"Thank you for the treat, Asakura-kun!"
"Are you satisfied with this massage?"
"Ahem... it feels so good. Thank you for your hard work, Akane."
"You've expended a lot of energy. Do you need to take a rest?" Asakura changed the subject with a slightly stiff voice and smile, trying to escape this awkward atmosphere as soon as possible.
After cleaning up the aftermath, Akane Nanao wiped away all traces with a wet towel and stretched languidly.
"Oh, I'm a little tired. Asakura-kun, let's rest here together."
Before Asakura could react, the girl pulled him to a shady corner, and they sat on the ground. She then nestled the boy's strong arms into her ample bosom.
It was as if the girl needed to feel the warmth closest to her heart to fall asleep peacefully.
A brilliant and bright smile and a tender, soft voice came simultaneously. Akane Nanao rested her head on Asakura's shoulder, and a rosy hue appeared on her delicate skin, as if she sensed her master's unease.
"Well, good afternoon, Asakura-kun."
"...Good afternoon, Akane."
Asakura was also affected by the warmth and felt a little sleepy. He gradually closed his eyes and drifted off, his body unconsciously moving closer to the girl.
Boys and girls cuddling each other on the rooftop—it's one of the most beautiful expressions of youth.
Love is like a gust of wind, the best person may not stay until the end. The girl draws close to your eyes—is it an offense to spring?
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The ability to release flood water requires Asakura's palm to directly touch the other person's body to be activated. It will not be triggered by contact with other parts of the body.
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Cicadas chirped in the trees, and the girl's heart was a glass dish filled with plump, juicy fruits.
The sweet, milky aroma drew the unconscious Asakura into the bottomless ravine of the sea of clouds.
Just a light touch created dazzling ripples.
Without a doubt, this was the softest pillow in the world—warm and generous.
Asakura fell into a deep sleep, his slightly warm breath matching a certain rhythm, gently caressing the girl's heart.
Individual nonspecific reactions caused by various stressful stimuli (stressors) are collectively referred to as stress reactions, which include two major categories: physiological reactions and psychological reactions.
It is undoubtedly a great challenge to accept physiological Tzu Chi on such a delicate tiramisu.
With a soft moan, Akane Nanao looked at the sleeping handsome man on her chest with sleepy eyes, her face gradually turning red.
He had a high nose bridge, and his relaxed brows revealed a sense of ease. His quiet sleeping face was less cold than usual and more handsome.
The complex temperament exuded by Asakura deeply attracted the girl. Akane Nanao couldn't help but gently hug Asakura, slightly adjusting her posture to make the boy sleep more comfortably.
His body swayed gently to the rhythm, and she hummed a lullaby softly in Asakura's ear, the distance between them becoming infinitely close.
Go to sleep, go to sleep, my dear baby, mother's hands are gently rocking you.
The soft singing voice bathed Asakura's face like drizzling rain, and the sweet breath blew away his sleepiness.
Asakura woke up from a good sleep and subconsciously wanted to yawn, but when he stretched out his hand, he inadvertently hugged Nanao Akane.
He opened his mouth in surprise, but it was met with something soft and yielding. He didn't react and took a light bite of tiramisu, leaving a faint mark.
"Oh, stop it, Asakura-kun."
The girl blushed and uttered a weak protest.
It was more like a gentle embrace than a push, making it hard to tell whether it was an attempt to push away or draw closer.
People always have to love something and hate something to live well, otherwise, life seems incomplete.
Perhaps we should start making some changes. After all, a monotonous life cannot withstand the yearning for youth and passion. The young man who has tasted vegetarian food may never go back to the past.
Asakura spat out the soft treat in his mouth, wanting to say something but finally closing his mouth. He just hugged the girl in his arms even tighter, feeling the rhythm of her youthful tenderness.
The two hugged each other silently, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere. They both tacitly agreed not to mention the confirmation of their relationship, but just chatted casually about the trivialities of life.
"Hey, Asakura-kun, your muscles are amazing. Do you exercise regularly?"
