If Kosaka Kyosuke Had a Saber Face

Yukino, who was very sensitive because her body was rarely touched by others, subconsciously clamped Bai Nen's arms, allowing Kyosuke's palms and backs to fully feel the warmth of her armpits.

Kyosuke held Yukino's armpit and handed her to Yui, who was also cautious, and then withdrew his hand from Yukino's armpit with a "swish".

Because Yukino exhausted her strength, even if she clamped her big arms under conditioned reflex, she didn't have much strength. Kyosuke easily rubbed the soft flesh on the side of Yukino's small chest and pulled her hand away, still half agitated. The snow girl with her eyes closed let out a soft cry.

"ahh"

Kyosuke and Yui, who were lucky enough to hear the voice squeezed out of the soft throat, were so delicate.

Yui hugged Yukino face to face, her fleshy little hands seemed to be holding some precious porcelain, she turned her body slightly so that Yukino could lie in her arms more comfortably, and then glanced at the aggressive but still patient opponent in the opposite field. Waiting impatiently for her to take Yukino's Yuiko away, she turned her head and nodded at Kyosuke, pursing her lips.

The soft and fluffy Xue Nao was hugged slowly to the shade of the tree next to the tennis court, just like this, with the warm and soft plump breasts of the pink hair balls on her pillow.

Kyosuke looked at the opposite field, ignored the apologetic Hayama, and calmly set his eyes on Yuiko, who was obviously not enjoying himself.

There was no ups and downs in his voice: "As a member of the tennis club, I don't recognize your qualifications to teach our ministers. It only takes one person to teach our ministers. Yukinoshita's strength is recognized, and your doubles Winning her doesn't prove that everyone is better than her in singles. At least, beating me."

This passage is indeed logical from a rational point of view, but any student who stood behind Yumeko and watched the battle without daring to say a word could see that he was obviously helping that Yuki.

However, Yumiko, who is fighting hard or hasn't played enough, is completely desperate, with a wanton smile on her sweaty but still beautiful face: "After all, we still have to fight, why waste so much talk?" .”

161 Yukinoshita Yukino Never Backs Down ([-])

"After all, we still have to fight, why waste so many words."

Kyosuke tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, full of anger. The boys and girls who were huddled in the tennis court on the opposite side saw the expression of this notorious guy showing such a bad boy, and they all felt that it matched the impression in their hearts, and even Many people also think that there is an inexplicable handsomeness.

Hayama frowned with his handsome brows and looked worriedly at Yukino, who was taking a nap in the shade of a tree. Saika, who had soft short hair, was fanning the exhausted girl with Yui, while the fat classmate who didn't know his name was panting heavily. Qi was lying on the lawn beside him, and he almost called out for medical soldiers.

The field of vision was slightly darker, and when he raised his head, thick dark clouds slowly floated over to cover the sun.

The rare blond good man who felt a little helpless turned his head to look at Yumiko who was concentrating on playing tennis, then nodded at Kyousuke as a greeting, then turned and walked out of the tennis court.

Kyosuke bent down to pick up the tennis racket that Yukino dropped on the green field, and felt a little slippery while holding the handle.

A little sweat from the sweat glands under Yukino's tender palm still remained on it, the sweat was already cold, and it slowly warmed up again when it touched Kyosuke's hand.

Yumiko waited until the guy she didn't know at all wiped the handle on his clothes, then said in a deep voice, "That's the beginning."

Kyosuke tilted his head and nodded, still standing there laxly holding the racket like a gangster.

Seeing that he didn't intend to change his posture, Yumiko didn't bother to waste time talking with him, she bent down slightly and patted the tennis ball on the ground.

There were some calluses in the palms of the slender hands painted with orange nail polish from playing tennis often, and the green tennis ball was "bang bang" on the ground until it was the roundest moment when it was thrown to the top of the head, and at the same time Yumiko straightened up instantly, The well-developed chest was pulled up a beat later, and a pair of heavy fruits squeezed against the tight short-sleeved chest, revealing a touch of pink with lace.

