and decided to try not to talk to her anymore.

In this world, every woman is a potential "machete criminal".

A girl like this has a criminal record of "attempted crime" and must be even more vigilant.

If Qingyou's identity was not Aili's fiancé, but a handsome man with no backing, let alone sneakers, a more serious accident might have happened.

Today he just needs to be a model, so just shut up and stare blankly.

However, Qingyou soon discovered that this strategy was difficult to implement.

Ayano has an extreme lack of control over her students. When she was reading out the activity rules verbatim, the girls below were chatting about their own things and did not take her seriously at all.

This is very strange. Chihaya Academy is the place that pays the most attention to family background and seniority. Anyone who has something at home is willing to give some face, but Ayano can be treated with disdain.

What's even more amazing is that Ayano is not at all disturbed by this situation. She even looks very used to it. She sits in a corner near the podium and fiddles with her drawing board. If you ignore her more mature temperament, she can be regarded as one of the students...

Qingyou gradually became unhappy. Of course he was happy to see Ayano suffer a setback. Perhaps it was due to his occupational disease as a teacher, he couldn't stand seeing his students being in disarray.

He is unable to change everyone's opinion of Ayano for the time being. Obviously, there are twists and turns in the interpersonal relationships of the upper class hidden in this.

The only thing we can do is to get the order of community activities back on track.

After thinking for a while, Qingyou coughed twice to attract everyone's attention.

"Sketching alone is a bit boring, why not give it a challenge?"

Chapter 48 Ayano's forced love triggers Qingyou's PTSD

The challenge proposed by Qingyou has simple rules. Each student must draw his portrait within a limited time, with no restrictions on style.

When the time is up, take photos of all the paintings and send them to Aili, so that Qingyou's fiancée can select the best ones.

"What's the reward?" asked the girl who was once suspected of having improper intentions towards Qingyou's sneakers.

"You can pick up my after-school tutoring at any time during the working hours on weekdays."

Qingyou said this without blushing or feeling nervous.

At first glance, the nature of the prize seems to be similar to "Dad rewards his good son with a set of learning materials (real learning materials)", but it is not the case.

Even during the Q&A time after class, you have to queue up, so please don’t question the popularity of the star teachers!

Ayano originally thought that the students would laugh, but they didn't. In an astonishingly short period of time, within the two minutes that Qingyou set the timer on his phone, the students present quickly immersed themselves in painting.

This scene reminded Ayano of when she first started learning painting. She was very young at that time, and the studio was full of children from wealthy families like her. They laughed, played, and chased each other in the lush courtyard after class.

After many years, Ayano felt the breath of youth again, but she didn't expect that the occasion would be a strange "competition".

Qingyou was modeling, and the classroom was so quiet that only the sound of pens swishing was left. Ayano couldn't stand it any longer, so she went to the corridor to get some fresh air.

After a while, Ai Li's message came.

[Airi: Is Qingyou-kun with you? ]

[Ayano: Yeah. I’m coaxing the kids in the literature club.]

[Aili: Well, this guy is always coaxing kids, and I don’t find it annoying… When he’s done, tell him to reply to my message.]

Do I need to tell this myself?

Three years is enough time for the young lady to tame anyone into someone who will respond to any request. Ayano thinks Qingyou is not the type who can be tamed, but Qingyou maintains a serious attitude towards this engagement relationship and will surely come back after the modeling work is finished.

Ayano sensed an abnormal... resentment from Airi's words?

Or should I say dependence, it's so funny, will Aili really depend on Qingyou?

Airi seemed a little bored and wanted to find someone to chat with. Since Qingyou was not available, she talked to Ayano. She said that she had found an unusual movement of funds. After carefully peeling off layer after layer of accounting veil, she was sure that it was her second uncle, Genichirō's younger brother, who was causing trouble.

[Airi: Director Kuroda is a loyal dog of the Second Uncle faction. Considering their previous dissatisfaction with the supply chain I was in charge of, I think they will take action in this area. Although I don’t know what method they will use yet. Tsk, it’s really troublesome.]

[Ayano: The suppliers of the Chihaya Group are all companies supported by the family. They can't be easily replaced, right? ]

[Aili: Regarding this, there have always been disagreements within the family, such as...]

[Aili: Forget it, let’s wait until Qingyou-kun is done. ]

Whenever they talked about similar points, Ayano could always feel Airi's contempt for her in her heart. This was actually understandable. After all, she also looked down on Airi. People with different personalities were naturally looked down upon, and it was difficult for people to truly understand each other.

