Test Mine Too
I can't see anything.
This time, Fushimi Makoto wasn't envious of the pendant.
He started to envy the camera.
Next, Eriri Spencer Sawamura's situation unfolds in the usual way: Sawamura Sayuri notices something is wrong, Eriri Spencer Sawamura's guilty excuses are eventually exposed.
But just before Sawamura Sayuri could try to find out the truth, Eriri Spencer Sawamura quickly ended the video call.
A moment later Eriri Spencer Sawamura sent a message: [My mom called me out, I'll talk to you next time.]
Fushimi Makoto: [Okay.]
He had just closed the chat window and casually switched to the group chat of Hayato Hayama and the other boys when a new message popped up at the top of his phone screen.
Eriri Spencer Sawamura: [You're not allowed to tell anyone about what happened today!!!]
The three exclamation marks at the end show that she was genuinely excited.
Fushimi Makoto: [What if I accidentally tell someone?]
This time, he waited almost a minute before Eriri Spencer Sawamura replied: [Then I'll never show you my legs again!]
What a terrifying threat.
As expected of you, you couldn't even find the key point in your threat.
Fushimi Makoto: [I would rather die than tell anyone.]
Eriri Spencer Sawamura ended the chat with a smiley face emoji.
Fushimi Makoto glanced at their chat history and couldn't help but find it amusing.
That's such a lame threat.
Given her easily manipulated personality, even if she says she won't Fushimi Makoto again this time, the next time they meet and chat for a few words, she'll definitely put on a shy expression again, while lifting her skirt.
Fushimi Makoto reopened the group chat and found Hayato Hayama discussing short video shooting, so he joined in.
After a while, there was a knock on the door, and then Mrs. Yukinoshita's graceful figure walked in.
Fushimi Makoto could speak, she picked up the Bamboo-copter from last night and said, "This thing seems to be broken."
"Oh, because of quality issues, it can only last for a few tens of minutes at most." Fushimi Makoto Fushimi Makoto hand.
Mrs. Yukinoshita didn't give him the item; instead, she stared intently at his face.
That means: Give me another one.
Chapter 343 Let's test mine too!
Give me another one.
In Fushimi Makoto's memory, this kind of sentence structure usually only appears in lively and beautiful girls like Ichika.
But now he saw that meaning in Mrs. Yukinoshita's eyes.
That's interesting.
Her unabashed expression of her desire for the Bamboo-copter indicates that the prop is very much to her liking.
Or perhaps, she was having a blast flying...
It's just that she didn't have enough time to use the Bamboo-copter she took yesterday; she probably hadn't had enough fun yet, so it couldn't fly anymore.
Even Yukino couldn't resist doing something like this.
"I can make you a few new ones right now, but I need to prepare the materials." Fushimi Makoto readily agreed.
"Wait a moment," Mrs. Yukinoshita said before leaving.
When she returned, she was carrying a bag full of small wooden sticks, which looked finely crafted and were completely different in style from the discarded items from yesterday.
"This should be enough, right?" Mrs. Yukinoshita smiled and placed the bag in front of Fushimi Makoto.
Fushimi Makoto stared blankly at the bag of small wooden sticks. "You don't mean you want me to use all of these, do you?"
"Of course not, I'm not a greedy person." Mrs. Yukinoshita seemed amused by his reaction, her smile spreading across her face. "You just need to make me a few more, and you can keep the leftover materials for yourself."
Why am I carrying so many small sticks?
Fushimi Makoto opened the bag, but didn't rush to start making it. He first asked, "How many do you need specifically?"
"How about ten?"
"You are indeed not greedy."
"Then I won't bother you any longer. Call me when you're done."
Mrs. Yukinoshita clearly respected privacy; no matter how curious she was, she didn't stay to watch.
She thoughtfully closed the door before leaving.
"Auntie, you came prepared."
Fushimi Makoto gets into work mode.
It was just ten Bamboo-copter; he finished them in a little while.
When Mrs. Yukinoshita returned, her eyes lit up with surprise when she saw the ten finished products in front of her.
She was indeed very satisfied, but she was more surprised than anything else.
It's quite astonishing that something made of small wooden sticks can make someone fly.
In just a short while, Fushimi Makoto made ten new ones for himself.
Does this mean that if he wants to do it, he can make as much as he needs?
Mrs. Yukinoshita's eyes burned with desire.
"It seems I need to take a break." Fushimi Makoto's voice interrupted her thoughts.
She glanced over and asked, "What?"
"Your gaze is terrifying. I suspect that if I don't interrupt you, you might start exploiting me," Fushimi Makoto said truthfully.
Mrs. Yukinoshita smiled gently, "You're overthinking it."
Am I really overthinking things?
