My fiancée's girlfriends all have special skills

Chapter 31 Kitahara Ayano's Soft Fingerstrokes

If we use Qingyou's aesthetic to make a fair assessment, Kitahara Ayano's beauty today is no less than that of Airi.

The forest-style fairy dress perfectly sets off her exquisite figure. Two slightly curled strands of hair hang down from the sides, and her light makeup looks like an apple covered with dew, making people want to feast on it.

She looks like an elegant lady who is easy to bully, but she is just as vicious as Aili!

After activating the time pause, Ayano's face quickly flushed with excitement, as if she had become accustomed to using her superpowers to do extraordinary things, forming some kind of conditioned reflex.

She came to Qingyou and gently stroked Qingyou's face with her fingers.

"She rejected him coldly, but she couldn't hide her panic... It's really great, Qingyou-kun, you are simply the most interesting thing I have ever met in my life, and you have become Aili's husband. Ah, the more I think about it, the more wonderful it is..."

So what is the grudge between you and the eldest lady?
Qingyou was very curious, even more curious about this than "what Shimamura Hitomi would look like after her image transformation."

However, curiosity soon turned into horror, because Ayano then lifted up the hem of her skirt that covered her middle calves, revealing a pair of beautiful legs wrapped in white silk over-the-knee socks.

She was not as tall as Aili, but her proportions were incredibly good, with delicate and flawless curves wrapped in delicate white stockings.

Ayano lifted one foot, kicked off her wedge-heeled shoes, and stepped on Qingyou with the sole of her foot.

"It seems that Ai Li has complained that Qingyou always likes to stare at her feet. Hmm... considering their relationship, this is not strange, so they must be in name only. Then, let me satisfy you, poor Qingyou~"

Say something.

Jade feet, Qingyou really likes them.

During the indulgent days of his previous life, Qingyou always liked to hold and play with the feet of one of his girlfriends during the intervals between fierce battles.

Ayano's sudden attack caught Qingyou off guard. Although her offensive method was extremely clumsy, it still had an excellent effect.

"Ah, the body is very honest. Hmm... Look, Qingyou seems to be enjoying it. I guess Qingyou must have spent every night of the past three years suffering from emptiness. Oh, can I bring Qingyou enough happiness within the time limit of the time stop?"

Ayano has loved talking to herself since she was a child - only when she is alone and there is no one to disturb her. If the elders in the family are around, they will scold her severely.

So she got used to disguise early on, and now it's time to release her nature.

Qingyou had no choice but to hold his breath and endure it with all his might.

He didn't know how long Ayano's time stop limit was, he only knew that if he lost this wrestling match, he would definitely end up socially dead!

It is true that this is Airi's private VIP suite, but she and Hitomi Shimamura are only washing their hair separated by a wall.

However, the more Qingyou thought about this, the more uncontrollable excitement he felt.

Under Ayano's smirk and overwhelming charm, memorizing the law and calming down skills were of no use.

After a long period of endurance, Qingyou suddenly felt the pressure reduced, and the next moment he regained control of his body.

Before she could even catch her breath, Ayano's sinister voice rang out.

"Huh? What is this?"

"..."

"Qiongyou-kun, can you perform that again?" Ayano imitated Qingyou's tone, "I will always be loyal to Chihaya Airi. You may be able to coerce me, but you can never seduce me... Pfft! Qingyou-kun, who was not touched at all, had bad intentions towards me just by dimming the light. How dare you talk about loyalty?"

My big head is the one who is loyal, what does it have to do with my little head?

Even though I feel righteous in my heart, I am too embarrassed to say such nonsense.

Qingyou did not forget to act. He looked down in shock, then sighed helplessly: "Although I don't know what happened, but... I'm sorry, Miss Ayano, I lost my composure. If this causes you to have some misunderstanding, please don't think too much, I really..." "Qingyou, open your eyes and look at the reality." Ayano interrupted, her tone suddenly becoming serious, "Aili treats you like a dog. Even if you have reasons to be a dog, there is no need to be loyal to her. After all, it's a man and a woman who love each other and are willing. What's the problem?"

“But this is unethical.”

"I don't believe you are someone who cares about worldly morals, Qingyou-kun."

As she spoke, Ayano stepped forward, bent her left leg and half-knelt in front of Qingyou, pressing her thigh against him, causing Qingyou to lean back subconsciously. Ayano's hands were pressed on the back of the sofa on both sides of Qingyou's head.

It looked like Qingyou was being "slammed on the sofa" by Ayano.

"You can get the warmth that you can't get from Aili, I promise."

To Qingyou's surprise, Ayano did not do anything outrageous. Instead, she reached out and rubbed Qingyou's head, then gently stroked his ears and chin.

At this moment, Qingyou actually felt a layer of maternal glow in Ayano!

"Just now Qingyou-kun wanted to do nursing care, but was rejected by Aili. It's okay, sister will help you~"

Ayano pulled Qingyou to lie horizontally on the sofa. The latter struggled for a few times and was immediately warned: "If you want your fiancée to hear the noise, please continue to refuse."

"……you are vicious."

Qingyou gave up resisting and lay down like a salted fish.

Ayano looked at him with satisfaction, rubbed Qingyou's cheeks, and actually started to massage his head.

Unlike the regular massage that Qingyou gave to Airi, Ayano's hands were very light in strength, but the touch was as comfortable as the gentle flow of water.

This, is this the legendary soft finger stroke?
"When I was seven years old, my mother started to teach me how to practice finger strokes. I had to practice with my mother's head, saying that this would please my future husband... She also allowed me to learn painting because she saw the so-called artistic atmosphere in me and thought it would increase her daughter's value in the eyes of her future husband's family."

Ayano kept talking to herself, not seeming to care whether Qingyou was listening carefully or not.

The exquisite craftsmanship has become muscle memory, gently plucking, twisting, wiping and picking.

Qingyou couldn't help but hum comfortably and praised, "Excellent craftsmanship."

"Right, Qingyou-kun likes it too."

"Your parents are very concerned about your marriage?"

"I am their only daughter, so of course they want to use me to gain the greatest benefit."

"But they want you to run the gallery."

"You don't really believe what Aili said, that the gallery is the most important industry of the Kitahara family? That's just her consolation... no, it should be said that she pity, or she thinks that with my ability, I can only manage a gallery at best." Kitahara Ayano smiled helplessly, "That's just a facade in the art circle. The real trading center, which is the foundation, has been planned for my younger brother to inherit."

"Wait, when did you have a brother?" Qingyou asked curiously, "If I remember correctly, Miss Kitahara is an only child."

"A bastard. The child of my father and another woman."

The dim lounge fell into a brief silence. Through the curtains, the chirping of spring insects could be faintly heard outside. On the other side, the cheerful voices of Airi and Shimamura Hitomi talking floated into her ears along the short L-shaped corridor.

Her fingers rubbed Qingyou's ears in a rhythm that stimulated her nerves.

After completing a set of finger strokes, Qingyou opened his mouth to say something, but Ayano spoke first.

"I don't blame my father, because this kind of thing is really exciting, isn't it?" Ayano bent her index finger and tapped Qingyou's head, "Even a special man like Qingyou-kun can't refuse, right?"

(End of this chapter)