Someone Set a Trap in My House

"OK."

Yukino secretly breathed a sigh of relief as she watched Fushimi Makoto get up and leave.

That's so embarrassing!

I can't believe it...

And he didn't even realize it from beginning to end!

Yukino bit her lip, her body pounding with shame.

After much thought, she concluded that Fushimi Makoto must have seriously studied massage techniques, otherwise she wouldn't have been completely unaware.

Of course, she really couldn't resist that feeling of complete pleasure and enjoyment.

But right now, I need to change into pants and a skirt quickly!

Yukino quickly got up, and sure enough, there was a watermark on the sofa.

Blushing, she wiped her face with a tissue and calmly walked into her bedroom. Seeing Fushimi Makoto sitting there looking at his phone, she decisively distracted him with conversation. "If you want to use the computer, you can use it directly."

Fushimi Makoto brought up a seemingly unrelated topic. "There's a Chinese idiom called 'doing something superfluous,' and another idiom called 'covering one's ears while stealing a bell.' Yukino, do you understand these?"

Yukino: "..."

Without a word, she picked up her clothes from the closet and left.

After she finished her quick shower, Haruno arrived.

She carefully concealed Fushimi Makoto's shoes before opening the door.

"This is for you... I think this handbag is very pretty, so I bought an extra one. By the way, has your photoshoot finished?"

"Yes, only the final production is left."

"Oh? That's such a shame. I really wanted to see you as a director."

Haruno smiled as brightly as ever.

Yukino, however, realized something. "You've been... very busy these days?"

Haruno was taken aback, seemingly not expecting her sister to suddenly care about her. "Yeah, I'm super busy, my back is practically broken."

Then she turned around, lay down where Yukino had just been lying, and said with a smile, "Since I brought you a tote bag and snacks so late at night, could you give me a massage?"

Yukino's expression froze. "You mean a massage?"

"Otherwise what? What did you think it was?"

That sounds familiar.

Yukino silently picked up her water glass.

She didn't go over to massage Haruno because she knew that if the other person was really tired, she would definitely hide it so she wouldn't see it.

Sure enough, seeing that she wasn't coming over, Haruno immediately sat back down, propped her chin on her hand, and sighed, "You were cuter when you were little. You don't listen to me anymore."

Just as Yukino was about to speak, Haruno said with a grin, "If Fushimi had been the one who made the request, you would definitely have given me a massage."

"Let's change the subject." Yukino's mood grew increasingly complicated; she didn't want to continue talking about massage.

Especially the seat where my sister was sitting...

The two sisters chatted in the living room for a while, then Haruno went to take a shower.

Watching her sister enter the bathroom, Yukino finally felt relieved.

She glanced back at a spot on the sofa, her expression shifting as if she had gone through a mental struggle before finally making a decision.

Therefore, when Fushimi Makoto, who was watching videos inside, heard the noise behind him, he turned around and was stunned.

Yukino, wearing a thin slip dress, stood in the doorway. Her gaze was unusual, a look she would never normally give—a mixture of anticipation and shame. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if her entire body was quivering, and her alluring red lips were pressed tightly together.

This scene, translated, means...

Yukino: I want to renew my subscription.

Chapter 270 Someone Set a Trap in My House (Bonus Chapter 1)

"Yes, Mother, I'll stay here with Yukino tonight and head back tomorrow afternoon... A trip? I don't really want to go, and I have things to do myself."

Inside the guest room, Haruno leaned back absentmindedly in her chair, her pair of fair and delicate legs swinging back and forth, but she didn't put her feet on the slippers.

The call was, of course, from Mrs. Yukinoshita.

She refused her mother's travel plans because she already knew who would be on the trip.

The Sawamura Family, the Nakano Family, the Yukinoshita Family.

Haruno instantly understood that the so-called travel plan was actually just a platform set up by the adults for business dealings.

It was no different from any party she had attended before.

She had originally planned to visit the film set during the holiday to see her sister filming, but due to having too many other things to do, she was unable to find the time.

Although there will be opportunities in the future, she couldn't immediately see her sister as a director, which made her feel regretful.

When she heard her mother mention the travel plans on the phone, she made the decision without hesitation.

Instead of taking out your stress on a trip, it's better to stay home and rest for a few days.

"You're not planning to participate? I understand." Mrs. Yukinoshita the other end of the phone.

For some reason, she did not mention that Fushimi Makoto was among the members of this trip.

