"That's certainly possible." Amamiya Natsuki looked at Sayu. "So, do you still want to paste the skill?"
Sayu bit her lower lip and turned to look away.
"If Master likes it... then I want to."
Amamiya Natsuki pulled Sayu onto his lap and said, "Forget about whether I like it. What matters is whether you like it."
"Uhh..."
Sayu's pretty face flushed red, and she couldn't help puffing out her cheeks.
"Master, you're so mean!"
Amamiya Natsuki kept teasing the girl's sense of shame. "So, are you going to do it or not?"
Sayu mumbled hesitantly, "Th-then... let's paste it."
"..."
Elsewhere.
"Big sis, let me dry your hair."
Fujiwara Moeha picked up the hair dryer and waved her over.
"Oh..."
Fujiwara Chika sat down, distractedly letting Moeha dry her hair.
After drying their hair, the sisters cleaned up the strands in the washbasin. Girls were just like cats and dogs: they shed a lot of hair every day.
"It's already half past ten." Fujiwara Moeha yawned and rubbed her eyes. "Big sis, should we go to senpai's place today and play Mahjong with Miss Sadako?"
Fujiwara Chika quickly shook her head.
"We can't go."
"Huh? Why not?"
"The student council president trained hard all day, and he has to keep training tomorrow. Let's let him get a good night's rest."
Letting him rest was only one reason.
What if they ran into Sayu-chan if they went over now?
That would be super awkward.
"Okay, then." Fujiwara Moeha covered her mouth with a hand and yawned again. "Should we go to bed, big sis?"
"Sure..."
Fujiwara Chika agreed, and she and Moeha climbed into bed.
The bed in the room was spacious and quite soft, so there was plenty of room for two people.
Normally, Fujiwara Chika, who was always