Now She's Really Shizuka-chan

Fushimi Makoto and his companion went to the supermarket to buy groceries.

On the way, Hiratsuka Shizuka belatedly asked, "I just remembered, hasn't Hayama changed a lot?"

"Yes."

Do you know why?

"Pretty much, he found his goal, was inspired by everyone's hard work and enthusiasm, and decided to achieve something so that he wouldn't have wasted his time," Fushimi Makoto without hiding anything.

Hiratsuka Shizuka pondered for a moment, then laughed, "Aren't you just saying that he made up his mind because he was influenced by you? That's the same as before, you're just bragging."

"After all, he did find his direction after filming," Fushimi Makoto said, adding that he deserved the credit.

While the two were grocery shopping at the supermarket, Matsukaze Mayu called.

Hiratsuka Shizuka didn't try to Fushimi Makoto, and answered the phone casually, "Mayu, I'm shopping for groceries with Makoto right now, we'll be over in a bit."

"Oh? Oh, then I'll wait for you at home."

"Remember to change into a nice outfit; that guy's been eyeing your stockings for ages."

"... No, that's not true."

Fushimi Makoto felt he couldn't be slandered to his face, so he immediately interjected, "I don't think I said that just now?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka glanced at him sideways. "I also brought stockings, black ones at that."

Fushimi Makoto stood at attention with awe. "That's right, I've been longing for your stockings."

Hiratsuka Shizuka chuckled, feeling her cheeks flush slightly, and immediately turned around. "Mayu, you heard that, didn't you?"

"... I heard you, I'll wear it." Matsukaze Mayu's voice was shy.

"It's black too, right?"

"Yes, a tank top."

"Ha?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka was dumbfounded.

I thought I was bold enough, but I didn't expect you to be even more daring than me?

I've only ever seen tank tops and such in magazines...

After leaving the supermarket, Hiratsuka Shizuka suddenly stopped and looked in a certain direction with a strange expression.

"What's wrong?" Fushimi Makoto looked over and saw three women chatting by the roadside. They all looked to be around thirty years old.

Hiratsuka Shizuka coughed lightly. "They are acquaintances of mine, you could call them friends, but I don't know if I should go over and say hello."

Is it because something makes you feel embarrassed?

"Huh? You can read minds?"

How come you only just noticed?

"Honestly, you're already getting cocky after just one sentence."

Hiratsuka Shizuka gave Fushimi Makoto her eyes.

However, after being interrupted, she relaxed a bit and said softly, "We met at a matchmaking event. Since we share common interests and are both single, we naturally became friends..."

She paused briefly, then added, "We're just ordinary friends, nowhere near the level of my relationship with Mayu."

Fushimi Makoto tapped his chin. "After all, you're teammates."

Hiratsuka Shizuka blushed, about to explode, Fushimi Makoto cleverly changed the subject. "So you feel embarrassed because they all found boyfriends at the matchmaking event?"

"... Yes."

Hiratsuka Shizuka's morale plummeted instantly.

The next second, she caught a glimpse of Fushimi Makoto forcefully pounding his chest, making loud thumping sounds.

She couldn't hold back and burst out laughing, "Alright, alright, I get what you mean. You just want to say: I still have you."

"Let's go, they're all looking this way. Let's go say hello, I promise it won't embarrass you," Fushimi Makoto said.

"Hmm." Hiratsuka Shizuka's smile widened.

After the two left, Fushimi Makoto quickly took control of the conversation, as he was now a celebrity and had just made the news again because of the challenge incident.

The three women didn't even ask Hiratsuka Shizuka if she was still going on blind dates; their attention was entirely focused on Fushimi Makoto.

Fushimi Makoto didn't hold back, describing to them how dangerous yesterday's challenge was, based on his own experience.

"Wait, dangerous?" One of the curly-haired women looked puzzled. "But I saw the video online; you defeated that Muay Thai expert with just one move."

"Although it was only one move, that one move consumed all my strength and determination."

"Uh, is that so?"

"That's how it is when masters clash. You've probably seen movies or read novels about it, right? Masters fight each other by testing their strength in a split second. Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue are examples of that."

"Excuse me, Fushimi-kun, who are these people you're talking about? We're quite ignorant; we've never heard of them before."

"They are all top-notch experts from China. If you are interested, you can look up their life stories online."

"Okay, thank you for sharing."

Even after Fushimi Makoto Hiratsuka Shizuka left, the three were still excitedly whispering among themselves, "So it seems that what Fushimi-kun said in the video about the Breakwater Style Karate and ancient Chinese martial arts was all true?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka was also curious about this question, "Who is Ye Gucheng?"

Fushimi Makoto: "A master in a novel."

Hiratsuka Shizuka was taken aback, then chuckled, "So, you were talking to them so seriously for so long, but it turned out you were just chatting about novels?"

"Discussing novels is also a form of communication, don't you understand?"

"... You knew perfectly well that's not what I meant, how awful."

Hiratsuka Shizuka couldn't help but laugh and pat him on the shoulder.

This gesture is very intimate, and it even has a slightly coquettish feel to it.

Hiratsuka Shizuka by looking away, pretending nothing had happened.

Although she could boldly invite Fushimi Makoto in a row, she was rather hesitant to flirt in public.

After all, she was the one who stole the house.

After arriving home, the two messaged Matsukaze Mayu, who quickly came over.

Her appearance immediately made her the most captivating sight in the living room.

