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Chapter 181 Please, Get Out

Natsume Weichuan's palms gently held the two petals, through the cloth, causing the arc in the center to sometimes expand outward and sometimes retract.

The juicier and more delicious the peach is, the more care it needs.

Natsume Weichuan felt that his fingers were about to sink into the scorching temperature, and the breath exhaled from his mouth also burned Tachibana Miyuki's pretty face, making it red and sweaty, and her slender white neck shrank.

"This is not good, Sister Tachibana."

Natsume Yuikawa noticed some of her subtle movements, and finally regained consciousness and reminded Tachibana Miyuki in her ear: "Don't resist now, just relax naturally. Please believe me, I am a professional in relieving fatigue and reducing stress."

Bah, who would believe your nonsense?

A glimmer of clarity flashed across Tachibana Miyuki's hazy eyes, and she spat inwardly in annoyance.

Professional fatigue relief? That sounds good. I think she is an expert in buttocks massage.

Tachibana Miyuki thought to herself, but her body obediently relaxed as Natsume Yuikawa instructed, swaying slightly with some force.

"Yeah, Natsume, that's enough. It's still working hours. No matter how relaxed I am, I have to be on guard in my heart to see if anyone comes over. That won't work."

Tachibana Miyuki's voice was soft and gentle, as if it moistened the heart along with it, flowing into the ears like a warm spring, making people feel comfortable from the bottom of their hearts.

So, Natsume Yuikawa turned Tachibana Miyuki over, looking directly at that pretty face that had completely lost its usual dignity and composure, and asked teasingly, "Is that really the case? Why do I always feel like Sister Tachibana is looking forward to someone coming over?"

"What are you talking about, you bad boy?"

Tachibana Miyuki's consciousness, which had been scattered due to comfort, suddenly became more focused. She denied it decisively, "If someone else saw me like this, I would not be able to continue to run a shop here in the future."

"Then why don't we just keep it secret from people? I'll do it very covertly."

It was very rare for Natsume Weichuan to go against Tachibana Miyuki's wishes. At this moment, he was like a child who had got a new toy and was reluctant to let go. As he spoke, he became more and more aggressive.

His fingers grasped the two petals tightly, almost sinking into them. With Natsume Weichuan's efforts, the plump and juicy flesh was soon separated into a very obvious depression, enough for one to almost stick his entire face onto it.

However, this seems a bit too stimulating for Tachibana Miyuki, and she probably won't be able to accept it in a short period of time.

Natsume Yuikawa maintained the last bit of rationality, and Tachibana Miyuki did the same before she completely fell.

"What you mean by this is..."

After listening to what Natsume Weichuan said, she suddenly realized something and turned her eyes towards the store entrance.

The questioning words stopped halfway, because at this point even if he didn't ask, the scene he saw was enough to explain the facts.

Someone really came.

And the person who came was a regular customer, Mrs. Yamamoto who lived in a nearby community.

Tachibana Miyuki suddenly became nervous. She pushed away Natsume Yuikawa's rebellious hands and spoke sternly with a stern face.

"Natsume, please let go quickly. If you don't let go, I will be angry."

[Let go? Ha, a woman who says one thing and means another, even her acting skills are so bad at this moment. You saw through Tachibana Miyuki's fierce appearance at a glance. As for whether to expose her or accept it, it depends on whether you tend to be passive or active in the future. ]

Does this hint mean that the next choice may affect the outcome?

Natsume Weichuan immediately understood that, if nothing unexpected happened, if he submissively accepted it, he would definitely end up being captured. As for refusing, that would mean he was really taking the initiative.

After a brief consideration, Natsume Weichuan decided to make his own choice. He did not let go of his hand immediately, but instead extended a finger and gently rubbed it on the beautifully curved crack.

"Natsume, you! Uh haha."

Tachibana Miyuki didn't expect Natsume Yuikawa to become even more aggressive. She wanted to continue scolding him, but she didn't expect that after feeling an itch, she couldn't help laughing.

With this smile, the stern face she had just put on to pretend to be angry could no longer be maintained. However, seeing that Mrs. Yamamoto was approaching, Tachibana Miyuki was so anxious that tears were about to come out, so she had to soften and begged bitterly:

"Natsume, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have said that I felt troubled hanging out with you. In fact, I was expecting you to let go every day."

