"Alright."
Hearing the name Ayumi, Sasaki couldn't help but subconsciously think of the big sister who fed him fruit and even choked him yesterday.
'It can't be such a coincidence right...'
While finding it hard to believe, he also felt a bit of anticipation.
After all who wouldn't like a generous and charming elder sister?
If by any coincidence he could meet her again, he would truly thank that coincidence.
Following Haruno Ayato out of the changing room, he arrived at the office across the hall.
'You can do it!'
After arriving, the boy tiptoed and patted Sasaki on the shoulder.
In any case he had already been out for a while and needing to go back, so he could only give him an encouraging fist bump
Seeing the boy's red and delicate face, which was cuter than most girls, Sasaki nodded to him expressionlessly in response..
Now he knew why Haruno Ayato was not played by anyone..cough he was not popular in class; it wasn't without reason.
With such a cute appearance that matched or even surpassed that of ordinary women, and a gentle and kind nature that would never demand unreasonable things, would not ask for various gifts, would not clamor one to go out to play, and could even play black and white game together..with such an appearance and personality, who would seriously dare to spend too much time with him?
The more time one spent with him, the more one might question their own sexual orientation.
Fortunately, Sasaki's desire for opposite sex was strong enough; otherwise, he would have been influenced.
Recalling the shock that Aunt Kyouka, Sister Ayumi, Otome, Chifuyu, Natsuha, and Serizawa had on him, the boy's steel-like determination became even firmer.
In this increasingly cold world, only the round, soft, and tender mini watermelons could bring him a bit of warmth.
Speaking of which, Sister Koharu's are also very big, and Sister Yuka's are about the same..and also that girl Yasui's are quite..
With his mind filled with wild thoughts, Sasaki Fuyumi knocked on the door.
Knock knock—
"Come in~"
Hearing the familiar voice, the boy's action of turning the doorknob hesitated for a moment, but then he lowered his head and pushed open the door..
Entering the room, because he was looking down, Sasaki didn't quite survey the interior.
But the familiar faint fragrance in the room quietly penetrated the tip of his nose.
Looking up from the computer screen, Ayumi leaned back in her chair and tilted her head to examine the applicant who was looking down.
Although she didn't recognize him, Ayumi, not a serious person by nature, looked the little guy wearing a student uniform, looking quite unconfident in front of her and chuckled encouragingly.
"Don't be nervous. It doesn't matter if you can't speak well. Let me introduce myself first."
"Mm...mm..."
After hearing Ayumi's words, Sasaki, who still had his head lowered, suppressed a smile and hummed a few times.
Waiting until her attention was fully on him, the boy suddenly took a few steps forward and raised his head.
"Wow!"
"Ah!"
Seeing the applicant who suddenly closed the distance and raised his head, Ayumi was startled and almost threw the mouse out of her hand.
But after hearing a burst of familiar laughter, she regained her composure.
It's just before she could even look at the boy's face, a broad palm appeared in front of her forehead, gently arranging her messy burgundy hair.
"Sister Ayumi is so timid."
Hearing the familiar voice again, Ayumi, already knowing who this mischievous boy was, didn't hold back with him.
In order to teach him a lesson, she stood up, her graceful figure evident as she pulled his arm, enveloping his head in her arms.
"Bad boy, how can you scare your sister like that?"
Not paying attention to the contact between the two, Ayumi tucked Sasaki's neck under her arms, stretched out her hand and pressed his head hard.
Feeling the pressure on his neck and the extreme softness coming from the side of his face, the boy, who had known this before, allowed her to vent her anger.
Of course, he also begged for mercy very cooperatively.
"It hurts so much, sister Ayumi, please be gentle..."
It's just that his movements without any struggle made his screams a bit fake.
And Ayumi naturally felt that this naughty boy was taking advantage of her.
But she wad not the kind of girl to get overly shy from a touch.
Feeling that the naughty boy in her embrace was feeling nothing, she gradually increased the pressure on her arms.
Because it was slowly applied as she was constantly monitoring Sasaki's reaction, this slightly prolonged lesson allowed the boy to appreciate even more of Sister Ayumi's generosity.
Although not as much as those at the school, she was more proportionate than them.
'The little ones' were also quite cute.
Sasaki, who had never been picky about this aspect, comforted Sister Ayumi in his heart.
After playing around with each other for a while, Ayumi, who was delicate, weak and already out of strength, let go of her grip and sat weakly on the swivel chair.
There was a trace of sweat on that white forehead, and the girl's generous and slightly rich 'little' chest rose and feel, as she panted heavily.
After glancing at Sasaki, who seemed unfazed, not even a blush on his neck, Ayumi, sitting in the chair, spoke with a hint of annoyance and complaint in her tone.
"You're such a bad boy, you know how to bully you sister, even your pretending isn't convincing at all. You're doing this on purpose to annoy me, aren't you?"
Sitting beside her on the office desk, the boy took out a tissue from his pocket, carefully wiped the sweat from her forehead, tidying up her appearance as he spoke.
"There's no bullying, isn't it because I missed sister Ayumi so much that I came here to see you?"
After comforting her, he smiled and looked at the tissue that was soaked in sweat and became soft, and winked at her teasingly.
"Sister Ayumi sweats so easily, huh? Could it be..."
Look at his meaningful smile and the half of what he said.
Feeling that he was thinking about something bad, Ayumi pinched his thigh angrily.
"Bad guy, what do you want to say?"
.
.
"Sss~"
Sucking in air and pretending to rub the inner thighs, Sasaki lowered his eyes and spoke in a somewhat aggrieved tone.
"I wanted to say whether you drank too much water. What did Sister Ayumi think I was going to say?"
Rolling a glance at the boy who was digging a hole for herself, Ayumi raised her long legs clad in black silk stockings, and lightly kicked the young man sitting on her desk.
"You didn't come here to tease your sister, did you?"
"Isn't it because I missed Sister."
"Nice try. I don't recall telling you that I work here."
Looking down at the little black silk foot that kept kicking his calf, Sasaki brought his legs together, and sandwiched the restless black silk foot between his own legs.
At the same time, he explained the reason why he came here.
"It's the same as what you saw,
I came looking for a part-time job."
Casually pulling at the foot trapped snugly between his legs, Ayumi, regretting her actions a bit, glared at Sasaki, who took every opportunity he could get, her tone carrying a hint of confusion as she asked.
"Part-time?"
Thinking of their previous encounter in the hospital, and remembering that beautiful woman with a capable temperament who also came to visit this bad boy at the hospital, Ayumi, who had assumed Sasaki was from a rich family, winked at him.
"Is this some rich young master's attempt to experience life?"
After saying that, she stretched out her slender fingers and tapped his calf, signaling him to let go of her.
Sasaki, who knew that he could not uncover the tiles before going to the house (Knowing not to push his luck), let go of his calves and let the little fish with black silk stockings leave.
At the same time, he winked at her.
"If Sister Ayumi is willing to support me, then I could indeed be considered a rich young master."