Chapter 271 Your Hug is Too Tight
As if she had noticed Natsume Yuikawa's gaze, Tachibana Miyuki raised the corners of her mouth slightly. She deliberately raised her bright white long legs, switching the positions of her left and right legs and crossing them over.
During the process, the fresh petals were able to come into contact with the sunlight again, and then hid in the cracks in an instant. Natsume Weichuan looked back at the beautiful scenery that remained on his retina, and for a moment he was stunned where he was.
Taking in all the changes in Natsume Yuikawa's gaze, Tachibana Miyuki's smile grew more smug. She lowered her long eyelashes and said in a feigned resentful tone:
"You took so long to take a shower that I had to wait here for so long. I almost thought you were scared and took the opportunity to slip away."
Natsume Weichuan recovered from his brief daze and explained with a smile, "How could that be? I was just worried that it wouldn't be clean enough and would affect Sister Miyuki's experience."
"Oh?"
Tachibana Miyuki blinked in surprise, then stretched out her arms, opened her broad heart full of love and dreams to Natsume Yuikawa, and said in a tactful tone:
"It turns out that Weichuan is ready to turn over a new leaf and become a good, obedient and sensible child. Come, let your sister hug you."
Seeing Tachibana Miyuki's fiddling, Natsume Weichuan couldn't bear it anymore and quickly took a few steps forward. As soon as he got close to the bed, he couldn't wait to pounce on her.
It didn't look like he was about to throw himself into Tachibana Miyuki's embrace, but more like a predator pouncing on its prey. Once he succeeded, he would tear her to pieces and devour her greedily in the next second.
However, Tachibana Miyuki did not sit there like a prey waiting to be killed and let Natsume Yuikawa do whatever she wanted. The latter simply tore off her bath towel and then was held in her warm and soft arms.
"Hey, this isn't the first or second time, why are you still so anxious?"
Tachibana Miyuki gently rubbed Natsume Yuikawa's head, her skin flushed unnaturally, and she felt the latter biting her. She tilted her face back, showing the graceful curve of her swan-like neck, and said with emotion:
"Don't use your teeth, it hurts."
"Ok."
Natsume Yuikawa agreed vaguely, but found it difficult for Tachibana Miyuki to hear him clearly at this time, and then nodded.
But this was obviously an unnecessary worry. Tachibana Miyuki quickly received the message transmitted from her nerves. She hugged Natsume Yuikawa tightly. Her beautiful eyes were no longer as sharp and clear as usual. In the misty fog, she was filled with an intoxicated look.
"Yes, that's right. Don't be anxious. These all belong to you, Weichuan. No one can snatch them from you." Tachibana Miyuki said softly.
Natsume Weichuan didn't feel anything at first, but as time went by, the oxygen in his lungs was used up, and he found it difficult to breathe and began to struggle.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Unexpectedly, when he used only a little strength to remind her, Tachibana Miyuki seemed not to notice it at all. There was no way, Natsume Yuikawa had to use more strength, and then he slowly opened her eager chest.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Tachibana Miyuki's eyes regained some clarity and she looked at Natsume Yuikawa in confusion.
"Cough cough."
Natsume Weichuan coughed and greedily breathed in the fresh air. Feeling relieved from the lack of oxygen, he spoke: "Sister Miyuki, how dare you say that? If I had come out any later, I would have been suffocated to death by you."
"Eh?"
Tachibana Miyuki let out a light exclamation, and when she saw Natsume Yuikawa's pale face slowly recovering with his breathing, she realized what was happening. She blushed in embarrassment and tried to make excuses for herself, "I didn't notice, and you didn't let go either."
This is indeed true.
Natsume Weichuan couldn't turn his face away from Miyuki, so he took the initiative to change the subject and said, "Miyuki, do you feel comfortable too? After all, you are so devoted."
"Yes."
With such a close relationship with Natsume Weichuan, Tachibana Miyuki didn't feel embarrassed to admit such a thing. She nodded, "And it's not just physically. Seeing how Weichuan cherishes you, I feel inexplicably happy in my heart. I really want to crush you like this."
"Sister Miyuki was almost successful just now, but I'm afraid my life will be gone." Natsume Weichuan said jokingly.
