Chapter 160: Feifei

—Yukina’s eyes were too dazzling.

Being watched by such a clear gaze, Ephnel always found herself subconsciously looking away.

“If Yukina says so… hmm… then let’s wait a little longer.”

“But just waiting is so boring. Let’s do something, okay?”

“Then… want to play a guessing game?”

Ephnel suggested.

But Yukina shook her head, a sly curve at the corners of her eyes.

“Naoko, I want to play a ‘kissing’ game with you, can I? Let me kiss you.”

“Why so suddenly?”

As she spoke, Yukina’s breath was already close.

Their ten fingers were intertwined, strands of hair falling down.

Ephnel gently closed her eyes, letting the warm breath press against the corner of her lips.

After a good while, their lips finally parted.

Yukina tilted her chin up slightly and suddenly smiled, “I like kissing Naoko. I’m completely infatuated with this feeling. Will Naoko forgive me?”

“Even if you like it, don’t just say it out loud like that…”

Her cheeks grew a little hot.

Ephnel’s tongue swept across her lips, then she gently pressed them together.

“If I don’t say that I like you, I might not get another chance. So, at least for now, I have to tell Naoko everything I feel…”

Yukina leaned to the side.

She took the wishing bottle from her lap and placed it aside, then once again moved closer to Ephnel.

Ephnel unnaturally averted her gaze, letting Yukina’s weight press down on her, bit by bit, squeezing between her legs.

Yukina’s lips were cold, and so were her fingers.

Ephnel didn’t know if it was because the rainy night was just this temperature, or if her own body was too hot, making Yukina’s touch feel cool.

She gently closed her eyes, tilting her chin up, their ten fingers tightly clasped.

The arm supporting her from behind moved back inch by inch, and her body followed, leaning back little by little.

The rustle of fabric, the light caress of hair.

Without the light from the phone, the starlight and moonlight had sunk behind the thick rain clouds.

The night, for Ephnel, immediately felt as if she had been blindfolded; she couldn’t see anything clearly.

But her body could feel it.

The touch from Yukina, the light caress, the breath and body heat from Yukina.

Yukina’s breath was like a demon hidden in the dark, pushing Ephnel into the abyss of desire.

She gradually became lost in passion, her breathing shallow, until the moment before her sanity snapped, she was suddenly jolted awake.

She abruptly reached out, stopping the cold fingers that were trying to hook open the hem of her dress and invade beneath the fabric.

“Yukina… wait!”

Ephnel’s voice was a little off-key.

She gently pushed Yukina’s shoulder, and without Yukina blocking it, the light from the phone once again appeared between them.

She looked away in embarrassment.

“Wait…”

Ephnel panted softly, speaking in a low voice.

“We’re outside… w-we can’t do it here…”

She said that, but her flushed little face, her trembling lips, those soft, moist eyes, her quivering eyelashes, and her scorching breath all betrayed her.

Yukina’s chest rose and fell gently.

She looked at Ephnel, who was clearly already moved, and felt her throat go a little dry.

She licked the corner of her lips and leaned in.

“It’s okay, no one will see… Didn’t you say that almost no one comes here?”

“Even so… but…”

And as she spoke, Yukina gently pressed down on her again, locking Ephnel’s wrists with a single hand and pinning them above her head.

The phone slipped to the side with a clack, and the light that had illuminated their vision was completely hidden.

Now, she couldn’t see anything at all.

Biting her lower lip tightly, Ephnel subconsciously didn’t resist, but when both of her hands were caught, her body tensed up for no reason—the last time this was done to her, she had nearly passed out on the bed.

Yukina stared at Ephnel’s moist left eye, pursed her lips, and slowly leaned down, but then paused, the force in her hands loosening a little.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“It’s fine…”

Ephnel tilted her chin up slightly, looking at Yukina’s hazy figure.

She knew that Yukina’s passion was already hard to suppress.

