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Looking up, I saw a string of lanterns hanging in the air, and all around me were young men and women walking hand in hand.
"It definitely wasn't because I wanted to see her in women's clothing that I agreed," Shirakawa Natsumi told herself.
The sound of approaching came from behind.
Shirakawa Natsumi's heart skipped a beat, but she pretended not to care and turned around: "Hey, you're too slow..."
He swallowed the rest of his words halfway through.
His mouth gaped open as he stared at Miyuki in disbelief.
It wasn't because it was amazing or anything like that.
"Hey, where did you come from, you mafia boss?" Shirakawa Natsu yelled. "Why would you think of wearing such heavy dark eyeshadow and dark purple lipstick?!"
Miyuki's facial features were already clearly defined, but with this heavy makeup, she looked exceptionally sinister.
She looks like a female gangster boss who stepped out of a movie.
People around looked over curiously and then involuntarily made way for them.
“She taught me this when I was dating her.” Mikoto walked over in her wooden clogs, seemingly unconcerned. “She said it made it feel better to bully her like this.”
“I understand.” Shirakawa Natsumi pouted.
This makeup transformed Miyuki from a carefree, cool, and mature woman into a powerful and wicked one.
I imagine her teacher would want to be stepped on.
He completely understands, but she's quite adept at it. He occasionally wonders if Miyuki knows how women sleep together.
He glanced at her as she walked beside him nonchalantly and had to admit that makeup made her more feminine, even if she was a bad woman.
"Can you put on more normal makeup?" Shirakawa Natsu suddenly asked.
Miyuki stopped wearing wooden clogs, turned around, and asked with a half-smile, "Why ask such a question?"
Chapter 274 You don’t want to either
Miyuki's smile is wicked, and his tone is like a scumbag teasing a young girl.
"I was just curious." Shirakawa Natsumi felt uncomfortable being stared at and, not expecting to be teased, turned her head away.
"Let's go, it's been a long time since we've had a memorial service like this."
"There are air rifles over there." Miyuki walked to a roadside stall, dragging an air rifle with a cool pose.
People around turned to look; the cool, bad woman holding a gun was visually striking.
"Bang, bang." Two gunshots rang out.
The target doll remained unmoved.
"Hahaha, that's hilarious!" Shirakawa Natsu burst into laughter. "You put on such a great act, but it's just to look cool?"
"Let me demonstrate for you."
Shirakawa Natsu picked up the air gun and got into position to prevent any further unexpected situations.
He often takes time to practice with replica guns, and he also has a handgun in his room. If he encounters danger, having a gun in his hand will keep him calm.
Aim and shoot.
The air gun emitted several low, muffled sounds.
"Unfortunately, this guest missed all targets. Would you like to continue?" The middle-aged boss walked up with a smile.
"Hey! There's definitely something wrong with this air rifle." Shirakawa Natsumi pouted. He was a good shot with a real gun, so there was no reason for him to miss the target so badly.
"Yay! I hit it!" came the excited shouts of children from the side.
"Boss, one more time!" Shirakawa Natsumi pulled out some change.
Miyuki stood behind him, a smile on her face, watching him load the plastic bullets again and again.
"Again! I refuse to believe it!"
"Enough talk, load the ammunition."
"Here you go, young man, this is your reward." The shopkeeper took out an apple wrapped in candy and handed it over.
"Thank you." Shirakawa Natsu accepted the reward, admitting that he had gotten a little carried away with the game.
His gaze drifted to Miyuki, who stood quietly to the side, her eyes smiling, finding the scene amusing.
Shirakawa Natsu was momentarily dazed, unable to recall when it had started.
Miyuki stood quietly beside him like that.
Women are different.
Sister Cai would immerse herself completely in the game, and he would play with her from the side.
Nao would play with Shirakawa Natsu, and the two of them would laugh and joke around, having a very relaxing time together.
And Miyuki will stand quietly beside him.
"Here, take this." Shirakawa Natsu handed over the candied apple: "I remember you used to really like sweets."
“Because you worked so hard to get it.” Mikoto reached out and took it, opened her mouth and took a bite, then turned around: “Let’s go, it’s almost time to set off the fireworks.”
"Whoosh!" Fireworks exploded in the night sky, instantly illuminating the darkness and scattering countless trails of light.
The two stood by the pool, watching the fireworks together.
Shirakawa Natsu glanced at her out of the corner of her eye; she looked up at the sky.
Her purple lips were exceptionally alluring under the glow of the fireworks.
The only time she truly bit herself was at the hospital.
Later, although he blindfolded her in the stairwell, he forced his way through once.
But without those bright eyes, there is no soul; it is merely sex.
"It's so beautiful. From the moment it rises into the air to the moment it explodes, it changes from red to blue." After saying that, Miyuki looked down at the pool: "Look, even the pool is blooming with fireworks."
