Don't Overthink It for Now

He was stunned at that one glance.

What's going on?

Why did Haruno take her skirt off?

Even underwear...

Fushimi Makoto was sorting out his thoughts, Haruno's lazy voice suddenly rang out from inside the room. "Come in, what are you still doing standing at the door?"

As Haruno was lying on the bed, stirred, Fushimi Makoto noticed that she was still wearing an eye mask.

Wearing an eye mask is not surprising. The curtains in the room are not drawn, and it is the time when the light is most abundant. So if she plans to take a nap, an eye mask is indeed a necessity.

But Fushimi Makoto couldn't understand was, she wore an eye mask while napping, but why did she have to take off her skirt?

Or is this just her personal habit?

This is somewhat beyond my comprehension.

At least in his memory, neither Yukino nor Haruno had ever mentioned this matter.

Fushimi Makoto lacked clues, so he naturally couldn't know that Haruno to give her a massage because she was too tired recently and remembered that Sawamura Sayuri Yukino mentioned massage.

Yukino went to the balcony to answer the phone, while Haruno, thinking that her sister hadn't been back for a long time and that the room was too bright, decided to put on an eye mask and rest for a while.

She was just getting sleepy when she heard footsteps at the door.

She thought it was Yukino had returned, so she didn't bother to take off her blindfold and prepared to continue enjoying herself.

"Keep going, keep going, give me another massage, my shoulders still feel a bit uncomfortable."

As Haruno grew sleepy, her voice sounded completely different from usual, with a rare softness.

Fushimi Makoto suddenly realized what was going on.

So they were getting a massage just now?

Should Yukino Haruno's feet?

So it's not surprising that she wasn't wearing any clothes.

Fushimi Makoto didn't go in, but simply coughed lightly at the door. "Yukino is still on the phone."

"Huh?"

Suddenly hearing a male voice coming from inside the room, Haruno sat up in surprise.

When people encounter unexpected situations, they often forget some details.

That's exactly how she is now.

As she sat up, Fushimi Makoto had no choice but to turn around.

Haruno instantly realized what was happening and quickly grabbed the blanket next to her to cover herself.

He definitely saw it!

Haruno to make a bet.

Feelings of shame and embarrassment welled up inside her, but her mental fortitude was strong enough that, no matter how awkward it was, she was able to calm herself down and remove the blindfold.

When she saw Fushimi Makoto with his back to her in the doorway, she unconsciously bit her lip, her eyes flashing with emotion. "When did you get back?"

"Just now." Fushimi Makoto continued standing.

"No wonder I didn't hear anyone talking. I thought Yukino didn't want to massage me." A blush rose on Haruno's fair cheeks.

Are you dressed?

"Um?"

Haruno stared at Fushimi Makoto figure and deliberately asked, "Do you still want to see?"

Who wouldn't want to see this?

Despite his thoughts, Fushimi Makoto wouldn't lose his composure.

Besides, he'd seen similar beautiful scenery many times before. Did he really think a fleeting glimpse would make him so captivated?

You know what, it really works!

<The True Colors of Men>

"Haruno, stop joking. Put your clothes on first, or I'll go out first, and you can continue lying down," Fushimi Makoto said calmly.

Haruno's eyes flickered, and she suddenly said, "I'm already dressed, turn around."

Fushimi Makoto turned around, and when he saw Haruno covering her body with the blanket, he was not surprised at all. Instead, he had a "I knew it would be like this" expression on his face.

"Hehe, you guessed it." Haruno had also guessed his reaction.

"Only you could keep joking around in this awkward situation," Fushimi Makoto remarked.

"Because we're good friends, and I'm covered by a blanket now, I don't need to feel shy at all."

Although Haruno said this, Fushimi Makoto could sense her increasingly rapid heartbeat and her well-hidden nervousness.

Since she was still being stubborn, Fushimi Makoto and met her gaze openly.

"Don't tell me you're already engrossed in it," Haruno said with a half-smile.

Fushimi Makoto: "I just wanted to remind you that you should put away the clothes over there first."

Haruno's smile froze, and she quickly picked up a pillow to cover the thin fabric.

It was rare to see such an uneasy expression on her face, Fushimi Makoto found it quite amusing.

Of course, no matter how fun the environment is, his attention will still be distracted.

Haruno, who was standing in front of him, had gotten up so suddenly that her usually meticulously styled hair was now a bit messy.

However, the disheveled appearance did not detract from Haruno's beauty; instead, it added a touch of casual, languid charm to her. The orange blanket was tucked to her chest, revealing her rounded, smooth shoulders, along with large expanses of fair skin that shimmered in the bright room.

