After suppressing the urge to charge, Akira scratched his face and said somewhat awkwardly.
"Ahem, come eat watermelon…"
"Mm…"
Because the ability of his right hand had been replaced with the class monitor's "A-level academic ability," Akira was now unable to maintain a poker face very well.
He must look very perverted right now. If this were in the male-female antagonism version of his previous life, he would probably already be condemned as a criminal.
And although Miyako felt hot from being stared at, she paradoxically felt delighted seeing Akira's embarrassed expression.
So… Akira-kun could be swayed too.
Because Akira had previously shown an 'indifferent' attitude towards Miyako's beauty, it made her feel a bit insecure. Were all those previous compliments just flattery?
No, that shouldn't be the case. After all, what was said might have been false, but the jealousy, greed, and lust in those people's eyes were real.
At that time, I only felt disgusted and annoyed, but now, being stared at by Akira-kun, I don't feel uncomfortable anymore.
Hmm… actually, it still feels uncomfortable, but it's a different kind of discomfort… this discomfort is more like that sticky discomfort from the morning…
However, Miyako also realized from this that she didn't dislike men's gazes; she only disliked gazes filled with desire and evil intentions towards her.
So, it was indeed the right decision to spend a little budget and buy this pair of cheap stockings.
Actually, Miyako hesitated for a moment, wondering whether to buy black or white stockings. In the end, she decided to buy white ones after thinking of the term 'Shirako'.
Black stockings can be bought later. Currently, neither she nor Akira-kun have much money, so they need to be careful with spending and not waste it.
With a slight sense of triumph in her heart, Miyako used her talent to feign shyness, subtly seeking praise from him.
Acting proficiency UP.
"Um… because Akira-kun, you said stockings would be better…"
Does she remember even such a casual tease so clearly?
My dear young lady… you are truly obedient.
Akira still remembered that what he said at the time was 'stockings feel good to the touch,' so could Miyako have worn stockings for him to touch? How could that be…
However, since he was enjoying the view, there was no need to 'correct' her.
"They look good, but aren't they hot?"
"It's alright. Mainly, the shorts I'm wearing now are too short, so wearing stockings can cover some of it, and it feels less shameful."
Did they really cover it?
Translucent white stockings… one could only say, as good as covered.
Akira couldn't quite understand a girl's perception of skin exposure, so he simply didn't continue the topic.
"Let's eat the watermelon first. If we don't eat it now, it won't be as cool."
Akira handed the spoon to Miyako. Miyako took the spoon and looked at the unprocessed half watermelon, asking blankly, "This… are we supposed to scoop it out and eat it?"
"Yes, haven't you eaten it like this before?"
"Hmm, I didn't eat many expensive fruits when I was little. Later, in my new home, I could eat them anytime, but they were always cut into pieces."
For Neon people, directly scooping watermelon with a spoon is probably quite a luxurious way to eat it.
And it's also too bold, not fitting their reserved style.
Moreover, now two people are going to eat half a watermelon. Neon people, who are always mindful of personal space, would probably be very averse to this.
"If you mind, I'll take it to cut it."
"Ah, no need. I just haven't eaten it like this before… it's fine, let's just eat it together."
Actually, Miyako was mainly concerned that her saliva would mix into the watermelon juice, and vice versa. This was even more stimulating than an indirect kiss.
Akira had never considered such delicate details. He had long passed the age where he would care about indirect kisses. Romance, along with his sense of shame, had long been thrown into the Mariana Trench.
So he directly inserted the spoon into the watermelon, opening a large hole in the middle as if opening a can, and scooped out a large piece of pulp.
Then, he scooped out another piece along the loosened edge of the watermelon pulp and started eating it right there.
"Woo~ refreshing! This middle part is the sweetest. You eat some too."
"Ah, okay…"
Miyako held the spoon and looked at the piece of fruit that Akira had dug out, making it look like a crater from a meteorite. Although there were still places where she could avoid where he had dug, she still suppressed her shyness, scooped out a small piece of watermelon from where Akira had dug, and then put it in her mouth.
Was this considered an indirect kiss with watermelon? The taste of saliva… naturally, she couldn't taste it.
