novellhall 43. Haruka-san is practically my mother.
43. Haruka-san is practically my mother.
(Oh no, this chapter has been taken down by Shen He!)
In the quiet alley, Aoyama Genji's pace noticeably quickened.
Haruka Minatsuki lay quietly on his back, occasionally letting out a restrained groan due to the friction between their bodies.
The tingling sensation from her inner thighs made her ears feel a little hot.
She could hardly believe that Aoyama Genji, who usually seemed so refined and even deliberately kept his distance from her, would so cruelly run his fingertips across her sensitive skin.
This can't go on.
Haruka Minatsuki relaxed her clenched fist, her fingers seemingly unconsciously stroking Genji Aoyama's neck and collarbone, feeling a slight tremor from her fingertips.
Amidst her shame and anger at being manipulated, she also felt a touch of smugness.
"That wicked woman."
A ticklish motion slid across his neck, and the subtle sensation made Genji Aoyama grit his teeth.
Haruka Minatsuki has an elegant and gentle appearance, and a great figure.
Her waist was slender, yet generous in the right places (chest), (hips), and her legs exuded youthful vitality.
The touch from behind was incredibly soft, and with each step, the warmth seeped through the fabric.
Genji Aoyama lowered his eyelids, looking at the pair of fair arms wrapped around his neck. What surged in his heart was not just simple desire, but also a desire to destroy the mask of this bad woman, whether it was gentle or elegant.
He wasn't familiar with Omotesando, so of course he didn't know where there were any cold drink shops.
What I just said was like Cao Cao's attempt to quench his thirst by looking at plums; it was just to make Haruka Minatsuki endure for a while longer.
So that he can repay this wicked woman even more.
Fortunately, not long after, he actually found a coffee shop in the alley.
The exposed cement walls are distinctive yet understated. Tables, chairs, and a large parasol are placed at the entrance, giving it a stylish look.
"I'll go buy an ice cup first."
Genji Aoyama gently placed Haruka Minatsuki down on a chair in front of the small round table.
"Ah, wait a moment, Genji-kun."
Haruka Minatsuki took a handkerchief from her elegant bag, rested one hand on the round table, and leaned forward slightly. "You must be tired from carrying me all this time. Let me wipe your sweat."
As she spoke, she gently raised her arm and began to wipe Genji Aoyama's temples and forehead with a soft touch.
When Aoyama Genji lowered his eyes, he could see Minatsuki Haruka's face. Her elegant and beautiful face was slightly flushed, and her lips held her usual gentle smile.
He did have a light sweat on his face, but it wasn't from being tired.
"No, it's just that it's my first time carrying a beautiful girl on my back, so I'm naturally a little nervous."
After Haruka Minatsuki finished wiping, Genji Aoyama seemed shy and fled into the coffee shop.
Haruka Minatsuki glanced at his back, then looked around the street. After making sure no one was around, she picked up her handkerchief, brought it to her nose, and gently sniffed it.
Then, expressionless, she put the handkerchief into her bag.
About a minute later, Genji Aoyama came out with an ice cup. Haruka Minatsuki bent down and folded her socks down slightly.
"I'll do it."
Genji Aoyama smiled, his handsome face exuding a unique charm of a beautiful young man, giving those who saw him the illusion of being favored.
Haruka Minatsuki paused for a second.
Genji Aoyama squatted down and knelt on one knee.
Unconsciously, his fingers traced the curves of Minatsuki Haruka's calves, finally gently pressing against her ankle through her white socks with lace trim.
"Miss Haruka, is this the right spot?"
A gentle, ticklish motion brushed against the relatively sensitive area, causing her toes to curl slightly inside her shoe.
Seeing Genji Aoyama kneel on one knee as if swearing allegiance, Haruka Minatsuki felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction and even a joy of accomplishment.
"This is the place. I'll leave it to you then."
She began to look forward to Genji Aoyama's future performance.
Her slender, fair ankles were grasped by Genji Aoyama and then gently lifted up.