The blanket was long enough to cover her completely, but she had grabbed it in a hurry, so the blanket covering her body was all wrinkled. The top of the blanket was very tight, but the bottom felt empty, creating a shadow that made one want to follow the shadow and look at it.

She was sitting sideways on the bed, and since there was no blanket covering her properly, her uniquely full and shapely legs were on full display.

Perhaps Haruno didn't realize that this hazy, indistinct beauty, the state of wanting to see those beautiful curves clearly but being unable to see them clearly, is the most captivating.

At least Fushimi Makoto had this idea.

"What if Yukino suddenly showed up? Would she...?"

Haruno a little embarrassed, so her solution was to let Fushimi Makoto be embarrassed instead.

However, Fushimi Makoto had already figured out her emotional shifts and didn't respond at all, "With our understanding, even if I don't say anything, she can sort out her thoughts in the shortest amount of time..."

As he spoke, he suddenly laughed, "Yukino once told me that you seem to particularly enjoy making her angry, or saying things that leave her speechless."

Haruno blinked, vaguely guessing what he was going to say, "So?"

"So if she saw the current situation, she might think you deliberately called me in so you could come and have some fun," Fushimi Makoto said with a smile.

Haruno pursed her lips.

That's actually quite possible!

The Fushimi Makoto looked at her little expressions, the more amused he found them.

Just then, Haruno suddenly asked, "Are you really that good at massage?"

Fushimi Makoto countered, "Do you really need a massage to relax?"

"Need."

"Then that's something I'm good at."

Hearing this, Haruno, clutching the blanket with one hand, her cheeks slightly flushed, smiled and said, "If I have time tonight, I'd like you to give me a massage."

She paused deliberately, then drawled, "Oh, by the way, if you behave well, maybe I'll massage you like this."

"That sounds really appealing," Fushimi Makoto said, a thoughtful expression on his face.

Haruno glanced at him sideways, her expression possessing an indescribable charm and allure. "So? Are you tempted?"

Fushimi Makoto nodded. "I am indeed tempted..."

He uttered that famous line. "But I refuse."

Just kidding, Ichika is still waiting for me tonight. If I agree to your request, wouldn't that be falling right into your trap?

This woman is really cunning; she actually tried to use this trick to lure me in and beat me until I knelt down.

Haruno curled up his long, slender fingers, then straightened them.

Is he really that sure?

Haruno was not discouraged. She suddenly thought of Fushimi Makoto's hobby.

Then she raised one of her smooth, slender legs, her pea-colored toenails gleaming with a captivating luster in the light.

"Is it pretty?" She knew that Fushimi Makoto liked to look at legs.

"It looks good." Fushimi Makoto nodded.

"Do you want to watch it again in the future?" She felt that the other party had taken the bait, and her smile gradually became smug.

No sooner had she finished speaking Fushimi Makoto turned and ran, shouting as he ran, "My dear second young lady, your sister has suddenly lost her mind!"

Haruno: "..."

She lost this round of confrontation.

The reason she failed was that she had no idea how much of a Fushimi Makoto was.

I just offered to look at your leg, and you ran away, which is bad enough, but you even complained about me?

Is this something a human being could do?

Even Haruno, who always prided herself on being calm and rational, almost laughed out of anger at this moment.

A moment later, footsteps sounded again outside.

Fushimi Makoto and Yukino appeared together at the door.

Haruno covered her chest with the blanket, not embarrassed at all, and blinked her eyes cutely.

Yukino looked at Fushimi Makoto expressionlessly. "What just happened?"

Fushimi Makoto: "I'm going to duel with Haruno."

Question marks simultaneously appeared above the heads of the two sisters.

Fushimi Makoto: "I've heard people say that a true battle should bring smiles to the face of the opponent."

Yukino raised an eyebrow. "You won?"

Fushimi Makoto laughed and said, "It's obvious."

Yukino: "Congratulations."

Haruno, sitting on the bed beside her, asked, "???"

Now her smile has shifted to Fushimi Makoto and Yukino.

Chapter 337 Don't overthink it for now

This little incident didn't bother Yukino; on the contrary, it made Haruno remember everything that happened that day.

She also had a strong desire to Fushimi Makoto a lesson.

What exactly happened just now?

After the door closed, Yukino Fushimi Makoto what had happened.

When Fushimi Makoto explained what had happened, Yukino immediately looked him up and down with disdain and said, "Only you could come up with such a shameless way to deal with my sister."

"But this method works very well," Fushimi Makoto retorted.

"It really works, but it can only be used once." Yukino knew that the same move wouldn't work on her older sister.

"Using it even once isn't a loss; at least I won."

"As expected of you."

Yukino were ostensibly praise, but in reality, they were mockery.

But this matter still caught her attention.