Chapter 150: Shiraishi Asuka Sneaking Ahead
In the pitch-black night sky, the moon climbed above the branches. Its pure, bright light spilled across the earth, casting the shadows of the roadside trees upon the school paths.
The student dormitory area—at a single glance, the entire building was pitch-black, like a massive, uneven rectangular block of darkness. From time to time, the beam of a flashlight swept across its surface.
Inside Fuyuji's completely darkened room, the click of a door opening suddenly rang out. A burst of chaotic footsteps followed.
"It's so dark... Hey, how about we tell ghost stories tonight?"
"No way. Telling ghost stories at a time like this is way too scary."
"Fufu~ I think it sounds quite fun."
"More importantly, it doesn't seem that hot tonight. I think we could sleep just fine even without the fan."
"Shut your mouth, Pal! That topic is absolutely forbidden!"
With a sharp click, the desk lamp flickered on, illuminating the entire room with bright light.
Fuyuji raised a hand and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead. He surveyed the room with satisfaction. "This way, combined with the power storage equipment we brought over, more than enough to keep the lights on for the whole night."
Having said this, he turned around and asked curiously.
"Are you all planning to shower tonight? If not, there's no need to go all the way back upstairs."
With the power out, the elevators had stopped running. Although the stairwells had emergency lighting, the girls' dorm rooms were all on the tenth floor and above. Climbing all the way up would still be fairly exhausting.
In an instant, a peculiar atmosphere permeated the room.
The girls exchanged a silent, knowing glance with one another.
"Of course I'm showering." Kamuro averted her head.
"If I don't, sleeping tonight would be really uncomfortable, wouldn't it?" Yamamura lowered her head and quietly refuted.
"Fufu." Shiraishi smiled as she elegantly tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, her fingertips lingering amidst the strands for a moment. "This is a matter of a girl's privacy. Fuyuji asking so directly simply won't do."
"Super mega pervert Fuyuji Mikage! Why are you asking that?!" Morishita raised a hand and covered her chest, retreating two steps until her back pressed against the doorframe. She spoke warily. "Don't tell me you're picturing the great Morishita completely naked, in some depraved, lewd way?!"
In an instant, Fuyuji was subjected to a barrage of verbal condemnation from the assembled girls.
After it was over, the girls turned around in unspoken unison and headed toward the stairwell.
Listening to their gradually receding footsteps, Fuyuji called out a reminder. "Just shower together in one room. The bathroom's a bit dark. Having company will be safer."
"Got it!" x4
Fuyuji shook his head and smiled helplessly, his shoulders relaxing just a fraction.
No matter their personality, girls truly were remarkably consistent when it came to this kind of thing—
The body that had just been about to turn and head for the shower came to an abrupt halt.
At the doorway, a figure stood silently. The soft white light within the room coated her pale golden hair in a hazy, ethereal halo. Her violet eyes shimmered with a mysterious light in the dim glow of the lamp. An elegant smile curved at the corner of her lips.
"Asuka... you're not leaving yet?" Fuyuji's heart gave a violent leap.
"What do you think...?" A voice so gentle it seemed it could drip water echoed through the room, like a feather softly tickling the eardrum.
Her slender waist bent like a willow branch. With a light, deft sway of her body, the soft fabric of her dress instantly pulled taut, clinging to the contours of her figure. Beneath the lamplight, it traced a breathtakingly beautiful silhouette—one that imprinted itself directly upon the depths of Fuyuji's eyes.
Her calf, wrapped in pure white stockings, lifted nimbly behind her. With a soft clatter, a black patent leather shoe dropped to the polished floor.
Her small, exquisite foot glowed with a lustrous sheen beneath the warm yellow light. Her toes curled and stretched faintly in the air for a moment before soundlessly pressing against the cool floorboards.
Just then, a gentle breeze slipped in through the open balcony door. Her pale golden hair lifted and danced. The hem of her dress fluttered softly as well. That face—both pure and alluring—appeared and disappeared through the gaps of her dancing strands. The beauty mark at the corner of her eye, leaping amidst the play of light and shadow, added an extra touch of heart-stirring charm.
