That Wave Doesn't Mean "Sorry"-It Means "Keep Practicing, Sis"

"Want to practice yoga with me later?" Sawamura Sayuri suggested, twisting her slender waist to indicate that she was good at maintaining her figure.

Mrs. Yukinoshita did not refuse. "Sure, I'll have my secretary bring my yoga clothes over."

She couldn't possibly borrow clothes from Sawamura Sayuri. Putting aside whether she would even want to wear someone else's clothes, the other woman's flat chest and petite figure would completely not fit her size.

Yes, Sawamura Sayuri, like Yukino, has a flat chest...

Thirty minutes later, Fushimi Makoto ended his science popularization session.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura had a look of lingering satisfaction on her face, her brows furrowed with delight at having gained so much.

After they finished talking, Sawamura Sayuri no longer needed to worry about disturbing everyone. She first called Mrs. Yukinoshita into the house to change her clothes.

A moment later, two beautiful women dressed in yoga attire came out.

The living room was spacious enough, Sawamura Sayuri usually practiced yoga here, so she hadn't considered changing locations at the last minute.

Moreover, in her eyes, there are no "outsiders" in the family now.

Even with Fushimi Makoto, the only man she knew, she simply felt he was a young man worth holding onto for her daughter.

This "grasping the key" doesn't mean getting them into a romantic relationship, but rather that they become good friends, thus laying a solid foundation of connections for the daughter's future.

Sawamura Sayuri is so natural and relaxed, Mrs. Yukinoshita couldn't do.

After she changed her clothes, she noticed that someone was looking at her more than once.

You better watch your eyes!

She gave him a subtle glare.

His eyes were full of authority.

Fushimi Makoto chuckled.

He was originally facing that sideways.

After seeing that warning look, he slowly adjusted his direction.

So he ended up facing the screen playing the yoga program.

The figures of those two also came into view.

I want to do more than just watch.

We must watch it openly and honestly.

One curve is full and rounded, the other is delicate and graceful.

Great deal!

Um?

What is that?

Fushimi Makoto quickly averted his gaze from Sawamura Sayuri.

He pretended to be drinking tea while looking down at his phone. In the group chat, Hayato Hayama sent a meme of a camel eating a cactus.

Fushimi Makoto silently thought to himself: What a coincidence, I just saw a camel too.

Chapter 261 Waving goodbye isn't an apology, it's just that you still need to practice, little sister.

Yoga clothing is a magical thing. If a woman wearing it has an average figure and has excess fat on her thighs, arms, and waist, then these flaws will be magnified infinitely by the clothing.

But if a woman with a great figure wears yoga clothes, the scene immediately changes.

Yoga outfits typically feature relatively fitted tops and mostly casual pants, but despite their casual style, the curves they accentuate are undeniable.

Yoga clothes, in particular, are close-fitting garments, and women typically only wear them when practicing yoga at home.

For example, those two beautiful figures in the living room right now.

Fushimi Makoto could sense that Sawamura Sayuri was too relaxed, even to the point of being completely unguarded.

Therefore, yoga clothes became her only underwear.

This put Fushimi Makoto in a difficult position.

His act of bowing his head to drink tea was a lie.

What he really wanted to hide was the surprise in his eyes, and how he used it to control his emotions.

As for tactical concealment of ballistics?

We haven't reached that stage yet.

Compared to Sawamura Sayuri's complete relaxation, Mrs. Yukinoshita was much more serious.

She didn't follow the yoga instructions on the screen.

On the surface, she was observing Sawamura Sayuri's practice rhythm, but in reality, she was using her peripheral vision to warn Fushimi Makoto to look away.

But Fushimi Makoto acted as if he hadn't seen it; after turning his body around, he had no intention of turning back.

Soon after, Yukino and Eriri Spencer Sawamura finished their conversation. They turned around and saw the two elders and the yoga program on the screen, but they didn't pay much attention to it at first.

Until they discovered the position and angle at Fushimi Makoto was sitting.

The two beautiful girls' eyes changed.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura thought it was simpler; she was upset that Fushimi Makoto wasn't looking at her.

Yukino's gaze was sharp; she was eager to know what Fushimi Makoto was thinking at that moment.

A minute passed, Fushimi Makoto still hadn't looked away.

Just as Yukino couldn't help but speak, Fushimi Makoto's voice rang out first. "Aunt Sawamura, there are many things about your movements that need to be corrected."

"Huh?"

Everyone present was stunned for a moment.

Fushimi Makoto seemed oblivious. He put down his teacup, stood up, and without going over, simply stood there, resting his chin on his hand and pondering, "From what I've observed, at least four of your poses are not standard. Since this is yoga practice, I think you should be more attentive."

"Makoto, you know about this?" Sawamura Sayuri looked up in surprise.

She hadn't really been paying attention, because her best friend had been standing there the whole time, not practicing with her, which made her keep feeling uneasy.

Therefore, her movements were not up to standard.

