My Tokyo Love Game Has Big Problems

The warm sunshine of spring shines lightly in the pleasant afternoon.

The sun shines through the leaves, leaving mottled shadows on the ground.

As the bell rang, the quiet campus seemed to come alive, exuding youthful vitality.

School ends early at three o'clock in the afternoon. Teenagers and girls in adolescence have nowhere to put their energy and need something else to vent their energy.

The girls' flying skirts attracted Tamaki Hikaru's eyes.

Under the hem of the knee-length skirt, black calf socks were fluttering, revealing a small section of her fair calf, which was full of youthful flavor.

Tamaki Hikaru stood at the school gate and glanced at the time.

The familiar black car stopped silently in front of him, the door opened, and Imadegawa Himezuki crossed her legs and squinted at him.

"Are you waiting at the door so early? Get in the car."

Imadegawa Himetsu gathered the hem of her skirt with both hands, moved her position, and made way for Tamaki Hikaru.

After Tamaki Hikaru got in the car, Imedekawa Himezuki asked casually.

"Why did you suddenly ask me about the Jinguji family? Did she discover something?"

"That's right. Will it be any trouble for you?"

Tamaki Hikaru is also curious, what will happen if Jinguji Jouri knows the identity of Imadegawa Himetsu?

"Fortunately, she is originally from the other world. She should know it just from my last name."

Imadegawa Himetsu's expression was indifferent. If Jinguji Jouri had known the Imadegawa family's surname, she would have known it a long time ago.

"What's that look in your eyes? Nowadays, we are in a civilized society, and we don't have to be incompatible with each other."

Imadegawa Himetsu held her chin and turned her face sideways to look at Tamaki Hikari with a sly look.

"During that afternoon, were you afraid that she was also a demon, so you came to me specifically to seek confirmation?"

"What? Did you get beaten by a girl who looks so petite?"

Tamaki Hikaru touched his nose and said nothing, but it had been confirmed that what Imadegawa Himetsu said was right.

Such a thin body, but so capable of fighting, really made Tamaki Hikaru feel a little ashamed of himself.

"Okay, a real miko is not a profession where you just dance for fun. It is also very hard to train."

His slender fingers were inserted into Tamaki Hikari's hair, and his slender nails were gently scratching his scalp, which was unexpectedly comfortable.

The vehicle was driving smoothly, and Naoko, who was driving, glanced at the interaction between the two people in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

He quietly slowed down and turned off the air conditioner in the car.

"There's nothing about her, but I still want to ask you, how did Aitaniti convince you at that time?"

Tamaki Hikaru leaned back on the leather seat, enjoying the scratching services of Imadegawa Himetsu.

"Huh? Why are you asking this again?"

Imadegawa Himetsuki laughed, kicked off her shoes, and placed her legs across Tamaki Hikari's legs.

"Still on the same condition, lick my feet and I will tell you."

The girl's slender legs were wrapped in opaque velvet pantyhose, and the dark anti-slip thread was exposed on the thighs where the skirt slid down.

Black hides secrets and brings mystery.

Tamaki Hikaru had seen these long legs without any hair, exposed to the air, still white and dazzling at night.

But during the day, it is covered with a layer of mysterious black silk, which seems to hide its charm.

But when you touch it with your palm, it still has the same silky smooth feel, which has its own advantages and disadvantages compared to when you have bare legs.

Tamaki Hikaru's hands gradually slid down the plump thighs to the slender calves, squeezing the soft calves.

A slight blush appeared on Imadegawa Himetsu's face, and the hand interspersed in Tamaki's hair stopped moving.

"Why are you lingering over this? If you want to do it, hurry up. If you don't do it, don't touch me."

Seeing Tamaki Hikaru's delay in taking the next step, Imedegawa Himetsu couldn't help but urge, and the calf in his hand moved twice in dissatisfaction.

"I'm not trying to show off, I'm just afraid that you'll regret it later and say that I'm wearing stockings, which is nothing at all."

Tamaki Hikaru glanced at her, but Imadegawa Jiyue chuckled.

"Then do you want to help me take it off?"

Imadegawa Himetsu's hands slightly lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing the elastic band of her pantyhose that fit around her waist and abdomen.

Although the color was dark, Tamaki Hikaru could still see that there was no trace of fabric under the pantyhose on the side waist.

c word? band-aid? No need to think about it, I must not be wearing it.

If Imadegawa Himetsuki thought that this little tease could make him back down, she would be totally wrong.

Tamaki Hikaru's hand directly reached into the hem of her skirt, hooking up the slit of her pantyhose, and was about to remove this layer of mysterious protection.

"Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you, so just wear your socks."

Imadegawa Himetsu held his hand, her face flushed with embarrassment.

Although she likes the feeling of exposure, it is more out of a mischievous mentality.

Tamaki Hikaru's expression didn't change and she started to take it off. Instead, she felt a girlish sense of shame.

These few dozen seconds seemed as long as a century to Imadegawa Himetsuki until a few coughs rescued her.

"Cough cough."

Naoko drove the car intently, coughing a few times and then returned to normal.

After the shame, came the anger of losing face. Imadegawa Himetsu wiped it angrily while madly complaining about Tamaki Hikaru.

"Ahem, isn't this what you asked me to do?"

Tamaki Hikaru looked like there was nothing you could do against him as long as he was thick-skinned enough.

He has gradually gained his own experience in dealing with Imadegawa Himetsu.

"You do what I ask you to do? Hey, you're such a pervert, a foot fetishist, and a pervert."

"First of all, tsundere is outdated, and this attribute is not suitable for you."

Tamaki Hikaru glanced at the blushing Imadegawa Himetsuki.

"Secondly, you don't sweat and you have no smell at all, so how can you feel sick? Isn't it wrong to say that your feet are disgusting?"

Imadegawa Himetsuki threw the tissue on him angrily.

"I'm saying you're disgusting, not me? It's so wet that I can't even wear shoes."

"Naoko, do you have any spare socks? Give me one."

After giving the instructions, Imadegawa Himetsu glared at Tamaki Hikaru.

"Why don't you turn around? If you dare to turn around, I will suck your blood so hard that you can't even stand up!"

Tamaki Hikaru was a little dumbfounded and laughed. Usually when he didn't want to see it, he would always show it to him secretly in various ways.

Now that he no longer avoids it, Imadegawa Himetsuki starts to become shy, which is really funny.

Under Imadegawa Himetsuki's eyes full of "threat", Tamaki Hikaru turned around.

Behind him, Imandegawa Himetsu's subtle curses kept coming, mixed with the sound of velvet rubbing across his skin.