A delicate, elegant fragrance—a blend of body wash and the girl's own natural scent—drifted into Fuyuji's nostrils.
His breathing unconsciously deepened by several degrees. His Adam's apple bobbed visibly. The originally stifling, oppressive air felt as though it had been ignited in an instant, the temperature quietly climbing.
The very next moment, a pair of soft, small hands—carrying a tentative gentleness—came to rest lightly upon the nape of Fuyuji's neck.
Immediately after, a warm, delicate body pressed into his embrace. The softness and fragrance unique to a young woman instantly enveloped him completely.
"Mikage... you've been a little naughty today." Warm, moist breaths, carrying a heart-fluttering heat, brushed past Fuyuji's cheek.
Fuyuji's throat bobbed once more. Both arms abruptly tightened, locking around that impossibly soft waist. His other arm slipped beneath the bend of her knees, wrapped in smooth white silk, and steadily lifted her horizontally. In a few strides, he reached the bedside and let her settle lightly onto his lap.
"How was I naughty?" Before the words had fully left his mouth, his head was already burying itself with a hint of urgency into that expanse of snow-white, delicate neck. His lips greedily drank in the warmth seeping through her skin.
"To think... you were planning to sneak ahead... with Morishita-san..."
Shiraishi's lake-like eyes slowly closed. Her slender neck arched backward like a swan, revealing a graceful, elegant curve. Her long, pale fingers slowly wrapped around Fuyuji's back. Her fingertips, carrying a touch of languid laziness, traced idly across his back, teasing his taut nerves.
"And isn't Shiraishi Mama sneaking ahead too?" Fuyuji's muffled voice emerged from the crook of her neck.
His lips pressed close, first touching skin as cool as porcelain, before the yielding curve beneath began to flush with heat—like holding a spoonful of caramel pudding just lifted from the flame, the trembling warmth beneath.
"A woman in love... can be very cunning."
"So... this is your revenge?"
"Fufu~ Cunning, aren't I?"
"Far too cunning. Bad woman." Fuyuji was thoroughly enjoying himself.
Shiraishi raised both hands once more and gently wrapped them around Fuyuji's neck, fixing his absorbed, kissing motion in place and forcing his gaze to meet her own.
She spoke with a beaming smile. "This is as far as it goes for now... I told them I forgot something and had to come back. If I don't return soon..." She paused, her violet eyes shimmering with light. "In about two minutes, they'll come back to check, you know."
Fuyuji, who had been thoroughly enjoying his kisses, froze on the spot—like a piece of shattered porcelain, collapsing into fragments across the floor.
"Then why did you come back?!" Fuyuji raised his head in grief-stricken disbelief.
"How about we continue tonight?" A breath, laden with seductive allure, brushed past his already sensitive ear once more. Her voice was as soft as a midnight murmur. "After everyone's fallen asleep..."
"Again?!" Fuyuji tugged at the corner of his mouth. "What if we get caught?"
"If we get caught, it will naturally be Mikage's fault..." Shiraishi blinked her large eyes and spoke with sly cunning. "Mikage harbored ill intentions and launched a nighttime ambush against me."
Fuyuji: "..."
You'd be the one ambushing me, more like!
"Why do I get the feeling you're doing this on purpose?" Fuyuji spoke in a somber, drawn-out voice.
"Am I?" Releasing the arms wrapped around his neck, Shiraishi raised a hand and gently tucked a strand of hair that had clung to her lips behind her ear. She then carefully straightened the collar of her white dress, which had been pulled askew from their earlier tangle. Only then did she calmly rise from Fuyuji's lap and stand upright.
"Last time seemed to be like this too..."
"I wonder..." Shiraishi leaned down once more. Both hands cupped his rigid head, and she planted a kiss on his cheek—as light as a feather—leaving behind a faint, barely perceptible warmth. "My apology gift."
"This apology gift is far from enough!" Fuyuji retaliated viciously, planting a loud, emphatic kiss on her fair, smooth cheek in return. Only then did he release her with satisfaction.
"Bye-bye! See you in a bit!"
Shiraishi turned and headed toward the door, her steps as light and graceful as a cat that had successfully stolen a taste of cream. Her long, pale golden hair swayed elegantly behind her.
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