Laid-Back Life in Tokyo: I Really Didn't Want to Work Hard
Chapter 155 - 147 Stirring Fiery Love_2

Chapter 155: Chapter 147 Stirring Fiery Love_2

Perhaps it’s because in the past he helped her so much and came into contact with her frequently, that this deep affection could transcend over a decade of wear, revealing itself in this moment.

Recently, when reminiscing about the past with her, it always involved some unpleasant memories.

Why not focus on the happy moments?

"Let’s not dwell on such heavy topics."

Uesugi Sakura smiled at her, "We only need to know that Hanabi likes Sakura-kun, and Sakura-kun likes Hanabi too.

"Even though we’re engaged, we’ve only been in a relationship for two months. There are still many things we haven’t experienced together."

Having someone you like say they like you back is a kind of acknowledged love.

Floating leaves drifting on the river’s surface rise and fall, swaying with the water, reflecting dreamlike images.

Hanamaru Hanabi clung to his chest, her soft lips lingering with reluctance as they parted from his.

Uesugi Sakura saw her purse her lips and curiously asked, "How does it feel?"

"Sakura-kun’s taste... sweet, sweet..."

Their childhoods intertwined, closely bonded, inseparable.

They went to school together, walked through the streets and alleys together, sat under the eaves enjoying the gentle rain together.

He would read in the park, and she would smile as she presented the flowers she thought prettiest to him.

Among the black-and-white snapshots of memories, her bright, innocent smile was impossible to overlook.

The one who filled his childhood must also strive to walk together in the future.

"Sakura-kun..."

"Don’t talk."

...

With the girl’s chest rising and falling, came the tender, warm breath she exhaled.

Though the sun was shaded by the greenery, the threads of their tenderness had already been deeply stirred.

The taste lingering in their mouths was unsated.

"Kiss a little longer...?"

"..."

"As long as... Sakura-kun wants it..."

Sugary love overflowed in her heart, reflecting in their engrossed demeanor, difficult to express.

The two parted their rosy lips, their eyes meeting, gazing at each other.

"Is the sun about to set?"

"Almost..."

"Isn’t it still so hot."

"Mm..."

Uesugi Sakura held the girl’s heated body, while sweat beaded and dampened her white sundress.

Soft strands of hair had already become disheveled on her feverish, flushed face.

"Have you been growing your hair lately? It’s gotten much longer than before."

"Mm, Hanabi wants to tie some of her hair in front."

"I think it’ll make you even cuter."

With arms around her waist and back, he could already feel the moist sweat soaking her clothes.

"Should we go home?"

"We haven’t bought anything for dinner yet."

"Your place or mine?"

"Sakura-kun’s place... Mom is pregnant... can’t have the same food as Hanabi."

Uesugi Sakura paused for a second before continuing:

"It’s so hot, after a day of competition... quite tiring too, my clothes are sweaty and sticky, I definitely need... to take a shower."

Hanamaru Hanabi paused, shyly looked up at him, her white shoulders already dotted with beads of sweat.

The meaning was clear without needing to be said out loud.

"Are you agreeing?" Uesugi Sakura could feel the full weight of the girl leaning on him.

Her left hand clasped tightly, Hanamaru Hanabi lowered her head, her eyes with a tint of color flickering with gentle light: "Just like last time."

Picking up the bow bag that leaned against the back, Uesugi Sakura held her small hand as they stepped onto the low, old stairs on the riverbank.

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Approaching evening, the residual warmth of the sun grilled the clouds, layer upon layer rolling with melancholy hues of orange and dark gold, weaving into a sky of dreamy oil-painting quality.

The red and yellow Doutoku Arakawa Line glided across the road, and the wind from the heavy car caressed her face gently while the nearby rape flowers and soft strands of hair floated gently to the right.

The power poles emitted a ding-ding warning sound as the two returned from the supermarket, waiting for the tram to pass over the tracks.

The barrier rose, and opposite the crossing, they spotted a few familiar neighbors.

They nodded in greeting, as the neighbors teased with smiles: "Hasn’t Hanabi-chan become prettier," "You’re engaged!? Just recently you were stealing oranges at my place," "How nice," "Make sure to invite me to the wedding"... such sentiments.

