The uncovered Uesugi Sakura smiled, gazing at the girl's repeatedly flickering purple eyes, then leaned in directly to kiss her soft and lovely cherry-like lips.
"Sakura... mm—"
The shy and lively girl, initially resistant, soon went limp.
The long and deep taste brought about the stirrings of adolescence.
Uesugi Sakura held her small hand that was placed on his chest, gently spreading apart the shy gap, intertwining their fingers.
....
"Good morning kiss." Uesugi Sakura smiled, "You don't dislike it, do you?"
Hanamaru Hanabi glanced at his face, which made a girl's heart race, then lowered her head and shyly made a small sound, "I don't dislike it... as long as it's Sakurai... I don't dislike it..."
In the morning, the drifting clouds were still leisurely swaying at the horizon.
The girl wore a homey spaghetti strap nightdress, the thin pink color concealing the increased size of her small mounds beneath her distinct collarbones.
