Self-Heating

As Fushimi Makoto's voice rang out, Sawamura Sayuri was gently placed on the ground.

Sawamura Sayuri quickly reached out to hold onto the wall, and to avoid embarrassment, she quickly looked down and reached into her handbag to look for her keys.

At the same time, she said, "Come in and sit down too."

"Sit down?" Fushimi Makoto, who was about to leave, stopped in his tracks.

"Hmm, if I let you leave like this, it wouldn't be in line with our family's way of treating guests." Sawamura Sayuri concealed the alluring glint in her eyes.

Actually, her invitation to Fushimi Makoto to come in and sit for a while wasn't just for that reason.

She would prefer someone to chat with her, even if it's just about trivial things, to help distract her.

Perhaps she could completely dispel that strange, restless feeling in her heart.

Of course, this was just her own opinion.

Fushimi Makoto accurately discerned these thoughts from the effects of the new badge.

He really wanted to say: Auntie, you're so naive.

No one can resist the effect of the badge, let alone withstand it by trying to distract themselves.

This is unrealistic.

Stimulated by the [Fantasy Badge], women only become more impulsive over time.

Men, on the other hand, are single-mindedly pursuing the Tao.

Given that this was Time Loop, Fushimi Makoto did not refuse Sawamura Sayuri's invitation.

The way she walks while holding onto the wall is quite funny.

Especially when she pretended nothing had happened, her face was burning red, her eyes were watery, and her legs felt weak.

All of this contrasted sharply with her usual image.

There's a charming contrast to it.

If Mrs. Yukinoshita was affected by the [Recall Badge], she definitely wouldn't try to distract herself.

Because she had a cold face, putting on a very serious expression, and then went into the bathroom to pick up her Purple Mood...

"Makoto, help me up."

Sawamura Sayuri took a few steps, supporting herself against the wall. After finally changing her shoes, she couldn't help but speak.

It was obvious that she was nearing her limit; even walking normally was becoming a problem.

Fushimi Makoto said that my support would only enhance the badge's effect.

But Sawamura Sayuri looked at him expectantly, with an expression that said, "I need teammates," and he finally suppressed a laugh and reached out to help her up.

Under the lamplight, their shadows instantly overlapped.

Her outfit today was consistent with her usual style, both in makeup and clothing, exuding a beauty and vitality beyond her years. The well-fitting long dress gave her an intellectual and mature beauty, and the dark color of the dress perfectly concealed the flaw of her flat chest. The floral belt tied around her waist accentuated her slender waist, as if it were a dividing line that encapsulated her beauty.

The lights were bright, not dim, but when they shone on her face, her silhouette appeared blurry.

With Fushimi Makoto's support, Sawamura Sayuri felt her legs becoming increasingly weak. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and saw that he looked calm, as if he knew nothing, which made her feel a little more at ease.

Although he carried me on his shoulders without saying a word, which seemed a bit flamboyant and abrupt, at least he's still reliable.

No wonder Eriri Spencer Sawamura mentions him almost every few days.

While thinking to herself, Sawamura Sayuri simply let down her guard and allowed Fushimi Makoto to help her into the house and sit down.

In her current state, she was naturally unable to Fushimi Makoto, so she pretended to have forgotten about it and took the initiative to ask, "Why were those policemen chasing you just now?"

"I had a fight with some thugs before, and since they couldn't beat me, they probably called the police." Fushimi Makoto's words were half true and half false.

"You got into a fight? Are you hurt?" Sawamura Sayuri asked with concern.

But when she Fushimi Makoto's gaze, the tears in her eyes inexplicably trembled, and she quickly looked away.

"Thank you for your concern, I'm fine." Fushimi Makoto didn't expose her embarrassment, and said with a smile, "If I were injured, I wouldn't have joked with you just now."

"You dare bring it up again?"

Sawamura Sayuri gave him a reproachful glare, her tone light and girlish. "You're so bold, daring to do something like this."

"Didn't you always tell me to call you 'older sister'? So it's normal for siblings to joke around and play around." Fushimi Makoto was prepared.

"You're making excuses~" Sawamura Sayuri couldn't help but laugh.

Recalling the absurd scene that had just occurred, she found it quite amusing.

She had never done anything like this before, and no junior had ever dared to carry her away.

"Since it's such a small matter, you should have explained it to the police instead of running away in the street," Sawamura Sayuri, still thinking of him.

"You're right, I forgot just now too." Fushimi Makoto sighed, feigning nonchalance.

Sawamura Sayuri smiled, about to tease him a bit, when suddenly her expression froze. "Wait, where's my daughter? Where did my daughter go?"

Fushimi Makoto: "You're only just realizing she's not here?"

Sawamura Sayuri: "..."

Oh no, I forgot about Eriri Spencer Sawamura!

Chapter 225 Self-Heating (Bonus Chapter 2)

"I called Eriri Spencer Sawamura, she's fine, and she even ran into Yukinoshita."

When Sawamura Sayuri returned from the balcony, the charming blush on her face became even more pronounced.

Even though she was trying very hard to find topics to talk about and try to distract herself.

However, even now, she can still feel that burning emotion within her has not subsided.

