Omniverse Time Loop, I Do Whatever I Want

Pretty girls are well aware of their physical advantages, so when it comes to questions about appearance, they naturally assume they are the better ones.

But Fushimi Makoto hadn't said a single thing.

This is what you call a tug-of-war.

He thought to himself, feeling quite devious.

As an "outsider," Nakano Itsuki was a bit more clear-headed.

She spoke with a hesitant tone: "Is it really like that?"

Nakano Nino didn't even give Fushimi Makoto a chance to speak; she puffed out her chest and said with a hint of triumph: "Otherwise? Itsuki, do you think we aren't pretty enough?"

"That's not it. I just think that if Fushimi-kun did that, he must have had his reasons."

"His reason is exactly what I said."

Nakano Nino smiled happily and specifically said to Fushimi Makoto: "Right?"

It wasn't a question, but an affirmation.

Fushimi Makoto gave a perfect answer: "The five of you are naturally very pretty; that is a fact."

Nakano Nino felt satisfied again.

Nakano Itsuki thanked him, feeling a bit embarrassed but happy inside.

It wasn't until they parted ways that Nakano Nino watched Fushimi Makoto's back as he walked further and further away, and suddenly slapped her forehead: "Oh no, I forgot to investigate the matter between him and Ichika."

Nakano Itsuki asked in surprise: "I thought you had decided to give up. You clearly had the chance just now, but you never asked."

Nakano Nino's cheeks turned crimson.

I just lost myself in all those compliments about being pretty...

On the other side.

Fushimi Makoto first returned home to call Mrs. Yukinoshita; he hoped she could help him find a music composition teacher, as he wanted to learn about that field.

Mrs. Yukinoshita agreed immediately: "I should be able to call you back in half an hour."

Sure enough, in less than half an hour, she called back efficiently to tell Fushimi Makoto that it was all settled.

"The time for learning composition will be scheduled for the weekend. You don't need to worry about the fees; you've helped me twice in a row, so it's time for me to provide some compensation."

"It doesn't have to be the weekend; tomorrow works."

"Tomorrow? Don't you plan on attending classes? Or are you going after school?"

"I'll be taking a leave of absence tomorrow."

Of course, Fushimi Makoto had to take a leave.

He was preparing to enter a time loop.

After successfully obtaining the music teacher's number from Mrs. Yukinoshita, he changed his clothes and went to Matsukaze Mayu's house for dinner.

To be precise, he was helping her cook.

After dinner, Matsukaze Mayu happily sat with him in the living room to watch TV, taking the opportunity to express her concern for the club.

"Everything is going very smoothly. As for club activities, I plan to start them on the weekend because Ichika has been a bit busy lately... Hm? What is this?"

As Fushimi Makoto was speaking, his gaze unintentionally fell onto the sofa cushion.

Right in the space between him and Matsukaze Mayu, there was a conspicuous strand of curly hair.

A very short, curly hair.

"What are you looking at?"

Seeing him suddenly stop talking, Matsukaze Mayu followed his gaze and looked down as well.

Fushimi Makoto pinched that strand of hair, thinking that the length didn't match Matsukaze Mayu's hair.

So this thing is...

His expression turned strange.

Matsukaze Mayu hadn't thought much of it at first, but seeing Fushimi Makoto's odd expression, and remembering that she occasionally had strange dreams at night.

The beautiful teacher instantly blushed and said shyly: "Don't go guessing wildly! This isn't mine, because I don't have any at all!"

That sentence contained quite a lot of information.

Fushimi Makoto thought to himself.

That day in the bathroom, Matsukaze Mayu had kept herself covered so tightly that he couldn't see anything even if he wanted to.

Matsukaze Mayu was still explaining in a shy panic: "It must be from teacher Shizuka. She stayed over at my place yesterday, and after she showered, she didn't wear pajamas; she just wrapped herself in a bath towel and chatted with me on the sofa."

She told the truth without hesitation.

But Fushimi Makoto was more concerned about something else.

Azure Dragon, Vermilion Bird, Black Tortoise.

What was the name of the fourth divine beast again?

It's so hard to guess.

Chapter 33 That Day, He Finally Saw the Light

With this little interlude, the pleasant atmosphere of the conversation in the living room took on an added touch of ambiguity.

Fushimi Makoto looked at Matsukaze Mayu, whose face was flushed a charming, vibrant red from shyness, and consciously changed the subject.

The previous topic had to be left at that.

Pursuing the truth about the Four Divine Beasts could not be rushed for the time being.

Since Matsukaze Mayu had mentioned Hiratsuka Shizuka, Fushimi Makoto took the opportunity to steer the conversation toward that equally beautiful teacher: "I passed by the park one night and saw Hiratsuka-sensei. She was drinking alone, and she looked like she was in a terrible mood."

Matsukaze Mayu looked astonished: "Something like that happened?"

Then she murmured: "I've always envied the carefree way she carries herself at school. I never imagined she'd be struggling to breathe under pressure in private."