If things really develop in that direction, I might become a celebrity for a while. I don't know whether I should be happy or sad.
"Aren't you going to stop talking about that?"
Tachibana Miyuki poked Natsume Yuikawa in annoyance, then grabbed his shoulder and said, "Humph, you always have to scold me when you think of me like this. I won't talk nonsense with you anymore. Lie down quickly. I want to get down to business."
Natsume Weichuan half-lay down in the direction of Tachibana Miyuki's arm. He already knew what was going to happen next, and at this time he just looked at Tachibana Miyuki quietly.
After the long brown hair was blown dry, it was not tied into a neat braid as usual. Instead, it was allowed to hang freely. Then she bent over and let it fall down like a waterfall.
Some hair tips gently brushed back and forth on Natsume Yuikawa's skin, causing an itch in his limbs and bones, as if stimulating the emotions hidden in his heart in this way.
However, compared with Tachibana Miyuki's current actions, these could not divert Natsume Yuikawa's attention at all. His eyes were fixed on Tachibana Miyuki's slightly open rosy lips.
The warm breath and the temperature that came over in an instant made Natsume Weichuan tense all the muscles in his body. He swallowed dryly and felt like fire was coming out of his throat.
"Hurry up, hurry up."
There was a voice in his heart urging him impatiently, and Natsume Yuikawa's fingers moved uncontrollably, as if if his consciousness relaxed a little, he would lift them up and roughly hold Tachibana Miyuki's head and press it down.
"Haha, can't you wait?"
Seeing Natsume Yuikawa moving restlessly below, a sly smile appeared on Tachibana Miyuki's face. She licked her lips and whispered, "Remember what I told you? Today, it's orange flavored, haha."
"Well"
Natsume Weichuan clenched his fingers into fists, and then loosened them with a slight tremor. After experiencing Tachibana Miyuki's deliberate delay before, he felt as if his soul was being sucked out by Tachibana Miyuki's actions when he accepted such a gentle embrace.
Although the movements were quite light, the strange thing was that the surface of the skin felt as if it was pricked by tiny needles, and the pain was mixed with a slight itchiness, making Natsume Weichuan float between two completely different feelings, as if his consciousness no longer belonged to him.
"Huh, I knew it. You can't bear it after just a few hits. Weichuan, you're still far from it."
Tachibana Miyuki glanced at Natsume Yuikawa and said during the breath break, "This is all because you, Sister Miyuki, used the help of props. According to the rules, it is a foul and cannot be recorded in the victory or defeat." Natsume Yuikawa also cherished this rare moment of relaxation and argued.
"Rules, what rules?"
Tachibana Miyuki cast a mocking look at Natsume Yuikawa, then slowly leaned down, "I only know that whoever can't stand it first will be the real loser, haha."
Natsume Yuikawa knew that what Tachibana Miyuki said was right, but what was even more sad was that he was really about to give up just as Tachibana Miyuki said.
However, rather than losing the first round under the leadership of Tachibana Miyuki, Natsume Yuikawa wanted to launch a final fight, at least to let Tachibana Miyuki experience his own strength.
His fingers were supported on the bed and moved restlessly a few times, but this time he moved under the guidance of Natsume Weichuan's consciousness. He suddenly held Tachibana Miyuki's head and sat up a little at the same time.
"What are you doing? Lie down."
When Tachibana Miyuki noticed Natsume Yuikawa's actions, she immediately glared at him sternly and tried to stop him, but it is hard to say whether this would work under normal circumstances, let alone now when no clear sound could be made.
Natsume Yuikawa had no intention of stopping at all. He quickly sat up and looked down at Tachibana Miyuki. He combed her messy long hair into smoothness and guided her movements.
At the beginning, it was still as slow as when Tachibana Miyuki was in the lead, but if you observe carefully, you can feel that each action is a little faster than the previous one.
Tachibana Miyuki could still barely cope with it, but after just a few minutes, she was too busy to do anything and could only hold on to Natsume Yuikawa's legs to keep her balance. As for the rest of her body, she was not so lucky and seemed to have lost consciousness and was at Natsume Yuikawa's disposal.
The dark sky suddenly flashed with light. After a while, there was a rumble of thunder, followed by the sound of dripping rain. The dense raindrops hit the glass window, casting a hazy filter on the scenery outside the window, as if entering a dream.
