I Did It on Purpose

Or not keep it?

But once I stay, will I really just be chatting?

The answer is, of course, no.

I had that thought a long time ago: I absolutely cannot fall behind Sayuri.

"Why don't you stay and chat?" Fushimi Makoto extended an invitation.

Mrs. Yukinoshita didn't move, but asked, "What's there to talk about? You're not going to tell the truth anyway. If we keep talking, we'll just be listening to your usual nonsense."

"I can teach you to become stronger." Fushimi Makoto a pose like Popeye showing off his muscles.

"Thank you, but I'm not that eager to become physically stronger," she politely declined.

"Then I can share my experience in body management with you."

"Then there's no need for that. I'm very happy with my figure now."

"Oops, are you completely unyielding?"

"Your expression is finally starting to look somewhat interesting." This time, her smile was genuine.

Fushimi Makoto sighed, "Do you only feel happy when you see me make a fool of myself?"

"Otherwise what?"

As she said this, Mrs. Yukinoshita couldn't help but clench her teeth.

Think about it carefully, how many times have you embarrassed yourself in front of him?

"It seems there's no chance to chat tonight," Fushimi Makoto sighed again.

Mrs. Yukinoshita glanced at him, turned around, opened the door, and walked out with a stern face.

Sawamura Sayuri was eating an apple in the living room. Hearing the door open, she looked up, her expression perfectly brimming with curiosity. "What did you two talk about?"

"Weren't you eavesdropping the whole time? Why are you asking me now?" Mrs. Yukinoshita directly exposed her best friend.

"No way! I was watching TV here just now."

"Oh!"

Mrs. Yukinoshita lazy to listen to her best friend's excuses, went straight back to her room.

As soon as the door closed, Sawamura Sayuri threw down the apple, got up, and ran to Fushimi Makoto's door. "What did you two talk about?"

"She must have discovered some clues," Fushimi Makoto without hiding anything.

"Huh? How is this possible? I'm pretty sure I didn't give anything away." Sawamura Sayuri said in a low voice, her face slightly flushed.

"I probably don't have any leads on my end," Fushimi Makoto.

He wasn't worried; the page would be refreshed after tonight anyway.

Sawamura Sayuri was a little nervous.

But she couldn't figure out the reason right away. As she got a little impatient, she simply stopped thinking about it, "Forget it, judging from her expression, she probably didn't find out much. I'm going to go work out with Eriri Spencer Sawamura and the others. They've been doing some body management exercises."

About half an hour later, Fushimi Makoto, bored while sitting in the room, extended his senses outwards.

Sawamura Sayuri was still with Yukino and the others, but this time they weren't training anymore; instead, they were discussing the new short film that Yukino had mentioned before.

"Sayuri Lily is so energetic!"

Fushimi Makoto smiled and then went to observe what was happening on Mrs. Yukinoshita's side.

The next second, his smile froze.

Because he heard a rapid, suppressed breathing.

And that very strange buzzing sound.

No, I haven't even unleashed Nino Divine Power yet, and you're already holding back?

Fushimi Makoto was stunned for a moment, then he realized the reason.

Was it because she had already guessed the truth about swallowing a thousand needles, and after returning to her room alone, she started uncontrollably imagining things?

If that's the case, then I have no choice but to make my appearance!

After all, the heavy breathing she was breathing inside the room sounded like she was on the verge of death.

Chapter 392 was intentional.

Logically speaking, since everyone was still awake and it wasn't too late, the auntie just opened the little toy on her own, which didn't seem like her style at all.

But Fushimi Makoto clearly sensed that things were as he had imagined.

Unless the other party already knew that Sawamura Sayuri wouldn't be returning to her room anytime soon.

Fushimi Makoto stepped forward thoughtfully, tentatively grasped the doorknob, and gently turned it.

The door wasn't locked.

This makes the risks even greater, and also more exciting.

He didn't go in directly, but retreated to his previous position and continued to sense the movements inside the room.

At that moment, the door to the room behind him opened, and Eriri Spencer Sawamura, wearing a nightgown, came out.

Their eyes met, Eriri Spencer Sawamura, somewhat surprised, "What are you doing standing here?"

Fushimi Makoto didn't speak, but glanced at her smooth little feet that were exposed because she wasn't wearing slippers.

It's fair and tender, and can be held in one hand.

A standard jade foot.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura blushed and quickly closed the door, lowering her voice in embarrassment and annoyance, "W-what are you looking at?"

"I'm just curious, why aren't you wearing shoes?" Fushimi Makoto looked away.

"Because I just came out for a drink of water, I'm going back in right away... No, don't try to change the subject!"

Eriri Spencer Sawamura blushed and pretended to be angry. "You're not allowed to look at my feet."

