"Seiko, try it on."
Taking a deep breath, Nobi Hiroshi paused, then excitedly rubbed his hands together, a certain part of his body reacting instinctively, visibly exaggerated.
The close-fitting garment felt a bit tight; it must be that the child's body was growing too fast, leading to an urgent need for expansion of the armory space.
His AK was poised, and Saotome Seiko, immersed in joy, didn't pay much attention, changing clothes without a care, revealing her fair skin, giving the young man an even more inflamed experience.
"How do I look? Am I pretty?"
Standing on her tiptoes, Seiko turned around in front of Nobi Hiroshi, the qipao's slit gently lifting with her Rotational action.
Her hip line was smooth, subtly revealed by the qipao, and though not as undulating as mountains, it was beautifully rounded.
"Of course you look good, this qipao suits you perfectly, like it was custom-made just for you."
Putting his arm around her back, Nobi Hiroshi swallowed, unsure what cheesy thought had crossed his mind.
Her thighs were long and well-proportioned.
Smooth as silk, radiating a healthy glow, the gentle touch was captivating.
Blowing into the girl's pink ear, Nobi Hiroshi said expectantly, "Seiko, I want to, I want to, be your simp and lick…"
Purely literal meaning, though there might be other implications, when these shameless words were spoken, the girl finally realized Nobi Hiroshi's long-planned trap, yet she still stood obediently in place.
Shamefully, she climbed onto the young man's shoulders, her enchanting eyes looking up to meet his gaze, and she kissed his face repeatedly.
The passionate kisses slowly shifted downwards, until Seiko let out an irresistibly charming moan.
"Hmph, ahh~~~"
The girl slowly closed her eyes, her hands gently caressing Nobi Hiroshi's ears, as the sound of summer cicadas sucking resin outside the window could be heard.
Her pink lips were tightly pressed, and her delicate body, like a taut bowstring, became increasingly limp and weak, requiring external support to stand upright.
"I, I can't hold steady~"
Saotome Seiko's knees bent, and she knelt onto the tatami mat, breaking her defense in a strange posture.
It was hard not to laugh.
"Mmm-hmm~ Cough, cough~"
With the flying cavalry on his face, Nobi Hiroshi's features were obscured by the cheongsam, as he found himself alone and surrounded, humming an indistinct, muffled tune.
Using his own skill, he was very careful not to get the birthday present wet.
The two lovers, lost in passion, were about to resume their activities when an untimely knock suddenly sounded at the door.
Hearing that it was Shizuka and the others, Nobi Hiroshi quickly got up to open the door, letting in a group of chirping, dancing girls, successfully disrupting his desire to play solo.
There was no other way; since he wanted to be open, it was basic common sense and responsibility to treat everyone equally.
A gentleman is open and at ease; a small-minded person is always anxious.
Nobi Hiroshi was a pure gentleman, attracting attention with his unyielding and proudly upright character. He was surrounded by the girls!
"Saotome Seiko, is this the birthday present Hiroshi gave you? Oh, it's so nice, it really suits you, you look absolutely beautiful wearing it!"
"No wonder it became like this…"
Tachibana's voice abruptly stopped. She looked down at Nobi Hiroshi, who was sitting cross-legged, and lifted her leg, slipping her slender, delicate calf out of her white sock.
Her small toes were rosy white, crystal clear, and slightly spread, like pink cherry blossom petals. They gently stepped on the stiffened object, forcing it to bend, and then moved upwards.
Feeling the strangeness of the foot, his fleshy little belly and legs trembled a few times, accompanied by the cherry-blossom-colored kimono skirt hem, swaying in disarray.
"Hehe, do you like Tachibana's feet?"
"If Hiroshi behaves better, I might consider helping you."
An unnatural flush appeared on her cheeks; Tachibana seemed to be having more and more fun.
Originally, she just wanted to tease her boyfriend, but halfway through, she awakened a certain attribute—humiliating him from above, pressing everything under her feet.
It was an unprecedented excitement. Shizuka and the others looked at Tachibana strangely; she was completely different from the usual well-behaved, easily bullied image!
"Hmmph, Tachibana, may I ask… how does one behave well?"