The warmth of his palm was transmitted to her skin without any hindrance.
"...Genji-kun?" Haruka Minatsuki steadied herself and looked at Genji Aoyama with feigned composure.
"If it gets wet, it won't be comfortable to wear, right, Haruka-san?"
As he spoke, Genji Aoyama was already taking action, saying, "It's definitely better to take off your shoes."
He grabbed Haruka Minatsuki's ankle with one hand and gently took off her shoes with the other.
The shoes were taken off, revealing small feet wrapped in white cotton socks.
The socks were very short, barely covering her ankles, with an intricate lace trim around the edge, tightly binding her slender ankles, giving her an innocent yet alluring look.
Genji Aoyama's fingers brushed across her instep intentionally or unintentionally, then lingered on the lace trim of her socks.
He pulled his socks down halfway, revealing his heels and half of his fair soles.
Finally, Genji Aoyama grasped Haruka Minatsuki's forefoot. The cotton socks felt wonderful, and her foot was just the right amount of softness, but her playful toes seemed to curl up even more intensely.
"Please bear with me for a moment, Ms. Haruka."
He glanced at Haruka Minatsuki, who was covering her mouth with her hand and trying her best to keep quiet, and felt a sense of relief.
He gently tickled the sole of her foot with his fingers again.
"what……"
The feet are rich in nerves and are also a private area.
Haruka Minatsuki's feet were also very sensitive. The strange sensation coming from the soles of her feet made her unable to hold back, and strange sounds escaped from between her toes.
"Are you alright, Haruka-san?"
Genji Aoyama raised his head.
"It's alright, Genji-kun, please continue..." Haruka Minatsuki's voice sounded somewhat flustered.
Not only the soles of the feet, but also the rhythm was completely controlled.
Her treasure has devoured its owner!
Haruka Minatsuki felt intense shame and annoyance.
However, Genji Aoyama seemed to have no intention of letting Haruka Minatsuki off the hook; he began pressing ice cups against her ankles.
"Ah—um..."
The cool touch made Haruka Minatsuki's toes clench suddenly beneath her cotton socks, instinctively trying to regain control of her feet.
But Genji Aoyama's strong hand firmly grasped her forefoot, and he even had the strength to beckon her with his fingers.
"If you sprain your ankle, you should apply an ice pack. Don't move around too much, Haruka-san."
Genji Aoyama's gaze was focused and earnest.
His hand was secretly making small movements under his feet, while his other hand was intentionally or unintentionally tickling the soles of Minatsuki Haruka's feet.
Haruka Minatsuki clenched her teeth tightly, and her slender white hands went from lightly covering her mouth to covering it tightly.
Even so, soft moans still escaped from her tightly closed lips.
Throughout the process, it seemed as if Genji Aoyama was teasing her, causing her emotions to cycle between relaxation and tension.
Fifteen minutes later, Haruka Minatsuki, who usually maintained her elegance at all times, had her graceful and gentle face completely covered with a blush.
His body felt weak and trembled slightly, and he was even powerless to resist Genji Aoyama's manipulation.
She already regretted it—she hadn't twisted her ankle at all; she just wanted Genji Aoyama to get close to her and be captivated by her charm.
However, Haruka Minatsuki did not expect that Genji Aoyama's smooth combo was both logical and left her powerless to resist.
"Are you feeling any better?"
Genji Aoyama placed the melted ice cup on the table, then looked at Haruka Minatsuki with a harmless gaze.
"Hmm... I'm almost there, I should be able to walk now." Haruka Minatsuki's voice was soft and weak, as if she was trying her best to maintain her usual demeanor.
After saying that, she forced herself to stand up from the chair, but the soreness from the soles of her feet to her thighs made it impossible for her to stand up smoothly. As if she had lost her balance, she fell weakly toward Genji Aoyama.
Genji Aoyama caught Haruka Minatsuki steadily, the soft touch washing over his chest, but his eyes were fixed on the system interface.
Aside from the status changing to embarrassment and annoyance, the progress remained unchanged.
