Chapter 87 Let me get pregnant!

As the first day of the sports meet came to an end, looking at the entire school, as far as Shimizu Mi knew, apart from Nishikawa Yui who was also injured, Sakurai Haruka should be the only injured person.

In a sense, it can be said to be very unlucky.

After learning about this incident, the school has begun to deal with it. The incident is still under further investigation and processing.

……

Time passed until the next morning. Qingshui heard the chirping of birds and saw a dazzling light.

He thought he heard something humming softly, but he paid no attention to it and pressed his face against the incredibly soft thing in front of him.

“…Hmm…”

Do I have a pillow?
It would be fine if it was some otaku friend, but there shouldn't be anything like that in Shimizumi's room.

Is that a quilt you're holding?
No, no…it shouldn’t feel this warm and soft.

There were also waves of refreshing, fragrant, light body scent that kept drifting into his nose.

"……No way?"

Thinking of this, Qing Shuijian opened his eyes with some difficulty.

The first thing that caught my eye was her long, shiny black hair, and underneath it was a loose white lace suspender skirt, and one of the shoulder straps of the suspender skirt magically slipped off at this moment...

As soon as Shimizumi's face moved away slightly, the hand that reached behind his head pressed on the soft thing again.

"No, it's still early. Please, dear, be coquettish to me for a while longer."

"Is it...Iori?"

"Yeah, that's right."

Perhaps because she was speaking with her face buried in front of the pair of giants, Amamiya Iori's voice sounded a little obscene.

Shimizu Mi was wondering why she was here. It seemed that Hoshino Akiko had given her the spare key of her house before.

"When did you come?"

"A few dozen minutes ago. I came to make breakfast, but it was a bit early, so I came to check on my dear. I didn't expect you to be still asleep... I'm sorry, I just couldn't stand looking at your sleeping face, so I did this."

Unbearable?... Well, it has been bad since the morning.

The great tit in front of me smells so sweet that I want to stay like this forever.

"My dear used to do this to me. He would bury his face here when I called him Iori. It was very cute."

"Uh... can you please not mention that kind of thing?"

"So cute."

"What……?"

"very cute!"

Amemiya Iori gently opened her arms, put her hand on Shimizu's forehead, lifted her bangs, and moved her face closer.

With a slight lip sound, Amamiya Iori kissed Shimizu's forehead. She smiled at Shimizu, who didn't react because it was too sudden, and hugged him again.

The feminine charm and budding maternal radiance displayed by Amamiya Iori...it's a bit embarrassing to combine all these together because it makes people unconsciously indulge in it.

Although he has lived two lives, his body is still full of vigor and vitality. Early in the morning is when his fighting spirit is at its highest and most surging. Under this condition, a certain physiological phenomenon will occur -

"……what……"

"..."Because it wasn't just the arms that were being hugged, the feet were also entangled, so they were touched.

Amamiya Iori noticed that her body trembled slightly and she stepped back a little. But facing her blushing face, Shimizu was speechless.

And I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, but Amamiya Iori’s breathing also became rapid.

"If you're shy, you shouldn't have done this in the first place."

Qing Shuijian couldn't help but complain, but being hugged was force majeure, but what happened afterwards was indeed the result of his lack of endurance.

After a short silence, Amamiya Iori's cheeks became more and more rosy. Then, her cherry-like charming mouth opened slightly and uttered words that made Shimizu's heart stop.

"Honey, let me get pregnant..."

In this situation, the word "pregnancy" is really bad for the heart. Moreover, Shimizu could vaguely feel that her body under the quilt seemed to be trembling slightly.

"Why are you suddenly saying this...?"

"Because dear seems to like little girls very much..."

"…No, this is a huge misunderstanding."

"But, dear, didn't you help a little girl yesterday?"

"Most people would lend a hand when seeing a situation like that... Wait, who told you that?"

Shimizu Mi did not tell Amemiya Iori about his encounter with Yukino yesterday.

Although he thought, no matter what, Amamiya Iori shouldn't be jealous of a four-year-old girl, right?

But it is better to have less trouble than more, so he didn't tell him.

"President Ayase, when I was chatting with her last night, she mentioned this matter."

"Ayase Kotone? ...Are you so close to her?"

"It should be okay. We went to the same school in junior high school."

This was the first time that Shimizu Michi had heard of this kind of information.

Although he knew that Amamiya Iori and Ayase Kotone knew each other before, he didn't expect that they knew each other as early as junior high school and even exchanged information! ?
After clarifying to Amamiya Iori that he was not a lolita complex, Shimizu Mi was hugged by her again.

Ever since she freed herself from the constraints of her persona, situations like this kind of physical contact have really increased to an extreme degree.

As if to melt Shimizumi's rationality, Amamiya Iori released sweet pheromones.

Moreover, if it was just physical contact, he could accept it to some extent. After all, he was not a man who had not seen big waves.

However, it is easy for Amamiya Iori to get deep into his heart.

Every word she said was not like a sharp blade, but sweet honey that seeped in gently.

In the face of the warmth and tenderness that made me want to drown, reason finally blocked it.

However, somewhere unknown to Qing Shuijian, cracks had already appeared, and he could almost hear the sound of it slowly breaking.

……

Then Shimizu said he wanted to go to the bathroom.

After he left the room, Amemiya Iori locked the door quietly, then she returned to the bed and turned her eyes to something under the pillow - Shimizu Mi's cell phone.

(End of this chapter)