Chapter 85: Taking New Photos for Qingling Yuki again (Request for Monthly Votes)

“Let me go! Once I’m out of here, I will never forgive you!”

The tiny figure in a kimono thrashed about on the broad-shouldered boy’s back.

Yukino was draped over Haruhi’s shoulder, her whole body tipped upside down. The kimono had slipped loose, revealing calves as pale as milk; her little feet kicked in the air, small and white and springy, like pieces of jelly.

No matter how she struggled, the arm binding her was like iron—unyielding, not even swaying once. Instead, the hard muscle beneath it bruised at her leg with painful insistence.

“You bastard. I’ll never let this go!”

Yukino had lost some of her reason. This was the first time anyone had treated her like this, and the pride of a girl born to heaven was beginning to crack.

“Bastard?” Haruhi repeated, amused by the familiar insult. Thinking of the little cook at home, he smiled. “Your sister used to call me that too. But you know what she calls me now?”

The sisters did have one thing in common.

Yukino simply did not want to speak anymore. Her feet still flailed futilely, but it changed nothing.

By contrast, Shizuka remained quiet and still.

“Mr. Haruhara, I think there’s room to negotiate. Doing this helps neither of us. To be honest, the Kiyora family’s power is terrifying. You should calm down and not ruin yourself over a moment’s conflict.”

Even now, the manager was still trying to bargain with Haruhi in her habitual manner. The odds were slim, but it was still worth a try.

At that, Haruhi could not help laughing out loud. With both hands, he pinched each girl’s thigh. The loose white kimono and the skirt of the office lady uniform each bulged beneath his grip, bringing two different textures to his fingers.

Shizuka’s long legs were the sort of plump, lush kind that felt especially meaty to the touch. She was wearing black stockings as well, making them all the smoother, silkier, and more lustrous.

As for the second young lady at his left shoulder, her thighs held more of a taut, youthful feel. Her skin had been as tender and pale as jade tofu to begin with, making it feel as though one were washing in a bath of foam bubbles—strangely soothing.

“You pervert!”

Yukino flushed bright red at once. Feeling the strange touch against her thighs made her skin itch.

Shizuka remained quiet, her little face flushed as if she were drunk.

At the age of twenty-nine, this was the first time she had ever been touched in such an intimate place.

“Now you want me to be rational? That look you were giving me just now, like you wanted to flay me alive, wasn’t fake. Eight grown men bullying one high school boy—do you have any idea how hard that is for me? And now you’re talking to me about reason? Too late!”

Haruhi clicked his tongue. What a joke. If he had not had the Diamond Might Pill, he might really have had to crawl his way out.

He had to give these two a painful lesson so that troubles like this would not come again.

What was there to fear from wealth and power? Especially for someone like Yukino, born into a large family and contending for the right of succession—people like her cared all the more about their feathers and their reputation.

He squeezed the pair of long legs in his hands and kicked open the bathroom door of the private room.

There was no tenderness. With a flick of both arms, he hurled the two beauties into the air, and they fell hard to the ground with their backsides first.

“Ow!”

Kneeling half-upright on the floor, Yukino rubbed her sore little rear, glaring up at the tall boy before her with resentment and malice.

At this point, the second young lady had long since lost her earlier composure and control. What remained was mostly embarrassment and disarray; her loose kimono and silver-white hair were in complete disorder. Where, exactly, was the disgraced young lady of the Kiyora family meant to go from here?

Shizuka did not feel much better. There was a trace of anger in those peach-blossom eyes.

Her lips, painted with red lipstick, pouted slightly.

“Weren’t you the one saying those photos were edited, Second Young Lady? Then I’ll take a few more for you right now. By then you’ll know whether they’re real or fake.”

Haruhi grinned, but the sunny smile brought no warmth to the two women in the bathroom.

Yukino glanced at the empty space behind Haruhi’s back, then pushed off with both legs and quickly scrambled to her feet, running for the bathroom door.

The second young lady had thrown away her dignity as well. Her posture was wretched, but it was the fastest chance to reach the outside.

Three steps, two, one, and the last half step!

Yukino felt victory just ahead of her, as if she could already smell freedom!

The dawn of hope was right before her eyes!

Once she escaped, she would certainly teach that hateful bastard a proper lesson!