"Pressure?" Fushimi Makoto looked over.

Matsukaze Mayu said as if it were obvious: "Yes, Hiratsuka-sensei doesn't have a boyfriend. She mentioned it to me once before. She gets along well with her family, so I assume it must be work-related stress."

Fushimi Makoto thought to himself that she clearly didn't know about Hiratsuka Shizuka's secret matchmaking sessions.

But that made sense; Matsukaze Mayu had a gentle nature and would never dream of prying into other people's secrets.

It was likely that even when they chatted or went shopping together, Hiratsuka Shizuka was the one setting the pace.

"You said earlier that you envied Hiratsuka-sensei?" Fushimi Makoto was good at picking up on the key points.

Matsukaze Mayu smiled bashfully: "Yes, I've always envied her carefree and generous temperament. By the way, let me tell you a secret..."

She revealed a rare, girlish expression, leaning in mysteriously and whispering: "Hiratsuka-sensei is incredibly strong; it must be because she exercises regularly. Although she hasn't talked much about it with me, I've observed her carefully. If she really had to fight, I doubt two or three men could even get close to her."

Fushimi Makoto thought, isn't that Officer Tan's famous quote?

Still, her girlish demeanor was truly quite adorable.

Matsukaze Mayu muttered with a hint of longing: "I wish I were that capable, but unfortunately, the only exercise I've managed to stick with is yoga."

"Yoga? That's pretty good too."

Fushimi Makoto imagined her wearing tight yoga gear.

Oh my, with her figure, seeing her in yoga clothes would definitely make a man stand at attention!

Fushimi Makoto then said: "If you really want to exercise, I suggest you don't rush into it. Wait until I put together a detailed plan for you."

"You can do that too?"

"Because I have my own exercise routine."

Hearing Fushimi Makoto say this, Matsukaze Mayu remembered the way he looked when he came out of her bathroom that day.

Heehee, his body was indeed very solid.

Matsukaze Mayu's cheeks felt a little hot.

Fushimi Makoto pretended not to notice: "I'll get it ready for you as soon as possible. If you run into anything you don't understand while exercising, you can ask me anytime."

He added a particularly sincere remark: "The 'on-call' kind of anytime."

"If you say it like that, then I'll believe you." Matsukaze Mayu smiled, her eyes curving into crescents, looking very beautiful.

"Rest assured, I'm not joking this time." Fushimi Makoto said, then changed the subject again: "By the way, I need to take leave tomorrow."

Matsukaze Mayu immediately asked with concern: "Why? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, I just have some things of my own to take care of."

"That's good."

It was clear that Matsukaze Mayu's heart was truly tied to him.

Hearing that he was fine, she quickly set her mind at ease.

This feeling was quite wonderful.

Fushimi Makoto looked at her beautiful face and suddenly had an idea: "Is Matsukaze-sensei interested in learning something?"

"Learning what?" Matsukaze Mayu asked curiously.

"For instance, our club is going to film some short clips or videos, and you could learn along with us. I'll be in charge of teaching you the whole way."

"Eh?"

Matsukaze Mayu was clearly taken aback: "Why would you suddenly say that?"

Fushimi Makoto was sincere this time: "I just realized that my faculty advisor shouldn't just have a few basic skills; at the very least, she needs to be even more impressive."

Matsukaze Mayu's cheeks flushed red. What does "my faculty advisor" mean?

I am clearly the faculty advisor for your club.

Could it be that I've already become your own private, exclusive person?

But the words that reached her lips turned into a gentle: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

At this moment, she appeared extremely obedient and lovely.

Perhaps even she herself didn't realize that the girlish mannerisms she revealed unintentionally were the most alluring part of her.

What's more, she had a wonderful figure.

The two of them were currently sitting on the same sofa, already close to begin with, and since Fushimi Makoto had just been chatting with her, she had leaned in closer subconsciously.

Her hips were wide, and the curve from her waist to her hips was already stunningly beautiful; in this position, she was even more attractive.

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

Matsukaze Mayu lowered her voice in shyness; she wasn't stupid, so she naturally noticed Fushimi Makoto's burning gaze.

Beyond the shyness, she also felt happy.

Fushimi Makoto shifted his gaze away, looking at the variety show where people were laughing exaggeratedly, and said, "I'm planning to take a shower, is that convenient for you?"

Matsukaze Mayu didn't hesitate at all, saying with a smile, "Of course, should I get your clothes for you again?"

Who would have thought that Fushimi Makoto would blurt out, "It would be even better if there was a back-scrubbing service included."

Matsukaze Mayu froze on the spot.

The living room suddenly went quiet, leaving only the sound of the television program.

"I'll go run the water for you first."

In the end, she said this softly with a flushed face and hurried away.

Fushimi Makoto knew, however, that she had agreed.

Inside the bathroom.

Matsukaze Mayu touched her burning face, knowing she was nervous again.

And a little excited, too.

Ever since that back-scrubbing last time, she would occasionally have strange dreams.