Chapter 97: Pouring tea
Thinking three steps ahead,
During such casual conversations,
Sasaki walked idiot Chifuyu home before heading to the Clover Convenience Store.
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Seeing Haruno Ayato and Miwa Itsuki working,
After Sasaki greeted Ayato, he entered the inner office from behind the cashier.
After all, he had left work early last night for no apparent reason.
Even if Sister Ayumi, the manager, didn't mind, he still needed to explain.
The excuse could be made up on the spot, but the attitude had to be right.
Women hate it when the men they care about or like are dismissive of them.
Most of the time, the reason you give is not important, what's important is your attitude toward her.
You have to make her feel cared for.
With this realization in his heart, Sasaki, who gradually approached the office door, exhaled, straightened his clothes, and tapped on the door.
Knock, knock—
"Come in."
As the familiar and soothing mature female voice came from inside, Sasaki pressed down on the handle and entered the room.
The room was not large and the decor was not extravagant, but it was neat and tidy.
The polished wooden floor was spotless.
Not far from the entrance on the right was a transparent square coffee table, which was uncluttered except for a set of plain wooden tea utensils.
Further to the right of the coffee table was a white sofa.
Sitting on it was Ayumi, who was dressed in a dark purple long dress,
Her dark red hair, casually draped, cascaded down her back like a waterfall.
Her lips were naturally rosy without any lipstick, and her lightly made-up face was as fresh and lovely as a young schoolgirl's.
At that moment, she was leaning forward slightly, extending her arm and pouring the tea with a 'gurgle' sound, when she heard the door open, causing her to lift her emerald-like beautiful eyes.
Seeing that it was future 'little boyfriend' entering, her demeanor, usually poised like that of a lady of a reputable family, instantly relaxed.
Setting down the teapot, she waved at Sasaki.
"Bad boy, come and try the tea sister brewed."
The boy quickly walked to her side and plopped down next to her, then took the teacup she handed him, sipping it slowly, feigning a meticulous taste.
"How is it?" Ayumi, who was attempting tea-making for the first time, fluttered her large eyes, eagerly awaiting the judgment of her lover.
"Fresh, mellow, and refreshing. You did a great job brewing it,"
The latter put down the empty tea cup and commented with a smile and nod.
To be honest, that was all he could say.
Neither in his past life nor in this one was he a man of refined tastes.
He understood nothing about tea tasting.
In his opinion, whether it was cooking or tea-making, what mattered most was who made it for him.
So even if Ayumi's tea was not actually good, it wouldn't affect Sasaki's compliment.
"You have such a way with words~"
Pleased with the praise for her first attempt at tea-making, the girl's eyes curved into smiles, and she poured another cup for him.
Although their relationship was not yet defined,
But Sasaki, who had been able to cuddle since yesterday, skillfully wrapped his arms around her slender waist.
Even if they didn't discuss what was on their minds,
Even ordinary siblings could hug and act spoilt together.
Thus, Ayumi didn't resist from the beginning to the end.
Burying his head in the crook of her shoulder, inhaling the fragrance from her hair, Sasaki narrowed his eyes and arched his head with a smile:
"I'm just telling the truth. Sister Ayumi, you're so beautiful, of course, everything you do is wonderful."
Tickled by his affectionate gesture, the latter couldn't help but shrink her neck slightly and lightly slapped Sasaki's leg:
"Are you also coaxing the young girls at school like this? So smooth~"
"I only want to coax Sister Ayumi," Sasaki avoided answering her question directly.
It was a taboo to bring up other girls when talking to a woman who has a crush on you—it can kill the conversation and easily upset her.
Especially since Sister Ayumi was much older than him.
Although she didn't say it out loud, she was undoubtedly worried about not measuring up to those vibrant, youthful girls.
Thus, Sasaki seldom mentioned anything about school in front of her.
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"Let's see how you do~"
With a coquettish roll of her eyes,
Ayumi, quite satisfied with Sasaki's response, reached out to tousle his hair.
She, no longer a young girl, of course knew that a man's words were to be taken with a grain of salt.
But upon actually hearing those sweet nothings that soothed her heart and mind, she couldn't help but feel delighted.
"I'll make sure to do well~"
Lightly kissing her smooth, long neck, Sasaki buried his head in her fragrant, dark red hair, continuing:
"Aren't you going to ask, Sister Ayumi?"
"Ask what?"
Hearing his words, her hand paused in his hair, her gaze flickering slightly as she leaned back a bit.
"About why I left early yesterday."
"Didn't you say on the phone last night that you went to see the neighbor's sister?"
Lifting his head from her shoulder, Sasaki, wrapping his arms around her slim, firm waist, smiled and tilted his head: "So you really trust me that much, Sister Ayumi? Aren't you afraid she might be more than just a neighbor to me?"
Touching Sasaki's forehead with a finger, Ayumi, with no change in expression to his attempts, asked with a laugh: "In the heart of a bad boy like you, is sister, such a suspicious person? Besides, what does it matter to me if she is your 'special sister'?"
First clarifying her stance, then setting boundaries.
Knowing that she was still somewhat concerned, Sasaki smiled briefly.
Then he held her waist and talked about his relationship between Okino siblings in a leisurely manner.
Regardless of whether she believed it or not, he showed his attitude.
And as he expected,
After he finished speaking, Ayumi's hand, initially just stroking his hair, gently rested on the back of his head.
Her arms as white and tender as lotus roots slowly contracted around Sasaki's neck as she pulled his head into her plump, fragrant softness.
Smelling the lingering fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose, the boy felt the softness on both sides of his cheeks and couldn't resist wiggling his head.
To be honest... there was a slight gap compared to idiot Chifuyu and Serizawa...
But compared to the ones in his past life, it was already huge, not to mention, this feeling of a mature woman is just...
With such thoughts in his mind,
Sasaki suddenly lifted his head.
Meeting Ayumi's puzzled gaze as she lowered her head, he arched his back slightly and moved forward, before capturing her succulent pink, unadorned lips.
Feeling the soft coolness coming from your lips,
Sasaki opened his eyes and looked into Sister Ayumi's slightly shocked, but not annoyed eyes and his already restless heart started to stir.
Breaking the kiss, giving her a few moments to breathe, his hand gently touched her cheek, then slid to the back of her neck, pulling her slightly towards him.
He picked her up and sat down on the chair, letting her sit on his lap, and then leaned in, and their lips met again.
It was a soft touch at first, but soon, Sasaki pressed his lips harder against hers.
Ayumi's lips parted slightly in surprise, and the boy didn't hesitate.
This time his tongue slipped into her mouth, exploring boldly as she gasped into the kiss, but she didn't pull away.
Instead, she kissed him back, her body responding with a heat she hadn't known before.
Sasaki's hands moved down to her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed tight against each other.
The kiss deepened, and his desire grew intense; making her dizzy as his restless hands moving over to her shoulders.
Feeling the coolness on her shoulder, Ayumi was about to raise her hand to stop him, but Sasaki, who was already prepared, took hold of her hand.
His tongue danced with hers, and each touch of his lips sent shivers through her, and his hands.. made her not know what to do.
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Scold him or let him..
Respond..
How to respond..
With her hand placed on her legs, feeling her own nervous trembling.
Ayumi, who had never experienced anything like this, was unsure how to react at the moment.
But her experiences from late nights under the covers made her subconsciously clench her fist.
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