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Yukinoshita's actions just now were indeed a bit too stimulating for Qiyun. Although he had never seen the beautiful scenery of Yukinoshita's vagina before, this experience was indeed different.
Qiyun didn't know if it was because of the lust trial, but he always felt that Yukinoshita was taking the initiative, which was terrifying. Not only did it completely deviate from her usual style, but she was also tempting her in many ways. It was better to say that she was desperately trying to please Qiyun and cater to his desires.
Yukinoshita like this...
Before Qiyun could think about it, he felt a pressure on her crotch. Qiyun looked up and saw that Yukinoshita had spread her legs and sat on him. The soft touch of his cock told him that Yukinoshita's pussy was only separated by a thin piece of fabric.
Yukinoshita's face still wore that sweet smile. Her flawless, delicate features had lost their usual cold expression, now filled with a gentle and charming expression. Her deep blue eyes met Qiyun's gaze, and Qiyun saw his own reflection in them, yet for some reason, he couldn't help but avert her gaze.
"Let's make love,"
Yukinoshita said softly, words that sent Qiyun's blood racing.
"Yukinoshita-san, do you know what you're saying?" Qiyun stared at her in shock.
"I know, don't you want it? You must really want to do it with me," Yukinoshita said calmly, her body quietly leaning down, resting her whole body on Qiyun's chest, her cheek against his, listening to the sound of his heartbeat. Her long, soft, flowing hair cascaded around them, enveloping them both.
"Ah... no... that... I don't want to... ah... that's not right... actually I really want to... but... ah... that... Yukinoshita-san... you know... isn't it a little early now... although it's not too early... I... I have had some thoughts in this regard... but they are just some thoughts... and... you..."
Qiyun's words became stuttering, and the content became confusing, as if his brain had crashed and he didn't know how to answer Yukinoshita's question.
Yukinoshita didn't speak, closing her eyes and lying in Qiyun's arms, her hands clutching Qiyun's shoulders, as if she was lying in a cradle, looking like a baby who had just fallen asleep.
"Yukinoshita-san, I think we shouldn't do this anymore. You see, we don't have enough time," Qiyun finally offered a lame excuse. Then, as if to defuse the awkwardness, he added,
"Well, it's not that I'm afraid of you calling me premature ejaculator. So, can we save this opportunity for someone else? Hahahaha."
But Yukinoshita didn't respond, as if she'd fallen into a deep sleep, her breathing becoming soft and steady.
Qiyun was momentarily unsure what to do, relying only on Yukinoshita's next move.
After several minutes, Yukinoshita finally slowly rose from Qiyun's body. Without a word, she silently pulled Qiyun up from the ground, then squatted down to pull up his pants. Her movements were gentle, like a wife giving her husband the finishing touches before a trip.
Neither of them spoke the entire time. Qiyun watched Yukinoshita perform these actions with a complex expression. Yukinoshita's expression was focused, as if she had returned to her usual self.
Finally, everything was done. Qiyun heard Yukinoshita sigh with relief and saw her stand up, facing her again.
"What's wrong, Mr. Pervert? You look constipated, but I won't ask you to hold it in this time." Yukinoshita suddenly laughed, a cheerful and lively aura radiating from her face. The corners of her mouth curled up beautifully, and her eyes sparkled.
Qiyun continued to stare at Yukinoshita with a puzzled expression, unable to smile this time.
"Alas,"
seeing Qiyun's expression, Yukinoshita finally lowered her head and sighed quietly, then raised her pretty face again and smiled.
"Mr. Pervert, can you let me return to my original form? I feel like I'm being glued to your obscene gaze."
Qiyun remained silent, silently using the function of the Lust Trial. A brand new school uniform appeared on Yukinoshita, completely covering her previously exposed body.
Everything returned to its original state, and she became the aloof, inviolable Yukinoshita, known as the flower of the mountain.
"I've worn this so many times in my memory, but this time it feels different." Yukinoshita took a few steps forward, as if surprised by the sudden appearance of her new outfit.
"Qiyun-san, does it look good?" Yukinoshita suddenly turned, grasping the hem of her skirt with one hand, the other tucked behind her ear. A gentle smile graced her pretty face as she studied Qiyun. Her azure eyes were filled with anticipation. Her slender figure, accentuated by the fitted uniform, radiated youth, her straight thighs accentuating her graceful figure.
"It looks good, Yukinoshita-san," she nodded in satisfaction at Qiyun's response.
"It seems Mr. Pervert hasn't lost his sense of taste after all," she said with a hint of amusement.
