Chapter 114: Sagiri Amamiya's Sleight of Hand

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In the dim, cramped closet.

The beauty in his arms had stopped struggling, and An He instinctively loosened his grip on her small mouth.

Although their builds were similar, both petite and exquisite, An He still sensed something off based on her initial reaction and her subsequent awkward response.

The air was filled with a fragrance quite different from before, intermingled with a faint scent of lavender.

Her slightly hurried breathing and the "thump-thump" of her heartbeat echoed in his ears.

Swallowing instinctively, An He tested the waters, uncertain:

"Is that you, Xiao Wei?"

"Mm..."

The young girl responded softly, her voice weak and listless.

"I really did mistake her for someone else!"

An He’s heart skipped a beat. Just as he was wondering what to do, the narrator’s voice abruptly sounded in his mind.

【In the dim closet, a lone man and a young woman, surrounded by delicate fragrance—since things have reached this point, why not just go along with the mistake? Serizawa Wei already stopped resisting; surely, even if you went a step further, she wouldn't say anything. The only trouble might be the imminent arrival of Amamiya Saori, but that doesn't matter. Where there’s a first, there’s a second. With your methods, you only need to control both of them; once the rice is cooked, they won't have the energy to resist...】

"That’s really twisted!"

An He’s assessment of the narrator’s lack of boundaries had hit a new low.

Doing it was definitely out of the question; after all, both Serizawa Wei and Amamiya Saori were still too young.

Well...

The two of them combined wouldn't even add up to an A-cup.

Even if he did it, An He couldn't get past his own conscience.

"However, even if I can't eat the main course, that doesn't mean I can't taste a little sweetness, right?"

Thinking of this, An He instinctively licked his lips.

As if sensing his thoughts, Serizawa Wei, lying on her side in his arms, shivered, but surprisingly, she did not resist. Instead, she lifted her head and leaned in voluntarily.

Their lips met once more.

This time, Serizawa Wei did not resist, and An He could clearly feel her desperately trying to learn how to respond.

Although her movements were clumsy and she occasionally bit her tongue, the process was, in the end, wonderful.

But the wonder did not last long. Soon, both of them stopped moving. Though they didn't pull away, neither moved; instead, they tilted their heads, listening intently.

More footsteps approached the bedroom door. Though calm, the person was heading straight for the closet.

If he guessed correctly, this must be Amamiya Saori.

At this thought, An He instinctively released Serizawa Wei’s lips; he could clearly feel her rapid, shallow breathing.

Staying put and waiting for doom was not an option.

Just as An He intended to exit the closet in the same way Amamiya Saori had earlier, a figure stepped out before him.

It was Serizawa Wei.

As soon as she stepped out, the girl feigned annoyance and complained, "How unlucky. I didn't think I was hidden so well, but I was still found by Saori-nee-san."

"Huh?"

Amamiya Saori, who had been looking forward to a pleasant game, was startled by the sudden female voice and hurriedly aimed her phone screen toward the sound.

Seeing it was Serizawa Wei, she couldn't help but ask in confusion.

"Xiao Wei?"

"Yeah."

Serizawa Wei answered matter-of-factly, then asked in return:

"Didn't Saori-nee-san see me already?"

"I didn't."

Amamiya Saori seemed puzzled, but her gaze remained fixed on the half-open closet behind Serizawa Wei.

Serizawa Wei had just come out of there, but An He Yusheng should have been inside as well.

Could the two of them have just...

Before Amamiya Saori could dwell on it, Serizawa Wei, noticing her gaze on the closet and fearing exposure, quickly spoke up to question her.

"If Saori-nee-san didn't see me, why did you walk straight toward me the moment you came in?"

As she spoke, she stepped quickly in front of Amamiya Saori, placed her hands on her hips, leaned in close to examine her from top to bottom, and then said:

"Could it be that Saori-nee-san actually cheated to know I was hiding there?"

"No way!"

Amamiya Saori hurriedly tried to defend herself, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she didn't know how to explain it. Finally, she gave Serizawa Wei a light push and replied:

"Fine, fine, I saw you. Confess, is there anyone else in there? I heard quite a bit of movement just now."

"No one."

Serizawa Wei’s face was slightly flushed. Noticing the suspicion in Amamiya Saori’s eyes, she quickly grabbed the other girl and began leading her out of the bedroom, explaining:

"Maybe I just bumped into the closet when I got pins and needles from crouching. Never mind that, Saori-nee-san, go find a place to hide quickly; I’m definitely going to catch you."