Nobi Hiroshi squinted his eyes, fully enjoying the service from her beautiful feet, unable to stop groaning.
Her thumb pinched back and forth, too mischievous.
"Hehe, let me think."
"You close your eyes first!"
Tachibana retracted her small foot, then took a step back with a mischievous look, taking away the soft pressure. The physical holy sword once again pointed to the sky.
"Close my eyes?"
Nobi Hiroshi paused, then closed his eyes as requested, feeling a bit regretful in his heart. The feeling of stopping halfway was truly uncomfortable.
"You can't break the rules~"
"Otherwise, Tachibana will be unhappy."
With pink lips slightly parted, a deeply shy Tachibana, under the shocked gaze of her sisters, knelt down and brought out a noble blue and white bowl, original flavor.
"What is this smell?"
His breath hitched. Nobi Hiroshi felt something placed on his head. Could it be a hood?
But this captivating floral scent…
The smell was so familiar, and a warm wetness spread across his cheeks. What did Tachibana do?!
Overwhelmed by curiosity, Nobi Hiroshi wanted to secretly open his eyes. Even though he knew it would break the rules, he couldn't care less at this point!
"Tsk, I knew it~"
"Hiroshi, you secretly broke the rules. Tachibana is very unhappy now!"
His eyes regained sight. Nobi Hiroshi had just made out the close-fitting object, but before he could appreciate it, the half-moon-shaped hood was pulled off and landed on the floor.
"Uh, I admit I broke the rules, but Tachibana, using this kind of thing…"
Staring at the original-flavored blue and white bowl on the floor, Nobi Hiroshi couldn't help but pout.
He wasn't disgusted, but at least his soul hadn't degenerated to that extent!
Next time, please use original-flavored white silk.
"Hmph, is that not allowed?"
"You used to bite Tachibana's socks, Hiroshi, you actually really like it, don't you?"
Tachibana's face flushed slightly. As she undressed, she slowly crouched down, looking for an opportunity to enter the fray.
The tight sash around her waist gradually loosened. The girl pouted her cherry lips, actively offering a kiss, skillfully conquering territory and displaying her feminine charm.
Her cherry blossom kimono lay messily on her fragrant shoulders, revealing her fair, milky skin and lower abdomen completely.
"Tachibana, wha… what's wrong?"
After a long kiss, Hiroshi, whose mindset had exploded, intended to delve deep and relieve his sorrow.
Unexpectedly, halfway there, a fair, tender small hand firmly gripped his lifeline, preventing the main force from advancing, leaving him yearning for the destination.
"Of course, it's a punishment."
"Hiroshi didn't satisfy Tachibana, so he has to accept a small punishment."
Tachibana rested her chin on Hiroshi's shoulder, playfully grinding against him, stubbornly refusing to let him pass.
His little friend was pitiful, tormented relentlessly, red-hot beyond belief, its condition worsening. It could only cool down by dripping dew.
"That's enough, if this continues, Tachibana herself will be very uncomfortable~"
The girl exhaled a hot, fragrant breath, slowly loosening her five delicate fingers.
"Hah!!!"
Released from bondage, Nobi Hiroshi was like a wild horse unbridled, charging violently across the battlefield.
The girl was caught off guard, crying out in pain, silently enduring the bitter fruit she had sown.
Facing the fierce onslaught, she soon lost her combat ability and lay motionless on the bed.
"Little Tachibana~"
His gaze left the twitching girl, and Nobi Hiroshi turned to walk towards Saotome Seiko and the others who were standing by, needing to give them a good lesson!
"We can continue~"
He grabbed Saotome Seiko, slapped her perky bottom a few times, and squeezed her slender calves.
The skin felt delicate and smooth, warm and jade-like. To avoid wasting resources, Nobi Hiroshi simply packed up the rest and started playing Jenga.
For a while, enchanting sounds filled the room. Mrs. Shinko, who was cleaning up the mess in the living room, even heard them.
Thankfully, there were no outsiders here anymore.
A thousand kinds of splendor cannot withstand the passage of time; beauty fades easily, and cannot endure time like a sword!