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"You, you, you..."
At the bathroom door.
Juju, who was wiping her hair with a towel, widened her eyes, her small face quickly flushing red.
"I'm home."
Amamiya Natsuki greeted her, his gaze falling on Juju's tender body, fresh out of the bath, feeling no impulse within him.
No wonder she was often mistaken for an elementary school student. Her height, only reaching a normal person's chest, and her almost flat figure, clearly indicated an undeveloped elementary school student.
"Ah ah ah!"
Juju finally came to her senses, quickly covered her body with the towel, glared at Amamiya Natsuki with a mix of shame and anger, and turned to run back into the bathroom.
However, the water vapor on the bathroom floor had not yet been cleaned, making it wet and slippery. Juju, rushing around, inevitably slipped and fell to her knees with a thud.
Amamiya Natsuki had just closed the door. Seeing this scene, his gaze involuntarily slid downwards.
Sure enough.
Juju's hair wasn't the only pink thing.
"It, it hurts..."
Juju bit her lower lip, knelt on the ground, and turned to look at him with teary eyes.
"If you know it hurts, don't run around in the bathroom."
Amamiya Natsuki put down his backpack and umbrella, took two steps to Juju's side, and reached out to pull Juju up.
"My knees hurt so much."
Juju's eyes welled up with tears, and she instinctively sought help from Amamiya Natsuki.
Amamiya Natsuki looked down, his brows slightly furrowed.
A bruise had already appeared on both knees; it seemed she had fallen hard.
Thinking of this, Amamiya Natsuki reached out and pulled the towel from Juju's hand.
"You, what are you doing?"
Juju immediately panicked, quickly covered her body with her hands, her small face flushed, and she glared at him with embarrassment.
Amamiya Natsuki held the towel: "First, dry your body."
"I can dry myself!" Juju shouted, "I don't need your help!"
"Don't move," Amamiya Natsuki said with a stern face, "It's just the two of us in the house right now. If you don't want to get pregnant, then be good and don't move around."
"Die!"
Wouldn't not moving and not resisting be the way to get pregnant?!
"So," Amamiya Natsuki's tone was subtle, "What exactly were you doing? Why were you secretly taking a bath by yourself?"
"How dare you ask," Juju was furious, biting her lower lip in grievance, "Didn't you tell me to walk the dog in the park?"
Amamiya Natsuki asked, puzzled:
"What does walking the dog have to do with you taking a bath?"
"Of course it does," Juju's tone was resentful, "Not long after I took the dog to the park, it started raining again. I was about to go back when your dog suddenly wanted to chase another dog. I was holding an umbrella at the time and wasn't paying attention. Wang-chan tripped me, and my clothes were covered in mud… So annoying!"
"I see," Amamiya Natsuki turned to look at the silly dog sticking its tongue out not far away, "Don't be angry. Tonight, we'll have dog meat hotpot."
Juju was so angry that she clenched her small fists and hit Amamiya Natsuki's shoulder twice: "I would never eat such a thing!"
"Since it tripped my Juju, we must eat it."
"Bah, eating you is more like it."
Juju snorted lightly, her inner grievance quickly dissipating by more than half, and she couldn't help but say:
"You said you wouldn't be back until after five o'clock. It's only half past four now, isn't it?"
If she had known Amamiya Natsuki would come back early, she would not have walked out of the bathroom so unguarded.
Now that she had been seen, she regretted it immensely.
"Plans don't always go as expected. There were some unexpected incidents along the way, so I came back early," Amamiya Natsuki helped dry Juju's body, "Can you walk by yourself?"
"Yes."
Juju lifted her small face and leaned on the door, ready to come out. As soon as she took a step, her slender eyebrows furrowed.
Seeing Amamiya Natsuki looking at her, Juju bit her lower lip and continued to walk out stubbornly.
Amamiya Natsuki said from the side:
"Juju, may I hold you?"
"No."
"What if I do hold you?"
"Of course, I'd call the police."
"Then I'm not afraid."
"…"
Amamiya Natsuki reached out and picked Juju up by the waist.
"Don't hold me, put me down quickly," Juju's small face flushed, and she wanted to resist.
"Don't move around, or I might turn into a beast."
"Die!"
Carrying Juju to the living room, Amamiya Natsuki placed Juju on the sofa: "Want to wear my shirt first?"
"No," Juju's small face was flushed, and she turned her face away, saying, "I have sportswear in my backpack; I can wear it temporarily."
Amamiya Natsuki handed Juju her backpack: "Since you have clothes, why didn't you just take them into the bathroom to wear?"
"When I came back, I was still dripping with rain, and I didn't want to go into the living room," Juju's pink cheeks puffed out, and the more she thought about it, the angrier she got, "If you had kept your word and not come back early, nothing would have happened."