Thinking this, she quickened the pace of her little legs by two degrees as well.

But just as she was half a step from the exit, her right foot strained with all its might and still refused to move. Some force tugged her back toward the door, and fate itself seized her by the nape of the neck.

Then that same great hand caught the back collar of her kimono and lifted her clean off the ground. Suspended in the air, her garment was hoisted up around her, and her two neat little legs kicked helplessly once or twice.

Haruhi held Yukino by the scruff. The Diamond Might Pill was still in effect, his stamina doubled, his arm strength astonishing. He lifted her by her clothing, bringing himself and the second young lady to the same level so they could stare at each other.

The scene was faintly awkward.

“Still trying to sneak off? From now on, I’ll call you little Kiyora Squirrel.”

Haruhi smiled.

“Heh... hehe...”

With the collar of her kimono pinched up, her porcelain-doll face showed only a pair of eyes glimmering with hidden allure. She blinked at Haruhi twice, her long lashes very pretty, trying to look innocent.

But Haruhi gave her no chance. Without the slightest pity for beauty, he tossed the little figure in his hand straight to the floor.

“Ow!”

Her rear taking a second blow, Yukino felt a faint regret in her heart. She should not have struggled so much.

Haruhi glanced at the obedient Shizuka off to the side, then at Yukino rubbing her backside in front of him.

“If you won’t behave, I’ll let you try first.”

Saying this, under Shizuka’s shocked gaze, Haruhi extended a finger and moved it over Yukino’s body.

Her face, her neck, her arms, the back of her hand, her slender waist.

As his finger traced over her, Yukino resisted at first. But with Haruhi controlling her hands, she could not do anything. Then, as his finger continued to slide, the second young lady’s cheeks slowly turned rosy.

Even the heat of her breathing grew intense. Her lips parted slightly, and soft pants escaped.

In the end, Haruhi’s reach even slipped beneath the kimono. Yukino’s eyes still held the last traces of clarity and defiance, but her body had gone limp, unable to move.

Her kimono had become a little messy, and she looked no better than some fallen young lady of a noble house in ancient times.

A sight that awakened pity and desire alike, making one want to gather her into one’s arms and knead her mercilessly.

Shizuka, standing nearby, looked in disbelief at everything before her. Her worldview was being washed away. Was this really the same second young lady she knew?

That ravaged little flower looked, truthfully, rather moving.

Her gaze toward Haruhi no longer held the contempt and arrogance from before. What remained was only deep fear!

She even began to wonder whether the world she was living in was real at all!

This had to be one of those paper comics students liked to read, right?

How could this be possible with just one finger?

Unbelievable. Too unbelievable to even imagine.

Reason told Shizuka that she should seize this chance to run out the door while Haruhi was not paying attention, then call for help to rescue the second young lady.

But she could not. For reasons she did not understand, her legs had gone completely weak.

She collapsed on the floor and could not get up...

Ten minutes later, Haruhi was very satisfied as he wiped his hand on the edge of the kimono.

Mm. The effect was indeed excellent.

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Biting her lip tightly so she would not make any strange sounds was the second young lady’s final stubborn pride.

A series of poses, fifty dynamic shots, and he casually swiped through the photos in his phone album.

Mm. His photography skills had improved greatly.

Putting the phone away, he rubbed his hands together and bared his eight white teeth before walking toward the limp Shizuka on the floor.

“To be honest, I’m a little surprised you didn’t try to run.”

Haruhi crouched down and asked curiously.

Although he had been occupied with Yukino just now, he had also kept a wary eye on this side. At the slightest disturbance, he could react quickly and lift Shizuka up to throw her again.

What a pity. This office lady beauty had not made a single unnecessary move. She had even watched the two of them with complete attention, to the point that Haruhi had started to feel a little embarrassed.

“Tsk. What a shame. I was just thinking of throwing you again.”

Haruhi said this with a regretful look.

Shizuka was speechless. If my legs weren’t so weak, I would have run already.

And what exactly did you mean by that? So that opening was deliberately left for me, just to lure me into taking the bait?

How despicable. How can you be this scheming at such a young age? Tch.

“Since you’re not running, then I won’t be polite.”

Fairness was fairness; both of them had to get a turn, and both had to have pictures taken as keepsakes.

Otherwise, someone would say it was unfair.

