Chapitre 8: Sakuragi Otome
Hearing this gentle call, the groggy Sasaki mumbled a reflexive response:
"Mm... I'll get up right away."
After saying that, he turned over in bed and faced the inside of the bed.
The girl in student uniform who was holding the door didn't show the slightest surprise when she saw him lying in bed.
So after he turned over, the girl who had known this for a long time stepped into the room and rested her knees on the edge of his bed.
Sasaki, who was already half awake but didn't think much about it, felt the slight dip on the edge of the bed and subconsciously turned over and lay flat on the bed, squinting at the figure standing in front of him and reaching for the curtains.
Pure white stockings as smooth as milk wrapped around her round and slender legs until they reached the depths of her thighs.
Her round and cute knees were pressed against the edge of the bed, and her little feet wearing pink rabbit-head slippers were slightly raised behind her to prevent the slippers from falling on the ground.
But with her movements like this, her exposed, soft white and flesh-colored heels were as cute as a small milk cake.
Because she was kneeling on the bed, stretching her body forward.
So, of course, the little buttocks in the red plaid pleated skirt were naturally raised slightly.
The hem of the skirt was downward, naturally and considerately covering the mysterious area that was not covered with white silk.
Because the pleated skirt fitted the body extremely well, when the hem of the skirt drooped, it clearly outlined the youthful and energetic figure.
It seemed that because the owner of the body stretched forward, the skirt swayed, vaguely revealing a small section of white thigh that was not covered by white silk.
Because the small hands in front were pulling the curtains, the bright golden light suddenly appeared and disappeared quickly, making the looming white greasy particularly eye-catching.
And above the pleated skirt, there was a zone where nothing can be done.
And it was because the pleated skirt protected the dishonest owner's little butt very well, it did its duty very faithfully and did not move.
It was precisely because of this that when the girl stretched her body and reached forward, the clothes on her upper body also moved, and so the slender waist that looked extremely delicate about was pitifully exposed to the air.
Looking at the fair and soft skin like lotus root joints, coupled with the alluring curves brought about by the twists of the snow-white waist.
And that very tight belly with no fat on it, it was as if everything about this girl was made for the purpose teasing the fragile heartstrings of adolescent boys.
Not to mention, even if it hanged down naturally, the size of the white shirt buttons was still dilating.
Because the girl had fastened her buttons well and there was no exposed area, this also caused the white shirt to be stretched out in an arc that did not fit its size.
It was like the pristine snow clinging to a towering mountain, so delicate that one dared not make the slightest noise, fearing that the fragile buttons, seemingly on the verge of groaning, would trigger an uncontrollable avalanche upon hearing a sound.
Waking up early in the morning to such an exciting scene, if there was no reaction, it must not be a man.
And as a teenage boy.
A boy who is mentally and physically very healthy, so healthy it couldn't be more so.
Sasaki Fuyumi felt that he needed to do something.
Rolling his eyes slightly and glancing sideways at the pink-haired girl who hadn't noticed that he had woken up, his lying body leaned forward slightly, gradually getting closer to the girl's sexy and slender waist.
"Boo~"
A soft sound sounded in the peaceful bedroom.
Sakuragi Otome, who felt a chill in her waist, suddenly shrank her waist and straightened her body instantly like a frightened little rabbit.
But because she was inside the house and could figure out who was causing trouble by just using her toes, Otome didn't scream even if she was suddenly attacked.
Instead, she sat somewhat annoyed and embarrassed on the edge of the bed, turning her head to look at the bad guy affecting her, the bad guy who refused to get out of bed.
"'If you're awake, get up. I met Aunt Kyouka yesterday afternoon and she told me that you are fine now and can go to school."
"Come with me this morning, okay?"
In the slightly dark room, Sakuragi Otome adjusted her clothes, and through the curtains that were opened a crack, she looked at the boy who was sitting on the bedside.
Looking at that handsome, but pale face, she asked in a gentle tone, with caution.
Sasaki leaned on the bedside, taking advantage of the bright golden sunshine outside the window, and looked at the girl sitting on the edge of the bed, holding his left hand in both of hers.
Her hair, reaching down to her buttocks, was a beautiful cherry blossom pink, just like her name, Sakuragi Otome.
Today was Monday, so the girl was dressed in a pure white shirt, with a light green tie at the front, and a red pleated skirt with a checkered pattern below.
