Time Loop in Anime Multiverse, I Do Whatever I Want 38

"Didn't you say you were going to conquer me?"

Fushimi Makoto turned around and began walking back, saying, "Some of the things you've set your mind on might not be as firm as you think."

Provoking me again?

Yukinoshita Yukino adjusted her composure, lifted her chin with confidence, and replied with a smile, "I stand by my own thoughts."

Fushimi Makoto waved his hand and walked away without looking back.

That night, instead of reading in her room as usual, Yukinoshita Yukino stood on the balcony, letting the breeze blow over her.

The night wind brushed past, stirring her hair and plucking at a certain string within her heart.

His voice calling out "Yukino" echoed in her mind.

The young girl felt a warmth rising in her chest; since she was all alone, she made no effort to hide it, and a shy emotion slowly bloomed in her eyes.

Admit it, you actually have feelings for him.

That voice emerged from within her heart.

But her self-control was exceptional, and she quickly suppressed that voice.

The phone in her pocket suddenly vibrated. She picked it up to see that Fushimi Makoto had sent her a photo of herself at the cat cafe.

It looked like he had even touched it up a bit, making it look even more atmospheric than before.

Attached below was a line of text from Fushimi Makoto: [I have to admit, in terms of looks, you're just a tiny bit higher than me.]

Yukinoshita Yukino: [Idiot.]

The text was dismissive, yet she was smiling, and she even saved the photo.

"It's a bit of a pity that I'll forget all of this tomorrow."

She stared at her own photo, lost in thought.

When it was time to rest, she sent a goodnight message to Fushimi Makoto as usual.

In addition to that goodnight, she added one more line: [Sweet dreams.]

Carrying a sense of regret, she closed her eyes.

On the other side, Fushimi Makoto proactively initiated the reset.

[The host may choose to retain the memories of any target. Do you have any requests?]

"Retain Yukinoshita Yukino's memories of today."

Chapter 39: Legs Worth Playing With for a Year

As the sky gradually brightened, Yukinoshita Yukino, who had an extremely healthy sleep schedule, opened her eyes.

The curtains were drawn tight, and not a sliver of light from outside could penetrate them.

Yukinoshita Yukino stared quietly at the pitch-black ceiling, thinking that yesterday's experience had been truly wonderful, but unfortunately...

Wait.

Yesterday?

Just like last time, Yukinoshita Yukino bolted upright in bed.

Because of the sudden movement, the strap of her nightgown slipped off one shoulder, revealing her fair, rounded shoulder and a large expanse of skin.

But she was in no mood to care about that.

"Why do I still remember what happened yesterday?"

Yukinoshita Yukino hurriedly reached for her phone.

The moment she unlocked the screen, Fushimi Makoto sent a message: [Good morning.]

Just as she was about to type a reply to ask him, Fushimi Makoto sent a second message: [Memories are something I think are very precious to you. So, this kind of morning gift should count as sincere, right?]

She was completely stunned.

The resolve she had made "last night," the defenses she had just built up in her heart, felt as if they had been heavily smashed open.

It was like the most critical Critical Hit in a game, achieving a one-hit kill!

"Some of the things you've set your mind on might not be as firm as you think."

His voice echoed in Yukinoshita Yukino's mind once again.

The fact that she still remembered that happy experience from "yesterday" proved that he was right: some things were indeed not as firm as she had thought.

If so, among these "some things," did the things she wasn't so firm about also include her absolute refusal to date him?

Yukinoshita Yukino held her phone, unable to decide how to reply for a long time.

She discovered that her cheeks were burning again.

Admit it, you have feelings.

After sitting on the bed for ten minutes or so, she pulled up her nightgown strap and, with complex emotions, typed: [Good morning, thank you.]

Since only he could enter the time loop, it was obvious that he was the one who had ensured the memory she wanted to keep was preserved.

"Is this the final link in your combo?"

The young girl murmured softly to herself.

She realized that whenever she thought of Fushimi Makoto, she no longer felt as confident as before.

Yesterday, when she had elegantly and calmly told him that she "would not date him," his reaction had been so composed it left her completely bewildered.

Only now did Yukino finally understand; he had still held one trump card left to play back then.

A trump card capable of breaking through her emotional defenses!

