Band Girls’ Mixology Mission [176]

Sakiko gazed at Kyo’s lips, which somehow seemed increasingly captivating to her eyes. A strange impulse bloomed within her—

“Hm?”

Kyo, who a second ago had been proudly showing off her beloved little spray bottle, suddenly felt something gently press against her lips.

It was Sakiko’s fingers—index and middle finger pressed firmly together, touching Kyo’s lips, applying slight pressure, reshaping their softness into an unusual shape.

Then she pushed further: two fingers naturally could do more than just one. While a single finger could only poke, press, or lightly trace, Sakiko now boldly captured Kyo’s lips between her two fingers, gently rubbing, kneading, and tugging without restraint.

Such a uniquely soft, delicate sensation made Sakiko feel as though she had actually succeeded in holding flowing water firmly in her grasp.

At that moment, Sakiko had entirely forgotten they were still in their classroom. Though it was early, they certainly weren't alone. Fortunately, most classmates were absorbed in their own matters, with only one or two accidentally noticing the ambiguous scene unfolding in the corner. These witnesses hurriedly covered their mouths in shock, not daring to disturb the pair.

One could already imagine how lively today’s secret-note forum would become—at least several hundred posts guaranteed.

Slurp—

Suddenly, an even softer, warmer, and more slippery object slipped through the gap between Kyo’s lips, unintentionally touching Sakiko’s fingers with a damp, heated sensation.

It was the tip of Kyo’s tongue.

This dangerously stimulating sensation snapped Sakiko back to her senses instantly. She finally realized exactly what inappropriate action she had been taking, and a flush spread rapidly across her face. Inwardly, she cursed her own lack of self-control.

She immediately withdrew her hand, and as her fingertips parted from Kyo’s tongue, there was even a faint but unmistakable "pop." A slender thread of silver connected them stubbornly, refusing to break even as Sakiko had already pulled her hand back over a dozen centimeters. It gently swayed in the air, remaining intact.

This sight was far too indecent!

By now, Sakiko had completely forgotten about the manners she’d strictly upheld all her life. In a fluster, she quickly broke the delicate silver strand, desperately maintaining a mask of calm and composure on her face. Then she hurriedly pulled out a tissue from her drawer and wiped her fingers clean. As she moved to offer a tissue to Kyo, she found Kyo had already casually wiped away the lingering saliva with the back of her hand.

Sakiko opened her mouth to say something, then hesitated. Guilt held her back—after all, she herself had caused this situation with her sudden action.

What was wrong with me just now…? Why did I suddenly feel the urge to touch Kyo’s lips?

But what troubled Sakiko even more was that Kyo showed absolutely no resistance or displeasure toward her blatant act of overstepping. Even now, Kyo appeared entirely unconcerned, calmly watching Sakiko as if genuinely curious about why Sakiko had acted in such a way.

Could… Could something like this be totally acceptable to Kyo?

Then exactly how far would someone have to go before Kyo began to reject or resist? Wasn't Kyo being dangerously oblivious about personal boundaries?

“Sakiko, why did you suddenly touch my lips?”

What could Sakiko possibly say? Could she directly admit, I saw how you looked just now, and my subconscious simply urged me to touch you?

“I just didn’t notice earlier that you had sprayed water on your lips, so I wanted to check…”

The moment this excuse left her mouth, Sakiko instantly regretted it. What kind of lousy explanation was that? If Kyo didn’t see through her ridiculous lie, it would be strange!

Sure enough, upon hearing Sakiko’s excuse, Kyo’s smile turned mischievous. The playful, teasing expression made her lips—which had reddened slightly from Sakiko’s rubbing—impossible for Sakiko to look at directly.

“All right, hurry up and sit properly. I want to study now.”
Hoping to quickly escape this awkward situation, Sakiko bluntly dismissed Kyo. At this moment, she truly didn’t want to look at that face anymore.

“Fine,” Kyo readily agreed, rotating her body to face forward obediently.

But before Sakiko could breathe a sigh of relief, Kyo suddenly clapped her hands lightly.
“Oh, right—I had something else to tell you.”

“What is it…?”

“Sakiko, do you still remember Uika-san?”

“Uika?”

Sakiko’s tone didn’t indicate she’d forgotten Misumi Uika, but rather expressed surprise at hearing that name from Kyo’s mouth.

“Yep.”

Kyo quickly and concisely recounted her weekend encounter at sumimi’s agency. Of course, she carefully omitted Uika’s more personal motives.

“Kyo, you also went to that island in the past?”

Though Sakiko was still speaking to Kyo, her eyes remained fixed on the book on her desk, still not fully recovered from earlier.

“It was only that once, really. Quite a coincidence, isn't it? Or maybe I should call it fate?” Kyo sighed thoughtfully. “Anyway, would you like to meet Uika-san? If you want, I could help pass along your answer. Or, you could just contact her yourself.”

Sakiko fell silent, lost in thought.

According to Kyo, Uika was simply deeply worried after losing touch with Sakiko for so long. When she learned Kyo knew Sakiko’s situation, she naturally wanted to meet up and check on her friend.

Sakiko felt genuinely touched that this childhood friend she’d met on the island still cared so deeply. But given her current circumstances, Sakiko was somewhat hesitant to face Uika directly.

She knew Uika wouldn’t mock her downfall, yet Sakiko feared that receiving pity—even genuine kindness—from someone she’d known since childhood would still be hard to swallow.

Right now, Sakiko had lost most of what she’d once possessed. Meanwhile, Uika had become a popular idol with a thriving group, enjoying resources that Sakiko couldn’t even dream of at this point.

Their childhood situations had completely reversed.

Taking a deep breath, Sakiko slowly exhaled.

“I understand. I’ll contact Uika myself when the time comes. Thank you for relaying her message, Kyo.”

“It's no trouble at all.”

“Also…”

“Hm?”

“Kyo, were you and Uika-san…close in the past?”

Kyo blinked in surprise. Did the two of them agree on this together? Why did they both ask me almost the exact same question?

Then, recalling Sakiko’s impulsive act of touching her lips moments earlier…

Could it be Sakiko is also into girls…?

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