"Sakura~"
Aoba's gloomy voice snapped Sakura back to her senses.
"I-I'm sorry…"
Then Sakura lowered her head, completely at a loss.
"???"
Several question marks popped up over Ino's head in a row.
'Why did Aoba-kun suddenly get angry?'
'And what is wrong with Sakura?'
Seeing Sakura like this, Aoba could not bring himself to be harsh anymore. He could not help but sigh, then said earnestly.
"Sakura, I'm not trying to blame you. It's just that… if possible, I hope you can use a little less strength. It really does hurt."
Hearing this, Sakura's earlobes turned completely red.
"I understand…"
"Sakura, what did you just do?", Ino had no idea what kind of riddle the two were speaking in, so she chose to ask directly.
"Well…"
Aoba felt a bit awkward and did not know how to explain it to Ino.
Sakura was the same, keeping her head down and saying nothing.
"What is this? Why do I feel like you two are ganging up and leaving me out?", Ino pouted unhappily.
Aoba did not know what to say either.
But suddenly Sakura's ears twitched. She then raised her head and looked at Aoba.
Just now, Inner Sakura had floated over to her and reminded her in her ear.
"Aoba-kun… that breath-holding contest just now should count as my win, right?"
"..."
Aoba felt a bit speechless, but Sakura's words did help ease the situation for the moment.
"No way. Sakura, you won by cheating!", Ino protested unhappily.
"But at the start, we never said we couldn't do that, did we?", Sakura said weakly.
"You!", Ino felt a surge of anger. She felt that Sakura had completely learned all the bad habits from Inner Sakura.
"Alright, alright. Let's just count this game as Sakura's win."
Aoba stepped in to smooth things over, then said to Ino, "Later I'll listen to you too and do one thing, okay?"
"Really?", The clouds on Ino's face instantly cleared.
"Yeah."
Aoba smiled and rubbed her head, then looked at Sakura, "Then let's start with Sakura. Sakura, what do you want me to do?"
"Well…", Sakura blinked, listening to Inner Sakura's words in her ear, her gaze unintentionally swept over a certain place.
She actually really wanted to feel it again. She had just grabbed it earlier, but then Aoba lifted her right away. It felt very scary, and she had no idea about the details at all.
'But if I make that request, will Aoba-kun and Ino think I am a pervert?'
'No, the pervert is Inner Sakura, not me.'
Sakura shook her head, ignored Inner Sakura's tiger-and-wolf filled words, and with a red face walked over to the edge of the hot spring pool and sat down, only soaking her feet in the water.
"Then Aoba-kun, just help me massage them."
The girl generously stretched out her fair, tender little feet.
"...", Looking at the little foot resting in his palm, Aoba felt a bit dazed.
This had originally been the condition he wanted to propose if he won. He did not expect it to actually come true anyway.
This was also his first time examining Sakura's little foot from such a close distance. It could truly be called exquisite.
Sakura and Ino, who had been watching Aoba the whole time, naturally noticed his expression, especially the way he swallowed.
Sakura's face was already completely red from embarrassment. She instinctively covered her face with both hands, only daring to peek carefully through her fingers.
She wanted to know whether Aoba would actually…
As for Ino on the other side, she had originally been thinking about whether she should also order Aoba to knead her feet like Sakura later.
Now that she saw this scene, she could not help puffing out her cheeks, showing a look of extreme disdain, and said.
"Aoba-kun, the expression you have right now, you're not thinking about licking Sakura's feet, are you?"
If it were an ordinary person, they would probably instinctively wipe the corner of their mouth and say, "How could that be?"
But who was Aoba?
He never avoided other people's gazes, and he never hid his own desires.
So his expression was calm, his eyes clear, and his tone sincere.
"It would be even better if there were a bowl of fragrant white rice."
"Feels like just looking at them is enough to eat two big bowls of rice!"
"Ew!" [T/N: Us Ino us.]
Ino immediately let out a sound of deep disgust and moved a bit farther away.
But aside from disgust, there was more dissatisfaction, 'Does this guy really like Sakura's feet that much?'
Seeing that Aoba had no intention of refuting it at all, Ino could only squat off to the side gloomily and dunk her entire head into the water.
Of course, it was not just Ino. Aoba's words were also more than Sakura could handle.
She desperately covered her face, not even leaving any gaps between her fingers. She no longer dared to look at him at all.
"Cough! Cough!"
At this time, Aoba lightly coughed, "Of course, that was just my way of describing it. What I meant is that Sakura's feet are indeed very cute."
"Look, these pinkish-white toes, and this arch and instep are all very cute. Of course, it's not because they're cute that I want to… do that."
"Oh? I haven't even taken action yet. I just said what I was thinking, and Sakura's toes are already red. Even cuter."
"You know, if I…"
The toes of the girl's two little feet all curled up.
"Aoba-kun!"
Sakura finally could not help but scold him softly. She absolutely could not let Aoba-kun keep talking.
Because just listening to his words made her feet feel like they were already sensing something wet.
Even though they were already in the hot spring pool, the feeling now was even stranger.
She had even started imagining the scene of Aoba-kun taking bite after bite… bite after bite of rice.
Her toes itched unbearably, and a tingling sensation spread from her toes throughout the girl's entire body.
Of course, if Aoba really had such thoughts, Sakura definitely would not mind, but with Ino still here, she would be very shy.
After all, she was not Inner Sakura. Inner Sakura was already clamoring for control of the body, saying things like striking while the iron was hot and directly stuffing the foot into…
But Sakura was the true owner of the body. Without her permission, Inner Sakura could only watch.
Seeing Sakura's current expression, Aoba could not help but curl his lips and tease.
"I was just joking earlier. Sakura, you didn't really think I'm a foot fetish, did you?"
'Huh?'
Sakura stared blankly with wide eyes. When Aoba-kun had been looking at her feet earlier, the desire in his gaze was almost tangible.
'That look of genuine emotion, was it really just a joke?'
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