After entering the summer, in addition to the usual sultry weather, another unbearable thing is the unpredictable weather. When you walk on the road in broad daylight, the sun seems to be about to dry you into jerky, and at night, it rains without warning, catching you off guard.
However, perhaps this unpredictable attitude is precisely the charm of summer.
"Ugh cough cough."
With tears in her eyes, Miyuki Tachibana covered her mouth and coughed violently, her fair face turning completely red. After she finally felt her breathing become smoother, she clenched her fists and hit Natsume Yuikawa hard.
It’s not like we haven’t fought before, but back then it was just for fun and to satisfy our emotions. This time, we really used all our strength.
"It hurts."
Natsume Yuikawa arched his back in pain, and quickly stopped Tachibana Miyuki's hand, begging for mercy, "If you hit me a few more times, I'll be beaten to death."
"Humph, you want to die? I won't let you go so easily."
Tachibana Miyuki glared at Natsume Yuikawa fiercely again and said, "If I can't hit you on the body, then I'll hit your hand."
After clapping, a crisp sound rang out in the room. Seeing Natsume Yuikawa rubbing the back of his hand again, Tachibana Miyuki pursed her lips, and this time she finally let go of her shock and anger, and said:
"I told you not to listen to me, now you know it hurts. I told you, I just hit you, it's good that I didn't bite you directly just now."
Halfway through her speech, Tachibana Miyuki felt the muscles in her jaw go numb. She raised her hand and touched it, and found that there was a crystal silk thread hanging between her fingers. The resentment that had just dissipated seemed to begin to condense again, and she glared at Natsume Yuikawa again.
"Hey, Sister Miyuki, don't move. I'll help you wipe it."
Natsume Weichuan hurriedly pressed Tachibana Miyuki's shoulders, while stretching his other hand to reach the bedside table.
After taking the tissue, he carefully wiped Tachibana Miyuki's lips, then opened his eyes wide and searched everywhere else inch by inch, finally cleaning up the splashes that had just occurred.
"All right."
Natsume Weichuan crumpled the tissue into a ball and threw it into the trash can. When he came back, he saw Tachibana Miyuki still looking at him, and his heart skipped a beat.
Is he really angry?
Natsume Yuikawa began to reflect on whether he had really gone too far just now, but at this moment, he heard Tachibana Miyuki let out a long sigh.
"What am I supposed to do with you?"
Tachibana Miyuki spoke to herself, shook her head, and looked at Natsume Yuikawa with eyes full of complex and incomprehensible meanings.
"I'm sorry, Sister Miyuki, I seem to have forgotten myself for a moment. If you are disgusted by this in the future, I will not do this again in the future."
Natsume Yuikawa couldn't tell the difference for a moment, so he took the worst possible approach and bowed his head to apologize to Tachibana Miyuki.
However.
Tachibana Miyuki shook her head again.
"You misunderstood Weichuan. I don't mean to blame you. Why am I not angry with you at all even though you are like this?"
Tachibana Miyuki spoke out the question that had been bothering her, and before Natsume Yuikawa joined the ranks of those exploring this question, a relieved smile appeared on her graceful and charming face, and she gently embraced Natsume Yuikawa.
"In the past, I have always been so strict in pursuing the absolute order between seniors and juniors. Perhaps it was all influenced by the surrounding environment and was not my true intention at all. Thank you, Weichuan, for helping me recognize my true self."
Tachibana Miyuki spoke softly in Natsume Yuikawa's ear, patted him lightly on the back, then let him go and combed the long hair that fell in front of her behind her ears.
Her warm eyes, stained with drops of hot tears, blinked and seemed to turn into bright stars. Tachibana Miyuki smiled. The light of the bedroom shone behind her, sprinkling a holy light on the outline of her body, as if an angel had descended.
The sudden change surprised Natsume Yuikawa at first, but soon turned it into a surprised smile. He held Tachibana Miyuki's hand tightly with his backhand.
Take the initiative.
It turns out that he has such an understanding. All along, he thought that as long as he swapped the positions in his relationship with Tachibana Miyuki, he would be able to succeed. However, is the fact that Miyuki Tachibana has found her true pursuit?
