Miss Kaguya Wants My Surrender Chapter 199 199: Hayasaka Ai's Strategy

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The beautiful scenery was fleeting.

The next second.

Juju-sama quickly sat up with a 'whoosh', her hands reaching behind her to tightly cover her buttocks, turning her head in sha to look at Amamiya Natsuki.

The girl's face was fiery red, as if it was about to drip blood.

"That's right, I saw it." Amamiya Natsuki admitted frankly, "So Juju-sama's hair isn't the only thing that's pink."

The words reached Amamiya Natsuki's lips, but he ultimately swallowed them.

If he answered like that, he was a bit worried that the girl in front of him would burst into tears.

"I didn't see it."

Amamiya Natsuki closed his eyes.

Juju-sama gently bit her silver teeth, her small face even redder, and couldn't help but retort: "I haven't said anything yet!"

Amamiya Natsuki turned to look out the window: "Hmm, today's moon is big and white."

"It's clearly dayti now, there's no moon!"

"..."

So, this man really saw everything, didn't he!

"Juju?" Kitagawa Marin ca out of the room with her textbook, looking at the girl on the floor, and asked curiously, "Why are you sitting on the floor?"

"I, I accidentally tripped just now."

Juju quickly shook her head, propping herself up from the floor, not forgetting to cover her skirt with one hand during the process.

It was bad enough that Amamiya Natsuki saw it, but no matter what, she had to keep it from Kitagawa Marin discovering that she was going commando under her skirt!

"Are you okay?" Kitagawa Marin widened her eyes, leaning closer. "Why is your face so red?"

"Um..."

The pink-haired girl stamred, unable to think of an explanation for a mont, and instinctively cast a pleading look at Amamiya Natsuki.

Amamiya Natsuki said calmly:

"Juju-sama accidentally choked just now. You didn't see it, tears almost ca out."

"I see." Kitagawa Marin nodded in understanding. "It's really uncomfortable to choke on water. Last ti, I choked so hard that tears ca out."

The crisis was temporarily averted.

Juju, who was going commando, cautiously got up, covering her skirt with both hands, and carefully sat on the sofa. During this ti, another unlucky incident inevitably occurred, but fortunately, she learned from her mistakes and successfully avoided another public embarrassnt.

It wasn't until half an hour later that the pink-haired girl finally relaxed.

"Finally finished." Kitagawa Marin stretched vigorously, closing her textbook. "Since you two are here to play, I'll prepare dinner. Let's eat together."

"No, thank you. I'll eat at ho."

Inui Sajuna shook her head in refusal.

"I want to eat." Amamiya Natsuki was not at all polite.

Anyway, he would be eating alone when he got back, so he might as well stay and freeload.

"Since you're already here, how can you not eat? I've already bought the ingredients." Kitagawa Marin stood up and walked briskly towards the kitchen, saying as she went, "Don't worry, I'm making fried rice, it'll be quick. While I'm cooking, Natsuki, Copy and Paste Evil Spirit Banishing to Juju-sama."

Amamiya Natsuki looked at the pink-haired girl upon hearing this, and casually said:

"Do you want Evil Spirit Banishing?"

Juju turned her small face away, and replied softly: "...Yes."

Sha was sha, but evil spirits were the top priority.

She absolutely didn't want a future where she wanted to take a bath, found a tentacled evil spirit squatting in the bathtub, and was helpless!

Amamiya Natsuki nodded: "Give your hand."

Juju extended her small hand with as nonchalant an expression as possible.

Amamiya Natsuki gently held it.

"Such a small hand."

Just like a elentary school student who hasn't grown up yet, no wonder it was so smooth...

The Copy and Paste was successful very quickly, and no accidents occurred during the process. Juju pursed her pink lips, straightened her back, and watched TV without batting an eye.

Only when Amamiya Natsuki said it was okay did she quickly withdraw her hand.

"Dinner ti, dinner ti!" Kitagawa Marin poked her pretty face out of the kitchen. "Co wash your hands and eat."

