Yumiko: I'm Starting a New Mahjong Winning Streak!

"Shall I take Shizuka to bed first?" Matsukaze Mayu Yumiko; she was more concerned about whether her best friend was sleeping comfortably.

Fushimi Makoto sensed that the atmosphere was still a bit strange, so he immediately pointed to the Mushroom Rice Ball on the plate. "Would you like to try one? It should taste pretty good."

"Eh? Is that alright?" Matsukaze Mayu eyes lit up; she had complete faith in Fushimi Makoto's culinary skills.

Now that she could try it first, she temporarily forgot about her best friend.

Yumiko was also tempted.

At Fushimi Makoto's invitation, neither of the two beauties, one tall and one short, declined and each picked up a Mushroom Rice Ball to try.

"It's delicious." Yumiko took a bite and a smile appeared on her face.

"Makoto makes food that tastes so good no matter what," Matsukaze Mayu said happily, taking small bites.

Fushimi Makoto outwardly continued cooking, but in reality, he was preparing to make his move.

After Matsukaze Mayu and Hiratsuka Shizuka finished eating their rice balls, just like before, they both fell into a deep sleep on the spot.

Fushimi Makoto put his arms around the two women on either side and carefully placed them on the bed in the guest room before returning to the kitchen.

Now, the only sound in the house is the sound of him cooking; all three women are fast asleep.

During this time Fushimi Makoto even went to check on the guest room.

Matsukaze Mayu and Yumiko weren't talking in their sleep, but their shy and sweet smiles made them look no different from Hiratsuka Shizuka.

"So, the beautiful dreams they have are the kind that require payment?"

Fushimi Makoto wasn't surprised either.

Matsukaze Mayu nature a gentle and submissive person. No matter what position he wanted, this beautiful teacher would shyly comply.

Yumiko only gradually took on her own shape after he played the master game.

So it's normal for these two to have those indescribable dreams.

After dinner was all prepared, Fushimi Makoto woke up Hiratsuka Shizuka first.

However, he did not leave, but planned to observe first.

"Huh? Why am I still in the kitchen?" Hiratsuka Shizuka opened her eyes in confusion.

But when her gaze fell on Fushimi Makoto's face, her cheeks flushed red. She quickly glanced outside and, finding no one in the living room, lowered her voice and said angrily, "You're too bold! You couldn't even hold back in the kitchen! Couldn't you have waited a little longer?"

Fushimi Makoto's expression remained unchanged.

Oh, so that's what the description of "buff" means.

Hiratsuka Shizuka didn't think it was a dream; she treated it as something that had already happened.

"Honestly, you were so careless this time. It's not like I wasn't going to give it to you... Luckily, Mayu and the others didn't notice."

Hiratsuka Shizuka muttered in embarrassment and annoyance, but the joy between her brows was impossible to hide.

As she got up to straighten her clothes, she was surprised to find them completely undamaged. "You helped me put my clothes on?" she asked.

Fushimi Makoto probed, "Actually, you just took a nap."

"Huh? Are you kidding me?" Hiratsuka Shizuka blushed and glared at him.

Fushimi Makoto was now certain that she had indeed taken the dream as something that had actually happened.

According to the information she revealed, she was probably Fushimi Makoto in the kitchen in her dream.

Her outwardly embarrassed and annoyed refusal was actually a sign of her complete cooperation.

"Hey, what's with that expression?" Hiratsuka Shizuka noticed his strange look.

Fushimi Makoto pretended to think, "I'm trying to figure out how to make you believe that you really were just asleep."

"Are you trying to deny it now?" Hiratsuka Shizuka's fierce side as a mature woman was revealed.

Fushimi Makoto calmly analyzed the situation for her, saying, "Think about it carefully. Yumiko and the others were just outside. Even if I were incredibly bold, I wouldn't do something like that, right? Besides, you would definitely refuse."

"Uh... I really will refuse." Hiratsuka Shizuka's face flushed red, feeling extremely guilty.

In her mind, she couldn't possibly refuse; at most, she would just half-heartedly comply.

While Fushimi Makoto's firepower is formidable, hers is no less so...

"So, you were just taking a short nap." Fushimi Makoto pretended not to notice her guilty look.

"Really?" Hiratsuka Shizuka, half believing and half doubting.

Fushimi Makoto simply unleashed his ultimate move. "Why don't you check your pants first...? Don't hit me, let's talk this out."

Hiratsuka Shizuka, embarrassed and annoyed, slammed her fist down. "I'm not stupid. I saw you do it with my own eyes. How could I possibly believe you when you say I was just taking a nap?"

She finished speaking and left the kitchen.

She couldn't help but relive the scene from just now.

In fact, she had also noticed something suspicious.

Fushimi Makoto's explanation is more reasonable, since the other party wouldn't act so recklessly.

But Hiratsuka Shizuka always felt that she gave herself to him in the kitchen, and in the way he liked best—with her legs together and leaning against the wall.

"That's strange. Could it be that I didn't sleep well last night and am just feeling dazed?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka fell into deep thought in the living room.

Next, Fushimi Makoto went to wake Matsukaze Mayu and the other man.

Their reaction was the same as Hiratsuka Shizuka's: a mixture of belief and skepticism.

Fortunately, Fushimi Makoto distracted them with a lavish dinner.

"As expected, your cooking is still the best. If it weren't so inconvenient, I would have liked to stay here." After a few drinks and the dinner being so delicious, Hiratsuka Shizuka's remarks gradually became more casual.

Matsukaze Mayu gently reminded her, "Shizuka, don't talk nonsense."

"I was just kidding." Hiratsuka Shizuka understood and turned to smile at Yumiko.

