Reasoning, and then being blasted by the neighboring idol

Hoshizaki Saya looked back and found that Miura Gensuke actually didn't peek.

This made her angry again.

Sayo turned her head again and gently unbuttoned the buttons one by one with her slender fingers.

The pure white lace underwear is inlaid with delicate lace on the edge, tightly wrapping her full breasts.

At this moment, Hoshizaki Saya found that Miura Gensuke was staring at her in the mirror.

She turned around suddenly, but Miura Gensuke immediately frowned and started doing the questions again.

"Pervert..." Saya's cheeks turned a blush.

However, she did not pursue the matter further.

Hoshizaki Sayo gently took off her shirt, and the sound of the fabric rubbing against her skin was particularly clear in the quiet room.

The shirt slipped to the ground, revealing her slender waist and small belly button, and the curve of her waistline was simply perfect.

The skin is so delicate without a single blemish that one can't help but want to touch it.

Then, she moved her hands to the side of her skirt and unzipped it.

The skirt then slid over her round and plump buttocks.

"Gensuke...stop staring!"

Saya's legs are slightly together, as if she is a little shy, but this posture makes her even more seductive. Her slender calves are wrapped in white over-the-knee socks, and the sock cuffs reveal a little flesh, making it difficult to look away.

"Saya." Miura Gensuke sighed, "Is it true that we can't do this before we get married?"

Hoshizaki Sayo blushed and wrapped herself in a towel, preparing to go to the bathroom to take a shower: "Gensuke, do you really want to do it?"

"I'm a pervert. I don't even use my brain to think right now. What else can I think about if not these?"

"But I haven't thought about it yet..."

Miura Gensuke looked at the young lady's back, lay on the bed and thought of a solution.

Can’t do…

Then you can do something else, right?

Anyway, Sayo's body is beautiful from top to bottom.

Let’s try it tonight.

"elder brother……"

Just as Gensuke Miura was imagining the future, Haruka Yukawa, who had just finished taking a shower, entered his room in a wheelchair.

"Rehabilitation massage, right?" Miura Gensuke stood up and pushed Xiaoyao's wheelchair back to her bedroom.

Nekoyashiki was sitting in front of the computer, live-streaming a game, chattering away with headphones on.

However, because it has four ears, the cat ears of the cat house still heard the sound of Miura Gensuke coming in and trembled slightly.

Miura Gensuke put Xiaoyao on the bed.

Her petite body always looks very fragile, with long silver hair as bright as moonlight draped over her shoulders, and strands of hair sliding down her round shoulders.

Miura Gensuke patted Xiaoyao's butt lightly and asked her to turn over: "Don't come to my room again tonight, brother has something important to do."

"Hmm..." Xiaoyao answered reluctantly, then closed her eyes. Her long and thick silver eyelashes were so cute that it was almost unfair.

"I'm about to start, relax a little more."

Because of her injuries, Xiaoyao's skin was unnaturally pale, her slender waist seemed like it could be wrapped around with one hand, and she was wearing a tight white suspender nightgown. As for her breasts, they had grown, but not fully developed.

"Try to walk more these days." Miura Gensuke held Xiaoyao's ankle, whose skin was as smooth as milk that had been filtered several times. "I'll go for a walk with you later."

"Thank you brother..."

Miura Gensuke knelt beside her and massaged her calves as carefully as if they were precious porcelain.

Haruka Xuekawa only felt that Gensuke Miura's fingers were slender and powerful, and with a restrained tenderness, he gently kneaded her muscles, neither too light nor too heavy, as if he was afraid of hurting her.

Because the palms are slightly rough, there will be a slight friction sound during massage.

“…” Xiaoyao bit her cherry lips gently, and her cheeks turned slightly red.

"Xiaoyao, I'll take you ice skating again when your leg is fully healed."

Miura Gensuke tickled the soles of Xiaoyao's feet.

"Ha... bad guy..."

"hey-hey."

The air was filled with the scent of lavender, mixed with her faint girlish body fragrance, forming an intoxicating scent.

Miura Gensuke's palm slowly moved up along her calf, and her skin seemed to become softer, even smoother than silk.

"elder brother……"

Xiaoyao's legs relaxed slightly under Miura Gensuke's massage, and her slender toes curled up unconsciously.

