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How long had it been since she'd felt this fear? Yukinoshita wasn't sure. She vaguely remembered the last time she'd felt it was when she was a child.
Experiencing it again now, Yukinoshita felt a pang of pain. Looking back at Qiyun's panicked expression, the dark pupils in her azure eyes suddenly widened, and the same emotion began to wash over her.
He couldn't understand why he'd acted like that during Yuigahama Yui's celebration of the success of her cookies. It was a genuine fear. Even when she approached him, Qiyun didn't react at all, staring blankly in Yuigahama Yui's direction.
Reaching out to grasp Qiyun's arm, she felt his body tremble uncontrollably. While this brought Qiyun out of her trance, the fear still lingered in his eyes, perhaps even unnoticed by the trembling beneath his forced calm.
"Let's get him out of here," was Yukinoshita's only thought. Just let him escape for a while, just for a while. With such determination, Yukinoshita didn't care what others thought and dragged him to the infirmary.
She placed Qiyun on a chair between the beds and went to close the infirmary door. Although she knew no one would be there at this hour, not even the nurse, she decided to lock it just to be safe.
As she locked the door, Yukinoshita breathed a sigh of relief, her tense emotions finally relaxing.
Without pausing, she turned to look at Qiyun, who sat with her head drooped in the chair, like a child who had committed a crime, quietly awaiting punishment, feeling uneasy yet unable to move.
As Yukinoshita approached, Qiyun's movements became more intense. Despite his efforts to control himself, Yukinoshita observed these movements.
"Is he afraid of me asking him?" Yukinoshita felt a strange pang of sadness. He had always given her strange, baffling answers to every question, but why was he so timid now?
Yukinoshita had been curious about what had caused Qiyun to become like this, but now it didn't matter. She no longer wanted to know why he was like this, or what he had seen. She simply wanted to soothe the desolation in Qiyun's heart, to stop him from panicking and running away.
She sighed quietly, as if letting out all the chaos in her heart. She reached out her right hand and gently placed it on Qiyun's forehead. His forehead was cold, and there seemed to be traces of cold sweat on it. The warmth of her hand slowly spread from her palm, and she whispered soothing words, as if soothing a kitten soaked in a rainstorm, constantly warming its shivering body.
Feeling Qiyun's body slowly calm down, Yukinoshita didn't hesitate and pressed her forehead against his. She didn't think about how ambiguous the gesture might appear to outsiders; she just wanted to share Qiyun's fear in this way.
Unable to see each other, Yukinoshita slowly closed her eyes, letting herself remain in this position, listening to Qiyun's gradually calming breathing and the sound of their heartbeats.
"That's good," Yukinoshita muttered silently.
Only then did Qiyun recover from the series of actions, his mind still hazy. The fresh scent of Yukinoshita's fragrance and the moist air she exhaled told him that everything was real.
The soft touch of Yukinoshita's hand radiated through his forehead and into his heart. He couldn't comprehend Yukinoshita's actions. He didn't understand why she acted this way, or perhaps it felt like she cared too much for him. While he considered himself a friend, that friendship didn't seem enough to warrant such a move. Qiyun 's emotions were mixed. He was deeply grateful for her kindness, and he truly needed to calm down. But this state of Yukinoshita also made him want to escape. The glare was too bright to be looked directly at. Qiyun didn't know how to face Yukinoshita now, and whether he could continue to treat her with the same attitude as before.
"Thank you, Yukinoshita-san," Qiyun hesitated for a long time before finally speaking slowly.
As soon as he finished speaking, Qiyun felt the pressure on hos forehead lift, and the hand that had been blocking his view withdrew, returning his vision to light.
"How rare! That perverted man actually thanks people," Yukinoshita's cool voice tinged with amusement, as if it were just his normal routine.
Qiyun looked up, and Yukinoshita's eyes sparkled as he surveyed her from above. Her expression was unusually gentle, a break from her usual expressionless demeanor. The corners of her mouth curled up, a hint of a smile.
"So, is it my turn now? Doesn't Yukinoshita think well of me?" Qiyun replied with a shrug.
"Oh, it seems perverted man is truly clueless. He actually thought I'd say something positive about you, a man so full of vulgarity." Yukinoshita placed her index finger on her nose, her eyes raised in a thoughtful expression as she commented on Qiyun's remarks.
"Eh, I thought you'd add being the most beautiful girl on campus," Qiyun said, feigning surprise.
"It seems that while Mr. Pervert lacks self-awareness, his aesthetic taste is still quite normal. So, thank me; this is my gift to you."
Yukinoshita's aura seemed to have returned to the dazzling presence she had in the clubroom.
Qiyun, reminded of the past, couldn't help but chuckle softly. Deciding to stop playing around, she looked at Yukinoshita earnestly, whispering, "I offer the most beautiful hymn to your gift, Yukinoshita-sama."
Yukinoshita remained silent, gazing intently into Qiyun's eyes. His reflection was reflected in her clear, azure eyes, and a sudden smile spread across her face, echoing Qiyun's. He no longer dwelled on the past, no longer caring about the plot change. Perhaps change wasn't such a bad thing. Did it mean he was truly beginning to connect with the world? Then, the life that seemed so near was finally no longer so far away. So, was this my true heart? He wanted to truly immerse himself in this world, to touch everything before him, including Yukinoshita, standing before him with her hands behind her back, smiling.
Qiyun felt a wave of relief, knowing he no longer had to dwell on the past, just as Yukinoshita no longer wondered why he'd become the way he was. Just knowing he was okay was enough.
This feeling of rebirth made Qiyun want to cry out to the heavens. The shackles on his soul were finally free. From then on, there was no longer that time-traveling Qiyun. There was only an ordinary Qiyun from Class F, the second-year student who'd been sent to the Service Club for correction for writing a lousy essay, and who'd also participated in the Trial of Lust alongside Yukinoshita Yukino.
