Reasoning, and then being blasted by the neighboring idol

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[Miura Gensuke: But I want to get married after just one relationship. Wouldn't it be great to marry your first love?]

【Asano Mio: Don’t be so single-minded! 】

【Asano Mio: I mean don't be so single-minded before you turn 29.】

Miura Gensuke: ...

【Asano Mio: Sorry, I didn’t say anything...】

After putting down his phone, Miura Gensuke glanced at Tsukimiya-senpai who was lying next to him.

Own……

Are you really loyal?

Chapter 67 Sister's Armpit

"elder sister."

After pondering the question for a moment, Miura Gensuke gently poked Sakurano's collarbone and made a promise:

"Even if I sign a contract with you, I won't force you to do anything."

Tsukimiya Sakurano smiled and brushed the hair away from her face: "Hey——"

"Brother, have you really never thought of forcing me to do anything?"

"I've thought about it..."

"Hey, I actually thought about it..."

"But why didn't your brother blush this time?"

Sakurano gently pinched his earlobe again, almost as if she was treating him like a pet.

"Because my sister is always like this, I'm used to it." Miura Gensuke closed his eyes lazily.

"Hmm?" Tsukimiya Sakurano leaned on his shoulder dissatisfiedly and pinched his face hard: "Are you saying that my sister is boring?"

"We've only known each other for a short time, but you're already getting tired of each other?"

Her smooth black hair slid down the side of her face and fell on Gensuke Miura's face.

It feels cool and refreshing.

"Why don't you say anything and just look into your sister's eyes?" Tsukimiya Sakurano suddenly leaned over and bit his ear.

"..."

It's itchy.

There is also a warm feeling.

In retaliation, Miura Gensuke gently tickled the other person's armpit.

"what……"

Tsukimiya Sakurano immediately laughed out loud: "Stupid brother, stop scratching."

Miura Gensuke scratched him again without giving in.

“Haha…brother!”

"Sister is going to be angry! Haha..."

"Brother! Ha... I was wrong..."

Looking at Sakurano, who was shaking violently, curled up in his arms, laughing until her face turned red and begging for mercy, Miura Gensuke withdrew his restless hands.

You are so ticklish.

hey-hey……

"Little rascal..."

After recovering from her shock, Tsukimiya Sakurano hummed softly, then sat on his chest and tidied her hair.

Although he could feel the weight, the soft feeling made Gensuke Miura have no complaints.

"Sister, I really need to go to bed..."

"Then wait a little longer." Tsukimiya Sakurano got up, opened the closet, and took out her pajamas: "I want to take a nap too."

"Don't peek at me changing clothes."

As she spoke, she took off her knitted jacket.

Miura Gensuke watched intently.

He actually didn't really want to watch it, but the other party told him not to watch it, which aroused his rebellious psychology.

As if she noticed his gaze, Tsukimiya Sakurano, who was halfway through changing her clothes, turned her head slightly.

"Sister, I..."

"Don't quibble." Tsukimiya Sakurano glared at him with a blushing face.

In fact, it feels almost the same as wearing a bikini.

But the senior sister’s plump figure is really amazing.

It's hard for a normal man not to look.

After putting on loose pajamas, Tsukimiya Sakurano, who seemed a little angry, lay down with her back to Miura Gensuke.

The pajamas are a white ice silk long-sleeved shirt.

The transparency is very good.

Miura Gensuke suddenly discovered that the underwear his sister was wearing was exactly the one she had put on him that day...

It feels a little weird.

"younger brother."

Tsukimiya Sakurano suddenly turned around: "On a rainy day... I still feel a little uneasy..."

Miura Gensuke stretched out his hand, passed it through the slender waist and hugged the soft body: "Will this be better?"

Tsukimiya Sakurano just buried her face in his neck.

……

Sunday.

Yesterday's drizzle has stopped, but after the rain, the weather suddenly became hot, reaching 23 degrees Celsius.

After all, May is approaching.

Because of the sudden temperature rise, people on the subway dressed much more simply.

Almost no young people wear jackets. Most of them wear short-sleeved shirts like Miura Gensuke, or refreshing short skirts.

But even so, it still feels stuffy when squeezed together.

Fortunately, there was a special wheelchair parking area on this carriage, so Gensuke Miura naturally stood next to Haruka Yukikawa.

"Ice skating..."

Xuechuan Haruka, who had just woken up this morning, looked up at Miura Gensuke, her silver eyelashes trembling a few times: "Senior, have you ever tried this before?"

"Well, I did work at an ice rink," Miura Gensuke recalled, "but I just sold drinks."

"But..." Xuechuan Haruka touched her knees.

"Ah...it's okay." Miura Gensuke squatted down and touched the girl's smooth knees: "Just watch me skate."

Of course, this is just a joke.

Then he can help Xiaoyao and try it together.

Should help with recovery.

"Oh, right." Miura Gensuke looked out the window. The subway was almost at the station and was slowing down. "Do you remember what happened in the past two days?"

It’s better not to remember what happened during the day of being locked up.

Xuechuan Yao pinched the corner of her clothes tightly and pressed her knees together: "I don't remember at all..."

Seeing this reaction, Miura Gensuke knew that she still remembered.

"Actually, it's not all bad."

Miura Gensuke put his hand on her shoulder.

Xuechuan Haruka stared at his face in confusion: "Senior, do you think...something is a good thing?"

"Oh, right……"

"Senior stole my first kiss..."

She lowered her head and spoke in an awkward tone.

Miura Gensuke thought to himself that it wasn't his fault...

"That can't be considered a first kiss... After all, it's not the real you..."

The subway arrives at the station.