The girl sat in the shadow that could only cover her upper body, wearing a black school uniform JK, a white shirt on the inside of the upper body, an elegant Western-style black jacket on the outside, and a yellow and black sailor uniform skirt on the bottom, and a black stockings common for high school girls under the sailor suit.

The stockings start from the ankle visible on the outer edge of the heel and go up along the curvaceous calf, until the upper outer edge of the black sailor suit, which is hidden a little from the knee, and the lower outer edge of the leg, which is close to the absolute field, where the light does not shine.

This made Fujiwara suke suddenly have a strange idea of which part of the girl's stockings would go to the thighs.

But the thought only occurred for a moment before he dispelled it.

Then Fujiwara Suke once again focused his gaze on the girl's upper body.

Since there is no swim cap to restrain her, the girl also has thin and appropriate bangs in front of her forehead, and her soft hair is draped over her shoulders on both sides.

The girl was eating a bento at this time, the bento was placed on the top edge of the girl's horizontal knee, and the ground on the right side of her body was also placed with a pink food box lid, the outside of the lid was placed upward, the shape was simple, and there was no sticker on it.

Just glancing at Fujiwara Suke who came out of the fire door, he stretched out the black chopsticks hanging in the air to the lunch box on his lap, and picked up a small square piece of meat with half fat and average lean meat.

The girl's movements are very slow, and her eating appearance is also very elegant, quite a bit of quiet and beautiful girl's taste.

But Fujiwarasuke, who has contact with her, obviously doesn't think she's a quiet beautiful girl.

"You're eating alone?"

Fujiwara suke asked the girl with his hands behind his back, stopping about three meters away from the girl's body.

Hearing his question, the girl held the hand holding the chopsticks to the edge of the lunch box on her lap, and finally raised her head and looked at Fujiwara Suke: "Isn't there still you?" My servant. ”

"I've already eaten it, it's with my friends."

Because he doesn't have a good impression of the girl in front of him, his words are also a little aggressive.

But I don't know if the girl has a "taunt" resistance or what, in the face of Fujiwarasuke's words that are considered very provocative, the expression on her face has not changed in the slightest.

"Don't talk about these boring things," the girl said lightly, then put her eyes on the lunch box on the top of her knee again, then raised her hand with chopsticks again, picked up a long carrot from the vegetable box in front of her, and turned it in the sunlight in front of her, staring straight ahead, as if to see something different.

After a while, the girl said, "Servant Jun, how about you come and put on a show for me, such as learning how to bark a dog?" ”

After saying that, the girl brought the carrot held on the tip of the chopsticks to her small mouth, and then bit off most of it in one bite.

The girl finally fought back, but the words were still so plain.

It's so bland that it's hard to figure out whether it's a counterattack to Fujiwara's words, or if she's thought about it a long time ago, or if it's both, and the punishment is a little more severe?

"Enough!"

Fujiwara's somewhat displeased voice sounded.

He is a normal man, he doesn't like to be treated as a pervert, he doesn't like to be someone else's servant, and he doesn't like to learn to bark a dog, he was just forced by the situation yesterday.

"I'm here today to make a decision with you."

Fujiwara released his left hand, and then his right hand fell naturally to the right side of his body under the restraint of the elbow joint, and at the lower end of his right hand, he grasped a square brick, slightly thicker than the one last night, which he had found in the corner of the flower bed on campus during the dismissal of physical education class.

He grasps it behind his back with two hands, not because one hand can't support it, but because he is afraid of being seen by others, and it is easier to control with both hands.

Fujiwarasuke placed the square floor tiles about a foot wide on the waterproof green ground in front of him under the girl's somewhat puzzled gaze.

Then bow, raise your hand, and swing your fist.

"Bang!"

The floor tiles are torn apart.

"How?"

Fujiwara suke maintained his last posture, only raised his head, and asked the girl in front of him in a slightly proud tone.

The soft and weak girl has never seen this meeting, she will be afraid of herself, and then obediently delete the video and apologize.

This is the future that Fujiwara suke imagined the girl in front of him would show.

"You still put yesterday..."

In order to prevent the girl from not understanding what he meant, he was still ready to add.

"Bang bang."

But before he could finish speaking, there was a round of applause from the direction of the girl in front of him, which sounded not too energetic.

Fujiwara Suke was puzzled and focused his gaze on the girl's face again.

There was no fear on the girl's face, but the initial confusion at seeing Fujiwara suke take out the stone from behind her changed to the current appreciation.

"It was a good show."

The girl looked at him with a condescending expression like a clown on a circus performance.

The girl's reaction was very different from what Fujiwara had imagined, and it made him a little uncomfortable, so he lifted his upper body again, and then straightened the hem of his school uniform jacket that was not too messy.

"Congratulations, your performance has successfully caught my attention, and from today onwards, you don't have to be my servant anymore."

"Uh."

"Upgraded to slavery."

"You!"

When the girl said the first half of the sentence, Fujiwara Suke really thought that she had some special hobby, and he was satisfied and chose to let him go, so when the girl said the second half of the reversed sentence, he was not light.

Isn't the rank of "slave" supposed to be lower than that of "servant"?

But this thought only came to his mind for a moment before he threw it away.

He didn't have time to think about these little things right now.

"That's not all I can do."

Fujiwarasuke, who was a little displeased, put on a judo standard battle posture for the girl in front of him.

"Put the bento on your lap."

Fujiwara didn't want to see the girl's embarrassed appearance of causing oily stains and swollen clothes.

Fujiwara looked at the girl's face, but found that the latter's flat eyes seemed to reveal a sign of "Are you sure you want to do this?" Emotional expression.

Just when he was still wondering why the girl showed such a look, a shadow was instantly obscured in front of him, followed by a feeling of weightlessness in the back.

Then he found himself on the ground.

"Boom!"

The vibration of the collision spread from the back of his head and buttocks as he landed on the ground, and then spread throughout his body, and then he felt like his brain was blank, and he wanted to breathe but couldn't, as if he was about to die.

Just before Fujiwara's head made a decision on whether to put his hand on his head or ass.

The girl reappeared above his side.

The girl pressed the heel of her right shoe against the tip of her left shoe, then took her right foot, which was wearing black stockings, out of the shoe and stepped on it on Fujiwara's stomach.

Because of the girl's action, Fujiwarasuke's hands seemed to have suddenly found a place, and he subconsciously grabbed the girl's ankles with his hands.

Not trying to touch the leg, but trying to counteract the power it transmits.

The matte texture, and the fingertips touch the girl's skin in the tiny holes in the stockings, which is still a little soft, plus because it has just come out of the closed leather shoes, there is a little bit of moisture that is not hot and quickly dissipates the steam-like wetness.