Then, she gently twirled around, as if dancing, her skirt fluttering around her as she hummed a strange ballad.
Qiyun remained silent, watching the scene unfold before her. He watched as Yukinoshita's twirling slowed, her song fading. Finally, she stopped, her back to Qiyun.
Her usually proud head slowly drooped, her hands resting on her knees. Then, her delicate shoulders began to rise, and faint sobs gradually became audible.
"Because... because I'm not real?" Yukinoshita's sobbing voice reached Qiyun's ears.
Qiyun didn't know how to respond. He wanted to move toward her, but before he could take a step, she stopped him.
"Don't come over, Qiyun-san... please," Yukinoshita's voice had completely lost its usual calmness, its tone now a pure plea.
"Why, why? I have the same memories, the same body, the same name, Yukinoshita Yukino." Her delicate body trembled even more violently, and every word she spoke seemed to trample upon her last line of defense, her sobbing tone filled with resentment and sadness.
"But...why...why am I not her?" As the words fell, the previous reluctance and wonder turned into confusion.
"I was really happy when the first person I saw when I opened my eyes was you." Yukinoshita's monologue began again, and her tone became cheerful.
"It's great that we are in the trial of lust together again. I hated this trial so much at the beginning."
"....."
"So when I saw the contents on that paper, I was still a little sad. It turns out that I am just a character you created at random."
"...."
Yukinoshita's voice sounded a little lost.
"But I am still very happy that I can accompany you to complete this trial of lust. That Yukinoshita can't do it now."
"....."
"So I must make you remember this time. In this trial, I will achieve what that Yukinoshita didn't achieve. I will do better and more outstanding than her."
"...."
"But...but I seem to have lost. After all, I am still different from her."
"...."
Yukinoshita began to sob softly, her body shaking violently.
"Wuuuu...I...I don't want to either. Why is it like this...Why do I only have this one hour..."
"..."
The sobbing gradually stopped, and Qiyun saw Yukinoshita slowly raise her hand and wipe it towards her face, as if wiping something.
"Actually, I also understand that this is just fake. What I pursue is very different from this. It should be real, not the ethereal and boundless existence like it is now. I think we are all like this, Qiyun-san."
"..."
"So I shouldn't be like this, so out of control. I thought I could complete this trial according to her way, but... but..."
Yukinoshita's voice choked again, and she cried out like a drowning person desperately trying to grab a life-saving straw.
"But I'm so sad, Qiyun. I'm clearly staying true to my true self, but I'm also craving this hypocritical time. I can't help but think, this hour, if... if only it could be a little longer..."
"I also want to... I also want to be like her, to complete this lust trial together, to complete everything in the service club together."
"So... I still couldn't help it. I hope you don't mind. I really don't have time. I only have this hour, that's all."
"But I'm still very happy to be created by you, even if it's only this one hour. The memory of this one hour is mine alone, it belongs to this me. I'm not that greedy."
"So..."
Yukinoshita turned around, crossed her hands behind her back, a bright and moving smile on her delicate white face, and endless tenderness in her eyes, but the red eyes and tear marks on both sides of her cheeks foreshadowed the sobs in her previous words.
"I'm real for this hour, right, Qiyun-san?"
"..."
"So, please don't forget this hour, we agreed."
"The Lust Trial is about to end. The countdown begins. Sixty, fifty-nine, fifty-eight,..."
The emotionless, mechanical voice once again announced the trial's progress, echoing endlessly in the empty space.
"It's almost over, Qiyun-san." Yukinoshita looked up at the sky, but saw nothing.
"Thirty, twenty-nine, twenty-eight..."
As time slowly ticked away, the surrounding space gradually returned to its original state, becoming brighter, and Yukinoshita's figure gradually faded.
Suddenly, Yukinoshita took a few steps forward, grabbed Qiyun's shoulders, and leaned her flawless face closer. Her pink lips gently touched Qiyun's mouth, a warm, sweet touch spreading across her lips, faintly tinged with the fresh scent of orange blossoms. Then their lips parted.
"I won this time, didn't I?" Yukinoshita smiled at Qiyun, her haughty expression returning once more, though tears continued to stream down her cheeks.
"Don't tell her, she won't like it. I'm a petty person, after all, so..."
Yukinoshita's words abruptly stopped before she could finish. Qiyun looked down, only to see that her eyes, once full of life, were now lifeless, as calm as a pool of stagnant water. The tear marks on her cheeks gradually dried, like a statue, perfect but lifeless.
"The trial is over!"