To be liked by Yukina, to be needed by Yukina, to be the object of Yukina’s desires—Ephnel was happy, satisfied.

It felt like a little kitten was scratching at her heart, tearing down her rationality over and over.

But when she thought about their current situation, her cheeks burned with shame.

The cool, damp night wind blew past, carrying a light rain, constantly reminding Ephnel: this is a shrine, we’re outside, not in a bed at home.

…Should she stop now? If she were a little more firm and said “I don’t want to,” then Yukina definitely wouldn’t force her.

But, to be so strongly desired by Yukina, to be forcefully possessed, this kind of thing made Ephnel feel excited and satisfied from the bottom of her heart.

She didn’t want Yukina to suppress her feelings, nor could she deceive her own heart that was leaping because of Yukina’s demands.

“Then…”

Ephnel bit her lip, the corner of her mouth twitching.

“Then… you can’t take my clothes off…”

“Eh?”

Yukina was stunned for a moment, clearly stumped by Ephnel’s request.

“Not even lift them up a little…”

“You can’t.”

Ephnel’s reply was firm, her cheeks flushing red.

This was outside.

No matter what, Ephnel hadn’t yet found the courage to expose her body in this kind of situation.

This was a bottom line she couldn’t compromise on.

“Mmm… then I won’t take them off.”

Yukina paused for a moment, then nodded.

She liked Naoko, and wanted to possess her at all times, but she would never do something that Naoko was unwilling to do.

“But as compensation…”

Just then, Naoko spoke softly again.

As she spoke, a silver light flickered around Ephnel.

Her raven-like black hair gradually turned white, spreading out like cascading moonlight.

The dazzling dress on her body suddenly bloomed like flower petals, and Ephnel’s figure also changed in that instant.

Her already delicate wrists became even more slender, and her height, which had been similar to Yukina’s, gradually shrank until she was a head shorter than Yukina.

Yukina stared, stunned, at the person beneath her who had entered sync.

She heard the person beneath her turn away, her face flushed, and let out a childish sound from her nose:

“As compensation… I can do it with you like this… b-but you can’t take my clothes off…”

“Eh?”

“Yukina, you… you like this too, right?… If it’s in my ‘Ephnel’ form…”

Towards the end of her sentence, the little silver-haired girl was so embarrassed she went completely silent, her cheeks red enough to bleed.

And Yukina was still in a daze.

Seeing the figure of the little girl she had always admired pushed down beneath her, Yukina’s rationality stalled.

Her hands were still gripping Ephnel’s, pressing them in a reverse-grip above Ephnel’s head.

Ephnel’s silver hair spread out like a clear pool under the moon. Her right eye was covered by her bangs, revealing only her crimson left eye, brimming with the moisture of the night rain. Her rosy lips were curved in a heart-stopping arc.

Her heartstrings felt as if they were being violently torn, her heartbeat thumping wildly.

“Mmm… I-I like it…”

By now, Ephnel had stopped speaking. She tilted her chin up slightly, her head turned to the side, panting in small breaths, already a vision ready for Yukina to pluck.

Yukina swallowed hard past her dry throat. She leaned down again, but this time there was none of the gentle tenderness of cherishing a delicate flower. Ephnel’s brow furrowed slightly from the grip on her hands.

“It hurts…”

“Then I’ll be gentler…”

“It’s fine… just do as you like…”

“Then… Naoko… do you like being treated like this by me, too?”

Asked such an embarrassing question, Ephnel bit her lip and turned her face away.

“I like it…”

Her voice was very small, lighter than the raindrops falling on the leaves.

But Yukina heard it clearly.

“Naoko…”

Yukina lowered her head.

Their fingertips intertwined.

Yukina’s hair also began to fall, strand by strand, onto Ephnel’s neck and cheeks.

Ephnel’s eyes were half-lidded as she watched Yukina’s figure slowly loom over her, her body tensing slightly.

Their figures and the swaying wind chimes disappeared into the fine, drizzling night rain.