Ayanokouji Kiyohira had never expected that Yumemi would be so audacious as to extend her small foot and make such a bold move during her concert. Wasn't she afraid of being discovered?
That's not fair, that's an outside move!
Ayanokouji Kiyohira even wanted to protest to the referee.
But there was no formal referee in this match; only the audience counted as referees.
Immediately, Ayanokouji Kiyohira wanted to stop Yumemi's actions, but the game rules restricted his ability to act.
He couldn't shift his gaze, nor could he make any big movements that might be noticed by the audience. He could only maintain a calm and composed demeanor, trying his best to stay cool so that the audience below wouldn't notice anything amiss.
...Wait, why does that sound strange? It feels like déjà vu.
It sounds like he's a high school girl being molested on a train, clearly being harassed but unable to loudly stop the person because it's a public place, fearing the embarrassment of being discovered, and out of concern for his reputation, he can only let the other person do as they please…
Ayanokouji Kiyohira discarded the jumbled thoughts in his mind and stared into Yumemi's eyes, saying coldly, "Yumemi, I didn't expect you'd actually dare to use your foot… Aren't you afraid I'll pull back the tablecloth?
If I pull back the tablecloth, you'll be directly 'disqualified as an idol.' You won't be able to be an idol for the rest of your life."
Yumemi was very nervous inside, but she still deliberately put on a nonchalant expression.
"If you want to pull it, then pull it. Anyway, I won't be the only one who's embarrassed or socially dead."
Yumemi smirked, "Meari and Miharu Taki are sitting in the audience. If they see our intimate contact, what do you think… will they get jealous?"
Yumemi's words directly addressed Ayanokouji Kiyohira's concerns.
Although Ayanokouji Kiyohira said he would pull back the tablecloth, if he actually did, revealing his and Yumemi's little actions to all the audience, he wouldn't want that either.
Putting aside whether Yumemi would be socially dead, he himself definitely would be.
Meari, Hanatemari, Mikura, Sakura, Ririka… All these girls with whom he had ambiguous relationships were watching from the audience. If Ayanokoji really 'flipped the table,' what awaited him would be a lose-lose situation.
He would definitely face a shuraba.
Absolutely.
"..."
Seeing Ayanokouji Kiyohira fall silent, Yumemi also breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed she had guessed correctly; Ayanokouji Kiyohira indeed cared a lot about Meari and the others.
In reality, she was also very afraid that Ayanokouji Kiyohira would truly go for a "lose-lose" situation, directly pulling back the tablecloth and exposing their private actions to everyone.
"Alright… Ayanokoji, don't look so cold. No need to pretend, you actually quite like me doing this for you, don't you?" Yumemi smiled and blinked.
Ayanokoji scoffed, "What a joke. Your technique is too awful. Not everyone is like your fans, who haven't seen a woman and blush even when they see a girl's arms and legs."
"Since my technique is bad, then let me practice on you. It's just, I wonder if Miharu Taki Sakura and the others would be willing…" Yumemi began to tease Ayanokoji with a beaming smile.
Ayanokoji was somewhat speechless.
Yumemi, this girl, is getting carried away in a matter of minutes, isn't she?
She was doing something he thoroughly enjoyed. If it were a different setting, Ayanokouji Kiyohira would wish she'd put more effort into it. Yet now, she was beaming, fully convinced she had him wrapped around her finger…
If he didn't know he hadn't done anything, Ayanokouji Kiyohira would almost think he had used some hypnosis app to alter her perception, making her believe that she was the victim when doing such a thing.
Ayanokouji Kiyohira didn't want to beat around the bush with her anymore and went straight to the point: "Yumemi, I'll be direct. Pulling back the tablecloth won't benefit either of us.
If you put your foot down now, I can pretend nothing happened and let bygones be bygones. We'll continue the match normally until a winner is decided."
Ayanokouji Kiyohira considered himself quite magnanimous, but Yumemi, after hesitating, still shook her head.
"No, I can't put my foot down now. This is my only chance. Even if I put it down now, there's a very high probability I'll lose the match, so I might as well give it my all."
"Your 'giving it your all' means putting your hope in making my heart beat faster?"
Ayanokouji Kiyohira also understood Yumemi's thoughts and scoffed, "Leaving aside whether my heart rate will rise that high, there are only five minutes left now. You're really underestimating me. Even if you learned how to start a fire by rubbing sticks like a primitive person, you wouldn't see the scene you want."
"How would you know if you don't try? Anyway, it's not a bad thing for you, is it?" Yumemi deliberately provoked, "Or… are you all bark and no bite, just unwilling to admit defeat verbally?"
He could tolerate being questioned about anything else, but when she questioned this, Ayanokouji Kiyohira couldn't stand it anymore.
The conditions Ayanokoji offered were also for Yumemi's benefit, but not only did she not appreciate it, she even provoked him…
"If you don't believe me, then try it," Ayanokouji Kiyohira couldn't be bothered to say more to her.
"Yumemi, I won't stop you anymore. Do what you want. However, keep your movements small. If your movements are too big and arouse the audience's suspicion, that's not the outcome either of us wants to see. You'd best be aware of that."
"Don't worry, I'll be very gentle…" Yumemi smiled and nodded.
Reaching a consensus with Ayanokoji was the best outcome.
Without Ayanokoji's obstruction, Yumemi could now fully concentrate her attention on her 'offense'.
The audience below had no idea about their small actions beneath the gambling table; the stage was too far, and the cameras were only focused on their faces.
If anyone else were doing something like this under the eyes of a hall full of spectators, they would surely have been discovered long ago due to overly large movements or unnatural facial expressions.
But Yumemi was an idol with superb acting skills, and Ayanokouji Kiyohira, needless to say, although unable to control his reactions, found it very easy to maintain a calm expression.
At this moment, the idol girl's face bore an innocent and harmless smile; no one would have imagined she would play such a big game.
This was Yumemi's first time doing something like this, but her theoretical experience was quite rich. She was able to imitate it quite well, following the example.
Yumemi propped herself up with both hands on the table, a smile on her face, but her heart was filled with embarrassment.
She couldn't believe she was actually doing this…
She was an idol, a symbol of purity, yet she was secretly doing such a daring thing to Ayanokouji Kiyohira under this table, right in front of numerous audience members and fans.
Once someone pulled back the tablecloth, once what she was doing was exposed, she would become an object of scorn, wouldn't she…?
Even so, Yumemi still didn't stop. She knew this was her only chance.
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