"Okay, then I won't watch it anymore." Fushimi Makoto nodded.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura: "..."

No, you just agreed like that?

Why don't you come up with a few more excuses? Maybe I'll be willing to let you see it?

Eriri Spencer Sawamura felt a surge of intense regret, but she couldn't bring herself to admit it, so she could only sulk, huff, and go to pour herself some water.

Fushimi Makoto stood still.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura kept glancing back while pouring water.

She glanced at it several times and deliberately slowed down her drinking, just to wait for Fushimi Makoto to speak.

To her dismay, the person seemed to be standing there lost in thought, completely unaware of her gaze.

"You're an idiot!"

Eriri Spencer Sawamura said something, embarrassed and annoyed, and left with her water glass.

As she re-entered the house, Sawamura Sayuri noticed her flushed face and asked, "Why is your face so red?"

"I got so angry at an idiot... Never mind, let's not talk about that anymore, let's continue discussing the new script." Eriri Spencer Sawamura snorted twice, unwilling to continue the conversation.

Sawamura Sayuri guessed that her daughter must have talked to Fushimi Makoto about something, but since his reaction was a common occurrence, she didn't press him further.

Outside the house.

Fushimi Makoto waited in the same spot for a while, making sure the sounds from the guest room were getting better, before he went over.

As soon as the door opened, the figure on the bed immediately sat up and quickly covered himself with the blanket.

Her hair was disheveled, and beads of sweat even appeared on her forehead. An unnatural blush rose on her beautiful face. Although the blanket covered her body, it was clear from the disheveled pajamas on her shoulders that most of the buttons on the pajamas were undone.

"How did you get in? Why didn't you knock?" Mrs. Yukinoshita had excellent composure; even when someone suddenly barged in, her tone remained completely composed.

"Sorry, I forgot," Fushimi Makoto said dismissively.

Mrs. Yukinoshita stared at his face, her eyes flickering. "I need to rest. If you don't have anything important to do, you can leave now."

Fushimi Makoto didn't answer and simply closed the door.

In an instant, Mrs. Yukinoshita's heart pounded.

Fushimi Makoto, seemingly oblivious, feigned confusion. "You seem to be sweating... Oh, it is indeed a little hot today."

"Hmm." Mrs. Yukinoshita didn't know how to answer, so she simply agreed.

"You should turn on the air conditioner."

"The air conditioning is too cold."

"Then let's turn on the electric fan," Fushimi Makoto said, his eyes scanning the surroundings as if searching for something.

Mrs. Yukinoshita was puzzled when she saw his gaze suddenly fall on the chair beside the bed. "Found it, the remote control for the electric fan was here all along."

Wait, that's not the fan remote!

She almost lost her composure.

But it was too late for her to stop them.

Moreover, she is not able to move easily.

Under her angry and embarrassed gaze, Fushimi Makoto picked up the remote control and muttered to himself, "Why are there so few buttons on this remote? Is there some new technology for fans these days?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fushimi Makoto pressed the "Start" button on the remote control.

Mrs. Yukinoshita bit her lip, remaining silent.

"Why isn't the fan moving?" Fushimi Makoto looked at the unresponsive smart fan in front of him and pressed the "+" button again.

Mrs. Yukinoshita's face seemed to turn even redder.

Her eyes began to tremble, even becoming unfocused.

The buzzing sound could still be faintly heard from inside the blankets.

Fushimi Makoto pressed the "+" button twice more.

"Stop!"

Mrs. Yukinoshita had no choice but to speak up.

If this continues, she won't be able to hold back anymore.

She took a deep breath, sweat trickling down her beautiful face, her eyes filled with unmistakable shame and anger. "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"

"What are you saying?" Fushimi Makoto asked in return.

She seemed even angrier. "I'm sure now that you did it on purpose."

Fushimi Makoto didn't rush to answer, but instead pretended to listen attentively.

Mrs. Yukinoshita was taken aback. Just as she was about to ask a question, she saw him raise his hand and shush her.

Five seconds later, Fushimi Makoto put down the remote control and said, "They're still discussing the new script."

Mrs. Yukinoshita was startled again, her face burning even hotter.

She understood Fushimi Makoto's unspoken message: there's still enough time.

This means that the other party admits to intentionally taking the wrong remote control.

Under the expectant gaze of her eyes, Fushimi Makoto rolled up his sleeves, displaying his nimble hands, and said with the air of a professional, "It's time to begin."

This time, she unusually remained silent, and the anger in her eyes clearly disappeared.

With a thud, she leaned back, her entire mature body lying down.

Q: What should I do if the enemy is at the kill threshold?

A: Of course, we should kill them mercilessly!

Approximately fifteen minutes later.

Sawamura Sayuri came out of the room over there.

She had just reached the bedroom door when her expression suddenly froze.