Calling in Outside Help / Whoa, a Box!

Utaha's voice abruptly stopped.

Don't get me wrong, Fushimi Makoto didn't kiss her; he just covered her mouth.

Under Utaha's astonished gaze, Fushimi Makoto pointed to the left and mouthed. "There's someone next door."

He heard the sound of high heels from next door when he walked over.

This is a women's fitting room. If he dares to make a sound, the female customers next door might think he's a pervert.

Utaha understood.

So she smiled happily.

"You dare not make a sound, does that mean I can do whatever I want now?"

Utaha chuckled in a low voice, her lips parting slightly to reveal her pink little tongue.

For some reason, Fushimi Makoto felt that she was giving off a "devil's whisper" vibe at that moment.

Chapter 192 Seeking Off-Field Assistance

Utaha said she would do whatever she wanted, but she hadn't figured out exactly what she would do.

Kissing in the fitting room?

That's certainly possible, but that would be giving him direct benefits.

This is a rare opportunity to tease him.

Perhaps if I seize the opportunity, I can control the pace of the conversation from beginning to end.

She still remembered the time when Fushimi Makoto "killed" her.

The senior in black stockings holds grudges!

Just as Utaha was excitedly pondering how to begin, she saw Fushimi Makoto take out his phone, tap the screen a few times, and then hold the screen up to his own eyes.

The memo on my phone screen reads: You called me over just to sit around and do nothing?

Oh, you can't wait any longer?

Utaha smiled and raised her hand, drawing his attention to the two sets of underwear she was holding.

Fushimi Makoto continued typing: I saw it, and then what?

Utaha lowered her voice, her eyes seemingly possessing a natural allure. "Someone as lecherous as you must want to see me put it on, right?"

Fushimi Makoto typed: I want to watch, I love to watch, I want to watch more.

"As expected of you."

Utaha first offered a completely insincere compliment.

Then, she deliberately and slowly unbuttoned the first button of her shirt.

Ten seconds later, it was the second one.

She even looked up to Fushimi Makoto's expression.

However, Fushimi Makoto unmoved, appearing as if he were in deep meditation, seemingly completely unmoved.

Utaha was immediately annoyed. Why wasn't this guy giving her any reaction at all?

Then she saw Fushimi Makoto typing: Can you hurry up? I'm getting excited, I'm so anxious.

Utaha: "..."

She figured it out.

This guy may want to watch, but he won't give himself a chance to control the pace.

In other words, he wants to get it for free?

Dream on!

Utaha gave a cold laugh and stopped what she was doing.

Fushimi Makoto types: Why did you stop?

Utaha: "What do you think?"

Fushimi Makoto looked puzzled.

But the next second, he suddenly realized and typed: Got it.

What do you know?

Utaha crossed her arms, striking a pose as if watching a play.

Fushimi Makoto out and took her arm, letting it fall down.

Utaha did not resist, continuing to remain indifferent.

But she couldn't even maintain her indifference for two seconds.

Because some scoundrel just grabbed me!

He started unbuttoning his shirt while nodding to himself.

Utaha blushed slightly and grabbed his arm. "What are you doing?"

"Didn't you want me to help you?" Fushimi Makoto's voice was very soft.

When did I ask you to help me take off my clothes?

Just as Utaha was about to retaliate, she felt a tightening around her waist; someone's mysterious large hand had already wrapped around her.

Then, Fushimi Makoto pressed his forehead against her fair skin, admiring her beautiful face, which showed a hint of shyness and annoyance, and chuckled softly, "According to the rules of the card game, now that you've made your move, it's my turn."

I never intended to play turn-based games with you!

Utaha was embarrassed and annoyed, but then she saw Fushimi Makoto raise his phone again.

The sign above read, "Purple has a more charming feel."

Outside the fitting room.

Mrs. Mrs. Yukinoshita was chatting with Eriri Spencer Sawamura: "You don't need to be so reserved. Although Ms. Sawamura is a bit unreliable, she's right about something."

Is this melon with my mom in it?

Eriri Spencer Sawamura blinked, suppressing her excitement. "Which sentence?"