Judging from your expression just now, it looked like you wanted to strip me naked!
Moreover, it wasn't even a physical stripping, which makes it hard to accept.
Mrs. Yukinoshita got what she wanted, but instead of leaving, she gracefully sat down opposite Fushimi Makoto down on her skirt.
Fushimi Makoto moved the bag aside and met the beautiful woman's gaze. "Is there anything else?"
Mrs. Yukinoshita seemed to be carefully choosing her words. After a couple of seconds, she casually asked, "Did you give Sayuri the schedule she wanted?"
I'll give it to her next week.
"What about Haruno's share?"
"Yukino gave one to Haruno, so she doesn't need mine for the time being."
"Oh, you mean Yukino helped make one?"
Mrs. Yukinoshita didn't think much of it and continued in a casual tone, "The longer I know Yukino, the more incredible the changes in her become to me."
"For example?" Fushimi Makoto replied cooperatively.
Mrs. Yukinoshita suddenly laughed, a laugh tinged with helplessness, "For example, last night I had just opened the door and saw my little daughter flying in the sky... Can you understand how I felt then?"
Fushimi Makoto couldn't hold back. "Indeed, that scene was quite frightening."
Mrs. Yukinoshita's helpless expression hadn't faded. "I almost thought there was something wrong with my eyes. Luckily, I'm used to you having many secrets, otherwise I definitely would have had insomnia last night."
"No, that's not the case. The pendant I gave you has a calming and brain-nourishing effect; you should have noticed that, right?"
"Yes, that thing is a treasure. I don't know how to thank you enough."
Her tone was gentle, as gentle as that of a virtuous housewife.
Her gentle demeanor and incredibly approachable eyes easily inspire trust in others.
If Fushimi Makoto hadn't sensed the changing emotions in the other person's heart, he might have been deceived.
"So after all that, you still want me to tailor a plan for you, right?" Fushimi Makoto chose to expose him.
Mrs. Yukinoshita a moment, then quickly returned to her most natural state. "I did think about that, it's just..."
She hesitated for a moment. "Is collecting my body data really that troublesome?"
In other words: Do you need to physically assault me to collect my body data?
Fushimi Makoto suppressed a laugh and said, "It's not troublesome, it just might involve some normal physical contact."
"Then I'm relieved." She said, standing up. "Why don't you test mine too?"
Let's begin before my two daughters return!
"I see."
Fushimi Makoto responded, thinking to himself, "Your map of Yan is quite long; it's only now that you've revealed it."
Next, he put on a serious expression and meticulously measured Mrs. Yukinoshita's body measurements.
During this time, the two naturally had some physical contact, but it was all normal touching.
To Fushimi Makoto's surprise, even a normal touch caused her breathing to become erratic.
Fushimi Makoto even sensed the restless, agitated feeling surging within her.
Seriously? You triggered the [Fantasy Badge] effect right away?
Etc!
Fushimi Makoto realized the key point.
She was in my room last night.
This was originally just a trivial matter, but this morning she practiced yoga in the living room.
Furthermore, the fact that she triggered the [Fantasy Badge] so easily is clearly abnormal.
It's obvious she was fantasizing again last night.
She practiced yoga in the living room, and now, Fushimi Makoto recalls it, that unsettling feeling is growing stronger.
After all, the house is so big that she can practice yoga in her own room or a specially designated exercise room.
Fushimi Makoto didn't believe her family hadn't made such preparations.
Could it be that she deliberately practiced yoga to show me?
Fushimi Makoto had reached a conclusion.
The fact that she felt aroused through normal physical contact alone is clearly not something that can be achieved through mere fantasy or a couple of times.
If she did indeed fantasize about it last night, and then so clearly intended to practice yoga in the living room this morning, then Fushimi Makoto's speculation is most likely correct.
Thinking about this, Fushimi Makoto found things were getting interesting.
This is fun!
Especially since she was forcing herself to act as if nothing had happened, while the burning desire inside her was growing stronger and stronger, this contrast was really quite attractive.
But Fushimi Makoto did not take any action.
He carefully completed the data analysis for Mrs. Yukinoshita, then wrote it down in detail on a piece of paper, saying, "That's fine. I'll send over the complete plan next week."
"Please." Her voice remained gentle.
After saying that, she immediately sat back down.
They showed no sign of leaving at all.
Fushimi Makoto felt an urge to laugh even more.
He picked up his phone, opened a group chat, and pretended to be chatting with a friend, while secretly glancing at the beautiful woman sitting there out of the corner of his eye.
Just as he had expected, Mrs. Yukinoshita held the sheet of paper full of professional data, seemingly deep in thought, but occasionally glancing at him.
Both eyes.
Many eyes.