Miura Gensuke gently pressed her knees with his fingers: "Do you feel it?"

"It feels sour and numb..."

Miura Gensuke nodded and continued massaging her thighs.

His movements became more cautious.

The skin on the thighs should be softer, like the flesh of a freshly peeled lychee.

If I could be with Xiaoyao...

Hey! Scumbag... I'm such a scumbag... Miura Gensuke glanced at Xiaoyao's cute face and found that she had opened her eyes at some point, and her beautiful watery purple eyes were looking at him.

"so cute……"

"Woo..." Xiaoyao, who was suddenly praised, picked up the stuffed bear beside her to cover her face.

It was given to her by Gensuke Miura.

"All right."

After the massage, Miura Gensuke lay down next to Xiaoyao: "After you change your clothes, we will go for a walk."

"Goodbye, cat paw candies, meow..." Nekoyashiki exited the live broadcast and said worriedly, "Gensuke, meow, have you noticed, meow, Feilu has been so unlucky lately, meow, she can't even make money with live broadcasts, meow..."

"It seems so..." Miura Gensuke recalled.

Since coming here, Nekoyashiki has choked on food, often fallen down while walking, and today he even got food poisoning.

Miura Gensuke grabbed Nekoyashiki's tail and said, "It's because of your bad luck that Saya and I were harmed."

"Tell me, did you do something bad and get cursed by the cat god?"

"Filu didn't do anything bad, meow. She must have touched someone's cake and got revenge, meow..." Nekoyashiki was anxiously trying to pull back his tail: "Don't grab Filu's tail anymore, meow! Damn it, meow! Filu is angry, meow! If you grab Filu's tail again, Filu will be angry, meow!"

Miura Gensuke suddenly remembered.

I made a wish that all virtual anchors would lose their jobs. Could it be that it finally came true?

"Let go of Firo's tail, meow!"

Feilu pounced on Miura Gensuke, only to be grabbed by his throat: "Grip of Immortality!"

Xuechuan Yao blinked: "Brother..."

"So childish..."

"Filu surrenders, meow..." The controlled Nekoyashiki raised his paws.

But as soon as Miura Gensuke loosened his grip, she jumped away with her teeth bared: "Big bad guy meow!"

Humph, how cunning and treacherous are beasts?

Stop increasing laughter.

"Grasp of the Undying x2!"

Chapter 166 Dark Scum School

Miura Gensuke, whose face was scratched by the bad cat, helped Xiaoyao out of the villa courtyard and took a walk along the road.

The road outside the villa is a winding path paved with fine pebbles, with dense woods on both sides. The setting sun shines through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled light and shadows.

In the distance are endless mountains.

"Brother..." Xuechuan Yao stood at the starting point of the path. Her petite body looked even more fragile in the evening breeze, and her voice sounded a little scared.

"Take your time." Miura Gensuke gently touched her head: "Don't be in a hurry."

Xuechuan Haruka's steps were a little unsteady. When she took the first step, her body swayed slightly. The muscles in her slender legs were tense, as if she had used up all her strength.

Her little hands unconsciously clenched the corners of her clothes, her silver hair fell beside her cheeks, covering her slightly bitten lower lip, and there was a hint of pain in her purple eyes.

"is that OK?"

"Um……"

Xiaoyao's legs looked particularly slender in her sports shorts. With every step she took, her calf muscles trembled slightly, as if she was bearing a considerable burden.

Seeing Xiaoyao working so hard, Miura Gensuke silently followed Xiaoyao, keeping a step away, ready to support her at any time.

"call……"

"Whoosh..."

Xuechuan Haruka's steps were slow and difficult, and every step felt like stepping on cotton. Her body tilted from time to time, and her silver hair was gradually wetted by the cold sweat of pain and stuck to her neck.

Miura Gensuke couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

"Brother, how far has Xiaoyao walked?"

Fine beads of sweat oozed from Xuekawa Haruka's forehead, her purple eyes drooped slightly, as if she was a little tired, but she still gritted her teeth and persevered, her slender body like a fragile little white flower in the wind.

Miura Gensuke glanced back. The two had walked about a hundred meters. "Xiaoyao is already very good. She walked ten thousand meters."

"Silly brother..." Xiaoyao stopped and leaned on him.

"Are you tired already, you scumbag Xiaoyao?"