The Look in Your Eyes
"Not fun."
"Let me put it another way: Apart from Eriri Spencer Sawamura being a bit dim-witted, the other two outside are elders who are too smart to be fooled. We're practically right under their noses right now... Hmm?"
Fushimi Makoto didn't finish his sentence, ending with an interjection.
Yukino understood perfectly.
You know what?
That was definitely a bit exciting.
It was different from the thrill of him dressing up as a catgirl.
It was a kind of stimulation that her mother, whom she had always looked up to, couldn't perceive.
They were right outside, yet they had no idea what they were doing there.
"Ultimately, this is just an excuse you use to cover up your frivolous nature."
Yukino exposed Fushimi Makoto without hesitation.
Apart from that, she made no other movements.
He didn't say anything more.
Her fair face was already flushed with embarrassment, and her beautiful eyes were filled with a captivating, watery light, as if she were waiting for something.
Charge!
Fushimi Makoto would not back down in the face of battle.
The hands around Yukino's waist immediately tightened, lifting the girl's soft body and squeezing her completely into his arms.
Yukino's heart pounded.
Not good!
He's definitely not satisfied with just kissing.
He wanted more!
Yukino, who always presented a cool and aloof demeanor, was now filled with a mixture of shame and anger, her eyes sparkling with a charm she had never shown before.
"Hmph, trying to escape?"
This was the sentence she heard before she was kissed.
As she shyly and angrily tried to close her eyes, Fushimi Makoto's voice rang out again.
"Don't close your eyes!"
Yukino's body trembled slightly as she slowly opened her watery eyes, her cheeks flushed like peach blossoms, her gaze captivating.
At that moment Fushimi Makoto recalled the comments he had seen online, "She looks so cold under the Yukinoshita, she doesn't have the vivacity and beauty of a teenage girl at all."
Of course you can't see her beauty.
Because she blossoms only for herself.
Fushimi Makoto's hand, which was resting on Yukino's waist, easily slipped under the hem of her blouse.
Yukino, unusually, didn't close her eyes.
That's why her hazy eyes were filled with a look of shame and anger, one after another, as if she wanted to devour Fushimi Makoto.
Even though she had already guessed that Fushimi Makoto wouldn't be satisfied with just kissing, now she couldn't escape even if she wanted to.
Most importantly, she herself never intended to run away.
Just then, there was a knock on the door behind them.
Yukino clearly wanted to say something, but Fushimi Makoto quickly said, "Never mind them, let's do our own thing."
Yukino: "?"
Outside the house.
Eriri Spencer Sawamura knocked on the kitchen door twice, but there was no sign of the door opening.
She fell into deep thought, "This should be my house, right? It's one thing for them not to open the door, but why didn't they even respond? Could it be because the range hood was too loud and they didn't hear it?"
Eriri Spencer Sawamura's not-so-bright little brain conjured up a picture of Fushimi Makoto and Yukino busily working in the kitchen.
Chapter 260 Eyes
After a delicious and rather lavish dinner was served, Sawamura Sayuri gained a new understanding of Fushimi Makoto —he was an excellent cook.
The reason she only thought of Fushimi Makoto was because Yukino had said before the meal, "I'm just an assistant; Fushimi is the head chef."
With delicious food, her best friend by her side, and a junior she greatly admires in company, Sawamura Sayuri was very lively during dinner.
Fushimi Makoto was a good match for her, and everyone enjoyed a pleasant dinner.
After the meal, Eriri Spencer Sawamura came to Fushimi Makoto's side, blinked her bright eyes, and asked, "I have something to tell you."
"Should we say this here, or do we need to go somewhere else?" Fushimi Makoto asked specifically.
Because Yukino was right next to him.
Eriri Spencer Sawamura hesitated for half a second. "No need to change locations, it's not like it's anything shameful, we can just say it here."
Hearing her say that, Yukino finally looked at her with concern.
Eriri Spencer Sawamura looked puzzled and asked, "I actually wanted to talk to you earlier, but when I went to the kitchen to knock on the door, I found that the bedroom door was locked from the inside."
Yukino's gaze sharpened for a moment, then quickly returned to normal.
Fushimi Makoto remained remarkably calm. "Because the kitchen was smoky, I was worried you might suddenly barge in, so I locked the door beforehand."
Eriri Spencer Sawamura asked, puzzled, "Why should we worry about someone breaking in?"
Fushimi Makoto asked, "What did you think of dinner?"
"Delicious... so delicious." Eriri Spencer Sawamura's face flushed slightly; she had eaten her fill today, and her belly was still round and full.
"To be honest, I've put in a lot of hard work in my culinary skills, which is why my skills have continuously improved. There's a saying: for a chef, the kitchen is his battlefield, and in this serious battlefield, no one is allowed to enter or leave at will."