Haruhi rolled his wrist and flexed his fingers. A faint, inexplicable fragrance still lingered on them.

He did not know where it came from, only that it clung to his fingers for quite a while before slowly fading on its own.

Shizuka was frightened, yet a trace of inexplicable anticipation flickered through her as well.

Though it lasted only an instant, Haruhi still caught it sharply.

Damn, girl, what was that look? Anticipation? Why would you be anticipating this?!

Hiss, I’m punishing you here! Please, have some respect for the process!

As Haruhi froze in midair, Shizuka bit her lip lightly, her cheeks red, and asked in a very soft, very pleasant voice, “Why aren’t you coming over yet?”

Her tone was gentle, but to Haruhi it sounded exactly like provocation.

Damn it. Not even the satisfaction of revenge.

“Not coming?”

Shizuka asked again, though now her face was even shyer.

Half crouched on the floor, her pair of plump long legs in black stockings were pressed tightly together, and with those peach-blossom eyes of hers, she was simply lethal.

Twenty minutes later, Haruhi walked out of the bathroom looking relaxed.

Yukino had finally recovered her senses, only to be lectured thoroughly by Haruhi with the photos in hand.

The second young lady was so furious her teeth itched, but there was nothing she could do.

Her helpless rage made Haruhi unable to resist pinching her delicate, collagen-soft cheeks once more.

“The cleanup is all yours, Miss Kiyora. I’m heading back first. Your sister is still waiting for me to have dinner with her!”

Haruhi reached out and pinched that smooth, soft little face again.

Yukino was so angry she felt her teeth might grind to dust. Her large eyes were full of fury, and though her cheeks were being pinched, she had no way to fight back.

“Oh, and remember to straighten your clothes before you go out!”

With both hands behind his back, Haruhi strolled out of the private room like some old master on an evening walk.

“Haruhi!”

Left standing there, Yukino stamped her feet in frustration.

The sky had already begun to darken. The sun had not yet fully sunk, but a faint, almost ethereal moon had appeared overhead.

How strange.

He left the teahouse amid the repeated greetings of the pretty reception girls.

The breeze brushing against Haruhi’s body felt especially pleasant and soothing.

Only one or two hours had passed, yet so much had happened.

If this plot were written into a novel, it would sell like crazy, maybe even surge onto a trending list or something. After all, handsome readers loved this sort of thing.

Yukino’s current affection score: 6

Yukino’s current affection score: 7

Yukino’s current affection score: 6

Yukino’s current affection score: 9

...

Watching the affection score flicker up and down, Haruhi only shrugged carelessly.

Let it jump if it wanted to. It still would not rise above ten. Any affection below ten was hatred anyway; the only difference was the depth of that hatred.

His little cook at home was still the best. He wondered what delicious dish she would make for him tonight.

Practice makes perfect. One had to admit that after being cooked for so many times, Kiyora Miu’s dishes had truly begun to improve.

That warmed Haruhi’s heart.

Ah, to see one’s child grow up.

Thinking this, Haruhi unconsciously quickened his pace. Like the students pushing bicycles home after extra club practice, he too was filled with anticipation for the fragrant meal waiting at home.

The future looked brighter, and both our paths seemed lit with promise.

...

“Miss, h-how should we handle Haruhi Haruhara’s side?”

Inside a luxurious office, the neatly dressed Shizuka bent low to one side and asked cautiously.

To be honest, she bore a great deal of responsibility for what had happened at the teahouse that afternoon.

She had failed to investigate the other party thoroughly, which was a serious dereliction of duty, and had even caused the second young lady to make a scene...

Even if only she had seen it.

Yukino sat in the executive chair, sunk into it a little. She cast a faint sidelong glance at the female manager, her small face unreadable. After a long silence, she slowly said, “Leave it. I’ve already told Father about this. Let their father and daughter worry about it.”

“Understood. If it’s the chairman, then there should be no problem.”

Shizuka nodded. The chairman was not some delicate greenhouse flower like them.

A shadow-world power broker. The authority of the Kiyora family.

...

On the train, Haruhi leaned against the wall as a gust of wind rushed past, lifting his loose hair.

Just now, he had received a text from Mrs. Haruhara.

She wanted him to come to her house tomorrow to help tutor Misako Upahara with her studies...

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The end.