Airi is very talented in business management and is very strong-willed, while Ayano prefers to tinker quietly on her own with her work. She thinks it's just a personality difference - until something happened to her family the year she graduated from junior high school.

The crisis faced by the Kitahara family that year shaped Ayano into who she is today, and made her realize how different she is.

"Thank you for your hard work!"

"No, no, it's Chihaya-sensei who's the hard-working one, sitting there all the time to provide us with materials..."

"Teacher, I have a question!"

"please say."

"Will your fiancée be mad if I draw you too handsome?"

Qingyou looked at the girl who once seemed to covet his sneakers, and muttered to himself that this girl was really dramatic, but smiled: "Of course not, it's just a normal practice. It's a sketch, not a candid photo. Okay, hand in the painting with your signature, and everyone can go home first. Remember to send the photos to my work email."

After the students left, Ayano returned to the classroom and said to Qingyou who was arranging the tables and chairs, "Thank you Qingyou-kun for helping me out."

"It's a small matter." Qingyou paused and said earnestly, "Ms. Kitahara is actually not suitable for school work. Instead of suffering from the students' contempt every day, you should concentrate on your creation."

"It'll be fine if Qingyou-kun helps."

Byd, you are still relying on me, right?

Qingyou was so angry that his teeth were itching. He couldn't help but take a look at the system interface. The current energy point inventory was 110 points, of which 10 points were the income from massaging Aili's feet. It was enough to show that Qingyou's technique was professional, and the pleasure value brought to Aili directly reached the upper limit.

No, it's too slow. I still have to find some tasks to get rid of the state of being dominated by the drawing board demon as soon as possible.

Qingyou pondered for a moment, and suddenly realized that Ayano had drawn the curtains of this cool oval classroom.

"Ms. Kitahara, what are you doing?"

"Do you need finger pointing service?"

She asked a question but her action was to lock the door, turning the classroom into a "secret room" where outsiders could not see what was going on inside. The light in the room suddenly became ambiguous. Ayano put several stools in a row, sat at the end of them with her knees together very elegantly, and gestured "please" to Qingyou.

"From now on, I can provide services to Qingyou-kun during my daily activities. Of course, if Qingyou-kun wants to unlock more private services, that's also possible~"

"What if I say no?"

Ayano didn't answer. She unzipped the back of her dress and took off her tight skirt and inner wear and threw them on the ground. Only two thin pieces of cloth were left on her body, and her beautiful figure was unexpectedly revealed to Qingyou.

The look he gave Qingyou was filled with a hint of madness and determination.

Here it comes again. This guy doesn't seem to care about his reputation at all. He uses this to threaten Qingyou without mercy. To some extent, he should have a tendency to self-destruct?

There was no choice but Qingyou to lie on Ayano's smooth thighs.

Different from Airi's bold and powerful body fragrance, Ayano's smell is like... a cafe opened in a flower shop?

All in all, it is a scent that can easily make people feel comfortable and relaxed.

As if noticing Qingyou sniffing slightly, Ayano suddenly smiled and said, "Qingyou-kun, do you know anything about Chinese medicine?"

“I know a thing or two.” Qingyou said modestly.

This is indeed modesty. In fact, one of his girlfriends in his previous life was an excellent student at the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Qingyou actually knows a lot from learning from her.

Later, on the day Qingyou was chopped to death, he unknowingly took the special soup prepared by his girlfriend. His girlfriend told him it was a health tea, but in fact it was a customized prescription that made him unable to resist but made certain parts of his body exceptionally strong.

Chinese medicine, isn’t it amazing?

"When I was very young, my mother set a strict diet for me and took Chinese medicine to improve my physical condition on a regular basis every day, so that I could develop a kind of... well, a "smell" that was very pleasing to men and suitable for being a wife."

“…What’s that smell?”

"Don't you feel comfortable now, Qingyou-kun~" Ayano said proudly, "I think your mouth and nose are smoking more vigorously than an old smoker."

"It's pretty good."

Qingyou gave a somewhat dry compliment... You can't slander him, right?

But I also feel that it is not so smooth to praise her, because it does not sound like something normal parents would do. It does not feel like raising a daughter, but rather nurturing a precious pet.