"It's all my fault, Juju, please forgive me."
"It was your fault to begin with."
"…"
Taking out her sportswear from her backpack, Juju shooed Amamiya Natsuki away and quickly put on her clothes.
The sportswear style was uniform across the country: a white shirt with red shorts. Her two snow-white short legs were curled in the air. Although it was a very ordinary color combination, Juju looked charmingly cute in it, giving a refreshing feeling.
A cute girl is still cute even if she puts on a sack.
"Take off your slippers."
Amamiya Natsuki sat down beside Juju.
"What are you doing?" Juju looked over, puzzled.
"I'm going to check your knees."
"Oh."
Juju kicked off her slippers with two soft thuds. It must have pulled at her injury, as her eyebrows couldn't help but furrow.
"Put your feet over here."
Amamiya Natsuki patted his thigh.
"Mmm…"
Juju pursed her pink lips and moved her legs over.
Amamiya Natsuki's gaze shifted downwards, first landing on Juju's small feet.
Both feet were delicate and exquisite, barely fitting in one's hand. The skin was snow-white and smooth, crystal clear and fair, with only faint bluish veins visible. At first glance, they looked like natural beautiful jade.
Juju awkwardly shifted her body, settled back on the sofa, hugged a pillow with both hands, and unceremoniously placed her feet on Amamiya Natsuki's thighs.
"Let me see your knees," Amamiya Natsuki held Juju's ankle and carefully examined the girl's knees, "It's fine, no broken skin, just swollen."
"And there's a serious bruise," Juju puffed out her pink cheeks and snorted twice, "If Mom sees it, she'll definitely be suspicious."
"You can tell on me," Amamiya Natsuki said seriously, "I'll take responsibility."
"I don't need you to take responsibility!"
Amamiya Natsuki casually turned on the TV, got up to get the home first-aid kit, found a bottle of ointment for bruises and sprains, rubbed it in his palm, and then began to apply it to Juju's knees.
It hurt a little at first, but as the analgesic effect of the medicine took hold, Juju's slightly furrowed eyebrows subtly relaxed.
"That's about it."
Amamiya Natsuki finished applying the medicine and casually held Juju's jade-like foot.
"What are you doing?"
Juju's body trembled, and she instinctively tried to struggle.
Some girls have very sensitive feet, and Juju happened to be one of them.
"Don't move," Amamiya Natsuki's face showed a surprised expression, "I've made an unexpected discovery."
"What discovery?"
"Your feet can also satisfy the conditions for the Paste skill," Amamiya Natsuki mused, "That's right, the skill description only says it requires physical contact and doesn't specify it must be holding hands. Holding a foot also counts as physical contact."
"You, don't say it," Juju's voice trembled slightly, "Using my feet feels so strange. Let's just hold hands."
Amamiya Natsuki looked up: "Juju didn't wash her feet when she showered?"
"Of course I did!"
"Then there's no problem," Amamiya Natsuki said casually, "Evil Spirit Banishing has already started pasting to you. If we disconnect now, we'll have to start over. Let's just use your feet today."
"…"
Juju bit her lower lip and turned her head to look at the TV.
If it's by foot, then it's by foot. It's only five minutes; it'll be over soon!
During the time after school in the afternoon, many TV stations broadcast children's anime. At this moment, a Magical Girl anime was playing on TV.
Juju watched with great interest, as she was a Magical Girl enthusiast after all.
Amamiya Natsuki had no interest and his attention quickly fell on Juju's small feet.
Her small feet were delicate and cute, easily held in one hand, snow-white with a hint of pink. Her pink toes were slender and adorable, neatly arranged, and occasionally moved restlessly, seemingly exuding a strange appetite that made one want to take a bite.
Amamiya Natsuki gently kneaded, feeling only softness and slenderness, a clear difference from holding hands, and the sensation seemed even better.
Before long, Amamiya Natsuki saw the girl's five pink toes tightly curled together, and her breathing quietly quickened.
Amamiya Natsuki looked up and saw Juju still maintaining her posture of turning her head to watch TV. Her small face had inexplicably flushed, and her earlobes and neck were clearly tinged with crimson.
Hey, hey, you just squeezed her feet a couple of times. Isn't your reaction a bit too much?
You weren't even this red when I bumped into you at the bathroom door earlier.
Amamiya Natsuki quickly guessed the truth.
Looking at the small feet in his hand, he quietly changed from holding them to playfully fondling them.
Juju's breathing grew more and more rapid, and the flush on her face increased. Finally, she could no longer bear it, turned her head, and glared at him with embarrassment and anger: "You need to know when to stop!"