"Hmm, I'm planning to take three days off... wait, what?"

Before Haruno could even feel happy about canceling her travel plans, a sudden and intense emotion welled up inside her.

It's restlessness.

The kind that's extremely intense.

Caught off guard, Haruno gasped softly, her body went limp, and she almost dropped her phone.

"Haruno?" Mrs. Yukinoshita.

"... I'm fine."

"Real?"

"Well, it's nothing serious. I almost twisted my ankle, but luckily I managed to steady myself in time," Haruno replied reluctantly.

She had been caught off guard by the sudden heat, and her body went limp as she squatted down. She was trying to compose herself as quickly as possible to avoid being noticed by her mother.

But the emotion didn't subside; instead, it surged forth relentlessly, overwhelming her.

Finally, she changed from squatting to kneeling on the ground by bringing her legs together and shifting her weight forward.

Mrs. Yukinoshita could naturally sense her daughter's unusual behavior, but she also understood Haruno. Since Haruno was unwilling to talk about it now, even if she pressed her for details, her daughter might not tell the truth.

"I'm sorry, Mother, I'm a bit busy here. Let's talk again tomorrow..."

As the phone call ended, Haruno let out a sharp breath, and when she looked up again, her beautiful, bare face was flushed red.

Her eyes held shame and confusion.

She simply couldn't understand why she suddenly had these feelings.

Haruno turned her head and looked outside the guest room.

What should I do?

Should I take a cold shower to calm myself down?

No, this feeling is too intense; I'm afraid I can't handle it.

Should I try talking to Yukino to distract myself?

Even worse, in my current state, it's becoming increasingly difficult not only to have a conversation, but even to think normally.

Haruno's breathing became more and more rapid. With her last remaining rationality, she decided to go and check if Yukino had fallen asleep.

If my sister is already resting, then I don't need to worry about the room's soundproofing or try to control the noise...

In just a few seconds, Haruno realized that he only had one option left: start!

With a flushed face, she leaned against the wall and slowly made her way to her sister's room.

The living room lights were already off, and she stood in the darkness, holding up her phone as a light source, illuminating her increasingly hazy, beautiful eyes.

If Yukino saw this scene, she would probably think her sister was drunk.

Knock knock.

Haruno tentatively knocked on the door twice.

Not too light, not too heavy.

Then, trembling, she asked, "Yukino, are you asleep?"

Unbeknownst to her, the two figures inside the room froze the moment she uttered those words.

Yukino turned her head to look at the door, her eyes filled with a misty fog.

Normally, she would never respond.

But now her mind has become sluggish.

Therefore, under Fushimi Makoto's astonished gaze, she hurriedly said to the outside, "Sorry, I'm a bit busy here, let's talk tomorrow."

Haruno outside. "???"

I feel like I've heard that phrase somewhere before.

Inside the room, Yukino looked at Fushimi Makoto again. This beautiful girl, whose rationality had been completely extinguished, parted her lips shyly and mouthed—"Continue."

Seeing Yukino completely lose her composure, Fushimi Makoto fell into a brief moment of thought.

What's the current situation with Ms. Haruno outside?

Never mind, business is more important.

Fushimi Makoto was furious.

Outside the house.

Haruno overestimated his own willpower.

Or perhaps she underestimated the impact of that intense heat.

After receiving her sister's answer, she was unable to stand up straight again.

In the pitch black, she leaned against the wall with a burning gaze, slowly falling like a withered leaf in winter.

Early morning.

Yukino nestled lazily in Fushimi Makoto's arms like a soft, cuddly kitten.

She squinted and remained quiet for a long time, her eyelashes trembling with pleasure.

A moment later, she got up from Fushimi Makoto's arms. "I'm going to the restroom."

After getting dressed, she got out of bed.

Although the living room lights were off, this was her home, and she knew the furniture placement by heart. She could easily reach the bathroom without any light source...

That's how it should have been.

However, when she opened the door, she had only taken three steps when she suddenly felt her foot slip, which startled her so much that she quickly grabbed the door panel.

"What's wrong?" Upon hearing the commotion, Fushimi Makoto practically sprang to his feet and was beside her in the blink of an eye.

"I'm fine, I just slipped... You should put your clothes on first."

"You just slipped?"

"Um."

Yukino's lips curled up slightly as she watched Fushimi Makoto go back to get dressed.

The anxiety and concern the other person showed in that instant were genuine.

But soon, Yukino's joy turned into doubt.