Ugh… I always feel like a fool for caring about this… Akira-kun doesn't care at all.
Right, we are partners who share life! How can we create a rift by caring about such a small matter!
After cheering herself up mentally, Miyako was no longer reserved and began to taste the watermelon in this novel way.
The watermelon was also very sweet.
As sweet as milk.
Her life seemed to have become sweet from the moment she met Akira.
If she had siblings, would this be the feeling?
Or rather…
If she had a lover, would this feeling be any different…
On the heart-shaped box sealing her maidenly heart, another lock was undone by the sweet memory of the watermelon.
However, half a watermelon was still too much for two people.
Mainly because Akira had just eaten the class president's handmade luxurious bento not long ago, his stomach was already full, so he only ate a few large bites of watermelon before he was full again, and Miyako's appetite was not large to begin with.
So when they stopped scooping, more than half was left.
Akira took the remaining watermelon back to the kitchen, sealed the rest with plastic wrap, then returned to the living room, snapped his fingers at Miyako, and said pretentiously, "Since we've finished eating, let's continue!"
Akira was, of course, referring to Voice actor practice, but Miyako, who had made embarrassing sounds from her feet being massaged in the morning, still held onto this misunderstanding. So she thought Akira meant to 'continue massaging her feet.'
"Mm, mm… let's continue…"
Moreover, when she put on the stockings, she had already prepared herself mentally for her small feet to be played with. Wearing stockings wasn't just for him to see, after all, Akira had said 'stockings feel the best to the touch,' so of course, she also wanted him to touch them.
So at this moment, although very shy, she still straightened her legs and extended her beautiful white-stockinged feet in front of Akira.
Then she covered her face with both hands and bit her lower lip to prevent herself from making those wanton, delicate moans again.
However, Akira was confused.
Huh? What is this for?
Just finished eating iced watermelon, and now you want to treat me to warm ice cream?
But since she had extended her feet, as a foot fetishist, how could he not touch them?
So Akira sat back beside her, placed her lower leg on his thigh, and began the second round of foot massages for her.
It seemed Miyako had also enjoyed herself in the morning; this was like getting a taste for something and wanting more.
After all, foot massages are indeed addictive; otherwise, so many people wouldn't go for foot therapy, or it wouldn't have even developed into an industry.
One should know that not everyone goes for foot therapy with the intention of getting special services.
The foot acupoint chart often seen in traditional Chinese medicine health preservation connects to every organ throughout the body, and there's also a saying that the foot is the human body's second heart, providing powerful blood return dynamics for standing humans, which Akira found very reasonable.
People with poor health also feel cold feet and cold knees, so frequent foot massages help with physical health and blood circulation!
Mainly, massaging a beautiful girl's stockinged feet, Akira would be willing to do it no matter how many times.
Indeed, the feel of stockings is just better, smooth and tender.
Miyako's small feet were also as beautiful as she was. Although he had realized this in the morning, upon touching them again, Akira still sighed, "Beautiful person, beautiful feet."
These were a pair of iconic beautiful feet, enough to be used as a model for reference.
Akira sometimes stroked, sometimes kneaded, his hands gliding and moving over her white-stockinged feet. Although it was called a foot massage, he didn't use too much force with his hands.
Akira was playing with her feet, unable to let go, while Miyako felt her whole body go limp like mud.
Unlike the slightly rough pressing and kneading in the morning, this time, Akira's technique was gentle and also quite… moist.
It made her soles and heart itch unbearably, her ten toes involuntarily curled up, and the top of her foot was straightened, aligning with her calf.
Although it was very itchy, it was as comfortable as in the morning… it should be said there was an even more wondrous sense of comfort permeating her entire body from her soles.
But… I can't hold it in anymore!
"Mm…! Ah! Mm… Ah!!!"
This time, her cries were higher, sharper, and more like Qin Wuwang than in the morning.
In this situation, the 'Voice of Nature S' ability paradoxically unlocked a new level of proficiency.
High-pitched proficiency UP.
As a result, Shionomiya Shion still couldn't hold back and once again made an embarrassing sound.