Tokyo Soft Rice King.

Then Kuroba Akira was stunned again.

It wasn't that Murasaki only wore a bath towel when she came out; she was still wearing that old-fashioned gymnastics outfit, but her previously bare legs were now covered by semi-transparent white over-the-knee stockings.

Between the tight shorts of the gymnastics uniform and the white stockings that went past the knees, a patch of plump, white thighs was left out, which was more suggestive than any blank space.

And the edges of the white stockings curve slightly inward, creating a slightly tight but not uncomfortable feeling...

This is the ultimate realm within the absolute realm!

In my previous life, this outfit had absolutely nothing to do with students. It could only be seen in cosplay photos of borderline cosplayers. It was already a sexy outfit that would evoke lewd thoughts, with the same level of visual impact as a semi-transparent school swimsuit.

But Murasaki no Miyako is a genuine active high school girl. Although she is half-dropped out of school, no one is more suited to this kind of outfit than her. The destructive power of this white stocking gym uniform is terrifying.

If someone were to take a picture of her on a magazine cover, it could probably triple the sales of that issue.

It was just two extra pairs of white stockings, but they elevated the level of eroticism to a whole new level, giving the innocent girl an irresistible, almost sinful allure. That's the charm of stockings! The magic of thighs!

Moreover, the stockinged legs were right in Kuroba Akira's target area, so he watched with even more fascination.

As Kuroba Akira admired the sights, he mentally justified himself: I've already said it, I'm a foot fetishist.

Being stared at by Kuroba Akira made Murasaki even more embarrassed. She couldn't help but hunch her shoulders, unsure of where to put her hands. She wanted to cover herself, but didn't want to block Kuroba Akira's view... after all, she was dressed for him to see.

However, Kuroba Akira's undisguised gaze was too intense, making Murasaki feel like her freshly washed body was about to sweat again, so she whispered a reminder.

"That, a wise ruler..."

"Oh……"

Kuroba Akira knew he had overexposed himself, so he raised his hand to cover his eyes. Otherwise, it would be difficult to look away.

I may have underestimated the charm of the Purple Palace before. Her appearance is only the foundation of her charm value. I didn't take into account the charm value bonus from clothing, makeup and other styling.

So this sudden turn of events caught Kuroba Akira off guard for a moment.

If makeup and clothing can transform an average-looking girl into a beautiful one, and Photoshop can do even better, then a naturally beautiful girl, with careful dressing up, can instantly become a captivating succubus, automatically winning the hearts of everyone she meets.

Thinking of this, Kuroba Akira felt a pang of regret. Just changing into a leotard and white stockings was enough to make her so alluring. If she had been styled by a professional makeup artist and dressed in more glamorous clothes, she could have become a true 'goddess', right?

Kuroba Akira could easily imagine the scene when she appeared in the public eye, with countless spotlights focused on her, making her a film and television goddess in the spotlight...

However, deep within Kuroba Akira's heart, a possessive desire—the desire to prevent other men from seeing her like this—was beginning to emerge... but it was quickly extinguished.

It wasn't that Kuroba Akira had fallen in love with her; it was more like a predatory instinct, which is typical of men—they all want to keep a mistress.

But the Purple Palace does not belong to him.

She belongs to no one, nor should she belong to anyone.

Only in this way can she be the one and only Murasaki no Miyako Shion.

Chapter Sixty-Four: Making a Shameful Sound

After suppressing the urge to draw his gun, Kuroba Akira scratched his face and said somewhat awkwardly.

"Hey, come on, have some watermelon..."

"Um……"

Because his right hand's talent had been replaced by the class president's "Academic A," Kuroba Akira could no longer maintain his poker face.

I probably look quite sleazy now. If this were in a previous life with a gender-opposition system, I would have already been labeled a criminal.

Although Murasaki felt hot and bothered by his gaze, she was actually delighted to see Kuroba Akira's embarrassed expression.

So even wise rulers can waver.

Because Kuroba Akari had previously shown an indifferent attitude towards Murasaki's beauty, she had become somewhat insecure. Could it be that all those compliments she received before were just flattery?

No, it shouldn't be. After all, what they said might be false, but the jealousy, greed, and lust in their eyes were real.

Back then, I only felt disgusted and annoyed, but now, being stared at by a wise ruler doesn't make me feel uncomfortable anymore.

Hmm... I do feel uncomfortable, but it's a different kind of discomfort... This discomfort is more like that sticky, uncomfortable feeling in the morning...

However, Murasaki realized that she didn't hate men's gazes, but rather gazes filled with desire and harboring evil intentions towards her.

So it was definitely the right decision to spend some money and buy these cheap stockings.

Actually, Zizhigong hesitated for a moment, wondering whether to buy black stockings or white stockings, but finally decided to buy white ones after thinking of the name 'Shiroko'.

We'll save the black stockings for later. Right now, neither Mingjun nor I have much money, so we need to be careful with our spending and not waste it.

Feeling a little smug, Murasaki used her talent to feign shyness and casually ask for his credit.

Acting skills improved.

"Well... because you said stockings would be better, Mingjun..."