The weather was good today, so the sunlight outside the window was exceptionally bright and dazzling.y bright and dazzling.
The girl sat quietly on the bed, the sunlight streaming through the gap in the curtains, slanting onto her legs covered in white stockings, reflecting off the milky-white stockings in the soft, warm sunlight, outlining the plump and rounded contours of her thighs, like a milk-flavored popsicle exposed to the sun.
The girl's face was not stunningly beautiful, but it had a soothing softness, and she seemed to be an extremely gentle person.
At this moment, her soft and gentle light blue eyes were staring at him with some anxiety, as if she was afraid of waiting for some rejection.
Seeing her look like this, the boy recalled it for a moment and remembered the reason.
In the six months after his parents died, 'he' rarely went to school.
He had been staying at home and feeling sad, and his three meals a day were prepared by his childhood sweetheart, Sakuragi Otome, who lives next door, and placed on his bedside every day.
Likewise, she would ask him every day if he wanted to go to school with her.
But because it was already approaching the winter vacation, this didn't happen much.
As a newly promoted second-year high school student, he had only been to school a few times in the month since school started, and each time only reluctantly agreed because Otome would look at him with pitiful eyes.
So this morning, it was rare for Sasaki to interact with Otome, who called him for breakfast. Usually, his responses were brief: 'Hmm,' 'Oh,' 'Got it.'
After thinking about the reason clearly, Sasaki, who was not resistant to going to school, was about to nod in agreement.
But he suddenly noticed that Otome was not resisting some of his intimate contact just now.
There was also the way she had always taken care of him in every possible way, even though the original person was quite cold.
'Heaven's gifts not taken are but curses in disguise. If you fail to do so at the right time, you will suffer the consequences. '
It's all known that no matter what kind of relationship it is, it needs to be maintained, and one-sided efforts will not be rewarded.
Even boiling water will cool down one day.
Sakuragi Otome can continue to take care of him like this for half a year, she is obviously a good girl, and what he likes most is a beautiful good girl.
Raising his left hand, he held the girl's small but cool hands with both hands. Sasaki, leaning against the headboard with a slightly lowered gaze, looked weakly at Otome, who seemed quite innocent:
"Otome... I just came out of the hospital yesterday noon, and I've been sleeping since the afternoon. My head's still a bit dizzy, so I probably can't eat breakfast. I'll rest a bit more... then go to school with you."
"No, you can't do that, going to school without eating breakfast is bad for your health.
Your body won't be able to handle it... Well, let's do this... I'll bring you some food. If I feed you, can you eat some?"
Although she was surprised that Fuyumi was so obedient and well-behaved that he agreed go to school as soon as she came over to ask, Otome, who paid more attention to his body, still wanted him to eat well.
So, upon hearing that he was unwell and couldn't eat by himself, she thought of a very convenient method.
After hearing Otome's rejection and suggestion, the boy pretended to be weak, and the slightly drooped corners of his mouth slightly raised an arc that was extremely difficult to detect.
At the same time, he nodded in response to the girl.
"it should be OK."
"Great, I'll go get the food right away!"
It was the first time for Sakuragi Otome to face such an easy-to-talk Fuyumi, so after he agreed, she was afraid that he would regret it, so she kicked off her pink bunny slippers and ran downstairs.
Soon, in less than half a minute, Sakuragi Otome, wearing an apron, entered the bedroom carrying a bowl of porridge and several plates of side dishes.
Sitting on the bed, she held the rice porridge and stirred it with a spoon.
Then, she scooped a spoonful, blew on it to cool it down with her moist, pink lips, and extended it to Sasaki's mouth:
"Ah~"
Looking at the girl feeding him in a funny manner as if feeding a child, Sasaki Fuyumi leaned forward and took the entire spoon into his mouth without caring whether it was burning his mouth or not.
After she prepared to feed him again, Sasaki, who had just finished chewing and swallowing, frowned slightly in confusion, looking at the unsuspecting Otome:
"It seems... a bit undercooked?"
"Ah? How can that be... I set the timer correctly..."
Hearing this, Sakuragi Otome was shocked and directly put the spoon that had not been handed over to her mouth.
After tasting it for a while, she didn't find any uncooked rice, and was about to ask questions.
But she found that Sasaki, who was originally leaning on the head of the bed, was getting closer and closer.
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État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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