"I've studied it a little before." Fushimi Makoto's answer made Yukino cover her forehead.

This is that same old, generic answer again.

Yukino straightened her back; she wanted to continue listening.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura's expression was similar to her mother's, with surprise showing on her little face.

A hint of suspicion flashed in Mrs. Yukinoshita's eyes, but she remained standing still, maintaining her elegant posture.

Under the watchful eyes of several people, Fushimi Makoto showed no sign of nervousness. He even bent down and said casually, "You might doubt me if I just talk about it, so let me demonstrate for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he decisively stepped onto the cold floor, perfectly replicating Sawamura Sayuri's movements thanks to his excellent memory.

He didn't miss a single movement, and all of them were perfect.

He seemed more professional than the female coach on screen.

Sawamura Sayuri's eyes lit up. "Makoto, are you serious?"

She thought Fushimi Makoto was just talking, but she didn't expect him to actually be a professional.

"I've said it before, I did some research on it for a while." Fushimi Makoto calmly stood up.

"Thanks for reminding me~ I was indeed daydreaming just now, but don't underestimate me because of that, I'm a professional when it comes to yoga."

Listening to Fushimi Makoto and Sawamura Sayuri's relaxed conversation, Yukino and the others' emotions changed again.

"So that's why Fushimi was staring at me all this time?" Eriri Spencer Sawamura's tone was filled with undisguised admiration as she murmured, "How does he know everything?"

Yukino remained silent, Fushimi Makoto's memory.

Although she didn't see Sawamura Sayuri complete the yoga poses, her reaction proved that Fushimi Makoto had indeed replicated all the movements.

Mrs. Yukinoshita remained silent.

Because she saw Fushimi Makoto get up and wave his hand seemingly casually.

The direction of the wave was exactly in their own direction.

Combined with Fushimi Makoto correcting Sawamura Sayuri's mistake and his demonstration of a more standard set of movements.

Mrs. Yukinoshita naturally assumed that her eye contact had worked, so she waved her hand to tell herself: Sorry, I won't watch anymore.

She nodded in satisfaction.

However, she didn't know that Fushimi Makoto's gesture meant: waving wasn't an apology, it meant, "Little sister, you still need to practice."

You think you can scare me away with just a glance?

I'd seen that look in my eyes countless times that night!

So, once Mrs. Yukinoshita felt at ease and joined the yoga practice, she once again keenly noticed someone's gaze.

What does this mean?

Didn't he wave goodbye to me as an apology?

The only sound in the living room now was the yoga lesson. Eriri Spencer Sawamura, feeling bored, went to chat with Yukino on the balcony.

She had originally intended to invite Fushimi Makoto along, but the professional attitude he had just displayed made her feel as if he could completely overwhelm her.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura's sensitive heart faltered slightly, and she decided to pull Yukino, with whom she had a good relationship, away from the scene.

She didn't realize that in this atmosphere, she actually had countless excuses to call Fushimi Makoto away.

That would not only increase the time the two of them spend together, but also allow them to get to know each other better.

If it were Nakano Ichika or Utaha, they would definitely seize this opportunity.

But Eriri Spencer Sawamura is different.

She chose to sprint in the opposite direction.

At the perfect moment to call Fushimi Makoto, she dragged Yukino away...

Fushimi Makoto watched a yoga program in the living room for a while, and as he watched, he noticed that a certain aunt seemed unable to maintain her composure.

Or perhaps, she couldn't withstand the torture of just his gaze.

Fushimi Makoto suppressed a laugh, looked away, and picked up his phone to chat with his friends.

When his gaze shifted away, Mrs. Mrs. Yukinoshita, who had been tense, immediately relaxed.

Only when she relaxed did she realize that her calves were trembling.

It was similar to the situation I experienced after my three battles that night.

Knowing that her best friend Sawamura Sayuri was very perceptive, she quickly stood up and said, "I'm going to the restroom," to avoid giving herself away.

Okay~

Fushimi Makoto seemed oblivious.

He only glanced up briefly after the bathroom door was closed.

Locking yourself in a confined space is tantamount to providing someone with the perfect torture chamber.

Fushimi Makoto held his phone, having made up his mind.

A few minutes later, Yukino suddenly came over. She wanted to talk to Fushimi Makoto about the storyboard, which Eriri Spencer Sawamura also happened to be interested in.

Fushimi Makoto guessed that Mrs. Yukinoshita was adjusting her condition and would definitely not be coming out anytime soon, so he went to the balcony with peace of mind.

Inside the restroom.

Mrs. Yukinoshita locked the door as soon as she entered, then stood in front of the sink in silence.

She saw her face in the mirror and thought it looked beautiful. Sweat dampened her hair, making it sticky, but it didn't detract from her beauty. In fact, the rosy glow on her face after exercise made her even more attractive.

"Sayuri shouldn't have brought that up during the day."

She rubbed her temples, feeling a slight headache.

If my best friend hadn't brought that up, I wouldn't have relived it and wouldn't have lost my composure like this.