I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 225 - 112. From couples’ tea seats to lingerie stores, the final loser... turns out to be the senior sister! (10,000 words achieved)_2
Chapter 225: 112. From couples’ tea seats to lingerie stores, the final loser... turns out to be the senior sister! (10,000 words achieved)_2
"No, not at all!" Fujiwara Reya shook his head straight away, "I don’t have any opinions at all!"
"Haha, of course, I knew you’d answer like that..." Natsuki Kuri laughed heartily.
Her queen-like appearance and demeanor caught the attention of people waiting at the red light, yet she was oblivious to their glances, still whispering intimately to Fujiwara Reya.
"You’re still sticking to your ’three no’s’ principle, aren’t you?"
"..."
Fujiwara Reya’s old face turned a bit red.
Folks, don’t get the wrong idea, this ’three no’s’ principle is not about not being proactive, not refusing, and not taking responsibility. It’s a notch higher with principles of not owning, not creating, and not demanding.
Not owning means not owning hope.
As long as you date with the mindset that eventually you’ll break up, you’ll never lose or panic.
Not creating means never actively creating opportunities for soul communication when together, always keeping your little secrets in front of your partner.
Not demanding is even easier to understand.
It means not making any demands of your partner, and your partner should not make any demands of you.
This is the advanced version of the "scumbag three no’s principles," uniquely created by Fujiwara Reya. He taught this to Natsuki Kuri, and then... Natsuki Kuri improved it into the "scum girl three no’s principles" and used it against him.
Now, Natsuki Kuri doesn’t have any hopes for him, isn’t emotionally involved with him, and doesn’t make demands of him. She just teases him from a visible distance, comes closer when he leaves, and suddenly escapes somewhere else when he approaches.
Anyway, she’s captured the essence of the phrase "the unattainable is always in a stir."
But this isn’t bad.
In Fujiwara Reya’s view, his little aunt is such a unique and lively woman.
Their final outcome, either he eats or is eaten, leads to the same result, it’s just about who takes the higher ground in the relationship.
Amid the sound of cars passing by, Natsuki Kuri moved a little away from him, held his hand tightly, and said with a charming smile, "I’ve admired you ever since I was little, if possible, I want to always be a silly girl in front of you."
After speaking, the red light turned green, and she let go of Fujiwara Reya’s hand and ran to Kasahara Fumi.
"Fukaeri, let’s go buy clothes."
"Sure," Kasahara Fumi replied.
"That’s the spirit." Natsuki Kuri laughed cheerfully, "By the way, do you have any interest in handcuff games?"
"I think not." Kasahara Fumi shook her head.
Handcuff games?
What on earth was that, she had never heard of it before.
"Oh, that’s a pity," Natsuki Kuri said regretfully, then asked, "Do you have handcuffs on you?"
"Nope."
"What a letdown, remember to bring them out next time."
Following behind the three women, Fujiwara Reya gazed at the two earrings lying in his palm, lost in thought.
A couple’s set of earrings, both with cat heads, each about half a fingernail in size. The male’s was a bow tie cat, and the female’s a ribbon cat, looking very cute.
Alas...
He could no longer figure out what this woman was thinking.
Fujiwara Reya inserted his hands into his pockets and looked up at the treetops of the greenery, sighing.
The eastern sky was azure, the western sky was crimson, and the gorgeous sunset was shining overhead; it was a fine evening in late June.
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Walking forward all the way, passing a row of newly built apartments, houses, and restaurants, Natsuki Kuri led the group into a women’s underwear store.
The underwear store thoughtfully set up a men’s rest area at the counter, where a group of men accompanying their wives or girlfriends waited bored, with Brown Bear outfits and headgear placed on the ground, probably used by lazy employees.
However, as Fujiwara Reya walked toward it, Natsuki Kuri grabbed him.
"Come here and help me pick something out!" she said as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Fujiwara Reya lamented, "I’ll be seen as a pervert."
"Hey, you!" Natsuki Kuri casually looked at a female customer, asking, "Does he look like a pervert to you?"
The woman looked up, her gaze sliding over his long legs, firm chest, and sexy lips, and said, swallowing, "Even if he is a pervert, someone this handsome can be forgiven."
Alright then!
An impeccable argument.
Fujiwara Reya followed the three women, keeping his head down, not daring to lift it.
Cotton, silk, bamboo fiber, modal cotton; 3/4 cup, full cup, 1/2 cup, triangle cup; regular, strapless, front closure/sexy back, sexy open front... there were so many choices, it made one’s head spin.
Fujiwara Reya has always been an eager learner.
After the initial awkwardness passed, he began considering in his mind which material would be more comfortable, which cup shape would enhance the bust, and which style would be more alluring. But no matter how much he thought, it was just speculation. As a meticulous person, he believed someone should have tried them all to reach a final conclusion.
"Fukaeri, do you want to try this one?"
"Strapless ones aren’t breathable."
"Which do you prefer?"
"I’m used to wearing sexy back ones."
"Here, compare, how about this one of mine..."
Fujiwara Reya looked up ahead, and saw Natsuki Kuri holding a black bra against herself, the kind with shoulder straps. Her figure was already excellent, looking like a voluptuous woman from a mature manga, and for a moment, most of the customers in the store turned their heads towards her.
"Would a B cup be a bit small?" Kasahara Fumi asked.
"Excuse me," Natsuki Kuri called to a nearby store clerk, "Could you please get us two sets of D cups in this style, we want to try them on."
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