(End of this chapter)
As if she had noticed Natsume Yuikawa's gaze, Tachibana Miyuki raised the corners of her mouth slightly. She deliberately raised her bright white long legs, switching the positions of her left and right legs and crossing them over.
During the process, the fresh petals were able to come into contact with the sunlight again, and then hid in the cracks in an instant. Natsume Weichuan looked back at the beautiful scenery that remained on his retina, and for a moment he was stunned where he was.
Taking in all the changes in Natsume Yuikawa's gaze, Tachibana Miyuki's smile grew more smug. She lowered her long eyelashes and said in a feigned resentful tone:
"You took so long to take a shower that I had to wait here for so long. I almost thought you were scared and took the opportunity to slip away."
Natsume Weichuan recovered from his brief daze and explained with a smile, "How could that be? I was just worried that it wouldn't be clean enough and would affect Sister Miyuki's experience."
"Oh?"
Tachibana Miyuki blinked in surprise, then stretched out her arms, opened her broad heart full of love and dreams to Natsume Yuikawa, and said in a tactful tone:
"It turns out that Weichuan is ready to turn over a new leaf and become a good, obedient and sensible child. Come, let your sister hug you."
Seeing Tachibana Miyuki's fiddling, Natsume Weichuan couldn't bear it anymore and quickly took a few steps forward. As soon as he got close to the bed, he couldn't wait to pounce on her.
It didn't look like he was about to throw himself into Tachibana Miyuki's embrace, but more like a predator pouncing on its prey. Once he succeeded, he would tear her to pieces and devour her greedily in the next second.
However, Tachibana Miyuki did not sit there like a prey waiting to be killed and let Natsume Yuikawa do whatever she wanted. The latter simply tore off her bath towel and then was held in her warm and soft arms.
"Hey, this isn't the first or second time, why are you still so anxious?"
Tachibana Miyuki gently rubbed Natsume Yuikawa's head, her skin flushed unnaturally, and she felt the latter biting her. She tilted her face back, showing the graceful curve of her swan-like neck, and said with emotion:
"Don't use your teeth, it hurts."
"Ok."
Natsume Yuikawa agreed vaguely, but found it difficult for Tachibana Miyuki to hear him clearly at this time, and then nodded.
But this was obviously an unnecessary worry. Tachibana Miyuki quickly received the message transmitted from her nerves. She hugged Natsume Yuikawa tightly. Her beautiful eyes were no longer as sharp and clear as usual. In the misty fog, she was filled with an intoxicated look.
"Yes, that's right. Don't be anxious. These all belong to you, Weichuan. No one can snatch them from you." Tachibana Miyuki said softly.
Natsume Weichuan didn't feel anything at first, but as time went by, the oxygen in his lungs was used up, and he found it difficult to breathe and began to struggle.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Unexpectedly, when he used only a little strength to remind her, Tachibana Miyuki seemed not to notice it at all. There was no way, Natsume Yuikawa had to use more strength, and then he slowly opened her eager chest.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Tachibana Miyuki's eyes regained some clarity and she looked at Natsume Yuikawa in confusion.
"Cough cough."
Natsume Weichuan coughed and greedily breathed in the fresh air. Feeling relieved from the lack of oxygen, he spoke: "Sister Miyuki, how dare you say that? If I had come out any later, I would have been suffocated to death by you."
"Eh?"
Tachibana Miyuki let out a light exclamation, and when she saw Natsume Yuikawa's pale face slowly recovering with his breathing, she realized what was happening. She blushed in embarrassment and tried to make excuses for herself, "I didn't notice, and you didn't let go either."
This is indeed true.
Natsume Weichuan couldn't turn his face away from Miyuki, so he took the initiative to change the subject and said, "Miyuki, do you feel comfortable too? After all, you are so devoted."
"Yes."
With such a close relationship with Natsume Weichuan, Tachibana Miyuki didn't feel embarrassed to admit such a thing. She nodded, "And it's not just physically. Seeing how Weichuan cherishes you, I feel inexplicably happy in my heart. I really want to crush you like this."
"Sister Miyuki was almost successful just now, but I'm afraid my life will be gone." Natsume Weichuan said jokingly.
If things really develop in that direction, I might become a celebrity for a while. I don't know whether I should be happy or sad.
