Suzune the Housewife

"How mean you are, brother." Ruffling her long hair that fell to her shoulder, Horikita Suzune continued, "But I forgive you, brother, because maybe now I've come to like long hair too."

After she finished speaking, her gaze involuntarily drifted to Aoyama, who was watching them from a distance.

And this gaze was naturally caught by Horikita Manabu.

"..."

You bastard, Aoyama Shiki, I told you not to come!

During a private chat at a recent celebration banquet, Horikita Manabu felt an urge to hit Aoyama, which was naturally hinted at by Aoyama, as Horikita Suzune knew that Aoyama liked long hair.

He is truly not a proper son.

"Actually, I'm not satisfied with my unapproachable image, but people can't be changed overnight."

"This is the absolute truth, so you don't need to fantasize about what my purpose is in lying."

Suppressing the urge to beat up Aoyama, Horikita Manabu placed his hand on the back of his younger sister's head.

"You don't need to become anyone else, you just need to be yourself."

"Two years from now, I'll be waiting for you outside the school. -Suzune."

Upon hearing the final farewell words, Horikita Suzune released her grip on Horikita Manabu's sleeve, her gaze fixed on her brother, whose gentle yet earnest expression conveyed his thoughts.

"Can we find a secluded spot, brother?"

Horikita Suzune's tone was somewhat assertive.

"Can."

Turn around.

After disappearing with Horikita Suzune for quite some time, Horikita Manabu reappeared alone in front of Aoyama.

"I wonder if my senior is planning to kick me in the back?"

As he spoke, Aoyama turned around, making himself face away from Horikita Manabu.

"Incorrect answer."

He felt fingers pressing against his back, and as Horikita Manabu's voice rang out, he received a short punch.

In terms of strength, Aoyama was certain that Horikita Manabu's abilities were not just hype; he was a level above Kanzaki and the others.

"Satisfied, senior?"

After waiting a while without being hit a second time, Aoyama turned around again.

"What do you think?" Recalling the feeling of hitting Aoyama just now, Horikita Manabu gained a new understanding of Aoyama's monstrous physical attributes.

Should we repeat the farewell process?

What do you think?

Resuming his standing position, Horikita Manabu, carrying a simple backpack, walked over Aoyama toward the school gate.

"Suzune is very sad right now."

"I'm counting on you."

Leaving behind his last two sentences, Horikita Manabu's figure disappeared at the school gate.

"Understood, Chairman."

Speaking softly, Aoyama then declined Kamuro's suggestion to return with the others.

After checking Horikita Suzune's phone location on his phone, he leisurely left the now empty school gate.

Chapter 307 The Housewife with Suzune

Although the school has been established for a long time, Kouiku School still has many unreasonable loopholes.

A rectification order needs to be issued next year.

Holding the newly issued room key that didn't belong to his own room, Aoyama took the elevator up to the upper floor of the girls' dormitory.

After a beep, he opened Horikita Suzune's dormitory door.

"Who?!!"

As Aoyama closed the door and stepped into the entryway, Horikita Suzune's surprised voice immediately came from inside the room.

It's me.

"Aoyama?!" Horikita Suzune's voice was tinged with panic.

"That's right, your brother asked me to come see you. He said you're very sad right now."

Aoyama entered the room, Horikita Suzune appeared before him, looking somewhat hesitant.

Her usually sharp and imposing gaze had softened, and the slightly reddened corners of her eyes suggested that Horikita Suzune must have cried a lot not long ago.

I should have secretly followed them back then.

Aoyama thought with a touch of regret that Horikita Suzune's crying expression must have been incredibly delicious.

"How did you get in? I remember closing the door."

She didn't want Aoyama to see her like this, and she wanted Aoyama to stay and comfort her.

After the two ideas clashed, a bewildered Horikita Suzune blurted out a question.

"I bought it from the dorm manager, and it was quite cheap."

"Can this be sold?"

Aoyama's words stumped Horikita Suzune; it was a room key for a girl's room!

If some audacious madman were to appear, it could cause a major incident.

"Normally, it shouldn't be possible, but obviously the school didn't notice that." Aoyama tossed the freshly issued room key onto the table, not intending to keep it.

He wouldn't have conducted this experiment if he hadn't thought Horikita Suzune wouldn't open the door.

"Alright, let's not worry about this little thing. Let me fulfill my promise to my senior first."

"I really miss Suzune's massages, doesn't Suzune miss mine too?"

He leaned forward and Aoyama Horikita Suzune, who wasn't putting up much resistance, down onto the bed.