Do you even remember such casual jokes so clearly?

My dear young lady... you're so obedient.

Kuroba Akira remembered saying "the stockings feel good," so was Murasaki wearing stockings so he could touch them? No way...

But since I enjoyed watching it, there's no need to 'correct' it.

"It looks nice, but isn't it hot?"

"It's okay. The main problem is that my pants are too short. Wearing stockings can cover some of it, so I don't feel so ashamed."

Is it really covered up?

The translucent white silk... well, let's just say it's barely concealed.

Kuroba Akira couldn't quite understand the girl's perception of skin exposure, so he simply stopped talking about it.

"Let's eat some watermelon first, or we won't feel that coolness anymore."

Kuroba Akira handed the spoon to Murasaki no Miyako. Murasaki no Miyako took the spoon, stared blankly at the unprocessed half watermelon, and asked a question.

"Is this... meant to be eaten by scooping it out?"

"Yeah, you've never eaten it like this before?"

"Well, I didn't eat much expensive fruit when I was a child. Later, I could eat it anytime in my new home, but it was always cut into pieces."

For Japanese people, eating watermelon by scooping it out with a spoon is a rather luxurious way to eat it.

Moreover, it's too extravagant and doesn't fit a reserved style.

Moreover, now it's about two people sharing half a melon, which Japanese people, who are always concerned about the distance between people, will probably find very objectionable.

"If you mind, I'll cut it up."

"Ah, no need, I've just never eaten like this before... It's alright, let's eat together."

Actually, Murasaki no Miyako was mainly concerned that her saliva would mix with the watermelon juice, and vice versa, which was even more exciting than indirect kissing.

Kuroba Akira hadn't considered such awkward details at all. He was long past the age of caring about indirect kissing, and he had thrown romance, along with his sense of shame, into the Mariana Trench.

So he simply inserted the spoon into the watermelon, like opening a can, and made a large hole in the middle of the watermelon, scooping out a large piece of flesh.

Then, dig out another piece from the edge of the loose watermelon flesh and show it off on the spot.

"Wow~ That's great! This middle part is the sweetest, you should eat it too."

"Ah, okay..."

Murasaki took the spoon and looked at the piece of watermelon flesh that Kuroba Akira had dug out, making it look like a meteorite. Although there was still a place where she could avoid his spoon, she still suppressed her embarrassment and scooped out a small piece of watermelon flesh from where Kuroba Akira had dug, and then put it in her mouth.

Is this considered kissing indirectly with watermelon? The taste of saliva... obviously can't be tasted.

Ugh... I feel like I'm a fool for caring about this... but the wise ruler doesn't care at all.

Yes, we're partners who share life experiences! How can we let such a small thing create a rift between us?

After mentally encouraging herself, Murasaki no Miyako stopped being reserved and began to enjoy the watermelon in this novel way.

The watermelon was also very sweet.

It's as sweet as milk.

My life seems to have become sweet from the moment I met Akira Kuroba.

Would you feel this way if you had siblings?

Or rather...

If I had a partner, would there be any difference in how I feel now...?

On the heart box that sealed the girl's heart, the sweet memories of watermelon have unlocked another lock on the heart.

However, half a watermelon is still too much for two people.

The main reason was that Kuroba Akira had just eaten the class president's homemade deluxe bento not long ago, and his stomach was already full, so he was full again after only eating a few big bites of watermelon, and Murasaki no Miyako's appetite was not large to begin with.

So when the two of them stopped eating, there was still more than half left.

Kuroba Akira took the remaining watermelon back to the kitchen, sealed the rest with plastic wrap, then returned to the living room, snapped his fingers at Murasaki no Miyako, and said in a pretentious manner.

"Now that we've finished eating, let's continue!"

Kuroba Akira was obviously referring to voice acting practice, but Murasaki no Miyako, who had made embarrassing noises from having her feet rubbed that morning, still held onto that misunderstanding. So she thought that when Kuroba Akira said "continue," he meant "continue rubbing her feet."

"Hmm, hmm... let's continue..."

Moreover, she was already mentally prepared to have her little feet played with when she put on the stockings. Wearing stockings wasn't just for him to see; after all, Kuroba Akira said that "stockings feel the best," so of course she wanted him to touch them too.

So, although she was very shy, she still straightened her legs and stretched out her white-stockinged feet in front of Kuroba Akira.

Then she covered her face with her hands and bit her lower lip to prevent herself from letting out those wanton moans again.

However, Akira Kuroba was completely bewildered.

Huh? What are they doing?

I just finished eating chilled watermelon, and now you want to treat me to hot ice cream?

But since she's already stretched out her foot, as a foot fetishist, how could I not touch it?

So Kuroba Akira sat back down next to her, placed his calves on his thighs, and began a second round of foot massage for her.

It seems that Murasaki had a good time this morning, and now she's really into it.

After all, foot massage is indeed very addictive; otherwise, so many people wouldn't go for foot massages, and it wouldn't have developed into an industry.

It's important to understand that not everyone goes for a foot massage with the intention of getting some special services.