Chapter 359: 143. Miss Yako’s Second Adolescence
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Fujiwara Reya lay at the stern of the boat, gazing at the vast blue sky while whistling.
The straight white wake left by the stern looked as beautiful as a girl’s white skirt. His feet were submerged in the water, and several seagulls seemed to like him, following along persistently without leaving.
The senior and the junior were both beside him.
He was lying face-up, while the two girls lay on loungers with their eyes closed, taking a nap.
It was an exceptionally sunny morning, with the south-west wind blowing the clouds away without a trace. The sky was extraordinarily high and infinitely clear. While lying face-up and staring straight at the sky, Fujiwara Reya felt as if he was lying at the bottom of a transparent spring. Due to the clarity of the air and the effect of the wind direction, distant sounds that were normally inaudible came through with extraordinary clarity, accompanied by a distinct rhythm.
Such an endearing world made Fujiwara Reya remember his childhood days watching the Seto Inland Sea in Shikoku, and he couldn’t help but hum a tune.
♪Sueño cuando era pequeño
(I used to dream as a child)
♪Sin preocupación, en el corazón
(Dreaming carefree)
♪Sigo viendo aquel momento
(Watching that moment in the past)
Although his voice was not loud, the two girls still heard him.
Kasahara Asuka turned over with a grunt, took off her sunglasses, and squinted at him with pretty narrowed eyes: "Hey, what are you murmuring, senior?"
"Nothing, just some bits and pieces." Fujiwara Reya said, with his hands placed behind his head, watching the seagulls call sharply, breaking through the cloudless sky.
"Don’t mumble nonsense beside me." Kasahara Asuka put on her sunglasses again, wobbling her feet towards him, "If you want to mumble, go to your room and mumble alone, looking at you annoys me."
"Actually, I was singing." Fujiwara Reya said with a smile.
Kasahara Asuka turned her gaze to a calmer one, sticking her tongue out slightly: "Silly, you."
"Huh?" Fujiwara Reya looked puzzled, "Changed the insults?"
Kasahara Asuka pointed a small finger at Hoshimi Rinko: "The senior taught me to insult you this way."
"Senior," Fujiwara Reya said discontentedly, "You can call me trash, but don’t call me silly."
"What were you singing just now?" Hoshimi Rinko ignored his complaint, casually resting her legs, with fair and slender calves visible beneath her skirt.
A strand of black hair blown by the sea breeze fell on her face like the mischievous tail of a black cat.
"A Spanish song," Fujiwara Reya crawled back to the space between the two loungers, "I’ve learned Spanish for so long, finally it’s useful. Please enjoy my performance, you two lovely ladies—Mira, Sofía (Look, my dear Sofia)..."
"Don’t call other women dear!" Kasahara Asuka’s fair foot promptly stepped onto his face.
Her soft foot had a faint citrus scent, so the feet of a beautiful girl really smell nice!
"That was just the song—" Fujiwara Reya retorted cheerfully with a look of enjoyment.
"Even if it’s a song, it’s not allowed." Kasahara Asuka teased his nose with her toes, "Senior Little Dog, lick it for Asuka—"
Fujiwara Reya’s gaze landed on the top of her foot.
Under the brilliant sunshine, the skin revealed red and blue veins, which he found beautiful. If it weren’t for the senior suddenly pulling out a fruit knife from who knows where, he would have definitely let the junior know there are some requests you just can’t make!
"Fujiwara, come in for a moment."
The three of them turned, and Kasahara Fumi called from the door, barefoot, wearing only black stockings on the wooden floor.
"Coming." Fujiwara Reya quickly walked over.
The two lovely girls also thought about following him in.
"You stay here and wait." Kasahara Fumi instructed.
"Ah, so annoying—"
Watching the senior and Sister walk into the cabin, Kasahara Asuka turned her head and asked Hoshimi Rinko: "I want to grow up. That way, I won’t be treated like a child..."
Hoshimi Rinko didn’t respond, lost in the azure world. The scorching sun, blinding and dazzling, the sky and sea gleaming white. After observing for a while, the sea and sky merged at the horizon, turning into a chaotic blur.
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Today’s temperature was very hot, though the cabin was cool and pleasant. On the way to the hall, Fujiwara Reya asked: "What did they talk about?"
"Just simple chatting, Kawashima Miki introduced her visible identity." Kasahara Fumi’s expression and voice were exceptionally flat.
Fujiwara Reya lagged a step, observing her from behind.
Wearing a sharply cut black police uniform, a tight-fitting jacket on top, and a black pencil skirt on the bottom. Her fiery orange long hair cascaded down to her slender waist; the slightly curled ends of the orange hair playfully swung against her pert bottom with each step, leading down to her long, straight legs wrapped in black stockings.
Fujiwara Reya walked a few steps forward, measuring the lower body proportions of both himself and her.
Standing height-wise, there wasn’t much difference, Kasahara Fumi might be a centimeter or two taller. But in terms of leg proportion, Kasahara Fumi won decisively. The height of her hip bones almost aligned with Fujiwara Reya’s lower abdomen.
As an avid leg enthusiast, Fujiwara Reya considered Sister Fukaeri’s legs visually as the "world’s most beautiful legs." Of course, visuals were only estimates; how they actually felt when played with required firsthand experience to draw a rigorous conclusion.
Kasahara Fumi briefly glanced at him, then shifted her gaze away indifferently, ignoring his view.
Perhaps... she thought that even if she scolded him, he wouldn’t change, so it wasn’t worth wasting her energy.
In the middle of the cabin, there was a large resting area. Two madams and Miss Miki were sitting on the sofa sipping red wine. The sofa faced the sea, with bright sunlight streaming in. The atmosphere among the three women was harmonious and pleasant, with everyone smiling and no scenes of eye gouging or hair pulling.