After being kissed again, twice in fact, Yukino was completely intoxicated and couldn't calm down anymore.
She really wanted to find a topic to talk about, hoping to ease her embarrassment.
But Makoto wouldn't cooperate!
This guy was really bad.
Very bad.
She shyly took a bite of the apple.
He said she was cute.
She pretended to watch TV, trying to divert her attention.
He said again that she was cute.
No, didn't I already know whether I'm cute or not?
Why do you have to say it?
Yukino pursed her lips tightly, her cheeks flushed red.
Actually, she was quite happy to be sincerely praised for being cute.
"I should get going."
Makoto's voice interrupted her thoughts.
Yukino looked up, instinctively wanting to ask: so soon?
Luckily, she stopped herself and changed to say: "I'll see you out."
Makoto stopped at the door, "No need to walk me downstairs, you'll save yourself from changing shoes."
"Mm."
Yukino looked at his face steadily, and apart from this interjection, she really didn't know what else to say.
"Hope the filming goes smoothly, don't worry," Makoto said.
Yukino was a little stunned, her eyes softening as she said, "That's for sure."
Makoto left.
Yukino didn't close the door right away but peeked out until his figure disappeared down the hallway before she went in.
Looking back at the living room where she was alone again, Yukino suddenly felt a bit uneasy.
After all, she had been alone for many years.
She stood still for a few seconds, then quickened her pace toward the balcony.
She could still just see Makoto's figure.
She was so absorbed watching him.
Then...
She saw Makoto turn around.
"Hm?"
Yukino quickly came back to her senses, thinking he might have guessed she'd come to the balcony, she instinctively straightened her small waist and struck a serious pose.
But she soon remembered, unless Makoto had eagle eyes, he couldn't see her expression clearly.
So what was he doing?
Under Yukino's concerned gaze, Makoto walked straight back into the hallway.
Not what she expected?
Yukino hurriedly left the balcony and almost ran to the door.
Could it be that this guy hadn't kissed enough and was planning another trick?
That was absolutely not allowed.
Yukino took two deep breaths, tidied her bangs, and patiently waited.
Sure enough, the doorbell rang soon.
She opened the door calmly: "What's up?"
Only she knew that when she saw Makoto, her heart was pounding wildly.
"When I was feeding you the apple just now, I accidentally left my phone on the sofa," Makoto patted his empty pocket.
"Oh, I'll get it for you."
Yukino responded lightly.
At the moment she turned, she let out a breath.
But inexplicably, she felt a little disappointed.
After all, it wasn't only Makoto who enjoyed the kiss just now.
She did too.
After getting the phone back and handing it to Makoto, she asked, "Is there anything else?"
"No."
Makoto said, then as if remembering something, "By the way, I suspect Auntie might contact you later, so remember to stay sharp this time and don't lose face."
Yukino found that hard to believe: "I don't think my mother would call me."
Makoto hesitated, "Maybe because… I know her better than you?"
Yukino immediately looked down toward the shoe rack.
Makoto: "What are you going to do?"
Yukino: "I'm seeing which shoe would hurt more if I throw it at you."
Makoto slipped away.
Bang, Yukino closed the door again.
She rubbed her temples, murmuring, "Is she really my mother, or yours? Why do you talk like you know her better than I do?"
Yukino obviously didn't believe it.
But at nine in the evening, Mrs. Yukinoshita really did call.
Yukino, just out of the bath wrapped in a towel, hair unblown, answered the call hurriedly, surprised inside: "Why are you calling?"
"Did Makoto send you home earlier?"
"Yes."
Yukino thought to herself: Not only did he send me home, he sent himself into my mouth.
"That boy chatted with me on the phone for a bit. When I asked if he had thought about pursuing you, he asked me if I would really support him," Mrs. Yukinoshita said.
Yukino suddenly became alert.
This was a message she hadn't seen before.
She didn't speak, keeping silent.
Mrs. Yukinoshita continued: "That boy seems to have many secrets."
Indeed, many, such as maybe "harassing" you in a time loop.
Yukino thought.
"I actually investigated his family situation and contacted his parents with your father. I found they're just ordinary people, nothing like they could raise someone as mature as Makoto…"
"If that's the case, then how did he know I was so anxious about that business, and how did he manage to help me so easily?"
Listening to her mother's calm and somewhat puzzled voice, Yukino hesitated, unsure how to respond.
She didn't want to lie.
But wanted to keep Makoto's secret.
Fortunately, Mrs. Yukinoshita thought Yukino's silence was because she didn't know, and chuckled softly:
"I actually called for no other reason. Regarding the short film your club is making, do your best to make it great."
She paused, then added:
"You are my daughter. If you, as a high school student, can really make a good short film, it means you have been trying hard to improve without me knowing."
Yukino tightly gripped the phone, earnestly said: "I will do well."
