Eriri: I'm Going to Make You Fly! (Continued)

Utaha's face darkened.

It's so unpleasant to be completely kept in the dark like this.

She subconsciously turned her head and found that Eriri Spencer Sawamura had the same puzzled look on her face.

Yukino, on the other hand, looked thoughtful.

Utaha understood immediately; it seemed Yukinoshita was also aware of the situation.

She Fushimi Makoto again, and he was looking up at the sky again.

Very good.

I'm going to raid your house tonight!

She keeps her word!

When everyone was leaving to go home, she seized the opportunity to grab Fushimi Makoto alone. "I'm going to buy groceries later, I'm going to your house for dinner today."

She's one of the few girls who can be so direct about asking for a free meal.

"Sure, I was just about to go grocery shopping too, since Yukino and Eriri Spencer Sawamura are coming over to visit," Fushimi Makoto said casually.

Utaha's lips curled into a smile, a beautiful yet menacing glint in her eyes. "Your Yukinoshita Neko?"

Fushimi Makoto asked in surprise, "What's this?"

"Huh, you're being quite cautious. You didn't even ask me 'how I know about this'." Utaha didn't hide her smile.

"It seems Yukino accidentally let it slip," Fushimi Makoto speculated.

Utaha said, "The way she just said it didn't seem like she let it slip; she said it to me openly and honestly."

"So, what does the senior mean?"

"She doesn't intend to hide it; instead, she's willing to share it with people she considers close. So, what are your thoughts, Fushimi Woof?"

Utaha's red lips slowly parted, her smile undiminished, and even her pink little tongue could be seen.

Especially when she said the last sentence, she deliberately dragged out the last syllable, which, combined with her mature and charming face, actually sounded somewhat sexy.

Fushimi Makoto was inwardly marveling at how wonderful his senior was, Yukino's melodious voice suddenly rang out beside him. "I was just packing my things, and you can't resist stealing them, senpai?"

"Stealing?" Utaha's face revealed her question at just the right moment.

Yukino raised an eyebrow slightly, glanced at Fushimi Makoto, and said calmly, "Fushimi Woof, that's a nickname I use to insult him."

Utaha chuckled emotionlessly, "Are you sure this is an insult, and not a term of endearment?"

"Pet name?"

Yukino seemed taken aback; her long eyelashes trembled, and she looked at Fushimi Makoto with Fushimi Makoto: "You also think this is a term of endearment?"

"If that's how you want to think, then I'm not unwilling to cooperate." Fushimi Makoto remained neutral.

Yukino glanced at him sideways. "As expected of you, only you could say such a perverted thing."

Utaha nodded slightly.

I see. It wasn't a term of endearment; Yukinoshita wasn't lying.

Thinking about it carefully, it makes sense. Given Yukinoshita's personality, there's no way she would give Fushimi Makoto a nickname.

However, Utaha also knew that her previous guesses were not entirely wrong.

At least she was certain that Yukino wouldn't mind if others knew "Fushimi Woof," provided that person was very familiar with Yukino.

Take myself, for example.

Utaha deliberately revealed a charming smile, "So, I can call him Fushimi Woof now?"

Before Yukino could speak, Fushimi Makoto shook his head and said, "No, each person can only unlock one unique title. That's the rule."

This time, the two beautiful girls with long, straight black hair made the same disgusted face.

Return to the rules.

Why don't you tell me about strange rules?

Afterwards, Eriri Spencer Sawamura also came over with some things, and the four of them went grocery shopping together.

Apart from Eriri Spencer Sawamura being in a good mood, Yukino and Utaha didn't show much expression on their faces, clearly each preoccupied with their own thoughts.

Fushimi Makoto pretended not to see any of this and helped Eriri Spencer Sawamura, a novice at grocery shopping, pick and choose vegetables, while also giving her advice on how to buy fresh produce.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura was initially uninterested, but for some reason, as Fushimi Makoto, she found herself completely absorbed.

Yukino and Utaha listened attentively, occasionally offering their own insights.

"Would you like some more of those peanuts from last time?" Fushimi Makoto asked, turning around after selecting the tofu.

Neither Utaha nor Eriri Spencer Sawamura understood.

Yukino hesitated for a couple of seconds, thinking that the taste was really good, and with the Anywhere Door, she could take some home as snacks anytime.

So she agreed.

Fushimi Makoto explained the situation to Utaha and the other girl.

"Peanuts that can make you drunk? How is that possible?" Utaha laughed dismissively, suspecting that Fushimi Makoto and Yukino had conspired to frame her.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura muttered under her breath, "Why are you talking nonsense again? Are you trying to make something like chocolate liqueur?"

"To be precise, it's peanuts that only get intoxicated when you drink water," Fushimi Makoto corrected.

Utaha and Eriri Spencer Sawamura still didn't believe it.

Fushimi Makoto a laugh and secretly gave Yukino a look: Want to see how excited they are?

Yukino: Bored.

But a second later, she nodded her chin almost imperceptibly.

It wouldn't hurt to take a look.

After arriving home, Fushimi Makoto started cooking. When he finished chopping the vegetables and came out, he found that the three beautiful girls in the living room were actually studying.

