Chapter 14:

Naoko's earlier considerations were correct.

She had always been a bit of a pushover, and her occasional interactions with Amamiya-kun had her isolated and ridiculed by jealous classmates.

But at the same time, something she didn't want to see happen.

Perhaps realizing Amamiya-kun wasn't some untouched, untouched flower, more and more people began crossing the line, each vying to be the next "Kawase Naoko."

Irie Reo was one of them.

In just two weeks, he had gone from being the "senior" Naoko admired to the tireless "stalker" she now faced. Not

only did he constantly try to tag along, he once even jumped out during their meal and grabbed a piece of Amamiya's bento.

This disgusted Amamiya, unable to eat, and unable to contain her anger, she scolded him,

"If you have any shame, then stay away from me. I have no interest in an ugly, hypocritical, weakling like you, a 'rat.'" "

Irie didn't say anything, but her sticky gaze couldn't help but fix on his opening and closing red lips.

Sensing his thoughts, Amemiya pursed her lower lip in disgust, took a few steps back, turned around and dragged Naoko away.

As he walked, he sneered coldly: "It's so disgusting, like a fly, you can't drive it away."

Naoko couldn't help but look back. At this time, Irie was holding Amemiya's leftover lunch box, gobbling it like a beast.

"Amemiya-kun...senior looks very abnormal."

He paused, and she couldn't dodge in time and bumped into his back.

He turned his head and glared at her coldly: "What does this have to do with you? Are you still obsessed with him? This kind of virus-infected "rat." "

She rubbed her forehead: "No. But he is a senior after all, isn't he? And, this is all your fault. "

It is obvious that Irie-senpai is bewitched by the "succubus" aura of Amemiya-kun.

- This is a new word that Naoko learned from playing games recently. I have to say, it is surprisingly appropriate for Amemiya-kun.

"Ha, Naoko, do you know what you are saying?" His face looked ugly, "Why should you care about other people? It is enough for you to only care about me, isn't it?"

It's really amazing.

Even if it is something completely unrelated, Amemiya-kun can turn it around to the matter of love.

"I know, what are you yelling about."

"Anyway, you are not allowed to see him again in the future. "

Whether to meet or not is not something Naoko can decide.

She didn't know if it was because of what Amemiya did, but the number of times she saw her senior in the academy dropped sharply, but at the same time, the frequency of seeing him at home increased.

One weekend, Naoko was going to buy soy sauce nearby, and she unexpectedly ran into Irie who was taking out the trash at Amemiya's house.

His fanatical look made her subconsciously hide behind the wall. It

was terrible.

This is Tomie's aura.

So much so that for the first time, even when she was playing games, her mind was full of Irie Reo's twisted and crazy face.

"Ha, Naoko, are you playing this boring game again?" A familiar voice filled her ears, and she came back to her senses.

Amemiya sat down beside her, his hands behind her back, hugging her vaguely. As he spoke, he leaned against her face, and his warm breath hit her ears, itching. It

was not the first or second time that he suddenly came to the Kawase family to eat.

"It's not boring at all. But why did you come in directly? "

Anyway, you can't just walk into a girl's room.

Amemiya snorted lightly, but didn't answer. His eyes followed her to the TV and he commented calmly, "This character doesn't look that good either. Naoko always prefers this type of hypocritical guy."

"What do you mean by 'hypocritical guy'? That's the gentle type. You wouldn't understand even if I told you."

He made no secret of his disdain, "I don't think this character has any charm. Ha, there's really nothing attractive about him."

"He's attractive in every way, it's just that your taste is terrible." Naoko quickly retorted, "He's very gentle to others. If he sees a wounded kitten, he'll carefully take it home...

"Even when they kiss, he'll gently hug the heroine..."

"'Kiss'?" He responded, his expression becoming thoughtful.

Naoko's yearning expression paused, and she coughed guiltily, "That's not what I meant..."

It's natural for adolescent girls to fantasize about their future Mr. Right.

"Ah, Naoko, so this is what you long for? Then..." As she stared in horror, he leaned in closer, lowering his eyes, his gaze gently resting on her lips.

In a sweet voice, akin to a demon luring a mortal to hell, he asked, "Want to try it with me?"

His lingering syllable was alluring, his lips a pale color, his dark eyes narrowed slightly, blocking out even a ray of light.

Naoko had a strange premonition that if she stared too long into Tomie Amamiya's eyes, she would be drawn in.

While she was stunned, the succubus's hand gently lifted, resting on her waist, giving it a rude squeeze.

"Eat more, Naoko. You're really too thin right now."

"Go away."

Having a beautiful face was truly remarkable. Even with such a dampening remark, Naoko was captivated, instinctively gazing at his soft, warm lips.

What would they taste like?

Amemiya-kun's face gradually grew larger in front of her eyes. She could almost count the number of his eyelashes in the light coming through the window.

The scene that should have belonged to the CG in the game was realized in reality.

Feeling the light breath hitting her face, she slowly closed her eyes.

Hmm... itchy.

"Naoko - have you been hiding in the room playing games again?" After a burst of hurried footsteps, Ms. Kawase Misato suddenly rushed in from behind the half-open door.

Their lips touched and separated immediately. Naoko was so scared that she stood up straight and subconsciously stuffed the controller into Amemiya's arms.

"Hey, Amamiya-kun is here too."

He was still half-bent over, but upon seeing this, he slowly sat up straight, smiling and shamelessly greeting her, as if nothing had happened.

"Sorry to bother you again, Aunt Misato."

Misato waved her hand. "What are you talking about? It just so happens that I bought a lot of dishes you all like today." She then looked at her daughter, "Naoko, play less games, okay?"

"I'm not! It's Amamiya-kun who wants to play!" She was still in a daze, unable to come out of it. When she looked down, she met Amamiya's teasing eyes.

She couldn't help but secretly kick him as a warning.

"That's right, I was playing. My TV at home is broken, so I had to borrow Naoko's for a while. I won't be playing for too long, though, so please don't worry, Aunt Misato."

Misato's expression immediately changed: "Oh, it's Amamiya-kun. You're such a good student, so it's only natural that you'd like to play and relax. Want some fruit? The watermelon is fresh today."

Such a double standard, Ms. Misato.

After she left, Naoko hurried forward to lock the door, feeling guilty. Before she could even breathe a sigh of relief, she turned around and stumbled into Amamiya's arms.

He put his arm around her and whispered her name, "Naoko." "

..."

After calming down, she realized how far-fetched the scene had been.

It wasn't just playing house... how could we kiss?

She had no choice but to warn: "Mom is still outside."

"What are you afraid of? I will be very careful. Don't you want to try it, Naoko?" He lowered his voice and tapped her lower lip, trying to drag her into some terrible vortex. "It was just a moment ago. I didn't have time to taste it."

This is not chocolate parfait, how can it have a taste.

Before she could refute, Naoko's face was held up by a gentle hand and a moist and fragrant kiss was imprinted on it.