She thought of the promise Makoto had given her earlier, and couldn't help but add: "I definitely can do well."
The lady on the other end of the phone, Mrs. Yukinoshita, laughed: "Then I'll patiently wait for your club's work."
After hanging up, Yukino stared blankly at her phone.
She still opened Makoto's social media app, her slender fingers tapping the screen: [Next time there's a time loop, I want to be together.]
She had said this before.
But now, she was even more eager.
In less than ten seconds, Makoto replied: [Good luck.]
This time it was a serious response.
Yukino's lips slowly curved upward.
That meant he agreed.
She thought for a moment, then walked over to plug in the hair dryer, editing a message: [Is there anything I can do?]
She recalled what her mother had done before.
Timely feedback was the most valuable.
Makoto sent a message: [Check your legs?]
Yukino's smile stiffened: [Alright, let's end that topic here.]
She put down the phone and muttered lightly, "Idiot."
After drying her hair, the girl went to her bedroom and threw off her towel, revealing skin that had been carefully cared for over the years, pure and flawless like jade.
She chose a camisole nightdress and put it on, the hem covering down to her knees.
Then she sat on the bed, bending her fair legs into a very cute duck-sitting posture, raised her phone, and took a photo of herself.
She clicked send.
No way would she send a leg photo.
But this photo she could send.
Holding the phone with a smiling face, she somewhat looked forward to the reply.
While waiting, she thought of Ichika.
Though Ichika always tried to test her, constantly making moves to break her defenses, her level was too low.
Even though Yukino still insisted: never fall in love with him.
That did not mean she had any worthy opponent in her eyes.
She was very confident.
Yukino waited and waited, and after a full three minutes, Makoto still hadn't replied.
She was puzzled and edited a message: [Did you not check your phone?]
Makoto: [Sorry, I was busy earlier.]
Yukino: [?]
...
Makoto really was busy.
Not the unserious kind.
He had returned the "borrowed" motorcycle.
After replying to the earlier message, he kept typing: [This is a photo worthy of being a wallpaper.]
Yukino: [I disagree.]
Obviously, she thought such a thing was too showy.
Not long after Makoto got home, Mayu came over.
Worth mentioning, she wasn't just wearing a nightdress, she was wearing black stockings.
Hmm, not pantyhose.
But garters.
The moment Makoto saw her "epic outfit," he knew she definitely came to charge a fee.
Paywall entrance:
Route 1 (busy).
Route 2 (busy).
I don't care how busy, I'm squeezing in!
"Shizuka's condition has mostly recovered, but I'm a bit worried. If she fails another blind date next time, she might be like this again."
Mayu sat in the living room talking to Makoto, her worried expression completely unhidden.
So Makoto found it hard to keep a straight face.
Ah, Hiratsuka Shizuka, Hiratsuka Shizuka, even saintly Matsukaze Mayu knows she won't get married...
She looked worried and said, "I won't end up like this, right?"
Makoto stared into her eyes: "Why don't you ask again?"
"Eh?"
Mayu didn't understand.
Makoto: "I mean, ask again and I'll prove it with action."
Mayu blushed and smiled.
This time she felt reassured, leaning sweetly against Makoto, her hair falling like a washed black river of light, gentle as water under the bright lights.
She had no intention of leaving now that she had come at this hour.
Though she actually worried a bit about their age difference.
But her worries came and went quickly.
"As long as he graduates, that's enough."
Mayu thought this way.
So she came even though it was late.
After the first experience last time, a mature woman like her obviously wouldn't be satisfied with just once.
Once they tasted it, they always wanted more.
Scented by fragrant wind, she and Makoto sat close, her body leaning slightly to the side; the camisole straps, less than a finger's width, immediately loosened and with a slight tease slid down her smooth, rounded shoulders.
Just one glance at this scene would make anyone imagine what enchanting sights would follow once those straps slipped off.
Though a bit short, her figure had incredible curves — no excess fat, only alluring charm.
Moreover, she had come prepared today.
"Do you still have the Red Bull you gave me last time?"
Under the night sky, she asked softly with sleepy eyes.
Makoto was stunned for a second.
You come with black stockings, full of fighting spirit, and now you want to use props too?
"I have it. I'll go get it."
Makoto stood and walked to the fridge, pretending to take out a bottle of [Powerful Red Bull].
When he turned back, his eyes met Mayu's shy yet seductive gaze.
He glanced at the bright floor-to-ceiling window, handed her the drink, then walked over and drew the curtains tightly shut.
Makoto's original intent was that it was already night, so the curtains should be closed.
But Mayu thought: He's not taking me to the living room?
After drinking the Red Bull and feeling energized, she shyly transformed from a bathroom goddess to a floor-to-ceiling window goddess.
The only difference was, the window goddess wouldn't slip because the floor was too slippery.
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