However, even though she knew this was a morally wrong thing to do, even though her reason told her not to do it, she couldn't stop.
Yumemi's face was slightly flushed, tinged with nervousness and excitement, as she tried her best to keep her expression from revealing any flaws.
When the human body is overly excited and nervous, the heartbeat accelerates, especially when the OO nerves are overly excited and tense, the heartbeat accelerates even more violently.
This was Yumemi's plan: to make Ayanokouji Kiyohira's heart rate exceed the limit, then she would win in one fell swoop.
At first, Yumemi's face was flushed, and she wore a smile.
She thought that by grasping Ayanokouji Kiyohira's "lifeline," she could quickly achieve her goal, make his heart rate accelerate, and thus win the victory.
But she quickly stopped smiling.
Another three minutes had passed, leaving only two minutes until the final deadline, and her foot had been rubbing on his pants for a while.
Yumemi had studied dance, so her physical fitness and flexibility were excellent; she could make her small feet perform various movements with agility.
Arching, curling toes, light strokes, kneading… Even if she did these movements for twenty minutes, she could keep going.
However, she still hadn't achieved any significant results.
She could feel that Ayanokouji Kiyohira was already very "inflated." Logically, his blood flow should have sped up, and the burden on his heart should have increased significantly, but Ayanokouji Kiyohira's heart rate only symbolically rose by a dozen beats, maintaining around 110, and then stopped fluctuating.
Yumemi even started to doubt her life; was Ayanokouji Kiyohira's physical fitness really that good? Even an athlete's heart rate wouldn't be stable under these circumstances, would it?
It wasn't just Ayanokoji who was affected by the atmosphere; Yumemi felt a "clandestine" thrill, and her own heart rate was also constantly rising.
If this continued, Ayanokouji Kiyohira's heart rate wouldn't even reach 130 before hers did.
If this went on, she would be the one to lose the game.
Yumemi never expected Ayanokouji Kiyohira to be so tolerant. She had already done so much, yet she still couldn't win the match…
Her face showed unwillingness.
In fact, Yumemi had prepared very thoroughly.
Leaving aside the second round, in the first round, to endure wasabi, she had eaten wasabi continuously for a week.
And in this round, she had taken such a bold step. As long as Ayanokouji Kiyohira lifted the tablecloth, her idol career would be directly ruined, and she might even be forced to enter the "dark world" to work and make movies.
Could she be blamed for not trying hard enough? If anyone was to blame, it could only be for choosing the wrong opponent…
If Yumemi had chosen an ordinary opponent, besides a few people like Miharu Taki Sakura and Sachiko Juraku, she could easily defeat others without needing to "take risks."
But now, it was too late to regret.
Yumemi had to win this match, but seeing that she was about to lose, she had no choice but to lower her "bottom line" again.
Yumemi looked at Ayanokoji with pitiful eyes and whined in a sweet, sugary voice, "Ayanokoji, I give up. I admit you're stronger. But this gamble is really important to me. Can you let me win just this once…?"
Just a moment ago, Yumemi had made the same expression, but at that time, Ayanokouji Kiyohira knew her previous expression was feigned, so he merely appreciated it and had no other thoughts.
But this time, Ayanokoji knew her coquetry was sincere. Her eyes held a hint of haziness, and Ayanokoji clearly understood why her eyes were hazy.
Her looking at him with such a pitiful gaze was truly captivating.
Ayanokouji Kiyohira clearly knew why Yumemi was begging for mercy, but he still deliberately feigned ignorance and said, "You mean… you want me to concede defeat to you? Why? I'm about to win, why would I deliberately concede?"
"Ayanokoji, we have such a deep connection. Can't you just give me a step?"
Yumemi blinked her eyes, looking wronged, and said, "I'm just asking you to concede on the surface. Even if you lose in the end, I'll still share the money with you. Even if you want all the income from this concert, I can give it to you!"
Yumemi was practically bleeding money here. If Ayanokouji Kiyohira really agreed, she would have worked for nothing at this concert, not earning a single cent and even losing money.
However, as long as she could win this gamble and establish her position in the school, everything would be worth it.
"This amount of money can't move me. You know, I'm not short on money," Ayanokouji Kiyohira gently shook his head.
Ayanokouji Kiyohira is really difficult to deal with; he doesn't even want money…
Yumemi secretly gritted her teeth and once again put on a pleading expression: "Ayanokoji, please let me win this time. As long as you let me win, I'll be your exclusive maid for a week. Whatever you ask me to do, I'll agree. I'll do anything, okay…?"
"An exclusive maid for a week… Yumemi, you don't need to go to this extent."
"I do! I have to do this, otherwise, all my efforts for the past month will be for nothing!" Yumemi said with a firm tone.
For Yumemi, this was like "sunk cost." She had already invested too much into this concert; only by winning this gamble could she successfully continue.
Yumemi was like playing a "coin pusher" game. She had already invested too much money into this machine, and it was about to drop. She was already trapped, unwilling to give up and leave just like that.
Although she could give up now, the opportunity to realize her dream was within reach, and she could not stop when she was only one step away.
She could only win this match, not lose. To win, she could continue to "increase her investment," even if it meant betting her own body.
Ayanokouji Kiyohira doesn't lack money; perhaps his only flaw is his promiscuity.
Eating from one's bowl while looking at another's pot, having Meari wasn't enough, and he still wanted to flirt with Miharu Taki, a married woman…
Although she despised Ayanokoji for this, Yumemi could only approach him from this angle now.
In fact, this point was very effective.
Even when she said she would give all the concert's income to Ayanokoji, his expression remained unchanged. But after Yumemi made this offer, Ayanokoji showed a thoughtful expression.
I can't believe Yumemi actually said that…
Ayanokouji Kiyohira was a little surprised, but he was not entirely unexpected.
Ayanokouji Kiyohira had noticed when Yumemi stepped on him that for this victory, Yumemi could make a great sacrifice.
Since she had already used her foot, it wouldn't be unacceptable for her to use another body part to serve him next.
…So, should he agree to her?
Ayanokouji Kiyohira fell into thought.
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