"Aren't you going to stop talking about that?"
Tachibana Miyuki poked Natsume Yuikawa in annoyance, then grabbed his shoulder and said, "Humph, you always have to scold me when you think of me like this. I won't talk nonsense with you anymore. Lie down quickly. I want to get down to business."
Natsume Weichuan half-lay down in the direction of Tachibana Miyuki's arm. He already knew what was going to happen next, and at this time he just looked at Tachibana Miyuki quietly.
After the long brown hair was blown dry, it was not tied into a neat braid as usual. Instead, it was allowed to hang freely. Then she bent over and let it fall down like a waterfall.
Some hair tips gently brushed back and forth on Natsume Yuikawa's skin, causing an itch in his limbs and bones, as if stimulating the emotions hidden in his heart in this way.
However, compared with Tachibana Miyuki's current actions, these could not divert Natsume Yuikawa's attention at all. His eyes were fixed on Tachibana Miyuki's slightly open rosy lips.
The warm breath and the temperature that came over in an instant made Natsume Weichuan tense all the muscles in his body. He swallowed dryly and felt like fire was coming out of his throat.
"Hurry up, hurry up."
There was a voice in his heart urging him impatiently, and Natsume Yuikawa's fingers moved uncontrollably, as if if his consciousness relaxed a little, he would lift them up and roughly hold Tachibana Miyuki's head and press it down.
"Haha, can't you wait?"
Seeing Natsume Yuikawa moving restlessly below, a sly smile appeared on Tachibana Miyuki's face. She licked her lips and whispered, "Remember what I told you? Today, it's orange flavored, haha."
"Well"
Natsume Weichuan clenched his fingers into fists, and then loosened them with a slight tremor. After experiencing Tachibana Miyuki's deliberate delay before, he felt as if his soul was being sucked out by Tachibana Miyuki's actions when he accepted such a gentle embrace.
Although the movements were quite light, the strange thing was that the surface of the skin felt as if it was pricked by tiny needles, and the pain was mixed with a slight itchiness, making Natsume Weichuan float between two completely different feelings, as if his consciousness no longer belonged to him.
"Huh, I knew it. You can't bear it after just a few hits. Weichuan, you're still far from it."
Tachibana Miyuki glanced at Natsume Yuikawa and said during the breath break, "This is all because you, Sister Miyuki, used the help of props. According to the rules, it is a foul and cannot be recorded in the victory or defeat." Natsume Yuikawa also cherished this rare moment of relaxation and argued.
"Rules, what rules?"
Tachibana Miyuki cast a mocking look at Natsume Yuikawa, then slowly leaned down, "I only know that whoever can't stand it first will be the real loser, haha."
Natsume Yuikawa knew that what Tachibana Miyuki said was right, but what was even more sad was that he was really about to give up just as Tachibana Miyuki said.
However, rather than losing the first round under the leadership of Tachibana Miyuki, Natsume Yuikawa wanted to launch a final fight, at least to let Tachibana Miyuki experience his own strength.
His fingers were supported on the bed and moved restlessly a few times, but this time he moved under the guidance of Natsume Weichuan's consciousness. He suddenly held Tachibana Miyuki's head and sat up a little at the same time.
"What are you doing? Lie down."
When Tachibana Miyuki noticed Natsume Yuikawa's actions, she immediately glared at him sternly and tried to stop him, but it is hard to say whether this would work under normal circumstances, let alone now when no clear sound could be made.
Natsume Yuikawa had no intention of stopping at all. He quickly sat up and looked down at Tachibana Miyuki. He combed her messy long hair into smoothness and guided her movements.
At the beginning, it was still as slow as when Tachibana Miyuki was in the lead, but if you observe carefully, you can feel that each action is a little faster than the previous one.
Tachibana Miyuki could still barely cope with it, but after just a few minutes, she was too busy to do anything and could only hold on to Natsume Yuikawa's legs to keep her balance. As for the rest of her body, she was not so lucky and seemed to have lost consciousness and was at Natsume Yuikawa's disposal.
The dark sky suddenly flashed with light. After a while, there was a rumble of thunder, followed by the sound of dripping rain. The dense raindrops hit the glass window, casting a hazy filter on the scenery outside the window, as if entering a dream.
