Chapter Forty-Three Tonight, I Let Uehara Go for Me
"Uehara, come here."
Jinguji Seihime rushed to Uehara Jiyue and waved.
"yes."
Ji Yue Uehara walked up to her and stood respectfully.
"Come over here."
"oh."
Uehara Jiyue turned her head and put her ear close to Jinguji Kiyohime. Then, she heard the words that shocked her heart.
"I know everything you did at night by secretly taking the things Izumi-kun touched."
Uehara Jiyue turned her head dullly, and there was a slight smile on Jinguji Kiyohime's flawless face.
After Uehara Jiyue was stunned for a while, her heart started beating suddenly.
"I...I...I..."
Seeing the trembling and frightened Uehara Himetsu, Jinguji Kiyohime rubbed her head and comforted her:
"Don't worry, I don't intend to punish you...but it's just a small request."
Jinguji Kiyohime's hand seemed to have magic power, and Uehara Himetsu's heartbeat gradually stabilized.
"What is the request...?"
Jinguji Kiyohime said softly: "Just let Izumi-kun watch it once..."
Uehara Jiyue suddenly raised her head.
At this moment, Jinguji Kiyohime's eyes flashed with a strange light.
…
Himesuki Uehara put her soft little hands on Izumi Toru's shoulders, and held a bath towel in her other hand to rub hard on his back.
Feeling that the strength was much stronger than last time, Izumi Toru opened his mouth and praised:
"This time, there is progress."
"Eh?!"
Uehara Jiyue was panicked for a moment.
She quickly lowered her head and continued to wipe his back vigorously.
"Thank you, thank you..."
Also, when she thought about what she was going to do next, she felt as if every part of her body had been burned...
[Don’t worry, Izumi-kun knows my purpose and won’t be angry...]
Jinguji Kiyohime's voice kept echoing in her mind like a devil's whisper.
"Okay, okay, next, the front, the front..." Uehara Jiyue stood up and said with a trembling voice.
"I'll do it by myself..."
"don't want!"
The girl immediately took two steps back.
Izumi Tetsu was stunned for a moment.
Realizing that she was overreacting, Uehara Jiyue hurriedly backed away and waved her hands and said: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...ah!"
"careful!"
Izumi Toru grabbed the girl who was about to slip.
Uehara Himetsu, who was held in Izumi Toru's arms, was stunned for a long time before her body began to tremble.
His hands, his hands...
Izumi Tetsu's subconscious...
"Eh!"
The girl's panicked voice.
Only then did Izumi realize what he had done.
He hurriedly let go of his hand, took a step back, and raised his hands high.
"Feel sorry!"
Uehara Jiyue protected her chest with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and she stood there without answering for a long time.
After a long time, she turned around, raised her right hand, and whispered: "I, I'll do it..."
Izumi Toru looked at the girl who was extremely shy but still wanted to continue, and was silent for a while.
"Thanks for your hard work."
…
The girl's thick hair was swaying in front of her face, and her clothes were also swaying in front of her.
There seems to be some kind of fragrance coming from the body, it's not strong, but it smells good.
My heart feels a little itchy.
"Please, please raise your hand."
"Um."
The girl started from his armpits, waist and abdomen line, rubbing little by little.
The girl rubbed her abdominal muscles for a long time.
Pressing on the abdomen with moderate force.
The girl in front of him was wearing clothes that could vaguely see the scenery.
Izumi Toru has endured as much as possible.
but……
Uehara Jiyue finally stopped.
Izumi Tetsu breathed a sigh of relief.
It's hard to conquer a distraught mind.
But Uehara Jiyue had to endure the discomfort in her heart to serve her, and she couldn't...
While he was trying to convince himself, Izumi Toru suddenly felt cold.
He grabbed Uehara Jiyue's arm.
"what are you up to?!"
Uehara Jiyue let out a cry of pain under the pain.
She raised her head and looked at Izumi Tooru with an expression about to cry, her face flushed.
"Yes, I'm sorry...I, I can't help it..."