Not only were her breasts heavy, but her incredibly slender waist connected to her full, round curves. The bodycon skirt, with its hem just covering her knees, perfectly showcased her figure.

As she sat down in the living room, her beautiful legs, hidden in black stockings, naturally came together, straight and shapely, like a bright and charming flower, blooming gracefully.

Fushimi Makoto recalled the keyword she had mentioned on the phone earlier—suspenders.

Unfortunately, the skirt was still too long, and she couldn't tell at all.

Matsukaze Mayu naturally noticed Fushimi Makoto's gaze. Her cheeks flushed, she lowered her head, pretending to drink water, but her rosy lips couldn't help but curl upwards.

She didn't ask Fushimi Makoto if it was good or not, because she knew that if she did, his answer would definitely be, "It's amazing, I love it, I want to watch it more."

"I'll go cook first." Fushimi Makoto tied on his apron and went to the kitchen.

Hiratsuka Shizuka walked up to Matsukaze Mayu a smile, then suddenly reached out and grabbed her best friend's skirt, gently lifting it in front of the other's surprised and embarrassed gaze.

"Wow, you actually wore it!" Hiratsuka Shizuka exclaimed in surprise.

Matsukaze Mayu and slapped the other person's hand away. "Shizuka, what are you doing?"

"Curious," Hiratsuka Shizuka said, turning to look at the bag she had brought, inside which was a pair of black stockings.

Moreover, it's the kind that has a bright, shiny sheen under light.

She had only ever seen this style on cosplayers before. When she first saw it online, she thought it was quite pretty and it stuck in her mind.

I'll seduce him tonight!

Hiratsuka Shizuka thought about what was about to happen, her cheeks flushed again.

Chapter 394 Now she's really become Jing Ke'ai.

Inside the kitchen.

While chopping vegetables, Fushimi Makoto noticed a new change in himself—his fingers had become more dexterous.

He recalled that he hadn't specifically practiced anything to improve his finger dexterity, but he could clearly feel that the dexterity and flexibility of all ten fingers had improved significantly.

He can now easily perform hand speed magic tricks that require extensive practice.

Fushimi Makoto flexed his knuckles, thinking to himself that his hands were getting closer and closer to the level of "Hand of God".

Just then, footsteps sounded behind them, followed by Matsukaze Mayu's curious voice. "What are you doing?"

"Move your fingers." Fushimi Makoto turned around and demonstrated the dexterity of his fingers to her.

Matsukaze Mayu, however, seemed to remember something, and her cheeks instantly flushed red.

His fingers are so long and so nimble, no wonder he can...

Fushimi Makoto sensed the change in the beautiful teacher's mood and couldn't help but chuckle, "What are you thinking? Come to think of it, you've been corrupted by Teacher Hiratsuka."

"... I didn't, and Shizuka didn't lead me astray either; it was all my own idea." Matsukaze Mayu didn't like to shirk responsibility.

Although she was very shy, she still said softly, "Makoto, you also bear some responsibility."

"I?"

"Hmm, your actions just now were too... too suggestive, it's really hard not to make my imagination run wild."

Fushimi Makoto was speechless.

She wasn't wrong at all; after all, when she used to touch him inappropriately, it was basically the same gesture she just made.

"Oh right, I almost forgot." Matsukaze Mayu picked up the plastic bag in her hand, inside which was a small flashlight.

"What is this?" Fushimi Makoto didn't understand.

"My flashlight is broken. Even after I changed the batteries, it still doesn't light up. Makoto, can you fix it?"

"I actually know how to do that."

Fushimi Makoto reached out and took the bag, picked up the red flashlight inside and examined it. Although the surface looked clean, the signs of use couldn't be erased, and he guessed that the thing had probably been used for many years.

Matsukaze Mayu's next words confirmed his speculation. "This was a birthday present my mother gave me when I graduated from elementary school. Because I really like this color, and it also has special meaning, I've kept it until now."

"Then you've really come to the right person. I used to study repairing home appliances when I had nothing else to do." Fushimi Makoto wasn't in a hurry to cook. He went to his room to get his tools first, and then went back to the kitchen to disassemble the flashlight.

Matsukaze Mayu, holding her skirt, obediently squatted beside him, holding a handkerchief in her hand, clearly wanting to wipe his sweat.

Fushimi Makoto chuckled. "You can put the handkerchief away. It's just fixing something small; it won't be that tiring."

Matsukaze Mayu put away her handkerchief, her beautiful eyes sparkling. "Is there anything else I can do?"

"Do what?"

"Like this... you really like it anyway."

Matsukaze Mayu she spoke, pulling up a small stool to sit down and casually lifting her skirt.

Hiss!

You still dare to say that Jing Ke'ai didn't lead you astray?

Providing benefits to others while they're working—you can't possibly be someone you learned to do yourself, can you?

Fushimi Makoto was filled with reverence.

Matsukaze Mayu's face was so red it was almost bleeding, but she suppressed her shame and tried her best to make Fushimi Makoto happy.

After all, she was an honest and shy woman. Once she decided on someone she liked, she would do her best to do whatever that person liked.

"If Shizuka saw this, she'd be terrified," Fushimi Makoto joked, looking at the thin black fabric.

Matsukaze Mayu, said, "I'll persuade Shizuka to join me in making you happy."

Fushimi Makoto: "..."

It's truly irresistible when a shy beauty musters the courage to utter such alluring words.

This is a test that no one can withstand!