If Kosaka Kyosuke Had a Saber Face

It's embarrassing when something goes wrong.

He opened his mouth to persuade, but he was afraid that Yukinoshita would think he was sexually harassing him, so he closed his mouth again.

Frowning slightly, he struggled mentally.

By the way, if Yukinoshita really dripped something on the way because he was wearing a short skirt on this day, wouldn't he die of embarrassment?

It's better to remind.

After all, we met once.

So Kyosuke ran towards Yukino in three steps and two steps, sweating on his forehead on a hot day.

Quite sincere.

"Yukishita!" First she yelled loudly, then leaned into Yukinoshita's ear who turned her head in doubt, and whispered: "Don't wear short skirts on this day."

Xue Nai's delicate and small earlobes were dyed bright red, but she didn't dodge, "Da Da" stopped in her tracks: "... What day? Is there anything special about it? I didn't pay much attention."

Kyosuke also didn't know whether this cute girl who looked at him with eyelashes flickering in confusion didn't understand what he meant, or didn't know what to pay attention to at this time of the month.

It should be the former, or how did she come here for so many years?

Kyosuke was also a little embarrassed, but when it came to this point, he must explain clearly: "I mean, don't you bleed during these few days of the month? Wouldn't it be terrible to wear a short skirt?"

"...Bleeding?" Xue Nai repeated in a low voice, frowning her beautiful eyebrows and froze for a second or two, then it was visible to the naked eye that the bright red that originally only occupied the white and tender earlobe was like a contagious virus in Plague Inc., swish It spread to the pinna, and then the whole pretty face.

"You, you, you, what are you talking about!"

The small breasts under the fashionable loose short sleeves undulated slightly.

Actually, I took a deep breath.

"...Takasaka-san doesn't have any female friends, but she knows such things very well. But you misunderstood, I'm not here these days."

Then turned around to face Kyosuke, only a slight blush remained on her pretty face without makeup, her light-colored thin lips were slightly parted, and she spoke in a gentle tone as if she didn't care:

"look……"

A blue tendon popped up on the white instep, and the calf muscles as thin as ivory pulsated, and the tender milk jelly-style thigh meat twisted out beautiful muscle lines, and the whole leg tensed instantly, lifting off the ground. The laces of his flat shoes took off sand-like dust, gliding through the air with a beautiful trajectory and heading straight to Kyosuke's cheek.

Kyosuke's eyes drifted over the water-blue fabric in the raised skirt.

Fuck!Why didn't I know that there is an upper kick in Aikido!

124 Yukinoshita Yukino is not heartless ([-])

The draped chiffon pleated skirt fits the top of the thighs, and is lifted up by the high kick. The water blue light-colored underwear that wraps the round buttocks is exposed in front of Kyousuke, and the hamstrings protruding from it The thighs are bulging, and the edge of the panties is slightly stretched, making people want to take a bite.

Kyosuke stared at Yukino Furui Mubo's beautiful eyes with dead fish eyes.

To be able to kick so high, it seems that I was thinking too much, not that day.

Of course, Kyosuke understands that Yukino's "Look" refers to "Look at how high I can kick" rather than "Hey! Look at my panties!!".

The upper of the flat shoes and the handicraft-like ankle "huh" stood still beside Kyosuke's ear, and the surging air blew the fine strands of hair on his forehead.

Yukino also stared into his eyes.

"...Why don't you hide?"

Kyosuke tilted his head and looked at Yukino's feet firmly in the air with interest, the insteps not covered by flat shoes were like ice and snow.

"You didn't really want to kick me, just look at your eyes."

As he said that, out of the corner of Kyosuke's eyes, he caught a glimpse of passers-by who were turning their heads to look this way.

So she stretched out her hand "swish", and covered the side of Yukino's underwear from a distance.

block the sight of pedestrians.

Yukino first followed Kyosuke's gaze subconsciously, noticing that someone was looking at her, and hurriedly tried to pull her legs back to prevent them from getting naked, but landed on Kyosuke's palm.

The white thigh meat was squeezed so that it sank slightly.

The delicate touch of silk wraps Kyosuke's palm. Yukino's flesh is much cooler than in the hot weather, and it is soft in his hand, and he just wants to hold it like this and not let go.

"...Have you touched enough?"

The ice-cold voice made Kyosuke shudder, and hastily withdrew his hand, and then the ice beauty swayed her black hair like a waterfall and put her feet back on the ground.

She regained her ladylike posture.

Slender hands adjusted the short skirt.

Kyousuke felt very embarrassed and wanted to say something to resolve it.

"Under the snow, your feet stink."

Xue Nai's big ink-colored freehand eyes widened, she never thought that this guy would dare to die after being like this.

But then he asked softly with some unconfidence: "...Does it really, really stink? I obviously washed it well..."

Kyousuke thought to himself that this is the difference between beautiful and handsome guys and people like him.

Because I have good conditions, I will pay more attention to image issues. On the contrary, if it is a person like him who has no image at all, either he doesn't care at all, or he sticks it under other people's nose "you smell it again" .

So he smiled proudly: "I'm just joking."