On the other side, with her face flushed, Kasumigaoka gripped the edge of the seat tightly, her legs unconsciously rubbing together, and a delicate pink hue gradually appeared on her milky white skin.
This is bad! My head is about to explode!
Due to the effects of the previous dream experiment, her body was already sensitive, and the closer she got to Hoshimi, the more dopamine her body released, intensifying her emotions.
As Hoshimi pressed down on her foot, the pleasure from the dopamine mixed with the soreness of the massage, flowing through her body.
Simultaneously, memories of her time spent with Hoshimi six months ago began to surface in her mind.
These intimate and intense memories caused a tingling sensation to rise within her, intertwining with other feelings, making her entire being fall into an unknown territory.
"Hoshimi... I give up... stop..."
If this continues, she might socially die!!
"Heh, heh," Hoshimi chuckled sadistically, increasing the pressure with his hands as he continued to press on various acupoints on Kasumigaoka's foot.
It feels so good! After all, rather than sweetly sticking with girls, I prefer teasing them, watching them grit their teeth, get flustered, or desperately endure.
He knew it was a bit mean, but it was too much fun!
Isn't the most important thing in life happiness?
If that's the case, then I must enjoy it to the fullest!
I'll continue...
"Excuse me, could you two kindly take this game elsewhere?"
Just as Hoshimi was about to embrace his inner desires, a gentle yet quietly angry female voice interrupted from the side.
Hoshimi froze, and Kasumigaoka stiffened as they both turned to see the gentle busty proprietress standing by their table, smiling sweetly yet meaningfully at them.
"Ahem," Hoshimi cleared his throat, quietly letting go of Kasumigaoka's black stocking-clad foot.
"..."
Kasumigaoka, her face flushed with embarrassment, turned her head away, silently retracting her foot and putting her shoe back on.
Seeing the two of them return to normal, the gentle proprietress kindly reminded them, "Please be mindful not to disturb other guests."
"Of course, no problem," Hoshimi turned his head and gave the proprietress a warm smile.
At the same time, he discreetly scanned the shop, confirming that there were no other guests.
"..."
The proprietress smiled gently, saying no more and quietly withdrew.
If it weren't for the fact that the long-haired busty literary girl (Kasumigaoka) was a regular customer, she might have kicked them out.
Kids these days, she thought. Why do they like to play such embarrassing games in public? Are they seeking thrills?
She didn't understand and didn't want to.
On the other side, after the proprietress left, the atmosphere between Kasumigaoka and Hoshimi remained awkward. Neither spoke up, seemingly waiting for the other to break the silence or simply thinking about what to say.
Suddenly, Hoshimi, who was looking out the window, noticed something and his expression changed, a look of confusion flickering in his eyes.
The school uniforms on those girls across the street look so familiar!
Hoshimi took a closer look—blue-gray uniforms with a white collar and a red ribbon tie, paired with dark blue skirts...
The more he looked, the more his eyes narrowed.
Isn't this Kasumigaoka's school uniform?! When Kasumigaoka first entered his dream, she was wearing a uniform exactly like this. It was only after they got to know each other better that her clothing changed.
So, he didn't recognize it at first, but now he remembered!
This means that if students from Kasumigaoka's school are here, then...
Hoshimi's eye twitched as he looked at Kasumigaoka and asked, "Utaha, are those your schoolmates down there?"
Kasumigaoka glanced at the girls across the street and confirmed, "Judging by the uniforms, yes, they're from my school."
"I see..." Hoshimi pretended to be interested and asked, "Utaha, is your school nearby?"
Glad that Hoshimi was steering the conversation away from their earlier incident, Kasumigaoka went along with it.
"Yes, it's nearby. I think I mentioned my school to you before."
Hoshimi shook his head. "Maybe, but I don't really remember. I only recall something about 'private' in the name."
"...You only remember the word 'private'? That's like going to the pharmacy and only remembering 'capsule' when buying medicine."
Kasumigaoka lightly tapped the table with her finger, "Let me say it again, Hoshimi. Remember it this time: Private Toyogasaki Academy."
"Private Toyogasaki Academy, got it," Hoshimi nodded, then suddenly smiled slyly, "Utaha, I'd like to visit your school sometime. What do you think?"
Kasumigaoka narrowed her eyes and asked, "What are you plotting now, Hoshimi?"
"What do you mean by that, Utaha?" Hoshimi widened his eyes innocently, "I just want to see your school's environment. That's all, and maybe..."
"Enough," Kasumigaoka cut him off. "Hoshimi, you and I know each other well enough. Don't bother sweet-talking me; I can guess what you're thinking."
Kasumigaoka crossed her arms, slightly raising her chin, and looked at Hoshimi with disdain. "You want to meet Eriri, don't you? What? I only mentioned her a few times, and you're already interested in her?"
"Well, I admit, I'm a bit curious, but just a little..." Hoshimi raised his hand, pinching his thumb and index finger together to show just a tiny gap.
"Hmph," Kasumigaoka coldly laughed. "Don't even think about it. Eriri has someone she likes, and she's very serious about it. She's even decided to cut ties with her childhood friend for him. No matter what you do, you won't succeed."
Hoshimi spread his hands helplessly, "Utaha, you've got it all wrong. I didn't mean it that way."
"Hmph, men," Kasumigaoka scoffed.
No matter what Hoshimi said, she wouldn't let him meet Eriri.
Even though Eriri was a bit of a hassle, she was undeniably a beauty, and a mixed-race one at that. If Hoshimi saw her, there was a 90% chance he'd try something. If he didn't, he wouldn't be Hoshimi Kiyokawa!
Of course, Hoshimi might not necessarily be trying to steal Eriri away but could just be looking to use Eriri, who didn't get along with her, to provoke her.
Don't doubt it—with Hoshimi's nasty personality, this possibility is extremely high!
"Utaha..." Hoshimi was about to say something when he suddenly noticed a familiar figure not far away downstairs.
Seeing that flash of golden hair, Hoshimi's breath caught, and he quickly changed his tune, "Utaha, I'm going to the restroom."
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