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How come I've grown so much bigger and more mature, but my hands are still so naughty.
Akai Muzi's face turned red with embarrassment.
Now she just wanted the driver to drive faster so that she could take Fujii Itsuki back home quickly.
Chapter 163: Drinking and Misbehavior (Part )
"Muzi~Muzi~~Muzi~~~"
"I know, I know."
After getting out of the car, Akai Muko was helpless as she supported Fujii Itsuki, who was drunk but still had the energy to touch and cling to her, on the side of the street.
At this time, Fujii Itsuki was like a little child.
Not only has he lost his proper conduct, but even his desires as a man have been infinitely magnified.
Just after getting off the car, Akai Muzi felt that he was touching her thigh so much that she couldn't even walk.
Although she is an adult and her ability to accept things is much higher than that of a little girl, Akai Muzi can't remember how many years it has been since she had such an unusually intimate behavior with someone.
She was quite embarrassed to be invaded by the other party like this.
"Muzi~Muzi~What's wrong with you? Why have you been pushing me away all day?" Fujii Itsuki closed his eyes and rested his chin on her shoulder, with almost all of his weight resting on Akai Muzi.
As for the left and right hands, one hand was around her arm.
The other hand was placed under her long skirt, and he touched her while talking, without any scruples.
"Where can I have it?"
Akai Muzi didn't have any temper at all, she just felt like she didn't have the energy to speak.
She had just got off the car and taken two steps when Fujii Itsuki started saying a lot of things in her ear.
They are mostly words expressing love.
He said it in a very euphemistic way, and I don't even know which literary work he took some of the words from.
Weirdly romantic.
Add to that the contrast that this guy has a clean mouth but not honest hands.
Akai Muzi felt that she really couldn't bear it.
How come this guy Ashu is so good at teasing women?
Even when drunk it's like this.
Leaning against me, sticking to me, talking in my ear and blowing hot air, while my hands were touching me.
Akai Muzi was a little shy, and her sense of propriety and integrity also made her somewhat resistant, but this little mood and resistance actually fueled the atmosphere between the two of them.
Muzi has to admit it.
This guy is a tease.
A hand reached under the skirt, behind her.
"Muzi~"
Clap a shot.
Akai Muzi was so embarrassed now.
Blood immediately rushed to his face and it turned red.
“It feels good~”
"Ashu! You bastard!"
"Hmm? What's wrong?"
Two more times.
“Disgustingly tight.”
"Want to welcome or refuse~?"
Two more times.
How indecent!
Akai Muzi had no choice but to give him a stern and serious look, then used all her strength to take him to her home.
This is the street after all.
Even though it was late at night there were hardly any people there.
But the atmosphere here still makes Akai Muzi, as a woman, feel unsafe.
She coaxed Fujii Itsuki in a gentle voice, repeating to him, "Let's talk about it when we get home."
"Home? Then can Muzi give me a kiss this time?"
"Okay, but you have to get home first before you can kiss."
"mua~~"
"Uh-huh, huh-huh, mua, let's go."
Akai Muzi supported the staggering Fujii Itsuki back to her second-floor apartment.
My mother is out these days because she made an appointment with some friends in the community to go see the sea of flowers, so she is the only one living in the house now.
Akai Muzi helped Fujii Itsuki back to the rental house.
This dishonest guy pushed her against the wall almost immediately. Akai Muzi was still thinking that this man was very strong when he hugged her face and kissed her.
It was her first time to experience the feeling of kissing.
fantastic.
Although there is a strong smell of alcohol.
But at this moment, what is more important is the enthusiasm conveyed by the other party.
This enthusiasm made Akai Muzi a little intoxicated, a little erratic, and a little self-forgetful.
With eyes closed, the soul and consciousness seem to be separated from the body.
In this kiss that was almost like forced conquest, Akai Muzi floated back to the past.
The memories of high school have become a little yellow and fuzzy because it has been so long.
But the memories of Fujii Itsuki have always been so vivid, colorful and magnificent.
She can remember every spring, summer, autumn and winter she spent with him.
I can still remember the scene where he would knit a pair of gloves for me every winter and give them to me in person on a snowy day.
Whenever a female classmate asked about the origin of his gloves, he would say that they were given to him by Ah Shu, which would then draw praise and envy from his classmates.
Listening to these compliments and feeling the envy in class, Akai Muzi felt that Fujii Itsuki, who always slept in the seat in front of her, was covered with a hazy filter.
"Muzi, I like you very much."
"Muzi, how about going hiking and camping tomorrow?"
"Muzi, I just saved up some pocket money. How about I buy some chicken and we grill it together? I'll show you my cooking skills!"
"Muzi."
"Muzi."
"Muzi."
The flashbacks of memory make emotions run wild in the mind.
Akai Muzi felt that any defense she had was like a piece of paper, broken at the touch of a kiss.
I don't want to resist at all.
Don't want to let go at all.
Even as the other person's hands touched more and more places and the kiss became more and more passionate.
The night is quiet.
The moon hid behind the dark clouds and could not emit any light.
The white shirt he wore for work had its buttons completely undone. Akai Muzi took the initiative to put her hands on his shoulders, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the counterattack.
The sound of kissing filled my mind.
Each other's passion heats each other's body temperature.
His back felt numb and tingling, and under the opponent's hands, he was left with only the unbearable enjoyment of hunger and thirst.
At this moment, Akai Muzi's memory has been pulled back from the past and returned to reality.
She just wanted to enjoy it now, right now, tonight.
Akai Muzi's white shirt hung on her arms. She closed her eyes and stretched her neck so that Fujii Itsuki could stay on her collarbone for a little longer.
Her consciousness became increasingly blurred under the other person's touch.
Until the ringing of the cell phone suddenly woke her up.
Ring ring ring.
Ring ring ring.
Ring ring ring.
But now that things have come to this, we can’t stop, right?
Besides, this belongs to Ashu, not to me.
Since Ashu hasn't made any move yet, what reason do I have to call a stop?
Both Akai Muzi and Fujii Itsuki chose to ignore it.
At this time, Akai Muzi was already lying on the tatami in the bedroom, not caring whether the scene was appropriate or not.