"Eh? Why does it feel like Xiao Wei has such a grudge when saying that? Did I do something wrong?"

"How could that be? I love Saori-nee-san the most."

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...

The voices gradually faded away.

In the closet, An He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Why do I feel a sense of guilt for no reason?"

An He shook his head and then quietly stepped out of the closet.

Not to mention Amamiya Saori, even Serizawa Wei had managed to find him; clearly, this place was no longer safe to stay in.

Outside the window, the heavy rain continued, with flashes of lightning occasionally cutting through the sky.

After scanning the bedroom, An He finally let his gaze rest on the bed.

They say the most dangerous place is the safest place. He decided to give it a try.

Action followed thought; An He kicked off his slippers, rolled over, pulled the quilt over himself, and lay flat on the bed.

Feeling the warmth brought by the quilt, An He felt sleepy after lying there for only a moment.

The sounds of people being found kept echoing in the living room, yet no one ever stepped into the bedroom again.

It was as if everyone had forgotten about this room.

Because no one disturbed him, An He gradually drifted off to sleep without realizing it.

In his hazy state, he felt someone pull back the quilt, and then a soft, delicate body sat on his waist.

A moist sensation touched his lips, and An He snapped his eyes open.

An exquisite face was reflected in his pupils.

An He was stunned, and the other person froze as well. She then sat up, covered her red lips, and teased softly:

"I thought An He-kun was sleeping very soundly."

"No matter how soundly I sleep, I’d wake up if someone sat on me."

Feeling the lingering moisture on his lips, An He spoke while scanning the surroundings.

The heavy rain was still falling outside the window, but the power had returned at some point.

Seeing that no one else was in the bedroom, An He asked in confusion:

"What time is it? Where are Sagiri and the others?"

"It’s just past three. The others are all in the living room."

Kurai Fushiko said softly, climbing off An He while smoothing her cheongsam skirt, and explained.

"The power came back on a while ago. Since you were sleeping so soundly on the bed, everyone decided not to wake you. They grabbed some blankets from my place and made floor beds in the living room. They’re probably all asleep now."

Hearing this, An He nodded, then noticed the flush on Kurai Fushiko’s face and couldn't help but tease:

"So, Fushiko-san came to steal a snack?"

Kurai Fushiko was startled, not expecting An He to say that. After a brief moment of hesitation, her eyes darted around, and then she suddenly leaned down, brought her mouth to An He’s neck, and stuck out her tongue. She began to nuzzle him like a kitten cleaning its fur, and spoke softly.

"That’s right, I’m a greedy little kitten. So, An He-kun, are you willing to let me steal a bite?"

*Gulp.*

Feeling the smooth, slick sensation on his neck and the tickle of Kurai Fushiko’s hair against his face, An He instinctively shrank his neck. He was tempted, but after a moment of hesitation, he shook his head and explained:

"Forget it, Sagiri and the others are sleeping right outside."

Just as An He finished speaking, Kurai Fushiko suddenly leaned her face in close.

Under the light, their eyes met.

An He could clearly see the beauty mark at the corner of her eye and the cunning smile on her face.

After a long while, Kurai Fushiko blew a breath at An He, her legs instinctively pressing together, and her voice, filled with allure, echoed hollowly.

"We can go to my room. By the way, I’m in my safe period today..."

A short sentence, yet it seemed to hold a thousand words.

At that moment, An He saw several emotions in Kurai Fushiko’s eyes.

Teasing, anticipation, and... desire.

【Since things have reached this point, why be so timid? If you don't show some real ability, the other party might think you’re failing! Thinking of this, a fierce glint flashed in your eyes: it just so happens that Kurai Fushiko’s room is fully stocked with toys. Tonight, you can let her know that toys only bring true joy when shared with others!】

Since the narrator said so, An He naturally didn't hesitate; with a slight movement of his waist, he sprang up from the bed.

Kurai Fushiko, seeing this, felt her eyes light up.

They got out of bed and left the bedroom together.

The living room was slightly dim, with rhythmic, steady breathing echoing back and forth. Faintly, several lumps could be seen on the floor in the center.

Afraid of waking everyone, An He and Fushiko didn't wear shoes. They crept through the living room to the entryway, then, like thieves, gently opened the door, stepped out, and closed it behind them.