"There is absolutely no need to agree to this kind of thing! I will tell Qingji that there is no need for it in the future..."
Uehara Jiyue quickly shook her head.
"No, please, no! No!"
"If you are worried about work, don't worry about it. Qing Ji, I will help you intercede. It will never affect your work. Trust me!"
Uehara Jiyue was silent for a long time.
"This, this is of my own free will...please, please don't refuse...please, please..."
Izumi Tetsu was stunned for a moment.
"Do you really understand what you are saying?"
The girl didn't answer, she just squatted down silently,
…
He can understand Izumi Toru, but he can't.
But no matter what, Uehara Jiyue is like this.
All he could do was rub the girl's hair, which was messy but still felt good.
Once, and again.
Sometimes I can't help but take a breath.
…
Seeing Uehara Jiyue running out of the bathroom with her mouth covered, Jinguji Kiyohime standing in the courtyard holding an umbrella, turned around, and left slowly.
The rain hit the bluestone under my feet and splashed in all directions. The white feet in the wooden clogs also got wet.
The patter of footsteps was completely drowned out by the sound of rain.
The umbrella rotated, and the raindrops flung out of the umbrella danced around her.
Judging from the back view, the girl was in a very happy mood at the moment.
However, the corners of her mouth pouted unhappily.
It would be fine if I were to die tomorrow.
In this way, you can not care about anything and ignore everything.
However, without me, Izumi-kun would not be able to meet Mika...
"well!"
The girl's faint sigh was hidden in the rain and disappeared without a trace.
It didn't reach anyone's ears.
Returning to Igarashi Mika's room, Jinguji Kiyohime opened the door.
"Yuhua, I'm coming in."
Mika Igarashi closed the book and couldn't help but frown when he saw his friend's bare feet on the floor, with wet footprints chasing him one by one behind him.
"You, went to find him?"
"No, I just stood outside and left when Uehara came out."
Saying that, Jinguji Kiyohime casually threw the blanket on the ground, stepped on it with her white and almost transparent feet, hooked her feet on the blanket, and wiped it from side to side a few times.
Then, she walked to her friend, leaned behind her, and whispered: "Tonight, I asked Uehara to accompany him on my behalf."
Igarashi Mika was stunned for two seconds.
After she calmed down, she sighed heavily.
"Qingji, why are you doing this?"
Jinguji Kiyohime suddenly laughed.
She stretched out her hand, put her arm around her friend's shoulders, and hugged her tightly.
"The more this happens, the heavier my weight is in Izumi-kun's heart. One day, I will surpass you and become number one. For the three of us, this is the best result! So, please forgive me.
Just do whatever you want."
Igarashi Mika was speechless, she could only lower her eyes and grabbed her hands on her neck.
...
At night, Izumi Toru was awakened by a strange sound.
He stood up and put on his feathers. He did not turn on the light, but quietly walked around the screen and looked at the source of the sound.
The dim night light exuded a soft and dim light, illuminating Uehara Jiyue's figure at this time as hazy as a dream.
The scene before him was something Izumi Toru had never imagined in his mind, and therefore, he forgot how to think for a while.
Uehara Jiyue held the clothes that Izumi Toru had changed with one hand, covering her mouth and nose, sniffing, and the other hand was covered by the clothes...
Her petite feet were now tense and bent.
The environment was a bit dark, and Izumi couldn't see clearly the blush on her toes and the blue veins on her instep. But her current state alone was enough for him to imagine.
The girl's knees were closed, her calves were close together, and her slender shoulders and right arm were shaking.
Uehara Himetsu followed Jinguji Kiyohime's instructions and sneaked into Izumi Toru's room.
What she did today was more difficult for her to understand than what she usually did hidden in her room.
She bit her lip desperately and covered her mouth and nose with Izumi Toru's clothes with her left hand.
Make as little noise as possible.
I don’t know how long it took, but the girl suddenly lost her ability to think.
There was a dull sound when her head hit the wall, but despite this, it still took Uehara Jiyue a long time to recover.
Suddenly, a black feather fabric covered her fair thighs.