Akane Nanao asked curiously, her soft little hands gently stroking along the curves, feeling the power of male hormones.
"I just do some simple exercises every night, and I've been doing it for quite a while."
"Asakura-kun's masculinity is overflowing."
"I can't handle such compliments. After all, I'm a lonely weirdo with no friends."
Asakura scratched his head and said modestly and embarrassedly.
"That's just because they don't know Asakura-kun in depth. In my opinion, Asakura-kun is reliable and handsome, and his rating is very high."
"Besides, there's me too, right?"
"...Well, Akane, thank you."
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Happy times always pass quickly, and even if two people are still reluctant to part, they will eventually separate.
Reluctance and melancholy are the gifts of separation, and also the spark for the next intimate contact.
After smoothing out the wrinkles on their clothes and checking each other for any strange marks, they returned to the classroom together to prepare for class.
There was only one home economics class and a class meeting in the afternoon. After lunch break, students gathered in the home economics classroom one after another.
The classmates on the road were all surprised to see the popular beautiful girl and the lonely male classmate chatting and laughing side by side, and they whispered in confusion.
"Why is Nanao-san walking with that Asakura weirdo?"
Before, Asakura never cared about his appearance.
When he went out, he always just wiped his face and hair with water and wore a pair of plain glasses without prescription, which hid his amazing looks.
Since he did not take the initiative to integrate into the so-called small group and was too lazy to understand the "atmosphere," Asakura was naturally isolated.
It's not that there weren't some assholes who wanted to bully him, but Asakura's training results were not for show.
Those guys either ended up being forced to drink beverages in the toilet or being thrown into the garbage dump and buried.
Among the bad groups in Sobu High School, Mr. Asakura has a great reputation!
Only Akane Nanao, who had close contact with Asakura, knew how rare this treasure of a boy, hidden under an ordinary disguise, was.
She wanted to greedily hide this secret until the day when she was sure of who her heart belonged to.
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When the bell rang, home economics teacher Marina Igawa walked up to the kitchen podium with a smile:
"Today's Home Economics class is about making chocolate chip cookies. We will form groups of three. All students should form teams according to this list."
Asakura looked at the group list projected on the screen, searching for his team members.
"Asakura Ryo... Asakura... ah, I found it, it's here."
Akane Nanao, Ryo Asakura, Kotonoha Katsura.
Asakura was quite happy to be grouped together with Akane, after all, they were good friends with whom he had a deep connection.
Kotonoha Katsura seemed to be a beautiful girl with social anxiety in the class. She was usually not seen interacting with the boys in the class. Asakura recalled the information in his mind.
She had a striking figure and an angelic face. Her hobby was reading. She wasn't good at sports due to her poor physical condition.
Her refined demeanor and appearance with extremely oriental feminine beauty had established her image as a student version of Yamato Nadeshiko among the boys.
Blood type A, measurements 102/60/84. Due to her introverted personality, she had poor interpersonal skills and seemed to be a poor cook.
Ah, Ms. Katsura was a rich lady living in a luxurious independent house.
Zhuge Liang knew all about world affairs before he left his cottage. So it's no wonder that I, Asakura Ryo, know a little bit about my classmates.
It's definitely not because of Kotonoha Katsura's eye-catching mammalian organs! Asakura swore to himself.
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"Asakura-kun, Katsura-kun, come over here."
Akane Nanao raised her hand joyfully, and the magnificent sight shattered Asakura's resolve, making him walk over without looking away.
"Nanao-san, Asakura-san, please take care of me."
Kotonoha Katsura approached and greeted cautiously, bowing stiffly and revealing the beautiful snow scene.
Heavy snow, heavy snow, you are so white.
Heavy snow, heavy snow, you are so heavy.
Heavy snow, oh heavy snow, you are so white and big.
The amazing scenery in front of him made Asakura look away unnaturally, then glance back secretly.
"Student Katsura, you don't have to be so polite. We are all classmates and should help each other."