"That's right."

Natsume Weichuan nodded with satisfaction.

"Yeah, then can you let go of my hand?" Tachibana Miyuki looked at Natsume Yuikawa with anticipation with her moist peach blossom eyes.

Natsume Weichuan stared at her for a while, and finally grinned, revealing a row of white teeth, "Sorry, I can't."

"what?"

How could Tachibana Miyuki have expected that Natsume Yuikawa would say this? He should be a smart man, but has he really never thought about what the consequences would be if outsiders saw this?

"To easily forgive someone who made a mistake is a form of indulgence. I remember Sister Tachibana told me this, right?"

Natsume Weichuan met Tachibana Miyuki's surprised gaze without any hesitation, and finally slowly squatted down.

Hiding in the blind spot of the counter that could not be seen from the outside, Natsume Yuikawa could no longer see Tachibana Miyuki's face. At the level of his eyes was the hem of her skirt that he had just wrinkled, revealing some of the garter stockings underneath.

Raising his face, his vision was somewhat dark because of a pair of soft and huge shadows blocking the top. Natsume Weichuan maintained this state and said, "Tachibana-sister, you should also know that you can't see me from the outside if you hide here. As long as you don't reveal anything unusual, there will be no problem at all. This is a small punishment from me to Tachibana-sister, please make sure to stick to it."

"I"

It was too late for Tachibana Miyuki to refuse, because the door curtain of the convenience store rustled and Mrs. Yamamoto walked in carrying her own shopping bags.

"Welcome."

Tachibana Miyuki greeted hurriedly and gave a fairly standard bow.

"Hey? I've been coming here all the time, so we're already acquaintances. Miss Tachibana, you don't have to be like this. It's hard work for you to run the store every day."

Mrs. Yamamoto said somewhat flattered.

"No, this is what I should do. How can I not welcome you warmly just because we are familiar with each other?"

Tachibana Miyuki still had her head lowered, with beads of sweat already appearing on her forehead.

It's not that she didn't want to look up, but she knew in her heart that after enduring Natsume Yuikawa's mischief, her cheeks must be full of blush. If she raised her face before calming down, Mrs. Yamamoto would definitely arouse suspicion if she saw it.

Mrs. Yamamoto has a very good personality and can get along with almost anyone, but no one is perfect, and she still has a rather fatal flaw, which is that she is too talkative.

There is no way to keep any secrets at all. If she knew about it, it would be like shouting around the street with a loudspeaker. It would spread everywhere eventually anyway.

What should I do? What should I do? Beads of sweat gathered and flowed down the lines of her face. Tachibana Miyuki tried hard to recall how she had communicated with Mrs. Yamamoto in the past. This was the best solution she could think of at the moment.

While she was struggling with this inner struggle, Tachibana Miyuki suddenly felt the straps of her garter stockings being gently pulled twice.

His eyes dropped downwards, but what he saw was her high-raised neckline.

Keeping a normal standing posture, I couldn't see Natsume Yuikawa's face, but the most terrible thing was that his voice could still be heard in a low voice.

"Sister Tachibana, Mrs. Yamamoto must be here at this time to prepare a lunch box for her husband who is working overtime tonight. You should introduce her to the lunch boxes that are on sale today."

"Eh? That's right."

After hearing what Natsume Yuikawa said, Tachibana Miyuki seemed to suddenly become clear-headed and understood everything in an instant. Even the nervousness was thrown behind her and disappeared.

"Mrs. Yamamoto, we have new flavors of bento in the store today, and..."

Tachibana Miyuki raised her face, and her complexion had returned to its former dignity and grace. There was still a hint of blush that had not faded yet, and it looked more like a natural look under makeup, so no one would doubt it.

"Okay, I get it, but unfortunately, I don't want to buy a ready-made bento today."

Mrs. Yamamoto replied with a friendly smile.

"If these are not enough, there is more. Hey, what did you just say?"

Tachibana Miyuki was still repeating what she remembered, and for a moment she was unable to react to this turn of events.