"This is trouble."

She whispered a sentence that only she could understand.

And so, for the first time in her life, Yukino skipped class on a whim.

She spent the entire morning at home, intending to read a book and learn something, but she couldn't focus at all.

She turned to practice the piano instead, but as she played, a thought couldn't help but surface in her mind: since that guy seemed to have studied everything, did he know how to play the piano too?

No, that's not right.

Why is my head filled with thoughts of him?

Yukino pressed her slender fingers tightly against the keys; she knew her mental state was completely off.

This book, I can't read it!

This piano, I can't play it!

At ten in the morning, she picked up her phone again and tapped on Fushimi Makoto's social media profile picture.

Yukino: [Do you want to come over for lunch? I'll cook, consider it a thank you for helping me relax yesterday.]

Fushimi Makoto: [What a coincidence, I'm actually out buying groceries right now.]

Seeing this reply, Yukino paused for a moment.

Was it a genuine coincidence, or was it intentional?

She didn't have the nerve to ask.

But when she turned off her phone screen, she clearly saw her own reflection on the glass.

Her expression was completely different from usual.

"I really have lost my mind."

She thought to herself once again.

Approaching 11 o'clock, Fushimi Makoto arrived at Yukino's home.

Yukino reached out to take the bags: "Thank you. How much was it in total? I'll pay you now."

Fushimi Makoto was about to speak, but she added: "I know you want to say that since we're in a time loop, we don't need to worry about money, but I insist."

Huh, she even learned how to preempt me.

It seems you came prepared today, brother.

But I'm afraid your preparation is far from sufficient.

Fushimi Makoto smiled: "Alright."

After paying, Yukino opened the bags and glanced casually at the ingredients, then she froze.

The ingredients were all very fresh.

But the problem was, these were all dishes she liked.

She looked at Fushimi Makoto with a subtle gaze, and the latter also learned how to preempt her: "Haven't we eaten together several times? I just paid a little attention to your tastes."

Yukino was silent for a few seconds, then finally sighed as if helpless: "Why do you always pay attention to details in these areas?"

"What do you think?" Fushimi Makoto countered.

Yukino didn't answer.

What do I think?

I think you're purely after my body.

Yukino set the ingredients down, invited Fushimi Makoto to take a seat, served tea, and brought out some snacks.

"I don't know if you like these, my sister gave them to me last time," Yukino said.

Fushimi Makoto looked at the cookies on the table, and then...

"Are these cream puffs?" He reached out and picked one up.

Yukino: "Yes, cream puffs. My sister bought many boxes."

Fushimi Makoto was just about to pop the puff into his mouth, but upon hearing this, he froze: "Cream puffs?"

Yukino asked suspiciously: "You don't like them?"

"No, I actually like them quite a bit."

Fushimi Makoto did not explain.

After all, this thing was truly hard to explain, and he would easily get elbowed by Yukino!

Thinking about it carefully, Yukino giving him cream puffs sounded strange no matter how you put it.

Fushimi Makoto ate a little, and seeing Yukino preparing to handle the ingredients, he asked, "Do you want me to help you out?"

"No need, you are a guest."

"Actually, my cooking skills are quite good. Perhaps we could take this opportunity to have a contest?"

Yukino turned her head: "Are you serious?"

Her expression was once again like she was looking at an idiot with pity.

Fushimi Makoto said: "It's quite boring for me to just sit here alone."

Yukino did not refuse this time: "Then you can just help me prepare the ingredients, but I insist on being the head chef."

"No problem."

Fushimi Makoto stood up and walked over.

As someone as shameless as him, how could he really be there to compare cooking skills or help out?

For instance, right now, he snatched the apron first, and under Yukino's surprised gaze, he held it up and said: "Turn around and open your arms."

Yukino began to grow wary: "I can do it myself."

Fushimi Makoto mimicked her tone from earlier: "I insist."

Yukino turned around with a straight face.

Girls always choose more comfortable outfits when they are at home.

As she turned, the hem of her water-blue loungewear dress swayed gently, revealing a pair of crystal-clear, straight, and well-proportioned calves that extended upward, making one unable to help but follow them with their eyes to admire the plump thighs hidden beneath the dress, as well as those beautiful waist and hip curves.