Chapter 633: Chapter 421: The Decisive Underwear
He lifted the thin quilt, slipped into the bed, the sheets were warm, lingering with body heat and a faint fragrance.
Minamoto Tamako moved inward, making room for him. The two lay side by side on the bed, so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard.
Fushimi Roku was indeed feeling a bit sleepy. He always insisted on getting more than eight hours of sleep every day, but last night he had to stay up all night, and hadn’t caught up on sleep during the day. Now as soon as he laid down, drowsiness swept over him.
But just before he fell asleep, he noticed something wasn’t right with Minamoto Tamako beside him.
It seemed she was constantly wriggling, tossing and turning, very restless. Fushimi Roku wondered if she was too hot that she had prickly heat, or perhaps allergic to something, and slightly turned to ask, "What’s wrong?"
"No...nothing, why ask all of a sudden..." Minamoto Tamako stammered.
The room was too dark, Fushimi Roku couldn’t see her expression clearly, only relying on enhanced eyesight to vaguely see a silhouette — at this moment, Minamoto Tamako lay on her side, facing him, her body slightly curled up, one hand gripping the corner of her clothes tightly, and her little feet exposed outside the quilt were twitching uneasily.
"You seem a bit uncomfortable." Fushimi Roku said.
"No, I’m, I’m quite comfortable." Minamoto Tamako spoke while panting.
Fushimi Roku could sense the pleasant aroma, different from before, this time Minamoto Tamako had brushed her teeth, and her breath carried a hint of mint fragrance.
Something’s off.
He also turned to face Minamoto Tamako, their faces were very close, able to feel each other’s breaths. He finally saw Minamoto Tamako’s face clearly. Minamoto Tamako was staring at him, seeming to plead, yet also appearing very frightened.
Fushimi Roku, being someone whose social charm was maxed out, just by looking at Minamoto Tamako’s expression, he guessed what she was thinking, and his drowsiness was instantly swept away.
"Do you want... a goodnight kiss before sleeping?" he whispered.
Minamoto Tamako was silent for a moment, then answered in a breathy voice:
"Yes."
Fushimi Roku didn’t immediately lean over to kiss but instead extended his hand out from under the quilt, his body slightly tilting outwards, and locked the bedroom door.
The crisp clack sounded like a signal of mutual understanding.
The temperature in the room seemed to be rising, and they both felt a bit feverish. Fushimi Roku returned to his original position, moved slightly closer, was just about to gently hold Minamoto Tamako’s face, to softly test, but unexpectedly, Minamoto Tamako took the initiative to kiss him.
"Mmm..."
"Mm..."
Fushimi Roku embraced Minamoto Tamako, feeling her skin was a bit warm, slightly moved his face away, and asked: "Is it too hot? Maybe we shouldn’t use the quilt..." But before he could finish his sentence, Minamoto Tamako kissed him again, holding his neck without letting go.
Fushimi Roku assumed she agreed, casually lifted the thin quilt, alleviating some of the heat.
Once Minamoto Tamako started kissing, she didn’t stop, this time on the bed, she wrapped herself around him using both her hands and feet, it was impossible to shake her off.
Fushimi Roku wanted to turn over and press her down, thinking that even if they were going to kiss, it should be at his pace.
But Minamoto Tamako seemed unwilling to be underneath, pressed his shoulders vigorously, not only did she not want to be pressed down but even planned to turn the tables and press him down instead.
Fushimi Roku felt it wouldn’t work, this girl had zero experience, it might lead to an accident, it was better for him to be on top.
He was about to forcibly press Minamoto Tamako down, originally, this would depend on who was stronger, but didn’t expect Minamoto Tamako to stubbornly bite his tongue, like a little puppy, causing him to lean back in pain and release his grip.
Minamoto Tamako seized the chance to turn over, straddled Fushimi Roku’s waist, was just about to lean down to kiss, but was pulled back by Fushimi Roku grabbing her forelock of destiny: "Why did you bite me?"
"Why did you press on me?" Minamoto Tamako countered.
"I was giving you a goodnight kiss!" Fushimi Roku said.
"Now it’s my turn to return the goodnight kiss to you!" Minamoto Tamako stood her ground.
"No, get down!" Fushimi Roku felt inexplicably annoyed.
"I won’t, one kiss each, it’s my turn to kiss you!" Minamoto Tamako was unreasonably stubborn.
"I didn’t press you down when I kissed you!" Fushimi Roku said.
"I don’t care, I just want to kiss like this!" Minamoto Tamako became more and more domineering, about to show her true nature.
The two kissed like they were fighting, about to start an actual fight, when finally Fushimi Roku stepped back and said: "We take turns being on top, next time it’s my turn, okay?"
"Um... mm..." Minamoto Tamako lay on his chest, the kisses became tender, as if apologizing, she mumbled: "Alright..."
Fushimi Roku wrapped his arms around her waist, wanting to slide upwards, but also worried about being swatted away by Minamoto Tamako. He was contemplating what excuse to find when Minamoto Tamako suddenly breathed out and whispered in his ear: "Um... I, I changed into... a set of... beautiful lingerie."
"And then?" Fushimi Roku asked.
"Do you... want to see?" Minamoto Tamako asked apprehensively: "Would it be too blatant... it wasn’t bought by me, Sister Yalan..."
"No, it’s fine." Fushimi Roku interrupted: "It doesn’t matter what others think, this is just between the two of us, no matter what you wear, I find it beautiful."
This was the first time Minamoto Tamako heard him speak a love line.
"Don’t, don’t say that... it feels embarrassing..." Her heart felt sweet as if filled with honey, delighted to no end, but she still said: "Liar, always likes to deceive me."
"Not at all." Fushimi Roku said: "I really want to see."
"...Alright."
Minamoto Tamako sat up, maintaining a duck sitting position, turned her face to the side shyly, lowered her head, and with her hands pinching the corners of her clothes, slightly lifted them, revealing a smooth belly and nice abs: "Don’t, don’t make fun of me..."
Fushimi Roku had no intention to mock.
This scene was so tantalizing it could only be seen in CG screenshots or hentai manga.
He threw aside the words he just said, suddenly turned over and pressed Minamoto Tamako on the bed. She squealed in surprise, as if realizing she couldn’t resist this time, perhaps for the first time feeling uncertain, didn’t continue to resist, but softly said: "Next, next time I’ll be on top..."