"I said, I don't want a ready-made lunch box today."

Mrs. Yamamoto did not feel offended. The smile on her face not only did not fade, but became even more obvious.

"Because today is the 20th anniversary of my relationship with him. Even though he certainly doesn't remember it, since I still remember it, I can't just muddle through and treat it well. So, I want to personally prepare a sumptuous dinner for him, just like I did at the beginning."

As Mrs. Yamamoto spoke, her bright eyes narrowed into slits of happiness.

"So that's how it is. Congratulations. If you need any ingredients, they are over there. They were just shipped in recently and are very fresh."

Tachibana Miyuki continued to guide Mrs. Yamamoto, but deep in her heart, she was secretly envious.

We have known each other for twenty years and are still so happy. There is no need to hide anything and we can tell others openly. What will our future be like?

If I want to be with Natsume Yuikawa openly, it means I have to get through her family's approval. But I am twelve years older than him.

And even if we ignore age, I still have a relationship as an old friend with his family.

"I treat you as a good sister, but you want to seduce my son?"

When she thought about being asked such a question, Tachibana Miyuki felt so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

"Sister Tachibana, why aren't you moving?"

Just when Tachibana Miyuki was daydreaming, Natsume Yuikawa's voice came again in a low voice.

"I almost forgot this bad boy was still here."

Tachibana Miyuki was frightened and shivered for a moment, then she raised her foot and kicked forward slightly in annoyance, lowering her voice and saying, "How long do you want to hide? Come out now."

"Don't be so impatient."

Tachibana Miyuki's toes touched Natsume Yuikawa's calf. It didn't hurt or itch, but it instead aroused some bad ideas in the latter's mind. As he spoke, he stretched out his hand.

"Mrs. Yamamoto has difficulty making choices, so when she usually chooses bento, she simply chooses the one with the biggest discount that day. If she wants to buy groceries this time, she will definitely ask you, so I can't come out yet."

Natsume Yuikawa's palm was placed on the distinct instep of Tachibana Miyuki's foot, and went up along the texture of the stockings, over the ankle, climbing up the calf, and finally reaching inside, hooking up his fingers, and moving his fingertips back and forth on the surface.

"Well"

She shuddered on the spot as if she had received an electric shock. She pursed her lips tightly and quickly supported herself on the edge of the table with both hands, fearing that she would fall down due to exhaustion.

She endured it silently, and looked anxiously in the direction of Mrs. Yamamoto, only to find that she had just turned her eyes away from the shelves filled with various ingredients and was looking over here.

"Um. Excuse me, which ingredients are fresher than others?"

I see. Now that the discount is gone, do you plan to use this as a criterion for making multiple-choice questions?

Tachibana Miyuki couldn't help but mutter in her heart, she didn't expect Natsume Yuikawa to be so meticulous, because even she, who had opened the store for a longer time, didn't notice these details.

"The one in front of you was all shipped in on the same day. It's very fresh. It's left over from last time. Um. There will be a discount."

Tachibana Miyuki was sitting there answering questions quite calmly, but at the end, her voice became unnatural and muffled, as if she was restraining something.

Who else but Natsume Yuikawa could have caused such a situation?

His fingers found the edge of the garter stockings that Miyuki Tachibana was wearing and moved in little by little. Surrounded by the smooth fabric and soft, delicate skin, warm pressure came from all sides, leaving almost no gaps.

“Where’s the discount?”

Mrs. Yamamoto's eyes suddenly lit up as if she had found a life-saving straw.

"It's on your left, a little further in."

Natsume Yuikawa did as he was told.

"A little further in."

Mrs. Yamamoto muttered, took two steps inside, then turned around and pointed at the white melon in front of her and said, "Is this it?"

"No."

Tachibana Miyuki's eyes were moist, she bit her rosy lips and shook her head with difficulty, "It needs to go a little deeper."

"Okay, then go a little further in."

After repeating it once, Natsume Yuikawa continued to act according to Tachibana Miyuki's instructions, and the fingertips that had just entered parted the fabric of the stockings and moved inside.

This time it was not so easy. Just after moving forward a little, we encountered unprecedented resistance.

(End of this chapter)