"Yes, Katsura-san, don't be nervous. Asakura-kun is very easy to get along with and is a good cook. We will definitely be able to make great chocolate cookies today."
Akane Nanao calmly helped Kotonoha Katsura up and comforted the socially anxious girl with her infectious smile.
Kotonoha Katsura's face turned slightly red, and she looked at the two of them with gratitude, strange emotions surging in her heart.
"Nanao-san and Asakura-san have such a good relationship. I really envy them."
Even the most socially anxious girl will long for a friendship that belongs only to her, or an unattainable love.
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"Akane, can you help me heat the butter?"
"Ms. Katsura, can you help me beat the egg whites and add the powdered sugar to mix well?"
With his superpowers, Asakura naturally took the lead, kneading and patting the flour in his hands to make it stronger.
The girls began to get busy under Asakura's command, and soft breasts and graceful snow-white clothes swayed alternately before Asakura.
The trembling shape made Asakura very worried whether the buttons of the clothes were firm enough.
Take one look, and then take another look.
Another look at your lies.
The girls lowered their brows but blushed, obviously noticing the boy's hidden gaze.
Akane Nanao chose to make her roundness more prominent, hoping to attract more attention from her crush.
Kotonoha Katsura's heart was beating like a deer, and her fear and shyness slowly turned into excitement and anticipation under the continuous gaze.
Before this, Kotonoha Katsura always felt that her large breasts were a burden, bringing her unnecessary and unpleasant trouble.
But she was excited inside because this was a brand-new sensation she had never experienced before. If you are a brother, please come and help me.
Kotonoha Katsura longed for Asakura's attention, and even more.
This feeling of being needed was both warm and intoxicating.
I could have endured the darkness if I had never seen the light.
Unknown and complex emotions prompted Kotonoha Katsura to secretly lower her collar, trying to give her breasts more breathing room, and a blush was also secretly creeping up her delicate cheeks.
The two girls did not notice anything strange about each other, they were simply immersed in their own emotions and indulging in fantasies.
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After mixing the powdered sugar and egg white evenly, add the kneaded flour and butter, stir evenly, and let it stand for 20 minutes.
First, brush the mold with oil, put the prepared batter into the piping bag, and squeeze it into the bear mold.
Scrape the batter into cookies and bake in a preheated oven for 10 minutes.
Finally, melt the chocolate over water and put it into a piping bag. Spread it on the surface of the cookies and wait for it to cool and solidify.
After completing the process, Asakura breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, but accidentally got flour on his face.
Nanao Akane and Kotonoha Katsura, who were holding their chins and watching Asakura complete the final process, saw this scene and hurriedly took out their handkerchiefs to wipe the sweat and powder stains for the boy.
When they saw the other party's actions, they couldn't help but stop.
Nanao Akane hesitated for a moment and then said:
"Katsura-san, I'll wipe this side for Asakura. I'll leave the other side to you."
After saying that, her plump breast pressed directly against Asakura's arm and naturally wiped the sweat for him.
When Kotonoha Katsura saw this scene, she suddenly felt a little sour, as if something was slipping away from her.
Once a person loses something, they will develop a terrifying perseverance.
The socially anxious girl was unwilling to face such an ending and made up her mind that no matter what it took, she would protect this hard-earned beauty.
Kotonoha Katsura walked gently behind Asakura, shyly placed her breasts on his back, and gently wiped him from the side.
"...Okay. ...Asakura-kun, let me wipe this side for you."
Asakura, move.
Asakura, move!
Well, he didn't dare.
Asakura didn't understand why he was suddenly caught in a Shura-like situation. In short, he felt very uncomfortable and could only silently accept the kindness of the two girls.
"Ah... thank you, Akane and Katsura-san. Actually, I can do it myself."
"No, Asakura-kun has already worked hard." The two women said in unison.
"...I see."
The rebel flag symbolizing Asakura had been destroyed, and what remained was the result of Akane Nanao and Kotonoha Katsura's arbitrary actions against the rebel forces.
Today, Asakura suffered a disastrous defeat.