It's even showing signs of escalating!

So she had just said she was going to call Eriri Spencer Sawamura to check on things, but then she worried that her daughter would sense her emotional state, so she changed her mind and communicated with her daughter via text message.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura replied, "[I'll be home soon, Mom. Why are you going back too? Isn't Fushimi with you?]"

"I also received a message from her," Fushimi Makoto said, holding up his phone.

He was so busy "running away" that he didn't have time to check the news.

While Sawamura Sayuri was on the balcony, he replied to all the messages he hadn't seen.

Whether it was Ichika, Nino, or Yukino, he persuaded them all to go back.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura sent a few more messages.

Her main concern was why Fushimi Makoto was being chased by the police.

Fushimi Makoto only gave a brief explanation.

"She was probably scared by you just now." Sawamura Sayuri couldn't help but smile as she recalled the scene. "You're really something. I just wanted you to call me 'older sister,' and you actually picked me up."

"We just discussed this issue. Anyway, you were just joking, so you can't be the only one allowed to joke around while I can't retaliate, right?" Fushimi Makoto teased.

Is Makoto implying that I'm petty?

"I didn't mean anything by that."

"Yeah?"

While chatting idly, Sawamura Sayuri's slender fingers secretly pressed against her thigh.

She discovered that distracting herself was completely ineffective!

This is bad news.

As things have progressed, it was she who took the initiative to invite Fushimi Makoto her home, and it was she who kept finding topics to talk about.

She felt too embarrassed to ask him to leave at this point.

That would not only make her seem very rude, but it could also expose her secret.

Sawamura Sayuri was silent for a moment, then cleverly covered her forehead, feigning sleepiness. "Sorry, Makoto, I'll lie down for a bit, and I'll chat with you later."

As she spoke, she took off her shoes, revealing her delicate and pretty little feet. Thin, flesh-colored stockings were stretched taut, and the smooth, jade-like skin on her insteps appeared under the light. Her fair and petite toes were neatly arranged like a pearl necklace.

As she lay down on the double sofa, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn't want to kick him out right away, so she chose a tactful approach: let Fushimi Makoto see that she was tired, and then he would take his leave on his own.

She was secretly relieved that her mind hadn't gone sluggish yet, and she tried her best to suppress the unusually active and agitated emotions.

To be honest, she's really struggling to hold it in right now.

Fushimi Makoto witnessed this scene and found it quite amusing.

She clearly couldn't hold it in any longer.

She could have just gone to the bathroom.

That way, I can take the opportunity to say goodbye.

But she seemed to be blinded by her emotions, causing her to be slow to think and failing to come up with this good idea, instead choosing a poor solution.

Now that he's in Time Loop, Fushimi Makoto has no intention of leaving obediently.

This way, he can also observe and see how long Sawamura Sayuri can endure it.

Or, to put it another way, is it whether the effect of the [Fantasy Badge] can be blocked by willpower?

Time ticked by, and Sawamura Sayuri pretended to rest and closed her eyes, but in reality, she secretly pricked up her ears, waiting for Fushimi Makoto's side.

Why hasn't he said goodbye yet?

Was it because my hints weren't clear enough?

Sawamura Sayuri cautiously opened her eyes, trying to peek at Fushimi Makoto's expression.

As soon as she opened her eyes, her gaze fell on Fushimi Makoto, and their eyes "coincidentally" met.

Sawamura Sayuri was instantly embarrassed.

"You've rested enough?" Fushimi Makoto shamelessly pretended to be oblivious.

"I... I haven't, it's just that you've been quiet for a while, and I felt a little strange." Even a smart woman like Sawamura Sayuri was stammering at this moment.

Clearly, the feeling was getting more and more intense, and she gradually began to lose her ability to think clearly.

So cute!

Fushimi Makoto picked up his phone, seemingly talking to himself. "I just realized that everything, whether it was me helping someone during the day or me jogging with the police at night, was filmed by passersby and uploaded online."

You call that running exercise?

Sawamura Sayuri smiled irritably, about to say something, when she suddenly noticed the key phrase. "What do you mean you casually saved someone during the day?"

"Would you like to see it? Someone filmed it," Fushimi Makoto asked.

"Um."

Having received a reply from Sawamura Sayuri, Fushimi Makoto and went over to her.

It was precisely because of his actions that Sawamura Sayuri's already flushed face became flustered at this moment.

How did he get here?

This distance is too close.

No, it's because my mind is in turmoil right now. The distance is exactly the same as usual; he wasn't getting too close.

Sawamura Sayuri was inwardly panicking, but Fushimi Makoto had already come over and had agreed to watch the video himself, she had no choice but to force herself to get up.

As she took the phone from Fushimi Makoto's hand, feeling his warm breath on her, her eyelashes trembled slightly.

"This video is really clear..."

She didn't even watch the video, just glanced at it briefly, and then made her comments while pretending to be calm.

Is it still going on?

Fushimi Makoto suppressed a laugh, moved closer, and pointed to the phone screen. "Look here, isn't there a student wearing our school uniform? I bet this video was filmed by someone from our school."

"Hmm... you're right."

Sawamura Sayuri's eyes were also trembling.