The entire sequence of actions was performed almost silently.

However, neither of them knew that the moment the door closed, a figure in the living room who should have been fast asleep suddenly opened her eyes.

"Greedy little kitten."

Murmuring softly, Amamiya Sagiri glanced at the entryway, then pulled a set of keys from under her pillow. Thinking of something, a blush gradually rose on her face.

On the other side.

The cold wind howled through the corridor. Once outside, An He and Kurai Fushiko quickly slipped into the room next door.

No sooner had they entered and An He closed the door than Kurai Fushiko clung to him like a koala, impatiently offering a sweet kiss.

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An He naturally didn't refuse, grabbing her slim waist and groping his way toward the bedroom.

Once they reached the bedroom, An He threw Kurai Fushiko onto the bed and turned on the light.

As the light dispelled the darkness, it also revealed the graceful figure on the bed.

Her fair, smooth skin looked as if it could be pinched to release water; her soft pink hair was spread across the bedding. Her red lips were slightly parted, as if gasping for breath, and her already exquisite face was now flushed with a rosy hue.

The white cheongsam made Kurai Fushiko’s curvy figure look even more enticing.

As if noticing An He’s gaze, Kurai Fushiko smiled charmingly, raised her hand to stroke her thigh, and pinched the hem of her cheongsam with her fingertips, slowly pulling it upward, exposing her fair, smooth skin to the air.

Outside.

The rain was still falling.

Thunder rumbled, as if it were going to tear the earth apart.

...

One hour later.

"I can't take it anymore, I really can't!"

Kurai Fushiko lay sprawled on the bed like a puddle of soft mud, begging for mercy from An He, who was still intent on continuing.

Her voice was hoarse, as if she hadn't had a drink in a long time.

Hearing this, although An He was reluctant, he stopped moving. Instead, he leaned down, reached out to tuck the damp hair from her cheek, and asked with concern:

"Are you okay?"

"I... I'm fine, just need to rest... rest a little."

Kurai Fushiko said incoherently, raising her sweat-drenched, fair, lotus-root-like arms to wrap around An He’s neck, pulling him close before sealing his lips.

She was truly afraid that An He would refuse, so she wanted to use this method to make him compromise.

Although it had only been an hour, Kurai Fushiko was certain that if it continued, she definitely wouldn't be able to get out of bed tomorrow.

An He also noticed Kurai Fushiko’s unusual state and felt a pang of self-reproach.

Perhaps it was the bonus of the cheongsam, or perhaps some other reason, but he had indeed been a bit reckless today.

However, having him stop now left him feeling unsatisfied.

Just as An He was hesitating, Kurai Fushiko suddenly took the initiative, followed by her muffled, hoarse voice.

"Don't move, leave it to me."

...

Another hour passed.

Kurai Fushiko lay on the bed in a spread-eagled position, greedily breathing in the fresh air.

As for An He, because of the heavy exertion and sweat, he went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Because of the soreness, Kurai Fushiko’s brows were slightly furrowed, but her face showed no dissatisfaction; instead, it was filled with a happy smile as she murmured:

"I really don't know what’s gotten into that guy today, to be so powerful."

As she was thinking this, a white light flashed abruptly, illuminating the room, and shortly after, a thunderous roar followed.

Kurai Fushiko was startled, and before she could catch her breath, the bedroom lights suddenly went out.

Darkness swept back into the room.

Clearly, the power had gone out again.

"This godforsaken place."

Kurai Fushiko thought with some frustration, then raised her voice toward the bathroom:

"An He-kun, the power is out. Do you need me to provide some light for you?"

"No need, I’ll be done soon."

An He’s voice echoed back.

Hearing this, Kurai Fushiko nodded and didn't get up.

Every bone in her body felt like it was about to break; she had no energy left and just wanted to lie there.

Not long after, the bedroom door was pushed open.

In the darkness, a hazy figure could be seen slowly approaching the bedside.

"So fast?"

Kurai Fushiko was surprised.

Just as she was about to ask, the person reaching her covered her mouth.

Kurai Fushiko was shocked, and then she heard a voice that couldn't be more familiar.

"Fushiko-san seems to have had a lot of fun. Now, shouldn't it be Sagiri’s turn?"

I’m sure you’re all familiar with this author by now; he told me he’s retired from that industry, but I don't really believe him. Anyone want to go check?

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