“Hmm.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded, not expecting that Miyuki would have such an innocent side.
Their relationship went through three stages.
When I first met her, she was like a little dog hiding in a corner licking its wounds. It was I who helped her escape from her family of origin.
By the time they met for the second time, she had become the kind of bad woman who was popular with the girls.
The two went through the simplest stage of friendship.
The third time was when he bit her at the hospital. Although it was a misunderstanding, it didn't continue.
But that feeling of being warm, moist, and enveloped.
It lingered in his mind.
It was around that time that he realized that Miyuki's body was that of a woman.
Will they move on to the next phase? And what will that be like?
"Damn it, what am I thinking?" Shirakawa Natsu shook her head. The most important task now was to deal with Kinoshita Ren.
At home, there's also Sister Youcai who genuinely loves him, and a quirky girl named Shana whose motives are unknown.
Now, in this place, I'm strolling through the festival with Mikoto again, reminiscing about the past.
"You've been staring at my lips." Miyuki suddenly turned her head, a mischievous smile playing on her lips, appearing even more mysterious in the night.
Do you want to kiss me?
"Huh?" Shirakawa Natsu was startled, snapping out of her reverie, a momentary tension appearing in her eyes.
He was just thinking about Miyuki, her sexy lips painted with deep purple lipstick, and him biting them.
However, she seems to have misunderstood, and it's hard to explain.
Just as he was at a loss, Miyuki suddenly leaned over, turned her head, and kissed him on the lips.
"Bang!" Fireworks exploded in the sky, illuminating the night.
Several seconds later, the two separated.
"Your skills aren't very good." Miyuki raised her head, licked her lips with her tongue, and gave a half-smile.
"..." Shirakawa Natsumi was about to retaliate.
Miyu leaned her head closer and rested it on his shoulder.
She is actually two centimeters taller than Shirakawa Natsu, so this pose looks a bit strange.
After a moment of surprise, Shirakawa Natsu put his arm around her shoulder from behind.
Only at this moment did the two of them snuggle together.
"Click."
The sound of a camera clicking can be heard in the distance.
Shana squinted slightly, taking photos while muttering to herself:
"You got some good shots, Xia. You don't want Sister Youcai to find out about your messy relationship with your friends, do you?"
"Miyuki, I've always considered you a good friend."
"Sana, don't run around, you might get lost." Hashimoto Arina, wearing wooden clogs, squeezed through the crowd:
"They had to come all this way to see the fireworks, and now that it's started, they're running around again."
"Hehe~ I was just trying to find a good angle." Shana subtly put away her camera and put on her innocent smile.
"Let's go to the poolside then, there are fewer people there." Hashimoto Arina took her hand.
"No, I'm afraid of water, boohoo." Shana looked pitiful and grabbed her arm. "Let's go to the outer circle, it's too crowded here."
"You're just like a child." Hashimoto Arina smiled helplessly and turned to look at the sky: "Such beautiful fireworks, we must come and see them with Natsumi."
A jeep speeds along a highway in Tokyo at night.
Shirakawa Natsu kept glancing at Miyuki out of the corner of her eye.
This isn't about letting him bite it.
After returning from the festival, he gradually began to wonder if their relationship might be different.
My brother, whom I've known for over ten years, is a woman I could be with. Whenever I think of this, a subtle feeling rises in my heart.
“My law professor once asked me, ‘If you take happiness away from someone else and then possess it for yourself, will you feel truly happy?’” Mi Zhi Shi suddenly spoke up, pulling him out of his reverie.
Shirakawa Natsumi was taken aback, then fell silent. She was probably referring to Hashimoto Arina.
In Miyuki's view, if he were to date her, she would be the one stealing the happiness that should have belonged to Arina.
So it turns out that Miyuki is also a woman, and has such delicate thoughts.
He was about to say something to comfort him.
Miyuki suddenly curled up a roguish smile: "Even so, it doesn't matter, as long as I can be with the person I like."
"No matter how others see me or how they reject me, as long as I can be with the person I love, that's enough," I replied to him.
"..." Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched.
“Because this is my sincere wish.” Mikoto leaned against the passenger seat, turned her head, and looked at Shirakawa Natsu:
"I've tried. If I were to think of you as a man, I wouldn't dislike you, but it's far from love."
"If one day I fall in love with you, I will tell you without hesitation."
"So you don't need to think too much, you still have things you have to do."
After listening to her, Shirakawa Natsumi remained silent for a moment, then nodded: "Thank you."
Miyuki smiled, relaxed, and leaned back in the passenger seat.
After these words, the ambiguous atmosphere between the two dissipated considerably, as if they had returned to their initial friendship.
All that I've experienced has simply transformed into a seed, buried in the soil.
"By the way, why did your law professor ask you that kind of question?" Shirakawa Natsu asked curiously as she drove.