"What's wrong?"
Amamiya Natsuki's expression was innocent, and his finger gently tickled Juju's sole.
"Ah…"
A soft, trembling moan escaped her lips.
Juju covered her pink lips with the back of her hand and looked at him with embarrassment: "You're asking me what I'm doing? It should be me asking you."
Amamiya Natsuki said righteously:
"I'm pasting the skill to you."
"That's enough. Use your hand," Juju kicked her other short leg over, "Let go of my foot."
"Two more minutes," Amamiya Natsuki didn't let go, "Just bear with it a little longer."
"I've reached my limit… Ah!"
A tempting tremor escaped her lips again.
Juju was overwhelmed with shame, her small chest heaving, wanting to bite him: "You, you did it again?!"
"Foot massage is a legitimate massage service," Amamiya Natsuki sighed, "I'm providing free massage service right now, and you're still kicking me. Indeed, things easily obtained are not cherished, are they?"
Juju: "…Die!"
Two minutes later.
The skill pasting was complete.
Juju's pink lips were slightly parted, her breathing rapid. The moment Amamiya Natsuki let go, she quickly knelt up and hid her feet beneath her.
Amamiya Natsuki clapped his hands and stood up: "Are your clothes in the bathroom?"
"Mmm…" Juju responded with a soft, nasal sound, then quickly reacted, "You don't need to wash them, I'll wash my own clothes."
Amamiya Natsuki said:
"I'll go throw the clothes into the washing machine. It's simple and convenient."
"I'll go myself," Juju quickly got up, but her legs were weak, and she almost lost her balance, "My underwear is still in the bathroom."
"Put them down, I wouldn't stoop to touching an elementary school student's underwear."
"Die!"
"..."
Juju-sama still didn't ask for help and washed her underwear herself.
"It's still raining outside, so the clothes definitely won't dry," Amamiya Natsuki suggested. "I'll go to the laundromat and dry them."
Juju-sama hesitated slightly, then said softly, "I'll go myself."
Laundromats are found everywhere in Japan, partly because they are cheap and convenient, and partly because their drying function is very useful, especially during the rainy season.
Amamiya Natsuki said, "You're only wearing a shirt. What if you catch a cold outside?"
"I'm not that fragile, okay?"
"That won't do either." Amamiya Natsuki's gaze dropped to Juju-sama's red shorts. "You're not wearing any panties."
"..."
Juju-sama's small face quickly flushed red, as if she wanted to bite him.
"Anyway, you stay home and behave." Amamiya Natsuki handed over a woven bag. "Put the clothes in."
"Hmph."
Juju-sama turned her face away, silently packing the clothes.
There was no other way; she had to go to the laundromat. If her clothes didn't dry, she couldn't go home, and she couldn't stay overnight. No matter how she thought about it, it was too dangerous.
Amamiya Natsuki took the woven bag and was about to leave. Seeing Juju following him to the door, he reached out and ruffled the girl's beautiful hair: "Wait for me to come back."
"Mm."
Watching Amamiya Natsuki leave with an umbrella, Juju-sama let out a light breath, suddenly feeling an inexplicable loneliness wash over her.
Juju-sama quickly shook her head, pushing the feeling she had just experienced to the back of her mind. She returned to the sofa, sat down, and continued watching TV.
But after watching TV for only a moment, she couldn't help but look towards the entrance.
Twenty minutes passed in the blink of an eye.
Seeing that there was still no movement at the entrance, Juju-sama finally couldn't bear it anymore. She picked up her phone and sent a message:
"It's already dark. Why haven't you come back yet?"
"There are more people at the laundromat," Amamiya Natsuki replied quickly. "It just got to be my turn. I still have to wait a few minutes. Is Juju-sama worried about me?"
"I'm not worried about you at all. It's getting dark, and I'm waiting to go home."
"Let's eat dinner together tonight. I'll stop by the Convenience Store to buy ingredients on the way back."
"No, Mom will worry if I come home too late."
"I remember you said your aunt works, so she won't be home until at least nine at night. There's still plenty of time, no need to rush."
"My sister is home alone. I'm worried about her."
"Call your sister over, and we can eat together."
"Absolutely not!"
"..."
After talking for a while, the clothes finally dried. Amamiya Natsuki put away the clothes, went to the Convenience Store, and then returned home.
After pushing the door open and entering the house, Juju-sama quickly greeted him like a puppy.
"I bought you dessert." Amamiya Natsuki handed over the dessert. "If you don't eat dinner, at least have some dessert. Consider it my apology."
"Hmph."
Juju-sama snorted lightly, took the bag of clothes, and walked towards the room with her head held high, thumping her way: "I'll go change first."
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