That might not be accurate enough; it was Yukino and Utaha who were tutoring Eriri Spencer Sawamura.

The two girls had different teaching styles, but they were both girls with excellent knowledge reserves. Eriri Spencer Sawamura, who was used to self-discipline, rarely turned into a sponge and stared at the two girls with long black hair, absorbing knowledge until she was almost full.

"You have indeed changed," Utaha remarked as she got up to pour water.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura understood what the other person was talking about, and a smile involuntarily appeared on her face, "That's because I've been disciplined."

"Self-discipline is indeed a good thing," Utaha agreed.

She took a sip of water, rubbed her shoulders, and her delicate brows furrowed.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura immediately asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

"My shoulders are a little tired," Utaha said calmly.

Yukino, who was checking Eriri Spencer Sawamura's answers, froze, then shook her head, as if she couldn't stand it.

"Your shoulders are tired? Is it because you weren't sitting properly just now?" Eriri Spencer Sawamura's brain didn't quite catch up for a moment.

Utaha didn't rush to explain. Instead, she glanced at Fushimi Makoto, "I heard you're good at massage?"

Massage?

Eriri Spencer Sawamura's expression changed.

No, shouldn't that kind of thing be my exclusive right?

Wait, why would I have such a thought?

"What do you mean by 'shoulders tired'?" Fushimi Makoto looked over.

"Yes, that's exactly what you think." Utaha crossed her arms, supporting her heavy burden. "Although I've been exercising regularly, even if my body isn't tired, I feel mentally exhausted."

As she spoke, she rubbed her shoulders again. "This is the trouble of having big breasts."

Eriri Spencer Sawamura was furious!

So, after all that, you were just showing off your big breasts?

I was just concerned about you!

Eriri Spencer Sawamura's beautiful eyes widened, and she breathed out a puff of air.

Yukino, with an air of "I expected this," calmly said, "If you really think it's too much of a burden, senpai, the medical field is very advanced now, you can find an opportunity to have surgery."

Utaha looked at Yukino with amusement, as if she had heard something absurd. "Would I be stupid enough to get that so-called breast reduction surgery?"

Yukino's tone remained unchanged. "Please note, you were the one who said it was a heavy burden first."

"Even if the burden is heavy, it doesn't warrant such an extreme measure. Besides, even if I did have that kind of surgery, I'm still older than you."

"It's that annoying fat theory again. Every time we talk about this, you make me feel like... like I'm an idiot." Yukino quickly corrected herself.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura's eyes are so clear, is it just my imagination? Was Yukino about to say something about me?

Fushimi Makoto stepped in at the opportune moment to end their argument. "Alright, let's talk about such childish topics later. I'll show you something first."

"Childish?" Utaha and Yukino turned their heads at the same time.

"What are you looking at?" Eriri Spencer Sawamura, who was curious.

Fushimi Makoto brought two hastily made Bamboo-copter from his room and placed them on the table. "I've already given these to Yukino. You're not outsiders, so you should know that."

"This simple little wooden stick is... a toy? But it's far too rudimentary," Utaha commented sharply.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura looked at Fushimi Makoto with the same pitying gaze Fushimi Makoto: "Do you think we'd be interested in such a small toy?"

Five minutes later.

"I actually flew!"

Eriri Spencer Sawamura flew around the living room, both surprised and delighted.

Utaha was also excited to become her "flying buddy".

It's worth mentioning that they came with Fushimi Makoto right after school, so naturally they didn't have time to change their clothes.

So they were still wearing uniform skirts.

Fushimi Makoto looked up, a soft, white hand reached out and covered his eyes.

"Don't worry, I don't have a penchant for peeping under girls' skirts. I was just so excited by their voices that I reflexively looked up to see what was going on," he said.

Yukino suddenly asked, "What color is Eriri Spencer Sawamura?"

How would I know?

"If you're willing to answer honestly, perhaps I'll stay tonight like I did yesterday, Fushimi Woof."

"Pink, it's pink!"

"You saw it, you pervert."

Above Utaha and Eriri Spencer Sawamura are experiencing the novelty of flying in the air, Fushimi Makoto is being elbowed by Yukino.

Everyone was very happy.

After a while, Utaha and the other woman landed, still feeling quite unsatisfied, and only then did they realize that they were wearing skirts.

However, Fushimi Makoto had already gone back to the kitchen to cook.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura's face was flushed, whether from excitement or shyness at the thought that Fushimi Makoto might have seen her, it was hard to tell.

Utaha didn't pay much attention to this little thing, since she had already ridden it anyway.

"This is a good thing." Utaha rarely couldn't control her facial expression.

Yukino hummed in agreement. "I think it's a good thing too."

"Whenever I feel down, I just need to fly around for a bit, and my mood improves a lot." Utaha was still a little excited.

"You and I are thinking the same thing." Yukino gave him an approving look.

There's nothing more relaxing than flying.

If so, it's probably because someone is playing a trick on you...

Eriri Spencer Sawamura, who had been shyly standing to the side, couldn't help but interject after hearing their conversation, "Didn't you two ever think about using this for something else?"

"What are you doing?" Yukino and Utaha looked over at the same time.