Cote : I Just Want to Grant Your Wish!

Chapter 668 - 668: Let me see what's down there!

Amidst the bustling Keyaki Mall, Kaoru spotted Amasawa Ichika beaming with a radiant smile, continuously waving her hand to catch his attention.Today marked the first time Kaoru had seen her in casual attire.

She wore a thin camisole top that revealed her naturally smooth and delicate shoulders, giving off a slender and fragile impression.

A small section of her collarbone peeked out, and her fair neck was adorned with a shimmering silver necklace that enhanced her vibrant energy.

A black bubble skirt cinched her slender waist, accentuating a youthful yet dramatic curve that made her well-developed bust more prominent.

A glimpse of pale, supple thigh skin beneath the hem exuded a tempting glow, while black thigh-high socks tightly hugged her graceful legs—just one glance was enough to imagine their exceptional texture.

Simply standing there, Amasawa Ichika's outfit had already drawn frequent glances from passersby.

Upon realizing she was waiting for Kaoru, some wore expressions of deep jealousy and anguish, followed by helpless envy.

"Knowing full well about my notorious reputation, you still asked me out today. Shouldn't you be aware of how this scene will be twisted, Amasawa-san?"

Kaoru deliberately tested her reaction.

As a known playboy, why would any sensible girl actively seek him out instead of avoiding him?

"Hoya, is that really your first line upon seeing a girl?"

Amasawa Ichika sighed deeply. "Shouldn't you be apologizing for being late first, then seize the chance to compliment my cuteness?"

Though she was praising herself, it was hard to argue against it.

Even the well-experienced Kaoru had to admit she looked stunning—especially with her light makeup enhancing her delicate cheeks and a glossy, crimson lips curved into a faint, elusive smile.

Facing Kaoru's gaze, Amasawa showed no shyness, openly accepting his appraisal.

"Aren't I cute? I put in so much effort—doesn't senpai have anything to say?"

"Did you dress up just for me?"

"Senpai, you're so confident."

"Even if I didn't think that way, everyone around would assume we're on a date."

"No problem. I'll clear up the misunderstanding—Mitoma-senpai didn't use the Hypnosis App on me. I was just being threatened by him."

Kaoru remained silent, but Amasawa chuckled lightly and offered, "Shall we walk around for a bit?"

"Holding hands would be even better."

Kaoru stated shamelessly.

"Senpai, you're really something else. You come off as so frivolous."

Amasawa placed her index finger on her lips, her eyes carrying a hint of allure. "But if you agree to my condition, holding hands is fine~"

"You give off a frivolous vibe too. Have you had a boyfriend before?"

Kaoru remained unmoved by her teasing—only an inexperienced boy would get flustered.

"Eh, is now really the time to ask that?"

Amasawa puffed her cheeks in dissatisfaction. "Senpai, aren't you even a little curious about my condition?"

"Should I be?"

Kaoru retorted.

"Shouldn't you?"

Immediately, Amasawa Ichika's face lit up with sudden understanding. "I get it now. When senpai asked if I had a boyfriend, you were actually concerned about my past, weren't you?"

As she spoke, a mischievous smile spread across Amasawa Ichika's face.

"If senpai is really that concerned, I might be willing to tell you~"

Watching Kaoru's expression, Amasawa Ichika's lips curled into a faint smile.

It seemed the initiative in this conversation was falling into her hands.

However, as her words faded, she saw Kaoru suddenly lean in close.

Her body instinctively retreated half a step, but before she could react, her wrist was already caught in Kaoru's grasp.

At this close distance, Amasawa Ichika could clearly see Kaoru's eyes.

He was quietly staring at her face, making her momentarily stunned.

Soon, she quickly regained her composure and looked at Kaoru with a playful smile.

"Senpai suddenly became so forceful. You really do care about my..."

Amasawa Ichika struggled lightly a few times, originally intending to put on a show of resistance.

But her smile immediately froze.

What's with this strength?

Though it was just her wrist being held, Amasawa Ichika felt like all the alarms in her body were going off.

Her blood ran cold as if falling into an ice cellar - she was all too familiar with this feeling!

"Isn't it me who's setting the terms now?"

At this moment, Kaoru whispered, "I was originally planning to let you off. Just a listening device, nothing unusual. But Amasawa-san, you don't seem afraid of me."

"I really like strong men. Someone like senpai is just perfect~"

Amasawa Ichika also lowered her voice, speaking softly as if sharing a secret.

Her pretty face slightly flushed, and her warm breath even reached Kaoru, making him feel somewhat ticklish.

Kaoru looked into her eyes, which shimmered like rippling water.

All he could see were her long eyelashes trembling slightly, with a faint wine-red hue gradually coloring her cheeks.

"If that's the case, then what are your feet doing?"

At Kaoru's calm question, Amasawa Ichika's intended tripping motion involuntarily paused. The two silently exchanged glances.

"Senpai, you're hurting me."

Girls truly are acting creatures.

Amasawa Ichika now looked like she was about to cry at any moment.

Kaorureleased her wrist. She rubbed her wrist, tears seemingly already glistening in her eyes.

"How cruel! Being so rough with a girl. Look, it's all red here!"

Amasawa Ichika angrily raised her wrist. Where there was originally fair, smooth skin, several faint red marks now appeared.

Under Kaoru's gaze, they slowly faded, returning to her fair, tender skin.

Seeing this, Amasawa Ichika nonchalantly withdrew her wrist and hid it behind her back.

"Anyway, senpai is really too much!"

"Is that considered too much?"

Kaoru chuckled, "If I remember correctly, the condition I gave you was to team up with my people, right?"

"That's correct. Has senpai already made up his mind?"

Amasawa Ichika remained composed, seemingly having steered the conversation away from the previous topic.

Kaoru's earlier actions had genuinely frightened her.

Her instincts told her she was no match for him. "Keeping me waiting until now has been quite troubling. Senpai must give me an answer today."

"Would you accept anyone, no matter who it is?" Kaoru wore a faint, ambiguous smile.

Amasawa Ichika thought to herself that agreeing wouldn't hurt—it might even help her get closer to his network.

But who exactly needed help?

"Since it's a threat from my senpai, I can't really refuse, can I?"

"Are you sure you can't refuse?"

"Huh? Do I even have the option to refuse?"

For some reason, Kaoru fell silent, which made Amasawa Ichika feel something was off.

"Come to think of it, Amasawa-san, you're really cute. I almost feel bad wasting all the effort you put into your outfit today."

Kaoru smiled. "I've decided—let's change the condition."

Amasawa Ichika slowly withdrew her smile.

Though Kaoru hadn't said anything yet, she could already sense it—she seemed to have fallen into a trap.

Just as she was about to speak, Kaoru hooked a finger under her chin.

"Amasawa-san, let me see what's underneath."