I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 207 - 108. Playing tennis, washing hands, and then... Fujiwara Lin Ye fell into a desperate situation (10,000 words)
Chapter 207: 108. Playing tennis, washing hands, and then... Fujiwara Lin Ye fell into a desperate situation (10,000 words)
The changing room at the tennis court.
Fujiwara Reya wasn’t quite sure why he ended up here so unexpectedly.
Maybe his junior dragged him in, or maybe he wanted to follow her in. Either way, watching his junior change wasn’t a bad thing, and he didn’t mind.
"Senpai!"
Kasahara Asuka was sitting on a chair in a pure white dress, looking at him while swinging her legs.
"What’s up?" Fujiwara Reya glanced at her.
"Come over here next to Asuka." Kasahara Asuka patted the empty spot beside her and then raised the heel of her shoe up.
The line of her calf, wrapped in white pantyhose, was clearly displayed before Reya’s eyes.
Through the lifted hem of her skirt, the T-shaped crotch of her pantyhose was vaguely visible, along with the black lace thigh band, super seductive.
Fujiwara Reya glanced a few times, then shifted his gaze, coincidentally meeting his junior’s eyes.
Kasahara Asuka tilted her head, as if asking, "What’s wrong?". Of course, Fujiwara Reya wouldn’t admit that he was captivated by the contrast between her alluring charm and her innocent look, so he silently shook his head.
"Come and help Asuka change her shoes." She coquettishly demanded.
Fujiwara Reya looked around, confirming that the changing room was empty, before walking over to her. Just as he sat down, her perfectly slender legs, wrapped in white stockings, stretched over, tightly resting on his lap.
"..."
Fujiwara Reya looked down.
At that moment, she looked like a petite, delicate, sweet little girl.
Her tender cheeks had a slight plumpness, and her rosy little lips were pursed slightly from nervousness, gleaming attractively under the light.
"I don’t get it..." Fujiwara Reya hooked his finger into her high heel, slowly removing it, "Obviously you’re nervous and shy too, so why insist on making me do this?"
Kasahara Asuka rightfully answered, "To get used to intimate interactions with senpai."
"Quite a sacrifice." Fujiwara Reya remarked, after removing her high heel, holding her ankle. The warmth and elasticity of her legs, paired with the smoothness of the stockings, felt particularly pleasant to the touch.
"Wah~"
Kasahara Asuka suddenly cried out.
Laying sideways on the bench, her lips, as enticing as crystal, were slightly open, making one imagine as she murmured, "No..."
Fujiwara Reya obediently let go, and her legs immediately kicked out, her face flushed as she turned and glared at him: "Hurry up!"
"Do it yourself!"
Reluctantly, Fujiwara Reya let go of her legs and resolutely walked out of the changing room.
"Pfft~" Kasahara Asuka made a funny face at his back, then mischievously smiled... During the tennis game, there would be plenty of chances to tease this wooden head, surely he’d feel something!
Strolling around the changing room, Fujiwara Reya came to the reserved court, sitting cross-legged on the ground, swinging his tennis racket.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Next door on the tennis court, the sound of racquet hits and people’s shouts kept coming.
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After a while, dressed in brand-new tennis wear with bare legs, Kasahara Asuka walked onto the court—her leg and ankle bands still on, the black lace accentuating the smooth and fine skin on her thighs, creating a strong visual disturbance.
Fujiwara Reya suspected this was his junior’s insidious ploy to distract him.
"Senpai, what do you think?" Kasahara Asuka gently lifted her right leg, resting it on her left knee, intentionally showing him the thigh band in the middle of her right thigh.
Staring at her tender thighs and the suggestive thigh band, Fujiwara Reya stood up.
"Junior, you’re wonderful!"
"Senpai, you must control yourself."
"I will." Fujiwara Reya nodded contentedly.
"Don’t get distracted." Kasahara Asuka giggled, raising her racket towards his face, "The loser has to accept a punishment!"
Fujiwara Reya walked to the opposite side of the net: "What shall we bet on?"
"The loser has to kiss me!"
"...Can you come up with a normal idea!"
"Then if you win, you can kiss me."
"What’s the difference?"
"One is a punishment, the other is a reward!"
"Both are clearly rewards!"
"That’s settled then!"
"Let’s talk about this after I win." Fujiwara Reya bounced the tennis ball on the ground, then tossed it overhead, swinging his racket hard, sending the ball flying to the other side.
"Hey!"
Kasahara Asuka called out sweetly, easily sending the ball back to the opposite left side.
On the far right of the tennis court, Fujiwara Reya accurately intercepted the tricky angled shot, swinging backhand, the tennis ball skillfully heading towards Kasahara Asuka’s forehand side.
The next second, with a "hey", his junior returned the ball again, seeming well-practiced.
The friction between the tennis shoes and the floor made a "squeak" sound, as the skirt, short enough to reach the middle of her thighs, continuously swayed with the airflow, the tender skin underneath occasionally leaving itself completely exposed in Fujiwara Reya’s view.
No safety shorts!
Fujiwara Reya tried to control his gaze.
Watch the tennis, not under the skirt, or else he would be a perverted gentleman!
Just as he was thinking this, a strange light suddenly flashed in Kasahara Asuka’s eyes. She fixed her gaze on the small tennis ball flying through the air, stepping forward, jumping high, and swinging her racket down with a fierce smash.
"Take that!"
The green rubber floor, yellow tennis ball, his junior’s orange tennis skirt, and the light blue seen when her skirt fluttered up as she landed... even Newton himself could rest in peace.
The tennis ball headed straight downward, going out of bounds.
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