Chapter 93

So, it's been almost two weeks since he last visited the poor child after the graduation ceremony.

Even though she was on spring break, I never invited her out.

I originally planned to visit Kawasaki on my way back, but I ended up being invited over for dinner by Kogisora Yukina that day, and then I went to Touma Kazusa's house the next day... and it's been delayed until now.

And this well-behaved and sensible child, perhaps out of consideration for his situation, never bothered him.

So it seems that keeping a diary is quite useful; at least it lets him know how long he has been ignoring the other person.

"..."

Thinking of this, Sakurakoji Talent's heart felt a stinging pain different from when the illness flared up; that place seemed to be called conscience.

Scumbag boyfriend, oh no, scumbag girlfriend!

You flirted with her and then ran away, ignoring her completely for so long. Are you even human?

It's been so long, and you haven't even invited her over for a chat or taken her out for some fun. How can you be so embarrassed to be called "sister" all the time?

He'd made up his mind; there was no need to think about tomorrow's plans anymore. He closed his notebook, his gaze resolute.

Tomorrow, he's definitely going to take that child out for some fun!

Sakurakoji Talent —no, Ogura Asahi swore in his heart.

Image: "Angel Waiting Quietly", Location: "Images/1758631501-100446961-113886132. jpg"

Volume 1: The Daily Life of Attracting Bees and Butterflies: Chapter 126 Is My Own Sister a Pervert Too?

The next morning,

After finishing breakfast, Sakurakoji Talent walked with slightly heavy steps to his personal wardrobe area, where he selected a decent set of everyday clothes from the women's clothing wardrobe that Aoyama Nanami had once vehemently criticized but which he had now become accustomed to and could basically ignore.

He shrunk his figure, added some necessary padding, and dressed in front of a full-length mirror before returning to the living room.

"Young Master, today's cleaning needs to be done... Ugh!"

Aoyama Nanami, who had just pushed the food cart out and was carrying cleaning tools back from outside, was startled by his appearance.

"Why are you so agitated? It's not like it's the first time we've seen this."

Sakurakoji Talent glanced at her and replied calmly in a soft, altered voice.

"... Why do you describe it as if I see you often? I've actually only seen you like this a few times!" She blushed, gazing at the elegant white-haired figure sitting on the sofa.

If the truth weren't known, who would doubt the authenticity of this figure standing at the pinnacle of womanhood?

Although she has become accustomed to the vast amount of men's and women's clothing in her wardrobe through daily tasks such as cleaning the room, organizing items, ironing clothes, and preventing insects and moths, she is still used to it.

But the impact of placing an inanimate object there without moving is completely different from the impact of wearing it on someone!

It wasn't that I felt nauseous or disgusted by her unconventional or non-mainstream style; on the contrary, she found it very pleasing to the eye and exquisite. Rather, it was so harmonious and natural that it was as if her previous memories were all delusions.

It seems that what she served before was not Sakurakoji Talent, but this "woman" who stepped out of the painting.

Sometimes, when she thinks back on it, she feels that this is the true demeanor her master should have...

"What's wrong, Young Master? Why are you dressed like this again today?" Putting down her tools, she looked at him with a complicated expression. "Do you need to seek inspiration like this to start that design work today?"

"No."

"Did Miss Ashiri ask you to wear that?"

"No, not either."

"So it's your own choice to wear it, Young Master. I think you look..."

"Anyway, it's necessary, so don't ask anymore." Ogura Asahi sighed softly. "And from now on, just like Ichiyo and the others, when you see me dressed like this, you have to call me 'Young Miss,' remember that."

"...I understand, sir..." Aoyama Nanami's face twitched as she answered awkwardly.

"Never mind, there will be plenty of opportunities like this in the future. You'll get used to it eventually." Ogura Asahi put down her crossed legs, stood up and walked towards the elevator. "I have something to do today, so I'll go first. You can take your time cleaning."

"Ah, hi!" she replied politely, bowing her head. After a moment, she realized what she meant. "But Young Master! What do you mean by 'there will be plenty of opportunities later'?! You still want to..."

Her voice disappeared behind the elevator doors, and the next second, a strange feeling of weightlessness appeared.

Upon arriving on the first floor, Kokoro surveyed his surroundings and, after confirming that no one he knew was there, quickly walked out of the apartment building and got into the luxury car that was waiting for him.

It's not that he's afraid of being looked down upon; those who know him well already know that.

Although if he encountered a serious Great Aunt, she would make verbal judgments based on professional legal provisions and rules, and he would be teased by her, he had long been used to it.

Mere words could not sway his already decided path or his pursuit of aesthetics!

His main fear was that his younger sister Sakurakoji Ashiri, or some bisexual female psychopath would see him and then lose all reason, clinging to him and refusing to let him leave.

Putting aside that White Hair pervert with dyed hair, for some reason, Ashiri towards Sakurakoji Talent and Ogura Asahi's two identities are completely different.

She felt only a normal brotherly and sisterly affection for Sakurakoji Talent.

As for Ogura Asahi... it's no exaggeration to say that from the moment she saw her, she instantly became a fanatical fangirl, and no amount of attention could calm her down.

As long as Ogura Asahi gives the order, she would give anything without hesitation.

In some ways, they are more troublesome and terrifying than anyone else.

How tragic, my own sister is actually a hidden pervert... Sakurakoji Talent thought to himself.

What's wrong with the bloodlines of Sakurakoji and the Okura Family?! Are there any normal people left in their lives?!

This morning, he was heading to Fuchu City, where Shiina Mahiru lived, and he was still being driven by Yashiro Ichiyo.