Then, bidding farewell to the kind neighbors, the two continued home.

"Who led the charge in stealing the oranges?" Uesugi Sakura puzzledly recalled while carrying supermarket vegetables and fruits.

Hanamaru Hanabi tilted her head to look at him: "It was obviously Sakura-kun."

"Ah? Really?"

"Sakura-kun usually acts like a mature big brother, but still leads Hanabi into some naughty mischief." Hanamaru Hanabi pronounced clearly.

"They were all small things." Uesugi Sakura chuckled.

As they walked through here, their journey home didn’t take long.

Turning the key at the door, Uesugi Sakura stepped into the entryway.

Hanamaru Hanabi used her toes to tip off her little shoes, revealing slender feet wrapped in white silk, with her milky white toes tinted a gentle pink.

Uesugi Sakura couldn’t look away:

"Shall we... take a bath first?"

Seeing him set the groceries aside, an indescribable emotion stirred in Hanamaru Hanabi’s heart. After a moment of hesitation, she nodded with a blush: "Okay."

In the spacious house, it was just the two of them, with hot water already drawn in the bathtub.

Hanamaru Hanabi remained still.

"Sakura-kun... why did you draw water in the bathtub?"

Still wearing the Kyudo uniform, Uesugi Sakura loosened his collar uncomfortably and turned back to her: "To bathe together."

"Bathe together...? No way."

Hanamaru Hanabi’s face reddened, too shy to look at him, "We agreed... only back scrubbing..."

Uesugi Sakura approached and pinched her soft, warm cheek.

Soft to the touch, comfortable and reassuring.

Then his hand slipped down her pale neck, onto her exposed fragrant shoulder.

"Sit down first, let me take off your socks."

Hanamaru Hanabi sneaked a peek at his exposed chest, making her ears turn red, her eyes darting away, as her heart raced.

"Sakura-kun... actually wants to touch my legs...."

The youthful girl’s bashful look made Uesugi Sakura lean in closer, gently biting her ear.

"Sakura-kun..."

The affectionate longing was intimately ignited, her heart melting under the warmth of his affectionate breath.

"Is little Hanabi refusing?" he softly asked beside her ear.

Her ear felt ticklish from his warm breath.

"If it’s Sakura-kun... it’s okay..." she slowly replied, her voice carrying a faint nasal tone.

Supporting her graceful waist.

Hanamaru Hanabi sat on the small stool, her white silk-clad thigh slightly lifted, calf tucked inward.

The subtle gesture had an exclusive girlish charm.

His fingertips, gliding over her thigh skin, tickled slightly.

Hanamaru Hanabi’s tender, soft foot rested in his palm, the pink-white toes shyly curling inward.

If he pinched her little foot, the feedback touch was richly small and intimate.

Hanamaru Hanabi’s eyes misted, colors swirling, softly calling out: "Sakura-kun, do you like this...? Hanabi always feels it’s strange."

"It’s because Hanabi is too cute." Uesugi Sakura laughed, pulling the white hem of her thigh-high socks.

Then...

The white silk with her delicate pink sweat slipped off her foot porcelain-like skin whiteness.

Her pink soft foot remained tenderly held in his hand.

Knowing she was ticklish, Uesugi Sakura deliberately tickled her sole.

"No, don’t tickle!"

Hanamaru Hanabi hurriedly escaped, her bare footing resting on the cold tiles.

Recently Hanabi had been especially cute, her bashful image inciting a strong desire to be near her.

Again, Uesugi Sakura leaned in, capturing her fragrant lips with his.

After separating, their foreheads came together, the breath they inhaled filled with each other’s scent.

"Hanabi is so cute."

The familiar face, yet now carrying a delicious sweet allure.

"...as long as Sakura-kun always likes Hanabi..."

"The hot water’s ready, want to bathe together?"

"Hanabi, Hanabi can’t dare..."

"Afraid or embarrassed?"

"Both... a bit..."

"When can we be closer?"

"What does Sakura-kun mean by that...?"

Uesugi Sakura held back his restless heart, unwilling to tarnish her lily-like purity.

"Can you scrub my back?"

"I can."

"And washing your back?"

"Also can."

Uesugi Sakura lifted her, heading to the bathroom filled with warm light.