The Blonde Hot Girl wasn't lying, it was indeed very fast.

Dinner was miso soup with a fried rice dish whose na couldn't be recalled. Although the presentation wasn't great, the taste was quite good.

After dinner, the sky had quietly darkened without them noticing.

Amamiya Natsuki and Juju said goodbye and left.

"Wait a minute." Kitagawa Marin slapped her forehead, walked to the TV, rummaged around, and soon ca to Amamiya Natsuki with two gas. "Here, the gas are for you. I was dizzy this morning and forgot to bring them to school for you."

Amamiya Natsuki looked down. The ga covers featured several beautiful young ladies, and the R-rated mark was particularly conspicuous.

Good thing you didn't bring them to school! If soone accidentally found them, you'd be publicly shad on the spot!

"Okay, I'll take them."

Amamiya Natsuki took the gas.

Since Kitagawa Marin couldn't stop talking about them and highly recomnded them, they must indeed be worth playing.

"Shizuku is super cute. As long as you play the ga, you'll definitely fall in love with Shizuku." Kitagawa Marin put her right hand on her hip, full of confidence. "Juju-sama, have you played it?"

Juju turned her face away: "No."

"Eh, what a pity. I wish I had known, you and Natsuki could have played together while I was cooking."

Juju-sama glanced at the ga cover, and quickly said:

"I refuse."

Those were R-rated gas! It was one thing to play them secretly by herself, but playing them with a boy was just too shaful, no matter how she thought about it!

The two bid farewell to Kitagawa and walked downstairs from the apartnt building.

A cold wind blew.

The girl's skirt and hair fluttered together.

"Hmm..."

Sothing seed to have gotten into her eye, Juju frowned and covered her eyes.

Seeing the pink-haired girl preoccupied with her eyes and neglecting her skirt, Amamiya Natsuki quickly reached out to help press down her skirt.

"You, what are you doing?"

Juju was startled.

"Soone's coming." Amamiya Natsuki reminded her. "Be careful not to expose yourself."

Juju glanced at an office worker walking towards them, quickly widened the distance, and replied in a low voice: "I'm already wearing sothing, so I won't expose myself!"

Amamiya Natsuki looked shocked: "These high school upperclassn, showing their panties doesn't count as an accidental exposure anymore?"

Juju: "..."

Actually, Amamiya Natsuki was more curious why she took them off; it seed related to a charm skill. Unfortunately, Lady Juju had no intention of explaining. She covered her skirt with her hands, glared at him in embarrassnt, and then scampered away.

There was no conversation on the way.

Amamiya Natsuki returned ho, put down his schoolbag, and took his dog out for a walk and jog. After the walk, he played "Soaked Miss Academy" recomnded by Kitagawa.

Leaving the plot aside, the art style was indeed quite good.

Before he knew it, it was nine o'clock in the evening.

The Spy Maid sent another ssage.

"Natsuki-kun, I'll have to trouble you again tonight."

Amamiya Natsuki replied: "The usual spot?"

Hayasaka Ai: "Still outside yesterday's cafe."

"..."

Ten minutes later.

Amamiya Natsuki arrived at the cafe entrance.

Hayasaka Ai, disguised as a cute junior, was already waiting expectantly.

"Good evening, Senpai." Hayasaka Ai's eyes lit up. She happily waved, then jogged over to Amamiya Natsuki, opened her schoolbag, took out Amamiya Natsuki's jacket, and looked up at him with a pretty face, "I've already washed your jacket. Thank you so much for last night, Senpai."

Then she took out a bento box, her eyes full of anticipation:

"These are red bean daifuku I made myself. I wonder if Senpai likes them."

This was a lie.

They were actually red bean daifuku made by the household chef, with specific instructions to make them taste a little worse to avoid revealing the deception.

Hayasaka Ai initially wanted to make them herself, but after seeing the Evil Spirit in the kitchen, she lost interest.

Food tactic!

No boy could refuse a dessert handmade by a girl, right?

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