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Chapter 224 You Affected Me
"Ah."

Mochizuki Maaya bit her lip with her teeth and snorted, "I thought you wanted to keep pretending to sleep like this."

Mochizuki Mayaya said this lightly, and because of her current geographical location, she looked a little condescending.

"how is this possible?"

Natsume Yuikawa's hands climbed up a little more, and the smile on his face returned to its previous state. He said jokingly: "You are Mayura, how can I remain indifferent in front of Mayura?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Natsume Yuikawa seemed to want to prove himself and showed his firm attitude to Mochizuki Maya.

"Oh."

Mochizuki Maaya suppressed a sigh and leaned back completely, relying entirely on her hands to support the weight of her upper body.

She only felt that her body became light, as if her soul was floating, so her arms became chains to prevent her consciousness from flying away.

"Then why did you endure it that night when you saved me?" Mochizuki Maya asked with a slightly blushing face.

It was clearly a question, but when spoken by Mochizuki Maaya, it sounded soft and gentle, like a gentle spring breeze. Therefore, Natsume Yuikawa only thought it was a bedroom sentiment, and after thinking for a moment, he replied:
"If I said I was confident that I could keep you here, so I rejected your invitation, would you be angry?"

"Why should I be angry? Anyway, it has become a reality now. Even if it is just a coincidence, you can only say whatever you want."

A slight smile spread across Mochizuki Maaya's lips, making her pure face reveal a rare hint of charm.

It doesn’t matter who actively pursues and who passively accepts before the relationship begins. What matters is how they get along afterwards.

Mochizuki Mayaya felt that they got along well in every aspect.

Mochizuki Mayaya began to tremble slightly, especially her slender white legs, which turned into a duck-like sitting position.

Natsume Weichuan was deliberately taking advantage of the moment when he was talking.

The blush on Mochizuki Maaya's face became even more intense. Although she understood in her heart, a hint of resentment appeared at the corners of her slightly pursed pink lips.

Before a relationship is established, there is no need to argue about who is more comfortable with it, but when it comes to this aspect, it is absolutely not allowed.

"Don't move, you're disturbing me."

With a stern face and an expression that she thought was majestic, Mochizuki Mayaya placed her hands on Natsume Yuikawa's upper arms, preventing him from moving freely.

Did I influence you?
Then you have to decide in advance whether the impact is good or bad.

Natsume Yuikawa tried hard to control the tendency of his mouth to rise. He knew that both parties knew what he said. If he said it directly, Mochizuki Mayaya might go on strike on the spot.

Although he was confident that he could wake her up like a fairy tale prince when Mochizuki Maaya played the role of Barbie doll, he was already tired enough during the day and the more energy he could save now, the better.

Besides, Mochizuki Maaya looks quite cute when she tries her best.

The long golden hair swayed slightly with the movement, occasionally casting a shadow on the blushing face. In order not to block the view, Natsume Yuikawa signaled with his eyes, and after getting permission, he raised his hand and simply tied Mochizuki Maya's hair into a bun and put it on his left shoulder.

In this way, one can clearly see Mochizuki Maaya's expression, which sometimes relaxes and sometimes frowns during the process, and Natsume Yuikawa himself can also have a toy that he can play with in circles.

Anyway, all the important things have been left to Mochizuki Mayaya, so of course you can take it as leisurely as possible.

The only pity was that Mochizuki Maaya's hair was not long enough, and when Natsume Yuikawa tried to use the protruding part as the center of the circle, he couldn't reach it.

With a click of the tongue, Natsume Yuikawa felt bored for a moment. He let go of Mochizuki Maya's hair and turned his stare to a place that was completely different today than usual.

A silver pattern specially prepared by Mochizuki Maaya.

The pattern represents a certain symbolic meaning and fits perfectly on the skin. Natsume Weichuan considers himself not an elegant person and his thoughts are not important, so he arbitrarily regards it as the greatest work of art.

After looking at it carefully for a while, he suddenly noticed an exciting discovery.

The silver pattern on Maaya Mochizuki's flat abdomen would slightly deform every time she moved.

Normally, all you can see is her snow-white skin, which is easily overlooked from a visual perspective, but this time it finally showed up.

Even from this you can see that Mochizuki Maaya doesn't have any fat on her belly.

"No, not yet."

Mochizuki Maaya's pretty face still had a blush on it. She forced herself to sit up again and said, "My arm just had a cramp, so I accidentally fell."

"Oh~ that's right."

Natsume Yuikawa pretended to be dumbfounded and nodded, then grabbed Mochizuki Maaya's slender arm, kneading it carefully while urging her anxiously, "I'll help you adjust it, you continue."

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Mochizuki Mayaya pursed her lips and looked deeply at Natsume Yuikawa.

She just didn't believe that Natsume Weichuan wouldn't notice what she had just done.

Now I am temporarily satisfied and just want to lie down and savor the moment for a while. But if I suddenly ask myself to continue, how can I muster the energy in such a short time?

