[Comprehensive] Judging people by their appearance

Too close a relationship is too disturbing for that kid.

Whether it's a kiss or a hug, as long as it's mixed with intimate intimacy, she's always keenly aware of something wrong, and then timidly raises those eyes, full of youthful doubts and ignorant resistance. and uneasy.

She was more immature than when he first met her, but she didn't call him "Uncle Fushimi" full of pure trust as before, and she was intimate with him and relied on him without the slightest suspicion.

She is happy, so the uncle Fushimi she relied on when she was desperate will no longer appear, and her father's best friend-Fushimi Sarubiko will be replaced.

Every time he came to visit Miyazawa's house, he would bring some candies and desserts that Chiba liked to eat. Even though Chiba had little contact with him in private, he guessed Chiba's preferences quite accurately.

When Chiba returned home from school when he was nine years old, when he opened the door, he found another figure besides his father in the living room. Fushimi Saruhiko often appeared in Chiba's life.

He and his father are close friends. It is said that he saved his father in an accident. As a savior and with one or two common hobbies, after three or four years, Fushimi has become a frequent visitor to Miyazawa's house. However, Chiba's The address is always the respectful and polite Mr. Fushimi.

Until one time, Miyazawa and his wife went on a business trip abroad, and it took more than half a month to finish their work, so they asked Fushimi to take care of their 13-year-old daughter Chiba.

Chiba had already been notified by his parents, and because Mr. Fushimi worked in the permanent household registration department, it was impossible to come to Miyazawa's house every day, so Fushimi proposed to let Chiba move to his apartment outside.

However, Chiba refused.

"I can live alone, Fushimi-san don't worry."

Chiba brought the tea to the table, her lowered eyes were imprinted with the clear liquid, and her childish and obedient voice was as smooth and soft as Fushimi liked, but the content of the words showed the meaning of seeing off guests.

"The tea I make is not as good as my father's. Mr. Fushimi is busy with business. If you disturb Mr. Fushimi because of Chiba's trivial matter, I apologize to you."

Qianye's soft smile overflowed his face, no different from the Qianye in his previous life memory, the only difference was that those bright and alluring eyes no longer carried his reflection, and he was clearly smiling and obediently watching He, however, is full of disgusting alienation.

It's just irritating.

Fushimi's gaze was deep and dangerous, the corners of his lips meant nothing, and his sight turned into a swimming snake stared at Chiba. Perhaps that gaze was too obvious, Chiba frowned, and the blank color gradually enveloped Chiba's eyes, doubts tilted his head to look at him.

"Ah, I don't care."

Fushimi showed the gentle and hypocritical indulgent smile that he often showed Chiba in his previous life, Chiba smiled with pure eyes, nodded obediently, put the small biscuits he made earlier in the box and handed them to Fushimi.

"The small biscuits baked in the home economics class in the morning, please accept if you don't mind Mr. Fushimi."

Fushimi has eaten the desserts made by Chiba both in this life and in the previous life, but later, only Mr. Munakata could taste Chiba's craftsmanship.

Obviously, he was the first to meet, own, and fall in love with this child in the first place.

Fushimi's hands clenched and then loosened, his throat moved up and down, and he almost used all his restraint to force himself not to hold the child in his arms.

Not yet.

However, he became impatient. After the Dresden stone plate collapsed completely, Fushimi was miraculously reborn five years ago.

Both history and the child he misses have become different.

He was glad that Qianye hadn't loathed him yet, and hadn't looked at him with those fearful and repulsive eyes.

It doesn't matter if you are still polite and respectful after four years of getting along, and it doesn't matter if you don't have that intimate and lovely Uncle Fushimi.

He and the child spent a lifetime getting along slowly.

During the season when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, a series of car accidents occurred on a certain highway, and Miyazawa's house was covered in a layer of desolate smog. The school classes had been suspended a week ago.

Like the process of writing history.