The mature and fashionable girl raised her arms, and when she jumped to the highest point, she paused suddenly, and charged for a moment, her juicy chest continued to bounce upwards under the inertia, stretching the fabric on her chest out of two hemispheres, driving The whole top floated up a little, revealing a slightly fleshy but still flat belly.

There was a crisp sound of "pop" and the tennis ball came out in response.

Not only the boys and girls standing behind Yumiko holding their breath, but even Caijia, Yui and others who stood in her opposite camp felt that the series of serving movements were professional and pleasing to the eye.

Only Kyosuke, who was still holding the racket obliquely, noticed: Wouldn't it hurt to have such a big breast dangling around?What if you use too much strength and accidentally throw one out and hit someone?

Compared to Yumiko Kyosuke, who had beads of sweat on his cheeks and was at the peak of his fighting spirit, he was a bit out of place as an opponent. This guy who was standing there in a daze when the tennis ball was about to pass over the net in the middle had only a trace of his clothes on his body. There were traces of sweat, and it was Yukino's sweat on the racket.The leisurely look does not look like he is going to play a ball game at all.

The noise on the tennis court was reduced to a minimum at this moment, no one cheered or cheered, and everyone watched with bated breath how this foolish guy would deal with this professional shot.

Ayaka, who had bent down on her knees to fan Yukino, couldn't help but stop the movement of her hands, and her callused little hands in the same position as Yumiko subconsciously clenched the front of her chest.

As the person who played tennis with Kyosuke the most, he actually didn't know Kyosuke's strength.

Every time Caijia played tennis with her rare male friend after school, she would feel that he hadn't tried his best.It's not that I didn't run with all my strength or didn't fight with all my strength, but that I relied too much on physical qualities such as strength and speed, and deliberately didn't use any skills.

Taking the heaviest steps, swinging the racket in the most stupid way, completely discarding the technical elements, and this classmate and fellow student's physical fitness is extremely poor, so he always sweats profusely and tired after a while Like a dead dog.

Caijia once asked Kyosuke: "Takasaka-san, why do you always act so clumsy on purpose?"

He still remembered the rare apologetic smile of this friend who was always depressed after he finished asking, and when he played tennis again later, he felt that Kyosuke's skill level was on par with his own.

Ayaka stared at Kyosuke's back, and gently twirled the hair near her ear with her slender fingers.

Probably Kosaka-san started to improve his physical fitness, but later felt that this would ruin my tennis experience, so he improved his technical level to the point where he could come and go with me.

However, I always feel that Kosaka-san's posture of holding the racket and running is not like playing tennis, but more like the... wielding a sword and moving around on TV?

Ayaka stood quietly beside the tennis court where the dark clouds above her head seemed to be approaching night suddenly, her beautiful eyes like a girl's were watching the back of Yumiko who seemed to have no regard for her on the court.

The little heart seemed to be filled with something, and the three words [he will lose] were squeezed into nothing.

Kosaka-san will definitely win!

The gradually darkening sky suddenly brightened, and the rapidly spinning tennis ball had completely passed the net.

"Boom!"

There was loud thunder in the air, and some boys watching the battle shrank subconsciously, and many girls were so frightened that they grabbed the arms of those around them.

The originally hot air turned into flowing wind and cooled down.

Kyosuke bent down suddenly, and the speed was so fast that all the students on the field who stared at him until their eyes were sore thought that he had disappeared in an instant.

The inconspicuous young man who was sluggish before brought up all his energy during a thunderstorm, leaned over his body and sprinted to the landing point of the tennis ball in a movement that almost slid on the ground.

Dark clouds all over the sky wiped out the noon into night, and the wind "whistled" swept through.

Kyosuke's fleeting figure on the ground is like a shadow that escapes from the gate of the underworld.

There was a screeching sound from the friction between the soles of the shoes and the court, and the hem of the clothes that was ripped by the wind suddenly stopped. At this time, the spectators and Yumiko who were stunned by the loss of the target found his existence along the sound.