However, she hadn’t even finished catching her breath.
“Since we’re already best friends, shouldn’t we do things that best friends do?”
Chu Youyu suddenly leaned in, a mischievous flush surfacing on her face, which was as delicate as a porcelain doll’s. Without a hint of politeness, she grabbed Su Ruanruan’s left hand, overbearingly forcing her slender fingers one by one into the gaps between Su Ruanruan’s.
Their fingers intertwined.
The moment their palms pressed together, Chu Youyu’s body heat traveled through her fingertips. Su Ruanruan trembled all over. “You—Youyu… what are you doing…”
“What’s wrong with best friends holding hands?” Chu Youyu said righteously, pouting with an arrogant air, though the hand tightly gripping Su Ruanruan refused to let go.
Seeing this, Saginomiya Shiori’s eyes darkened.
Though she didn’t say a word, her actions were faster than anyone’s. She directly took Su Ruanruan’s free right hand, locking it into her own palm with the same ten-finger interlock.
One on the left, one on the right—both hands were tightly held.
Su Ruanruan stole a glance at Chu Youyu’s petite, cute face on the left, then at Saginomiya Shiori on the right. Her heart was in a state of chaos.
“H-holding hands is okay… but absolutely no kissing!” Su Ruanruan’s face turned bright red as she sternly drew her boundary. “That’s something only lovers do!”
“Hmph, who’d want to kiss a dummy like you?” Chu Youyu retorted, though her eyes guiltily flickered elsewhere.
Her dark pupils darted around as she suddenly recalled the yuri anime she had finished binge-watching last night titled Confession Under the Moon.
“But… if kissing is off the table…” Chu Youyu bit her pink lips, her cheeks flushing deeper as her voice dropped, “Then… a lap pillow should be fine? We are best friends, after all…”
“Eh? L-lap pillow?!” Su Ruanruan’s eyes widened.
“It’s just lying down for a bit! Surely you won’t refuse this Young Lady such a small request?”
“O-okay… but just for a little bit…”
Seeing Chu Youyu’s expectant look, Su Ruanruan hesitated repeatedly before finally sitting down on the wide leather sofa with a red face.
Today, she was wearing the St. Lilith Academy uniform skirt paired with calf-high black socks. This meant that between the hem of her skirt and the top of her socks, that stretch of snowy-white thigh was completely bare.
“Yay!”
With a cheer, Chu Youyu unceremoniously collapsed sideways, resting her head on Su Ruanruan’s left leg.
“Ugh!”
As Chu Youyu’s soft cheek pressed directly against the smooth, bare skin of her thigh, Su Ruanruan jolted as if struck by an electric current. Chu Youyu’s dark hair brushed mischievously against the root of Su Ruanruan’s thigh, bringing a wave of indescribable itching.
“Mmm… Ruanruan’s legs are so soft, so fragrant…”
Chu Youyu squinted her eyes in comfort, like a satisfied kitten, nuzzling against Su Ruanruan’s thigh with great enjoyment. She even deliberately turned her face to press the tip of her nose against the tender skin, taking a deep breath of Su Ruanruan’s strawberry scent.
Warm breath puffed against her completely exposed thigh.
“You—Youyu… don’t rub like that…” Su Ruanruan was so embarrassed her toes curled, and she didn’t know where to put her hands.
Sitting on the other side, Saginomiya Shiori’s eyes were practically turning red with jealousy.
Without a word, carrying that timid yet stubborn energy, she sat down on Su Ruanruan’s other side and leaned over naturally, resting her head on Su Ruanruan’s right leg.
“Shi—Shiori, you too?!” Su Ruanruan was panicked.
“Mm,” Shiori hummed in response, then turned on her side, pressing her cheek gently against the side of Su Ruanruan’s thigh.
“Haa…”
Shiori let out a deeply satisfied, almost feverish sigh. She greedily breathed in the scent of Su Ruanruan’s body, closing her eyes to enjoy this rare moment of intimacy.
“Wait! Shiori!”
Su Ruanruan let out an incredibly soft, squeaky scream, her face so red it looked ready to drip blood. Having two people resting on her legs at once caused such an intense sensory overload that her brain felt like it had exploded with a vroom.
“Get—get up, quickly…”
Su Ruanruan was so anxious she was almost in tears. she reached out with her two small, fair hands, pushing hard against Shiori’s shoulders in an attempt to shove this “large dog” off her legs.
However, Saginomiya Shiori, who practiced swordsmanship year-round, not only had a weight advantage but also incredible core strength. Su Ruanruan’s meager strength pushing against her shoulders was like a kitten kneading dough; she couldn’t budge her an inch.
Unable to move her after several tries, Su Ruanruan was both ashamed and anxious, left with no choice but to sit there helplessly.
Hearing the commotion, Chu Youyu opened her eyes and flared up in anger: “Saginomiya Shiori! You’re going too far! Get up right now!”
“Classmate Chu, don’t be so loud… you’ll scare Ruanruan…” Shiori’s voice was muffled. Not only did she not get up, but she adjusted her position to be even more comfortable.
“Bullshit! I’m changing positions too!”
Driven by both competitiveness and possessiveness, Chu Youyu refused to be outdone. She immediately flipped over, found a more comfortable angle, and pressed her face tightly against Su Ruanruan’s thigh.
“Ya… Youyu, don’t follow her lead…”
Su Ruanruan sat stiffly on the sofa, completely giving up her struggle.
On her two smooth, white thighs lay an arrogant heiress on one side and a cold yet timid sword-fighting beauty on the other. Both of their faces were pressed tightly against her legs, their warm breaths intertwining, constantly stimulating her sensitive nerves.
If she ignored the extreme sense of shame…
Su Ruanruan stole a glance down. She looked at Chu Youyu on her left, who looked like an exquisite Ragdoll cat, then at Saginomiya Shiori on the right, who glowed with beauty even with her eyes closed.
What even is this…
Though she said no, being clung to like a treasure by two such beautiful girls—and the soft sensation on her thighs—actually felt quite nice…
Was this what it felt like to reach the pinnacle of life?
Her heart skipped a beat unfaithfully, and her cheeks grew hotter.
“O—okay… it’s really about time!”
After enduring the ordeal for five minutes, Su Ruanruan glanced at the clock and finally found a lifeline. Enduring the numbness in her legs, her voice trembled as she cried out:
“It’s almost four-thirty! We really have to go to work at the cafe! We can’t be late for our shift!”
Hearing the word “work,” Chu Youyu finally climbed off the soft lap pillow reluctantly, her dark eyes filled with lingering desire. “Fine…”
Shiori also sat up with a flush, a trace of daze remaining in her cool gaze. She silently helped Su Ruanruan smooth out her wrinkled pleated skirt.
“Wooo…” Su Ruanruan quickly stood up to fix her clothes.