The child's eyes were red from crying, but in front of the visiting person, his expression was calm as usual, forbearing and beautiful, his pupils soaked in sadness, misty and pitiful, his whole body was white, his hair became darker, his pupils became darker, and his lips were darker. But it is no longer cherry red, showing a cool paleness.

There are also places that are different from history, such as Fushimi Sarubiko.

He moved Chiba to Fushimi's residence on the grounds of his father's deathbed entrustment.

"Your father has entrusted you to me."

Perhaps the closeness in the past four years, or perhaps because of the entrustment of his father's trust, Chiba, who had experienced despair, showed a fragility to his father's best friend after losing his closest parents.

She flung herself into Fushimi's arms, knelt on the cold ground, and cried bitterly while holding Fushimi in her parents' mourning hall. Her thin and petite body was embraced by a mature man in a protective manner, very tightly.

Perhaps it is unfair to "best friend" Miyazawa to say so.

But at this moment, Fushimi has been waiting for a long time.

When Fushimi could hardly suppress the beast in his heart, he couldn't wait to pick up the beauty that belonged to him.

The fingertips holding the sword all the year round were slightly callused, the hand gently brushed Qianye's smooth black hair, and landed on the trembling small shoulders, with a layer of mourning clothes under the palm, was Qianye's warm and soft body.

"Chiba looks like she's crying."

Fushimi raised Chiba's chin, and wiped Chiba's tears with pity, the corners of his lips raised in pity and covetous danger: "Because other men cry, even Miyazawa, I don't like it very much."

In the mourning hall, a smiling photo of Miyazawa and his wife hangs quietly, and in the hall, the girl imprisoned in the arms of a man is young and pitiful.

The strong man restrained the girl with ease, and whispered her name with his lips next to Chiba's ear.

"Chiba Chiba Chiba Chiba Chiba Chiba Chiba Chiba..."

Over and over again, one after another.

Like a lost treasure found.

A cursed endless loop of unsettling desires and demands.

Chiba's crying voice is hoarse. I don't know if it's because of sadness or fear, but after losing her parents, she can only be accompanied by a familiar person. Chiba, who is approaching danger, still holds Fushimi's sleeve without knowing it, and is caressed by a man Rubbing his neck, he heard affectionate calls in his ears.

The mourning hall at night is gloomy and silent, girls in mourning clothes are pressed on the futon and kissed, violent wind and rain, unscrupulous plunder, immature lips are flushed red from being sucked, eyes full of tears are crying helplessly, pale lights From the shadows beneath spawned man-eating demons.

The weeping girl couldn't tell whether she was sad because of the death of her parents, or because the respected Mr. Fushimi made such a strange violation of her.

The tears took away Chiba's strength, leaving only a whimper like a cat, her legs kicking unconsciously.

Dazed, helpless, afraid.

In the end, even the breath was taken away, and the masculine aggression was strong, wrapping the immature tongue of the young girl upside down.

Since that day, Chiba's world has been shrouded in dark clouds that will never see the sun.

His father entrusted her to a man who would rape her.

However, since her parents left, only Fushimi is left as an elder in her life. Legally, Fushimi Saru Hiko is her guardian, and she cannot get rid of this ward status until she reaches adulthood.

And Chiba's address was changed from Mr. Fushimi to Uncle Fushimi, but Jinghe's distinct address did not make the man feel any moral introspection or the pain of immorality.

He always likes to hug Qianye, kiss her cheeks, her lips, her collarbone, her young breasts, her beautiful and immature shape, but he always holds back his hands and keeps silent at the last moment, and every time , he stared at Qianye with a strange and unpredictable gaze, and smiled like a sigh: "Qianye, grow up quickly."

Chiba only felt a coldness attacking her whole body.

She always thought that Uncle Fushimi would not hurt her because of her age.

But she knew nothing about men's love.

On the night of her 14th birthday, Qianye understood love for the first time, but at the price of such pain and fear.