"Sister can pull you out."
Kasahara Asuka grabbed his wrist from behind, preventing him from leaving. Looking at their clean palms, she also squeezed some foam and carefully rubbed it on Fujiwara Reya's hands.
"Now it's Asuka's turn to wash senpai's hands."
"...I really owe you one."
"You're welcome." Kasahara Asuka carefully and attentively scrubbed his fingers one by one.
Fujiwara Reya urged her in her ear: "Hurry up..."
"It tickles~" Kasahara Asuka shrunk her shoulders as if ticklish, a blush appearing on her delicate and charming face.
With her soft white hands tightly holding his big hand, it couldn't be more comfortable... If it were another place, Fujiwara Reya would let her wash them all day, but not now...
The peeping glance at the door had already noticed Kasahara Fukaeri's figure.
No,
This really can't go on.
Fujiwara Reya resisted the temptation and lifted up the junior from behind.
"Eh?"
Kasahara Asuka exclaimed as her feet left the ground.