Yumiko nodded. "I actually want to live here forever."

Hiratsuka Shizuka didn't think much of it and laughed, "See? I told you this guy's cooking was very appealing."

I didn't stay just to cook.

Yumiko thought to herself.

After dinner, everyone rested in the living room for a while before Yumiko took her leave.

Although she didn't want to go back, she had never stayed overnight at a boy's house before, and she couldn't get past her parents' concerns.

"We'll just have to find a way to move out later, then it won't be a problem," Yumiko said as she changed her shoes.

"If you do that, you'll be able to post a bunch of nice photos every day, and your friends will definitely be pestering you," Fushimi Makoto joked.

Yumiko was taken aback. "It's true, they've never given up on finding those photos, but I will absolutely not reveal your identity."

How can I give my personal photographer to someone else?

Even good friends won't do.

Before leaving, she made a special decision. "I won't ask you to take pictures for now, so they won't keep asking me all sorts of questions."

"You can take photos however you like, any style you want. The worst that can happen is you just don't post them on social media, then nobody will bother you," Fushimi Makoto suggested.

Yumiko shook her head. "Of course, good-looking photos should be posted, otherwise they lose their meaning."

Fushimi Makoto was unable to refute this at the moment.

He recalled that when all the food was served, Hiratsuka Shizuka and Yumiko stopped everyone else from touching their chopsticks and instead took out their phones to take a picture of the delicious-looking rice bowls.

He simply doesn't get the joy of sharing photos anymore. Whether it's food, scenery, or photos of checking off famous locations, he's never bothered to post them.

He doesn't really like taking photos. Even when he does take photos, he only subconsciously picks up his phone when he's completely bored and has nothing else to do, and then looks at the photos when he casually opens his album.

This behavior is like when you don't actually want to use your phone, but you just pick it up because you don't know what else to do.

Fushimi Makoto off, Makoto Yumiko returned to the living room. Hiratsuka Shizuka and Matsukaze Mayu looked up, their beautiful eyes landing directly on him.

He guessed what the two were about to say and broke the silence, "Have you decided to stay overnight?"

"See? He guessed it all along. I told you, Mayu, you don't need to be so shy." Hiratsuka Shizuka rolled her eyes.

She was clearly shy inside, but she insisted on pretending to be calm in front of her best friend.

"Yes, we'll stay tonight." Matsukaze Mayu much more reserved, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes sparkling.

"It's still early before we rest, shall we do something?" Fushimi Makoto asked, trying to keep them from getting bored.

"I'm fine with anything." Matsukaze Mayu smiled sweetly. As long as Fushimi Makoto was with her, she found everything interesting.

Hiratsuka Shizuka and rubbed her forehead in exasperation. "Mayu, I have to remind you of something: never say 'I'm fine with anything' to this guy when no one else is around."

"Why?" Matsukaze Mayu didn't understand.

Hiratsuka Shizuka opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

She wanted to say that someone was too bold, daring to make her take off her clothes in the kitchen.

But she was also very embarrassed about this.

Besides, in the very beginning, she was the one who took the initiative to unbutton her clothes.

Even when the other person reached out their hand, she only made a token dodge, then straightened her head and puffed out her chest...

After a two-second silence, Hiratsuka Shizuka changed her tune, saying, "I meant, given this guy's personality, if you don't make the decision yourself, he might drag us all into playing games."

"That's a good suggestion," Fushimi Makoto agreed.

Hiratsuka Shizuka looked at her best friend. "Now you understand, right?"

Matsukaze Mayu a soft, sweet voice, "I can play games too, but I'm not very good at them."

"... You're hopeless!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka seemed speechless for a moment, then simply stood up and waved her hand dismissively. "Playing cards is better than playing video games, that's settled then."

"Play cards?" Matsukaze Mayu's mouth dropped open, clearly not expecting the other person to say that.

Hiratsuka Shizuka: "Yes, it's playing cards, preferably with some stakes. The two of us team up to beat him, don't you think that would be interesting?"

The Matsukaze Mayu stirred my heart.

Fushimi Makoto stood calmly to the side.

Play cards?

Prize?

I suddenly had an idea.

Chapter 348 Yumiko: I want to establish New Wo Shing!

"How should we determine the stakes for playing cards? Also, what kind of cards should we play?"

Having decided to pass the time by playing cards, Hiratsuka Shizuka also looked eager to try, seemingly determined to beat Fushimi Makoto.

Since she can only deliver a defeat CG in every battle, she has no choice but to find other ways to defeat her opponent.

Matsukaze Mayu sat quietly to the side. She was open to whatever they played, as long as the two of them were having fun, she was happy too.

"How about Dou Dizhu?" Fushimi Makoto thought of this simple and easy-to-learn card game.

He immediately brought out playing cards and quickly explained the rules to Hiratsuka Shizuka and the other person.

"So that's how you play it? It's very simple." Hiratsuka Shizuka smiled confidently.

Matsukaze Mayu nodded. "It really is very simple. Even someone like me who is completely bad at playing cards learned it after just one listen."

"So this is it?" Fushimi Makoto looked at the two beautiful teachers in front of him.

"Okay." None of them objected.

Then Hiratsuka Shizuka asked, "What about the prize? Have you thought it through?"

"Let's put on some stickers," Matsukaze Mayu suggested. "I've seen them do it on TV."

Hiratsuka Shizuka flatly refused. "No, this kind of prize isn't fun at all, and it doesn't stimulate our competitive spirit."

"I didn't really intend to win..." Matsukaze Mayu said softly.

"Have you forgotten? We're supposed to team up to defeat this guy," Hiratsuka Shizuka encouraged her friend.