"She and I are actually quite young, and sometimes it's appropriate for us to interact with younger people."

"Oh, that's definitely something my mother would say."

"I wouldn't have done this before, but I finally have some free time today, so I'll just treat myself to relax a bit."

Mrs. Yukinoshita listened to Eriri Spencer Sawamura's voice, seemingly understanding but not quite.

All she knew was that the other person was extending goodwill towards her.

The reason for showing goodwill is probably because the other person and the mother are good friends.

"You look very young to begin with," Eriri Spencer Sawamura, unusually showing her high emotional intelligence.

Mrs. Yukinoshita smiled faintly, "Did Mrs. Sawamura teach you that phrase?"

"Not really, although Mom did tell me that sometimes, a compliment can bring people closer together." Eriri Spencer Sawamura blushed shyly.

This child is a bit reserved, but quite adorable.

Mrs. Yukinoshita was making her own assessment when she suddenly thought of Fushimi Makoto.

She instinctively looked back, but didn't see anyone where Fushimi Makoto had just been standing.

"What are you looking at?" Eriri Spencer Sawamura turned around as well.

Do you know where Makoto went?

"Huh? I didn't notice either. He was just there a moment ago."

Eriri Spencer Sawamura shook her little head, her golden ponytail swaying beautifully.

Mrs. Yukinoshita didn't think much of it. In her opinion, Fushimi Makoto probably found it boring here and went for a stroll nearby.

So she picked up a dress she liked and went to the fitting room.

Perhaps because it was peak time, all the fitting rooms were full.

Mrs. Yukinoshita had seen Utaha bring clothes earlier, so she went to the door of the fitting room and asked, "Kasumigaoka- san, have you finished changing?"

Inside the house.

Utaha, who had just changed into her purple Victory Suit, trembled and quickly grabbed Fushimi Makoto's mischievous hand, panting as she whispered, "It's Aunt Yukinoshita."

Fushimi Makoto freed one hand to type: Don't panic, just answer her normally.

Utaha rolled her eyes at him, annoyed, thinking to herself, "Is this guy addicted to me? Even now, he still can't bear to completely pull his hand away."

Thinking about it that way, she was quite proud.

After all, their own treasure is indeed very attractive.

The female classmates in my class have expressed their envy of me more than once.

"I'm not ready yet, I might have to wait a while longer," Utaha called out to the outside.

"Oh, then I'll wait for you at the door."

Upon hearing this, Utaha felt both nervous and puzzled, and couldn't help but ask, "Why didn't you go to another fitting room?"

"All the fitting rooms are currently full."

"I see. Then I'll try to be as fast as I can."

Utaha took a deep breath, and Fushimi Makoto had finally withdrawn his hand, she deliberately hummed, "Satisfied?"

Fushimi Makoto did not answer.

Actually, I'm not satisfied.

Because he was just having a blast.

You also need to control your emotions.

He hasn't considered activating Nino Divine Power in the shopping mall yet.

Even if I were to hold one, I would wait until there were no people I knew present.

Utaha didn't dare to speak loudly anymore. She simply picked up her phone and typed, Fushimi Makoto: "It seems Auntie isn't planning on leaving. Do you have any ideas?"

Fushimi Makoto: Yes.

Utaha's eyes lit up: What method?

Fushimi Makoto: Seeking off-field assistance.

Utaha: "?"

Fushimi Makoto didn't hold back. He clicked on Yukino's friend profile picture, edited a message, and sent it. "I'll probably be discussing the script with Aunt Yukinoshita tonight, so I probably won't have time to visit your place."

Utaha watched him finish doing all this, and her brows furrowed.

Will this work?

Meanwhile, on the other side...

Yukino was quite happy to receive the message from Fushimi Makoto.

She thought the other party had finally been defeated and would have no choice but to ask her for help.

But when she opened the chat window, she was stunned.

When did you say you'd come over for a visit...? No, that's not the point!

Yukino stared sharply at the calendar.

You actually spent Tanabata with my mother?

Chapter 193 I'm Super, Box!

At this moment, Yukino's biggest concern was no longer expecting Fushimi Makoto, but rather figuring out why he was with her mother.