The distance wasn't far; half an hour later, he arrived at Shiina Mahiru's apartment building.

He stared at the automatic glass door in front of him, momentarily embarrassed. He had wanted to surprise Shiina Mahiru, but she lived in a high-end apartment building, and without a key or facial recognition, he couldn't even get onto the first floor.

Just as he was about to give up and think about honestly contacting Shiina Mahiru, a resident walked over behind him, swiped his face on the access control, and the automatic door opened directly.

"..."

Sakurakoji Talent put down his phone and followed the other person inside.

The man turned and glanced at her twice, his expression somewhat surprised, whether from astonishment at her appearance or surprise at her sneaking in by rubbing her face against his.

Fortunately, perhaps because she didn't look like a bad person, he didn't say anything and turned back to walk towards the elevator.

Following the man into the empty elevator, she didn't explain herself when he looked at her; she simply bowed slightly, returned a polite smile, and then pressed the button for the 5th floor without hesitation.

Although this action was simple, it completely dispelled the other party's doubts. They thought it was an accident that she had followed them in, smiled kindly at her, and then pressed the button for the third floor.

A minute later, she walked out of the elevator alone.

I glanced at the number 501 as I passed by, then paused. If nothing unexpected happened, that person must have moved in by now, right?

However, after a brief moment of thought, she decided to ignore it.

Even if she did nothing, according to the original plan, the two wouldn't have any interaction until six months later. Now that I've intervened, even if it really is six months later... Shiina Mahiru wouldn't be foolish enough to stand in the rain any longer.

Our Mahiru is now a normal child who goes home when it rains...

Given their usual routines, they rarely have the chance to meet, so there's nothing to worry about.

Besides, I'm only the "older sister" now, so I don't need to care about these things at all.

She walked to the door of room 502, knocked, and rang the doorbell.

Twenty seconds passed, and there was still no sound from inside; no one responded.

However, she wasn't in a hurry. She pressed the doorbell again and took two steps back, exposing her upper body completely to the peephole.

As expected, ten seconds later, the door suddenly opened.

"Sister Ogura?!" Shiina Mahiru pushed open the door, looking at the person who came in with a surprised expression.

"Yes, it's me." Her lips twitched as she looked at the heavy door she had forcefully pushed open, thankful that she had stepped back.

"Why are you here? Ah, please come in!"

Unlike before Shiina Mahiru didn't wear her long, straight hair down today. Perhaps because she was at home, she wore her hair in a bun for convenience. She was dressed in a simple and casual home outfit, and she was warmly invited in front of her.

Image: "Home", Location: "Images/1758724512-100446961-113890640. jpg"

"I just realized it's been so long since I've seen you, so I thought I'd come and visit since I had some free time today. Sorry to bother you~"

"Here, a souvenir."

She handed her the desserts she had prepared in advance for the Underground Street; for her, these were the easiest and most convenient things to prepare.

"You don't need to be so polite."

"It's just a normal courtesy, don't worry about it."

She took off her mid-calf boots in the spotless entryway and answered casually.

"Please wear these!" Shiina Mahiru handed over a pair of cute pink indoor slippers.

"Thanks."

She glanced at it, then naturally took it, recalling that when she first came here, there wasn't even a pair of guest shoes.

Shiina Mahiru led the way, moving forward sideways, her gentle voice, though not loud, carried a hint of joy.

"But how did you get in? I thought you were a stranger; the ringing startled me."

"Well..." She explained the whole story to her.

"Oh, I see. Hehe!" Shiina Mahiru covered her mouth and chuckled, imagining her embarrassment at the time.

"Guomai, it's been so long since I've come to see you," Ogura Asahi said apologetically.

"It's okay, I'm fine on my own. Sister Ogura must be very busy, right?" Shiina Mahiru was very understanding and shook her head sensibly, without a trace of blame on her face.

"I am indeed very busy... but I'm still sorry."

"Mo! I told you it's nothing, come, please sit down."

She led Ogura Asahi to the sofa, then went to the kitchen counter to pour her some water.

"I'm sorry, Sister Ogura, we've run out of tea bags, we only have water now."

"Water is fine, no need to prepare anything else."

Shiina Mahiru placed a water glass in front of her, then took out some snacks she had been using to pass the time in her room during spring break, before sitting down beside her.

Ogura Asahi looked around. She wondered if it was just her imagination, but the place seemed to have changed slightly since her last visit. However, she couldn't quite put her finger on what had changed.

Several books were placed on the study desk, and the chair was pulled out at an angle, indicating that she had been reading there.

However, her gaze was soon drawn to something hanging on the wall.

"Haha, you hung this dress here?" She looked towards the spot directly opposite the bed, where a magnificent dress hung quietly on a hanger.

It was the graduation gift she had given her last time.

"Hmm." Shiina Mahiru lowered her head shyly.

She didn't dare say it was because she wanted to see it every day, so she couldn't bear to put it in the closet.

Whenever she sees this dress, a warm feeling wells up inside her, especially on nights after meeting unpleasant people; it is her only solace.

If she sleeps with it, it can keep her warm all night.

"Hmm~ But this looks too new, doesn't it? It doesn't look like it's ever been washed. Have you really worn it?" Ogura Asahi carefully examined the surface of the clothing and asked questioningly.

"... No."

Why? Don't you like it?

"That's not how it is!" Shiina Mahiru hurriedly denied, her expression somewhat agitated.

"What is that?"

"... Because this is a precious gift from my Sister Ogura, and I'm Kokoro I might accidentally get it dirty or damaged," she explained, blushing.

Volume 1: The Daily Life of Attracting Bees and Butterflies: Chapter 127 Cutting Apart Identity