It was obvious that he was deliberately waiting to make fun of me, this hateful Natsume Yuikawa.

The reluctance in her heart turned into the motivation to hold on. Mochizuki Maaya gritted her teeth and shook down violently.

Almost at the same time, Mochizuki Maaya felt the palm massaging her arm tighten a little.

Although it was only a brief moment, it was enough to explain a lot.

It turns out that Natsume Yuikawa has been holding on all along. No wonder he said in a serious manner that he wanted to help me with my recovery. He was just trying to divert my attention by making such a fuss for so long.

Mochizuki Mayaya believed that she had guessed the truth. After seeing the hope of winning, the strength she had just mustered now had a direction to work towards, and she suddenly became more motivated.

The birds were jumping happily in front of her, forming a beautiful scenery. Mochizuki Mayaya clenched her teeth, and there was a hint of moisture in her determined eyes.

"That's right, let's just keep going. Anyway, I have already secretly crossed over once, and I will definitely not be able to return again for a while. By then, it will definitely be Natsume Yuikawa who can't hold on."

Mochizuki Maaya warned herself this in her heart, her eyes gradually half closed, and she blinked from time to time. The tears in her eyes filled her eye sockets and flowed down her face, causing her vision to be blurred for a short period of time.

In this way, it is just like a dream, or maybe I am above the clouds?
Mochizuki Mayaya was having all sorts of wild thoughts in her mind, and Natsume Yuikawa couldn't guess it no matter what, but she had a very strong other feeling.

The muscles in his body began to tense, and Natsume Yuikawa couldn't help but grab Mochizuki Maaya's arm. He thought to himself that he was too arrogant this time, and he might really be defeated by Mochizuki Maaya. Oh, that's not right.

To be precise, it is under the silver pattern.

Of course, they never bring this up afterwards, so they don't feel too upset.

As the previous undefeated winner, Natsume Yuikawa was very calm in the face of the impending failure. He did not use those tricks to distract himself. He moved his hand that was holding Mochizuki Maya's arm inward and held the plump fruit in front of him.

The heavy feeling of fulfillment made people feel comfortable from the bottom of their hearts. Natsume Weichuan raised his head and took a sip.

The time is almost here.

With this thought in mind, Natsume Weichuan closed his eyes.

strangeness.

After waiting for a while, Natsume Weichuan became confused.

Could it be that Mochizuki Mayaya wanted to play a trick on me on purpose?

Thinking of this, Natsume Weichuan opened his eyes with a smile and tears in his eyes. The scene that appeared in front of him was Mochizuki Maaya with flushed cheeks and beads of sweat on her forehead.

Her eyes were tightly closed, her long, curved eyelashes were trembling slightly, her red lips were slightly parted without making any sound, but the air she exhaled was so hot that it was scalding.

Natsume Weichuan looked at it for a while and immediately came to a conclusion in his mind.

Mochizuki Mayaya was definitely not teasing herself on purpose.

Now being able to hold on and not fall down is all that Mochizuki Mayaya can do.

Victory was once just one step away from her, but after it passed her by, it became out of reach.

"woooooo"

She let out a whimpering sound, and Mochizuki Maaya fell down again powerlessly. She looked at Natsume Yuikawa's face and said in a tearful voice, "Natsume, it's your turn."

"it is good."

When Natsume Weichuan noticed it before, he had already anticipated the scene at this moment. He turned over and completed the exchange of offensive and defensive positions between the two sides. He took Mochizuki Maya's arms with both hands and invited them to reach the finish line hand in hand.

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Mochizuki Maaya regained some consciousness, but her mind was still in a mess, so she turned her face away, bit her lower lip lightly, and no longer looked at Natsume Yuikawa.

She was obviously pretending to be calm, but the slight noises she made from time to time revealed her true thoughts.

"Ah."

Natsume Weichuan chuckled, and his right hand slowly slid down, stopping on Mochizuki Maaya's flat belly, and moved around the silver pattern on it.

During the process, the fingertips pressed the delicate skin a little bit, becoming the only resistance. After going around in a circle, they gradually moved down, shaking back and forth continuously.

The soft cry from Mochizuki Maaya's mouth became more obvious in an instant. Even she herself, who was in a semi-conscious state, noticed it, so she raised her left hand and gently bit her fingers.

Natsume Weichuan ignored all this and leaned forward towards the soft curve. At such a close distance, all the scenes in his sight seemed to be covered with a layer of misty white fog, making them difficult to identify.

The traces of cherry color and the faint blood vessels under the crystal-clear skin make it another exquisite work of art.

Because of the sweat, it feels a little damp and hot, and has a special smell.

It seems inaccurate to say that it was entirely the smell of sweat, but Natsume Weichuan had no idea what it was specifically. He took a deep sniff greedily.

"Oh"

Mochizuki Maaya's voice sounded a little more gentle and flustered than usual. She placed one hand on Natsume Yuikawa's face and looked at him speechlessly.

(End of this chapter)