"It seems to be quite serious."
Genji Aoyama looked at Haruka Minatsuki, who was nestled in his arms, his tone tinged with regret, but his arms firmly supported her slender waist, showing no intention of letting go.
"Miss Haruka, shall I continue carrying you?"
I heard the boy's voice in my ear, gentle and concerned.
No, no need.
Haruka Minatsuki felt a surge of shame again. She bit her lower lip and managed to stand up with the help of Genji Aoyama's arm.
If things continued like this, she felt she would be completely controlled by Genji Aoyama. She felt she had to do something to regain control.
For example... to imbue him with your own taste from head to toe.
"Genji-kun has just arrived in Tokyo, so he must not be familiar with the area yet, right?"
"Yes."
Haruka Minatsuki's script wasn't actually sprained; she just rested for a while and returned to normal. Seeing Genji Aoyama nod, she continued:
"I often come to Omotesando to shop, and there are a few nice boutique menswear stores there. Shall I take Genji to check them out?"
"Okay, I'll do whatever you say, Miss Haruka."
Genji Aoyama simply smiled.
Next, guided by Haruka Minatsuki, he arrived at a boutique menswear store in Omotesando.
Once inside the store, Haruka Minatsuki was even more enthusiastic than Genji Aoyama. Her eyes darted over the clothes racks and mannequins, and she examined each garment to feel the texture of the fabric.
Finally, Haruka Minatsuki selected a warm white cotton shirt, then held it up to Genji Aoyama's upper body, seemingly nodding in satisfaction.
"Genji-kun would look really handsome in that." She smiled gently.
Genji Aoyama took the clothes and sighed inwardly.
He knew this woman would definitely offer to help him choose clothes.
"Miss Haruka, I just wanted to buy some casual summer clothes. Isn't this a bit too formal?"
"I don't think my taste is bad. Genji-kun will definitely like it after he tries it."
"Sir, your girlfriend has excellent taste," the saleswoman chimed in at the opportune moment. "I think you would look great in this shirt."
Haruka Minatsuki covered her mouth and giggled, looking very happy: "Since she said so, Genji-kun, why don't you give it a try first~"
Her voice also carried a hint of a young girl's coquettishness.
Oh well, it's just a piece of clothing—and this woman will definitely insist on paying for it.
Just buy what you need to wear at the same time.
"Since you've all said so, I'll give it a try." Aoyama Genji stopped insisting and took the clothes into the fitting room.
When he came out of the fitting room, the saleswoman's eyes lit up: "Sir, this shirt is practically tailor-made for you!"
Haruka Minatsuki walked over with a smile, thoughtfully straightening Genji Aoyama's cuffs, then gently brushing her hand across his collarbone to fasten the top button.
She stood on tiptoe to smooth her collar before tilting her head slightly and asking, "What does Genji-kun think?"
"Miss Haruka has good taste; I like her very much."
Genji Aoyama praised the mirror from the bottom of his heart.
It must be said that Haruka Minatsuki has excellent taste, which can be seen from her clothing.
The dress she wore today featured openwork lace at the neckline, three-dimensional lace decorations on the chest, a matching satin ribbon bow at the waist, and lace trim and pretty pleats at the hem.
The overall design is quite glamorous, and when worn by Haruka Minatsuki, it perfectly accentuates her elegant and sophisticated demeanor.
The shirt she chose for Genji Aoyama was made of cotton, making it very soft and comfortable to wear. Its warm white color gave him a gentle yet refined and noble air.
If you then stubbornly insist that you don't like it, it will seem like you're just being argumentative.
"Shall we try something else?"
While he was changing, Haruka Minatsuki had already picked out clothes for him, including some for summer.
"Suddenly I feel..." Genji Aoyama laughed, "Miss Haruka is practically my mother."
It's both a complaint and a compliment.
"Silly child, what are you talking about?" Haruka Minatsuki glared at Genji Aoyama with displeasure, a unique charm in her eyes. "I'm only half a year older than Genji-kun, you can call me 'older sister' too."