After arriving at Yukino's house, Makoto sat down, but she didn't get to the point right away.
Instead, she went to wash a plate of cherries.
When she returned and their eyes met, she said calmly,
"Cherries don't normally hit the market until next month, but my sister brought me some last time. Looks like you came at the right time."
Makoto sensed she had something on her mind, so he picked up a cherry and played along.
"Since you invited me today, can I assume you specially brought me here to share these with me?"
"I don't like that kind of stupid topic."
Yukino kept her cool and turned to make tea.
From his seat, Makoto had a clear view of her figure.
She was still wearing thigh-high socks today—her long, shapely legs added greatly to her charm.
Among the beautiful girls he knew, only Utaha and Yukino had legs at that level.
The Nakano girls had the advantage of curvier, sexier figures and sweet faces.
Yukino was different. Except for her modest bust, her appearance was flawless.
Especially her legs—just as mesmerizing as Utaha's. Because their proportions were so perfect, Makoto often found his gaze drifting to her equally alluring waist.
Simply put—she was irresistible.
He had closely examined her legs before and confirmed—no flaws. Perfect to carry...
When Yukino returned with the tea, she didn't wait for him to speak. She went straight for the kill: "Are my legs pretty?"
Gorgeous!
Super gorgeous!
Makoto calmly sipped his tea. "You noticed that?"
Yukino gave a meaningful smile. "Just a guess. Looks like I know your pervy tendencies pretty well now—even random guesses are spot on."
"I've said it many times—liking legs doesn't make a guy a pervert."
"Oh?"
Yukino replied casually, then sat across from him, her legs properly together, smile still lingering.
"Then tell me—if you were staring at me for so long, you must've had some thoughts, right?"
Makoto: "You want to hear them?"
Yukino nodded decisively.
Makoto leaned back and struck a serious pose: "You're right. I actually have a lot of thoughts."
Then, with the air of a food critic, he said,
"Some girls have very nice legs too, but they might have scars or blemishes. Without wearing nude stockings, the beauty of their legs would be affected."
Yukino raised an eyebrow—she hadn't expected him to give such a proper analysis.
She even glanced at her own legs.
Since she was wearing long socks, she couldn't see them, but she knew she had taken great care of them over the years—they were flawless.
Then Makoto looked at her and said, "You're different. Your legs have no flaws at all. Even without stockings, they don't detract from your overall beauty."
Yukino raised her hand and cut him off. "Okay, that's enough of that topic."
If this went on, she feared she might start to act strange too.
What kind of girl discusses the beauty of her own legs with a boy?
"I haven't finished my review yet," Makoto said, feigning dissatisfaction.
Yukino ignored him and moved to the real topic: "I've realized I still have a lot to improve on. And for that… I might need your help."
She suddenly paused.
Makoto looked at her flickering eyes, set down his teacup, leaned back lazily.
"What are you doing?" Yukino asked, confused.
"I'm waiting for you to pay the tuition."
Yukino's gaze turned sharp.
The urge to elbow someone can't be hidden!
Makoto met her fierce expression with a smirk:
"I get the feeling you've been acting strange today—like you already decided to pay the tuition and that's why you invited me."
Yukino's expression froze.
He nailed it!
If she hadn't made up her mind, she would never have invited him over so proactively.
Was she reluctant to let him play with her legs?
No—she actually enjoyed the intimacy, but her constant hesitation had kept her from making the first move.
Time to admit it—she didn't dislike physical contact. In fact, she wanted to drown in it.
Yukino suddenly stood up and silently walked to the bathroom.
Makoto asked, "Where are you going?"
Yukino didn't reply.
Moments later, she came out of the bathroom.
Only now, her thigh-high socks were gone, and she had changed her slippers to a pair of open-toed ones that exposed her toes.
With an awkward expression, she returned to her seat and looked up at Makoto, trying to appear composed, waiting for him to make a move.
Makoto didn't disappoint—he got up and walked over.
With each step he took, her heart beat faster.
By the time Makoto sat beside her, her breathing had already turned shallow.
It was time to pay tuition.
She recalled what he had said earlier.
But what she didn't expect was that, after sitting down, Makoto didn't pounce on her.
Instead, he picked up a cherry and said, "These cherries actually aren't that good."
Yukino couldn't figure out what new tactic he was using, so she replied, "I already said—next month is the best season for cherries."
Makoto held a cherry to her lips, offering to feed her. "No, what I meant is, you've been eating cherries the wrong way."
Then, facing her confused gaze, he smiled and said, "Open your mouth."
Yukino finally shot him a look of disdain. "So your 'correct' way of eating cherries is feeding them to me?"
Even as she said that, she parted her soft lips.
Just as the cherry touched her lips, she suddenly heard Makoto say, "Watch closely. This is how you eat a cherry."
"What do you—mmph."
Yukino's lips were sealed.
It was only then that she realized what Makoto meant by "correct method."
He used his blitz tactic again!
Yukino's beautiful eyes widened with a mix of embarrassment and anger. But instead of resisting, she reached out and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.
Once she took that first step, she found that cherry surprisingly delicious.
Then, she completely gave in.
She understood Makoto's opening move—but she had let her guard down and couldn't dodge it.
From the moment he mentioned "tuition," he had been guiding her attention away, leaving her unable to see through his strategy quickly enough.
When he said the cherries weren't tasty, her focus slipped again.
And just when she was most relaxed, he struck with a lethal, critical finishing move.
All his prior calm, as it turned out, had been building up to this ultimate move—and it lit a fire within Yukino's heart.
And once that fire was lit, all her emotions exploded with that kiss.
What else could she do?
Rather than resist, she chose to finally release all those tightly held-back feelings.
So when Makoto wrapped his arms around her slender waist, she clung to him even tighter, her hazy eyes shutting on their own.
No one knew how long they remained like that.
When they finally separated a little, Makoto gazed into her blurred eyes and softly said, "I think I'll go back a bit later tonight."
"Mm… mm?"
Yukino responded instinctively, then realized what he meant.
Looking into his eyes full of intent, she instantly understood.
"Going back later" meant he wasn't content with just playing with her legs.
He wanted more.
That was his real finishing move.
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