Now Qingyou has some understanding of Ayano's rebellious period. If he were in her shoes, and his parents had brought him up in such a crazy way since childhood, he would probably do something crazy while he is young.

Ayano's fingertips rubbed around Qingyou's earlobe.

Qingyou's favorite part of this set of finger-painting skills is this part. As long as you temporarily forget the devilish nature of the drawing board devil, you can get the ultimate gentle experience.

However, Qingyou's willpower is extraordinary, and he did not forget to check the system panel.

The last time Kitahara Ayano's mission was completed when she was resting her knees on the pillow and drawing with her fingers, do you want to complete another one this time?

In comparison, this service is an upgraded version. After all, Ayano is wearing less fabric, and the enjoyment of having her head resting directly on her thighs is even more wonderful.

Qingyou only needs to turn his eyes slightly to get a close look at Ayano's flat belly without a trace of fat. Her figure is very slender, but not so thin that she is just skin and bones. There is flesh where it should be, and her belly button is clean and cute.

Looking up, you can see a girlish white bra that supports the delicate hips. In fact, the B cup (the Chinese size in the previous life) is very suitable for girls who are not tall and thin. Combined with the overall image, it is easy to arouse men's desire to protect.

However, Ayano did not give off the air of needing protection, she just wanted to accomplish what her heart desired, no matter the cost.

"What are you thinking about, Qingyou-kun?"

"Thinking about dinner tonight."

"I've always been curious about what goes through a boy's mind when he's having sex and the pace is slow... Your answer is very unusual."

"Is it abnormal?"

"There aren't many boys who cook, except for those who are professionals." Speaking of this, Ayano showed her confident yet playful expression again, "Cooking skills are also required to be proficient from a young age."

"Then we can have a chance to spar with each other some other day."

"Some other time. The important thing now is to enjoy yourself, Qingyou-kun~Don't think about the responsibilities of serving the young lady anymore. In my place, you will be treated as an equal."

Qingyou thought that she was not a bad person in Aili's eyes. Although Aili had just given her the nickname "piggy" and asked him to lick her feet, overall the two of them had a very harmonious cooperative relationship.

Besides, for Qingyou, cooking is a hobby, not a burden.

It's not like he was determined to cling to Airi from the beginning. After all, in the game, there are four major families in Tokyo, and there are also outstanding and strong women in other families. It really suits Qingyou to be Airi's fake husband.

Qingyou wanted to retort, but before he could open his mouth, Ayano suddenly reached out and pulled Qingyou's head towards her.

Break heads!

Suddenly his face was pressed tightly against Ayano's belly, but that was not the end. Ayano's hands were still exerting force, frantically forcing Qingyou's angular features to stick tightly to her.

"Breathe, yes, breathe... Just like last time, use your breath to make me feel out of control and confused. That's right, Qingyou-kun~ Try harder~ Uh-huh~"

Ayano's voice was tinged with madness, and her behavior was also quite crazy. Qingyou was caught off guard and had difficulty breathing, but the harder she gasped, the stronger the feedback from Ayano's body.

Qingyou felt as if he was about to drown in Ayano's soft, fragrant belly.

It wasn't a very long time, but it seemed a bit long to both of them.

Suddenly, Ayano began to tremble uncontrollably for seven or eight seconds before stopping - enough time for a bowl of Chaoshan beef hotpot.

Her skin color was like tender meat that had been rinsed well, pink with a hint of red.

"Thank you."

Ayano's chest rose and fell as she thanked Qingyou with satisfaction. Her watery eyes almost overflowed, turning into a tangible rope that trapped Qingyou tightly.

Qingyou recognized what it was—it was far from the level of "love", but it could be considered a liking at the level of desire.

"It's very comfortable to be a couple with you, Qingyou-kun~"

This sentence touched a switch, causing Qingyou to recall many relationships in his past life. Familiar scenes flashed before his eyes, and finally stopped at the moment before he was killed by the hatchet. His gradually dimming and dissipating gaze swept across a face that was as elegant as Ayano.

That girl also liked to let Qingyou rest his head on her thighs, put her fingers into his hair, and stroke it with a little force, just like the gentle mother of a seven-year-old boy.

There are some things that I thought I had long forgotten, washed away by the river of time, leaving only a few traces on the riverbed. However, when the silt buried under the traces gushed out, the familiar little smell came up.

It’s so painful, my PTSD is acting up!

Qingyou took off immediately and quickly retreated away, with his back against the wall, staring at Ayano in horror.