With practiced ease, he began pressing on his shoulder blades.

"What kind of comforting method is this?" Horikita Suzune muttered to herself, clutching a pillow in her hands. No longer having to be seen as a good-for-nothing, her tense emotions gradually relaxed.

"Does Suzune want a hug? If so, take a breath."

"Don't talk to me like that! I don't want you to hug me."

"Someone once said that the warmth of the human body is by no means a bad thing."

With his palm flat against Horikita Suzune's back, Aoyama began to massage her somewhat stiff body.

"That person wouldn't be you, would it?"

"No, that's not it." Aoyama smiled. "It's Arisu said. She always likes to be held and enjoys the warmth between people."

Karuizawa also enjoys being hugged, but Sakayanagi is the one who feels most secure when being hugged.

She liked to cling to him after almost every class.

"... Then don't move."

Horikita Suzune remained silent for a while, and just when Aoyama thought the topic was over, she suddenly sat up.

With her eyes still slightly red and swollen, the girl straddled the boy, her arms wrapped around his back under his armpits, and her head buried in his shoulder.

Are you feeling lonely?

Aoyama opened his mouth in surprise, but then remained silent, letting Horikita Suzune hug him.

Compared to Sakayanagi, whom he held in his arms yesterday, Horikita Suzune's body temperature was slightly higher, and of course, their weights were not comparable.

"It's nothing serious."

After a long while, Horikita Suzune broke free from Aoyama's arms around her waist and calmly walked away from him.

Half an hour had passed since she sat on Aoyama's lap.

"Use and then throw away, that's a bit much, Suzune." With a helpless smile, Aoyama sat up from the edge of the bed and stretched.

What do you want to eat for lunch?

Walking up to the refrigerator, Horikita Suzune opened the lid to check what food was inside.

In return, she planned to treat Aoyama to lunch.

Tempura, beef stew with potatoes, and fried pork cutlet.

"Couldn't you have been a little more polite and just said 'do as you please'?"

Horikita Suzune glanced at the person who was pushing their luck; none of the three dishes were easy to make.

"Suzune and I are like family, no need to be so polite. As for the ingredients, just arrange for someone to run an errand."

"Degeneration."

"That's called knowing how to enjoy life; it's something a hardworking Student Council President deserves."

"At the celebration banquet a few days ago, I found out who was reported for slacking off."

With a slightly mocking smile, Horikita Suzune closed the refrigerator door, put on her coat, and prepared to go shopping.

"Then I'll wait for you at home." Aoyama skillfully lay down on the bed he hadn't slept on in a long time and waved to Horikita Suzune.

Not long after summer vacation ended, he hadn't slept in Horikita Suzune's bed for a long time.

"What do you mean by waiting for me at home...?"

Muttering to herself, Horikita Suzune left the room, a little excited.

She felt the loneliness she felt after being separated from her brother gradually being filled.

When she went to the supermarket, she unusually bought some relatively expensive meat, and also bought Aoyama's favorite drink.

I need to be more frugal next month.

Carrying a rather heavy load of groceries, Horikita Suzune used her fingers to take out the room key and open the door.

"I'm back."

After discovering that Aoyama's shoes were still there, Horikita, while taking them off, inexplicably called out into the room.

After she shouted, a feeling of shyness welled up inside her.

Welcome back.

A gentle response from Aoyama soon echoed from the room.

"You should help too, it's not like I'm the only one eating."

Feeling a surge of pleasure, Horikita entered the room, but upon seeing Aoyama lying on the bed, she curled her lip.

Aoyama, who was playing on his phone under her blanket, looked quite relaxed and content, which annoyed Aoyama, so she decided not to do it herself anymore.

"Yes, yes, it's Mrs. Suzune, who came back from a hard day's grocery shopping only to find her husband doing nothing."

"Who's the housewife? Don't talk nonsense."

In an instant, Horikita's delicate face flushed red, and she raised the hand holding the ingredients high.

"I was wrong, I was wrong! Don't waste food, the farmers will cry!"

With his hands raised, Aoyama made a gesture of surrender.

"If you keep talking nonsense, you won't get to eat."

"Yes, yes, we listen to the Suzune."

Humbled, Aoyama followed Horikita into the kitchen to do odd jobs, like a submissive husband.

Amidst the rhythmic clatter of chopping vegetables, the two worked in perfect unison, a silent yet harmonious exchange.

Before long, all the dishes were finished except for the beef, which was still simmering.