Fushimi Makoto said this with great seriousness.
As expected, Eriri Spencer Sawamura believed it.
Because this delicious dinner is proof.
A look of adoration even appeared in the blonde girl's eyes.
Yukino saw all of this and thought to herself that this bastard was talking nonsense again.
Despite her complaints, she sometimes admired Fushimi Makoto's abilities.
They have an exceptional ability to adapt to changing circumstances; they can spout lies without even thinking.
Yukino knew she couldn't do that.
"No wonder your cooking skills are so good; it turns out you have your own rules when you cook..."
Eriri Spencer Sawamura spoke with obvious admiration, then murmured softly, "I thought you were doing something else in the kitchen, which is why I locked the door. I was rude."
Yukino blushed and immediately turned her face to the other side.
In matters like this, she truly couldn't remain unchanged, nor could she face Eriri Spencer Sawamura with a natural demeanor.
Who told that guy to not only kiss her so forcefully, making her dizzy, but also to put his hand inside her clothes?
Although she knew that her body was extremely attractive to Fushimi Makoto, this guy was really going too far!
Especially after they'd finished kissing, facing Yukino's reproachful eyes, Fushimi Makoto could still say with a straight face, "My hand is on Auto-Targeting, I'm so sorry."
Is this human language?
However, after so much time has passed, Yukino is even more convinced of what she told Utaha back then: size doesn't matter, because it's just fat.
Fushimi Makoto's performance confirmed her suspicions.
Of course, she didn't know that Fushimi Makoto cherished the child so much because he wanted to raise it himself.
If she knew about this, she probably wouldn't just condemn Fushimi Makoto with her eyes, but would directly stage a "Yukinoshita Aikido" scene.
After Eriri Spencer Sawamura, she stopped hiding it and, blushing, shyly revealed her true feelings.
In summary, she felt that she could only do odd jobs on the set, had no presence, and might even be a burden.
Yukino, listening nearby, frowned and asked, "Why would you have such a thought?"
Eriri Spencer Sawamura remained awkwardly silent.
Yukino looked at her again. "At least in my eyes, you are definitely doing things, and you're doing them quite well."
Eriri Spencer Sawamura was about to say something Fushimi Makoto spoke first, "I heard Aunt Sawamura say that you seem to be very good at drawing?"
"Huh?"
Eriri Spencer Sawamura froze.
Her face was already red, but after hearing Fushimi Makoto's question, even the skin on her neck blushed with shyness.
Clearly, she thought some of her hobbies had been exposed.
Fushimi Makoto noticed her change in mood and pretended not to notice, saying, "Since you're good at drawing, you'll definitely be able to help everyone a lot in the future."
Eriri Spencer Sawamura breathed a sigh of relief.
I was overthinking it; he had no idea about my little hobby.
That's right. No matter how much Mom admires him, she would never tell anyone about those things.
Thinking about it this way, Eriri Spencer Sawamura's eyes lit up with anticipation. "For example?"
"Storyboarding," Yukino provided the answer.
Fushimi Makoto nodded. "That's right."
"Scene breakdown? I think I can do that..." Eriri Spencer Sawamura said hesitantly.
Yukino glanced at the calm- Fushimi Makoto, thinking to herself that he should have thought of this a long time ago.
Since she and Eriri Spencer Sawamura got along well, she decided to give them a push. "Fushimi is very professional in this area, so you can ask him for advice without hesitation."
Eriri Spencer Sawamura was pleasantly surprised. "Is that okay?"
"Of course." Fushimi Makoto smiled.
He then gave Yukino a look that seemed to say: You're actually encouraging me to interact more with girls?
Yukino ignored her.
In fact, Yukino could never encourage such a thing.
But Eriri Spencer Sawamura an exception.
Because Yukino could see very clearly that Eriri Spencer Sawamura was a kind girl who was a little slow-witted.
If the other party has an idea, it will definitely show on their face and quickly reveal their weakness.
A girl of that caliber doesn't even possess the qualities that would make Yukino wary.
Moreover...
"Both are blonde beauties, Miura Yumiko has already made her move before Sawamura."
Yukino thought to herself.
Yukino had been watching Yumiko's furtive behavior on set these past few days.
For some reason, Yukino always felt that Yumiko's feelings for Fushimi Makoto didn't seem like romantic love.
It's more like... the feeling of subordinates obeying superiors?
Due to a lack of evidence and the somewhat absurdity of the conjecture, Yukino refrained from drawing any conclusions on her own.
Under Eriri Spencer Sawamura's expectant gaze, Fushimi Makoto began to explain things to her, while Yukino listened attentively from the side.
This scene was witnessed by two beautiful women not far away, and smiles appeared on their faces as well.
The younger generation gets along so well, which is something they are happy to see.