"Mr. Pervert, I know my stunning beauty will give you countless obscene desires, but it still makes me sick to see you staring at me like that." Seeing Qiyun had returned to his normal self, Yukinoshita's sharp tongue resurfaced.
"Hey, what Yukinoshita-sama said is so hurtful. I was praising you so much just now. It's really a case of good intentions not being rewarded. I feel that my weak heart has been greatly hurt. I need a hug from Yukinoshita-sama to get up, "
Qiyun, who had turned into a monster, said pretending to be aggrieved, then opened her arms as if asking for a hug, and closed her eyes at the same time.
"Wow, is this what it feels like to act like a spoiled child? I'm unexpectedly shy. I'm so damn shameless. But I have to admit, this feels strangely refreshing. I feel like I've fallen in love with this feeling." Qiyun felt his thoughts spiraling in a rather unspeakable direction.
The scolding he'd imagined from Yukinoshita didn't come, and Qiyun couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart. "What's going on with Yukinoshita? Why hasn't she scolded me yet? It's out of character. If she scolds me, give her a way out. Otherwise, I'll look stupid," Qiyun muttered silently.
He was about to quietly open his eyes and look in Yukinoshita's direction, but before he could, a fragrant breeze blew towards him. He could clearly feel the tips of Yukinoshita's hair brushing against his face, her arms entwined around his neck, and Yukinoshita's voice, a hint of doting, reached his ear. "You're so childish," her breath softly tickled Qiyun's ear. She rested her chin on Qiyun's shoulder, silently tilting her head in her direction.
Then, Yukinoshita's soft body slipped into Qiyun's arms. The first thing he felt was the soft swell of her breasts, pressed tightly against Qiyun's through the thin school uniform. The softness and warmth seemed to be transmitted through the clothes to him. Even through her bra, he could feel the small, elastic breasts beneath, and the thumping of his heartbeat echoed along with them.
As she pressed against him,
Yukinoshita paused, as if hesitating, but she finally went ahead. With the rustling of fabric, a strange pressure rose against Qiyun's thighs. Yukinoshita spread her legs and straddled Qiyun in lotus position, her crotch now covered by Yukinoshita's lifted pleated skirt.
"Hiss" This sudden happiness almost made Qiyun's mind go crazy. He didn't expect that Yukinoshita would be willing to come over and hug him, and take such a close distance and such an ambiguous posture.
From the outside, if Qiyun's pants were not still properly worn on her legs, otherwise the posture of the two of them would be completely in a state of intercourse. Moreover, the hem of Yukinoshita's pleated skirt just covered the crotch of the two of them, and it was completely unknown what was going on. Perhaps Qiyun could unzip his pants and take out his dick and insert it directly into the pink and tender pussy that was exposed in front of her without any obstruction.
The two of them kept this posture silently for a while, perhaps because they felt the chill in their lower body, and then Yukinoshita silently straightened her waist and raised her legs, slowly moving the position of her pussy forward, and finally stopped at Qiyun's crotch.
It wouldn't matter if he didn't let go, but once he did, Qiyun's head exploded like a volcano. Although he couldn't see anything, his mind automatically wove a picture: Yukinoshita's smooth, hairless, pink pussy was pressed against his crotch without any obstruction, tightly pressed against his cock through only her school uniform pants. And he didn't know if it was Qiyun's illusion, but he seemed to feel Yukinoshita's pussy constantly secreting lustful love juice, slowly wetting his pants and slowly soaking onto the tip of his cock. This strong stimulation soon made Qiyun's cock stand up straight like a sword pointing to the sky, and it stabbed hard towards Yukinoshita's pussy, just hitting the narrow slit of the pussy.
"Mmm~..." The sudden attack from the pussy made Yukinoshita moan, and her body was no longer as strong as before, and she began to slowly collapse on Qiyun, but she still refused to admit defeat.
"Mr. Pervert, can't you control your obscene and filthy desires so soon?" Yukinoshita panted and said unhappily. However, although she said this, Yukinoshita did not get off Qiyun's body. Instead, she unconsciously increased the strength of her embrace on Qiyun, making their bodies fit more closely.
"Hey hey" Qiyun did not respond directly, but instead suddenly thrust his waist, and the hard erect penis hit Yukinoshita's hole again through the pants.
"Haah... um...! ..... um...!"
Yukinoshita raised her head suddenly, and her black hair began to rise high. She let out a slight cry, and then fell heavily, leaning on Qiyun's shoulders again.
"Don't....Wuwu...Ha...Ah...Hmm..."
As Qiyun kept thrusting her waist, the cock kept poking Yukinoshita's delicate honey hole. At this time, Yukinoshita's moans also began to slowly take on a crying tone. She was a little ashamed of the current situation, but at the same time she couldn't help wanting to cooperate with Qiyun's movements. Her body seemed to be constantly moving, as it moved up and down, pushing her pussy towards the tip of the cock, as if to let the hot cock penetrate her tight honey hole through her pants.
At this time, inside Yukinoshita's tight vagina, the layers of soft flesh of the pussy squirmed wildly as if they had life. The pink flesh kept rubbing against each other. Countless sticky liquids were secreted from the flesh walls. The vagina gradually began to flood, gradually gathering together to form a stream of water, which began to slowly flow out along the honey slit. The originally tightly closed vaginal opening seemed to be ready. The two soft flesh pieces were no longer pressed together, but separated by a gap. Only a part of the thin flesh was still stuck together, but it was also slowly spreading to the sides, pulling out a few lustful threads.
"Hmm... Haah... Ahhh... Hmm..."