Laid-Back Life in Tokyo: I Really Didn't Want to Work Hard
Chapter 101: The Cold Ground, The Scorching Body Temperature

Chapter 101: Chapter 101: The Cold Ground, The Scorching Body Temperature

The fragrance filled the air between them.

Uesugi Sakura didn’t know how to describe this feeling. Was it like being surrounded by the leisurely clouds in the sky?

In any case, it was utterly wonderful.

"Sakura-kun, no... don’t move..."

Hanamaru Hanabi seemed startled, her voice was a gentle gasp.

But the person sleeping on her thigh showed no reaction.

The soft flesh of the girl’s leg pressed against his face.

He seemed to enjoy this, as evidenced by the curved smile on his lips.

His warm breath felt ticklish on her thigh. Hanamaru Hanabi had always harbored fantasies about this type of scene, one that only existed in manga.

But now, the cross-legged girl only felt sore.

"Sorry, Sakura-kun, Hanabi wants to move a bit." She whispered carefully, afraid to disturb his sleep.

Although she said she wanted to move, Uesugi Sakura was pressed so tightly against her that when Hanamaru Hanabi tried to lift his head, she couldn’t succeed at all.

With more strength, she was afraid of waking him, and with less, she couldn’t lift him.

It was quite a predicament.

"What should I do..."

She tried to move her thigh backwards, but Uesugi Sakura’s head, along with her pleated skirt, was pressed down. When she shifted, her skirt pulled down from her waist.

After many attempts, she could only give up.

Uesugi Sakura’s head lay on its side, nestled against the soft flesh of her leg, turning to face upwards beneath a black pleated skirt.

Seeing his upward-facing face, Hanamaru Hanabi’s cheeks instantly flushed with a heated blush.

"Uh... Sakura-kun..."

She hurriedly covered her cheeks with both hands, unable to bring herself to gaze at his sleeping face.

Yet, the more she resisted, the stronger the girl’s curiosity became.

She began to peek through the small gaps between her fingers, the gaps gradually widening.

Seeing that he remained unresponsive, Hanamaru Hanabi, with a flushed face, eventually lowered her hands slowly, like a cautious cat drawn in by food.

She stared dumbfoundedly at the handsome face lying on her legs.

The young man’s face was handsome and elegant, with gentle and natural features like the wind. The strands of hair scattered on his forehead further accentuated his refined and clear-cut features—a look that could easily win the affection of many girls.

Hanamaru Hanabi knew that due to this face, he had received many love letters from girls of his age.

She paid great attention to this.

Every time she saw him holding a love letter, she would secretly follow him, tiptoeing and hiding in a distant corner, silently observing whether he would accept the girl’s feelings.

At such moments, she would unconsciously place her hand on her chest, her heart tightening, praying that he would reject the girl’s feelings.

And it seemed that the gods responded to the girl’s wish, as all the girls’ confessions ended in failure.

Because of this, she feared being estranged after confessing her own feelings.

She was... just a clumsy girl who had relied on him since childhood...

As a child, the most she could do for him was to drag him to see beautiful flowers and offer a few terribly childish and clumsy drawings.

But the more she looked at him lying on her now, the sweeter the warmth that welled up in her heart.

For a long time, he had only said he liked her...

Hanamaru Hanabi reached out her slender arm, cautiously approaching his face, her adorably blushing face showing a curious and tentative worried expression: "Sakura-kun... shouldn’t wake up, right..."

She poked his face with her fingertip, and seeing that he didn’t wake up, she pinched his nose.

These meaningless little actions only made her feel more amused.

She pinched her own face for comparison and concluded: "Sakura-kun’s face... is a bit more firm than Hanabi’s."

"Is it because he’s a boy?"

Doing things she wouldn’t dare to when he was awake, while he was asleep, gave a peculiar feeling of covert curiosity.

Hanamaru Hanabi looked at his lips that had barely brushed her cheek before, thinking of the mischief she played on him during junior high school, and she pressed her soft lips together nervously.

She decided to review her own behavior.

"Sakura-kun... Hanabi that day secretly—"

Hanamaru Hanabi suddenly stopped talking and blinked at Uesugi Sakura, whose eyes had opened.

"Secretly what?" asked Uesugi Sakura, lying on the girl’s lap with a smile.

From his vantage point, the girl’s shy expression was even clearer in his eyes.

On normal occasions like this, she would bow her head to avoid his gaze.

It was impossible to bow now, so the girl had to try to lift her head and turn aside to avoid him.

"Nothing... nothing, Sakura-kun didn’t hear what Hanabi just said."

Uesugi Sakura was very curious about what she had secretly done, but he didn’t respond for a long time.

— The girls’ school uniform at Kamigoe High School was the Kantou style black sailor suit.

Black top, black skirt, red tie.

To correct the silhouette, the sailor suit’s top was made wide and short, and the skirt was cinched at the waist.

This left a gap at the intersection of the skirt and top.

Usually, nothing could be seen, but viewing from below, a high school girl’s fair, flat abdomen could be glimpsed.

Hanamaru Hanabi’s deliberate chest-thrusting gesture further expanded this beautiful scene in front of him.

It was a pity she was wearing underwear.

"So fair." On instinct, Uesugi Sakura uttered.

So fair...

Hearing these words, Hanamaru Hanabi’s tightly shut lavender eyes suddenly opened, and she quickly turned around in a panic, pressing her little hands against the top of her shirt that bunched up at her stomach.

"Can’t you see?" In fact, Uesugi Sakura really wanted to touch her small stomach.

"Hanabi, Hanabi..."

Hanamaru Hanabi mumbled for a long time, not knowing what to say, finally mentioning Hanamaru Hiroki to protect herself:

"Yes, dad... dad says Sakura-kun can’t casually look at Hanabi’s stomach."

The girl’s lap pillow was very comfortable; lying on the soft thighs gave a unique sense of security, and the air was full of a girl’s scent.

But at this moment, Uesugi Sakura inexplicably wanted to go further.

He sat up, his hands climbing onto her shoulders, just like that day, pressing her onto the floor scattered with white exam papers.

The floor was hard, so he controlled his strength carefully.

Unlike the soft bed that day, the hard, cold floor was chilling, but Hanamaru Hanabi inexplicably found this cluttered storage room very stuffy, and her body became inexplicably restless with his sudden actions.

The cold seeped through the exam papers and through the sailor suit onto her skin, which should have been cooling, but now it did nothing to cool her down.

The sunlight filtering through the blinds lined up with the scattered white exam papers on the floor.

The heat continued to ferment in this narrow, cluttered room.

Uesugi Sakura placed his nose against the girl’s fair collarbone, inhaling her scent, his hand reaching for her slender waist.

Her waist felt ticklish, her heart as well, a strange but not unpleasant sensation.

The breath on her neck brushed against the girl’s skin.

Hanamaru Hanabi closed her eyes tightly, softly calling out his name: "Sakura... Sakura-kun..."

Following the line of her waist, it was a flat, soft abdomen.

"It tickles... Sakura-kun..."

Due to the previous lap pillow, her thighs were weak and limp, leaving her unable to resist anything.

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