Ichika Nakano: Let Me See

"Don't look around!" she warned hastily as she landed, her face flushed.

"I'm done watching. If you still want to try, then go ahead." Fushimi Makoto sat down on the ground and continued making the Anywhere Door he needed.

Yukino hesitated for a few seconds, but seeing that the other person was really focused on making something, she still couldn't bear to take the Bamboo-copter off.

After all, this was the first time she had experienced something so new and amazing.

Before long, Yukino was in the sky again.

Just then, the door was pushed open. "Makoto, would you like to come out and have some fruit...?"

Mrs. Yukinoshita could finish speaking, she froze on the spot when she saw the scene inside the room.

For the first time in her life, her expression became uncontrollable.

She was completely stunned when she saw her youngest daughter flying around in it!

Chapter 340 Nakano Ichika: Let Me See

In the bright and spacious guest room, Fushimi Makoto and his two companions were sitting facing each other.

Yukino's face showed tension and seriousness, and her two delicate white hands were placed neatly on her knees.

Fushimi Makoto seemed much more relaxed, but he felt that since the atmosphere was so serious, he could play along.

"So, I really didn't hallucinate just now?" Mrs. Yukinoshita held the Bamboo-copter, still finding it unbelievable.

She originally came to call Fushimi Makoto some fruit, but as soon as she entered the house, she saw her youngest daughter flying in the sky...

Who could stand this scene?

If she hadn't had such a strong mental fortitude, she probably would have screamed out in fright.

"That's right," Fushimi Makoto replied.

"Don't speak." Mrs. Yukinoshita glanced at her daughter, and faced with such an absurd situation, she doubted that Fushimi Makoto would tell the truth.

She stared intently at Yukino's face and asked softly, "If I put this little stick on my head, can I fly in the sky?"

"Although I also think this description is outrageous, it's really true." Yukino with a helpless expression.

Such a wonderful thing could have belonged to me alone, but unfortunately my mother saw it.

Otherwise, Yukino would definitely keep the secret and never tell anyone in her life.

"I simply cannot understand it." Mrs. Yukinoshita examined the Bamboo-copter in her hand, her expression complex.

Yukino hesitated before speaking, "At first, I felt the same way, but after trying it, I discovered that it really can make people fly."

A silence fell over the room.

Mrs. Yukinoshita seemed to be taking a deep breath. When she looked up again, her gaze fell on Fushimi Makoto: "Where did this thing come from?"

Although Yukino explained the purpose of the Bamboo-copter, she cleverly did not explain its origin.

Because she felt she should Fushimi Makoto's secret.

"Hmm?" Fushimi Makoto pointed to his face, shaking his head.

Mrs. Yukinoshita didn't understand. "What does 'hmm' mean?"

Fushimi Makoto continued, "Mmm."

Yukino couldn't stand it anymore, so she quietly Fushimi Makoto and said, "This guy is being stupid again, just ignore him."

Mrs. Yukinoshita understood this time. Her eyes flashed with murderous intent, but her tone was incredibly gentle. "Because I just told you not to speak, you've decided to stay silent forever?"

Fushimi Makoto nodded.

Mrs. Yukinoshita's smile seemed even more amiable, "So you listen to me this much?"

Then, she handed the Bamboo-copter to Fushimi Makoto: "If I told you to wear this and fly around outside right now, would you still obey?"

To everyone's Fushimi Makoto reached out and took the Bamboo-copter, then placed it on his head and made as if to get up and climb out the window.

Yukino froze, then with lightning speed, lunged forward and grabbed Fushimi Makoto: "No!"

She spoke rapidly, "There are still quite a few people living around here. If you go fly around outside now, we'll be on the news tomorrow."

Mrs. Yukinoshita continued to sit and smile, unmoved.

Fushimi Makoto finally spoke, "I thought Auntie wanted to see me fly."

"Did I not ask you to speak?" Mrs. Yukinoshita asked.

"I completely forgot, I'm so sorry." Fushimi Makoto's apology was utterly insincere.

Mrs. Yukinoshita glanced at her daughter, who was still holding Fushimi Makoto, and reminded her, "You can let go of him now. He never intended to perform for me."

Yukino then realized that she was being overly worried; she had been so focused on stopping Fushimi Makoto that she had forgotten about this.

Her face flushed slightly, and she glared at Fushimi Makoto with annoyance before sitting back down.

Fushimi Makoto sat down as well, holding the Bamboo-copter, and said, "Why don't you try it yourself, Auntie? There's a Chinese saying that goes, 'Practice makes perfect.'"

"I am indeed interested in experiencing it, but not now." Mrs. Yukinoshita took the item back from Fushimi Makoto.

Although she didn't find out where this thing came from, the fact that such a small wooden stick could make someone fly meant she had gained something.

Besides, she could guess that this thing was made by Fushimi Makoto.

This means that if I want to in the future, I can probably come and find him anytime?

As for now?

Of course, she couldn't possibly experience it herself.