After entering the summer, in addition to the usual sultry weather, another unbearable thing is the unpredictable weather. When you walk on the road in broad daylight, the sun seems to be about to dry you into jerky, and at night, it rains without warning, catching you off guard.
However, perhaps this unpredictable attitude is precisely the charm of summer.
"Ugh cough cough."
With tears in her eyes, Miyuki Tachibana covered her mouth and coughed violently, her fair face turning completely red. After she finally felt her breathing become smoother, she clenched her fists and hit Natsume Yuikawa hard.
It’s not like we haven’t fought before, but back then it was just for fun and to satisfy our emotions. This time, we really used all our strength.
"It hurts."
Natsume Yuikawa arched his back in pain, and quickly stopped Tachibana Miyuki's hand, begging for mercy, "If you hit me a few more times, I'll be beaten to death."
"Humph, you want to die? I won't let you go so easily."
Tachibana Miyuki glared at Natsume Yuikawa fiercely again and said, "If I can't hit you on the body, then I'll hit your hand."
After clapping, a crisp sound rang out in the room. Seeing Natsume Yuikawa rubbing the back of his hand again, Tachibana Miyuki pursed her lips, and this time she finally let go of her shock and anger, and said:
"I told you not to listen to me, now you know it hurts. I told you, I just hit you, it's good that I didn't bite you directly just now."
Halfway through her speech, Tachibana Miyuki felt the muscles in her jaw go numb. She raised her hand and touched it, and found that there was a crystal silk thread hanging between her fingers. The resentment that had just dissipated seemed to begin to condense again, and she glared at Natsume Yuikawa again.
"Hey, Sister Miyuki, don't move. I'll help you wipe it."
Natsume Weichuan hurriedly pressed Tachibana Miyuki's shoulders, while stretching his other hand to reach the bedside table.
After taking the tissue, he carefully wiped Tachibana Miyuki's lips, then opened his eyes wide and searched everywhere else inch by inch, finally cleaning up the splashes that had just occurred.
"All right."
Natsume Weichuan crumpled the tissue into a ball and threw it into the trash can. When he came back, he saw Tachibana Miyuki still looking at him, and his heart skipped a beat.
Is he really angry?
Natsume Yuikawa began to reflect on whether he had really gone too far just now, but at this moment, he heard Tachibana Miyuki let out a long sigh.
"What am I supposed to do with you?"
Tachibana Miyuki spoke to herself, shook her head, and looked at Natsume Yuikawa with eyes full of complex and incomprehensible meanings.
"I'm sorry, Sister Miyuki, I seem to have forgotten myself for a moment. If you are disgusted by this in the future, I will not do this again in the future."
Natsume Yuikawa couldn't tell the difference for a moment, so he took the worst possible approach and bowed his head to apologize to Tachibana Miyuki.
However.
Tachibana Miyuki shook her head again.
"You misunderstood Weichuan. I don't mean to blame you. Why am I not angry with you at all even though you are like this?"
Tachibana Miyuki spoke out the question that had been bothering her, and before Natsume Yuikawa joined the ranks of those exploring this question, a relieved smile appeared on her graceful and charming face, and she gently embraced Natsume Yuikawa.
"In the past, I have always been so strict in pursuing the absolute order between seniors and juniors. Perhaps it was all influenced by the surrounding environment and was not my true intention at all. Thank you, Weichuan, for helping me recognize my true self."
Tachibana Miyuki spoke softly in Natsume Yuikawa's ear, patted him lightly on the back, then let him go and combed the long hair that fell in front of her behind her ears.
Her warm eyes, stained with drops of hot tears, blinked and seemed to turn into bright stars. Tachibana Miyuki smiled. The light of the bedroom shone behind her, sprinkling a holy light on the outline of her body, as if an angel had descended.
The sudden change surprised Natsume Yuikawa at first, but soon turned it into a surprised smile. He held Tachibana Miyuki's hand tightly with his backhand.
Take the initiative.
It turns out that he has such an understanding. All along, he thought that as long as he swapped the positions in his relationship with Tachibana Miyuki, he would be able to succeed. However, is the fact that Miyuki Tachibana has found her true pursuit?
(End of this chapter)