She's wearing a nightgown now, just like Yukino, and if she flies, she'll expose herself. Besides, given her age and status, she'd only feel embarrassed if she actually flew in front of two young people.

"I'll confiscate the items, is that alright?" Mrs. Yukinoshita asked.

"I have no objection." Fushimi Makoto could do it easily anyway.

"Then I'll go out first. If you want some fruit, just get it from the table in the living room. I've already cut it up." Mrs. Yukinoshita stood up.

Yukino looked regretful; she hadn't had enough of the experience yet...

As Mrs. Mrs. Yukinoshita reached the door, Fushimi Makoto said, "If you're planning to go back and try it out secretly, I suggest you get the instruction manual from Yukino first."

For a split second, the beautiful woman's body seemed to freeze.

It felt like someone had seen through my innermost secrets.

Two seconds later, the beautiful woman at the door replied indifferently, "I won't be experiencing it for now, so I don't need the instruction manual."

This is probably a classic case of being obsessed with saving face.

Fushimi Makoto found it amusing.

He just didn't expect that this seemingly mature and composed beautiful aunt would actually have the idea of showing off and flying high.

Before leaving, Mrs. Yukinoshita closed the door behind her, since there was still Haruno at home.

So far, neither Yukinoshita her daughter have considered telling Haruno about this.

"Do you need me to make another one for you?" Fushimi Makoto had already noticed Yukino's disappointed expression.

Yukino blushed slightly and nodded. "Please."

Fushimi Makoto: "Are you planning to take it indoors and fly it, or continue flying it here?"

Yukino: "If you want to see under my skirt, you can just say so."

"Would you agree if I told you?"

"Beg me."

Please.

"But I refuse."

Yukino's smile was captivating.

Fushimi Makoto lowered his head and sighed in agreement, "You're kicking me while I'm down. Unfortunately, I wasn't perfectly prepared, and you tricked me."

Yukino didn't understand the joke, but that didn't stop her from being happy. "I'll go teach Mother how to use this Bamboo-copter later."

Fushimi Makoto had guessed she would say that, so naturally he had no objection.

A moment later, Yukino left with the three freshly made Bamboo-copter.

Since Fushimi Makoto was so generous, giving her three directly, she reciprocated in kind.

In short, she blushed and forced an indifferent expression, then put on the Bamboo-copter and flew it again in front of Fushimi Makoto.

Meanwhile, Fushimi Makoto below had his fill of watching.

"This kind of behavior—feigning reluctance on the surface but actually providing benefits—is so appealing to my tastes."

Fushimi Makoto a little regretful that he hadn't taken a picture of Yukino's expression earlier.

After all, she had already shown him up her skirt; if he dared to take pictures with his phone, she would definitely slap him.

Fushimi Makoto continued working in the room while simultaneously extending his senses outwards.

After a while, he actually heard a sound that made him both laugh and cry.

Whether it was Yukino or Mrs. Yukinoshita, the room of the mother and daughter was filled with the buzzing sound of Bamboo-copter spinning.

In other words, both of them were secretly flying around inside the room...

The thought of that scene is just bizarre.

That's so strange.

It's so strange that Fushimi Makoto really wants to go and see it live.

However, to avoid being ganged up on Yukinoshita and her daughter, he decided to find another opportunity to see a live performance.

After he finished the new [Crude Anywhere Door], he took a shower and stayed in the room until 8:30 before using the Anywhere Door to leave.

He had barely left when there was a knock on the door.

As the door opened, Mrs. Yukinoshita's beautiful figure appeared in the doorway.

"He's not in the room?"

The beautiful woman looked around but couldn't find Fushimi Makoto, so she frowned.

Yukino had just taught her how to use the Bamboo-copter, and she secretly tried it out in her room.

I must say, the feeling of flying is really exhilarating.

I just don't know why it suddenly stopped while flying.

She had come to ask Fushimi Makoto if she had broken the Bamboo-copter, but there wasn't a soul in the room.

"The bathroom light wasn't on, so Makoto should have already finished showering, but he's not in the room this late, which means..."

Mrs. Yukinoshita pursed her rosy lips, hesitant to think any further.

Because she felt that Fushimi Makoto was in Yukino's room.

These two are such good friends, they might have already... done that kind of thing.

So, will they be there tonight too?

Mrs. Yukinoshita quickly closed the door, her full breasts heaving rapidly, her face gradually turning a delicate blush, which gave her back that alluring charm she had before.

Unfortunately, there was no audience this time.

On the other side.

Fushimi Makoto has already met with Nakano Ichika in their hotel room.

He had no idea that Mrs. Yukinoshita had used up the Bamboo-copter's durability so quickly.

Even if he knew, there's no way he could go back now.

When Nakano Ichika met the boy she liked in another city, her enthusiasm immediately burst forth, and the two kissed for more than ten minutes right at the door.

If Fushimi Makoto hadn't reminded her that there was still plenty of time, she might have immediately switched to battle stance...

The two of them snuggled up on the sofa to watch a movie.

It's still a horror movie.