They're Just Kids, They Don't Know What They're Saying

"Thanks for reminding me."

She wasn't embarrassed at all. Instead, she got up, opened her bag, bent down, and took out a new pair of flesh-colored stockings.

Fushimi Makoto glanced at it quickly.

Wow, there are even black stockings!

Wait, what's that pointy thing that looks like a rocket nose?

Could it be a "physical holy sword exclusively for women"?

"What are you looking at?" Mrs. Yukinoshita was very perceptive and naturally noticed his gaze.

Fushimi Makoto asked bluntly, "What's that little rocket-shaped toy?"

To everyone's surprise Mrs. Yukinoshita blushed and retorted angrily, "You already said it's a small toy, why are you still asking?"

Fushimi Makoto was greatly surprised.

No way, I actually guessed it right?

But shouldn't those kinds of toys all be the Purple Mood style?

Mrs. Yukinoshita gritted her teeth and glared angrily at Fushimi Makoto.

But in her heart she was thinking: I should have refused that idiot Sayuri. She insisted on giving me this thing, saying that it was quite useful.

Now, all that's left between her and Sawamura Sayuri is to break through that barrier.

The two had long ago guessed each other's relationship with Fushimi Makoto.

However, they haven't had a formal meeting or brought it up yet.

As for that little toy, it was of course a gift from Sawamura Sayuri.

Moreover, the reason given for the gift was infuriating. "You must be the repressed type of woman, so this thing must be a great help to you, since your needs are quite significant."

When she heard that, she almost couldn't resist using that "rocket model" as a weapon to beat her best friend up.

"You didn't see anything just now, you know that?" She took a deep breath, her tone icy.

"Understood," Fushimi Makoto agreed.

Mrs. Yukinoshita's expression softened somewhat. "Is there anything else?"

That's all.

"Then why aren't you leaving?"

"I'd like to learn some of your yoga, and see if there's anything I can instruct you on."

After a brief silence, Mrs. Yukinoshita asked sternly, "You're going to instruct me?"

"Yes," Fushimi Makoto replied, then added, "I have studied yoga extensively."

"Then what is your purpose in studying this?"

"To guide you."

"Go out."

"Okay, to be honest, I actually did it to improve my flexibility."

"Go out."

Fushimi Makoto turned and walked out, muttering, "I came here out of kindness to remind you, and you turn your back on me like that."

Then I heard her voice from behind. "I'll wear the black stockings later."

Oh, and there's a reward too.

Fushimi Makoto was somewhat satisfied.

Chapter 408 The child is just joking and doesn't understand.

Mrs. Yukinoshita came out of the house after changing into black stockings. Apart from Sawamura Sayuri giving her a second glance, Eriri Spencer Sawamura Hiratsuka Shizuka didn't pay any attention to her.

"I don't know where I bumped into those stockings, but they got a hole in them," Mrs. Yukinoshita explained calmly, meeting her best friend's questioning gaze.

"You must not have noticed when you took your things this morning." Sawamura Sayuri recalled that when the two of them were checking their luggage that morning, she had jokingly given her a "rocket model."

Mrs. Yukinoshita understood her best friend's meaning, of course. She glanced at her with a stern face and didn't reply.

Sawamura Sayuri covered her mouth and chuckled.

She had never actually used that product; she used to use the Purple Mood.

Because she encountered someone with fierce firepower, she no longer uses the Purple Mood; it basically just gathers dust in her drawer.

She gave the "rocket model" to Mrs. Yukinoshita partly because she thought it was fun, and partly because it was the first time she had ever seen this kind of intimate toy, so she secretly bought two.

At 10:30 a. m., Fushimi Makoto went out to buy groceries alone.

He prepared a lavish lunch as a way of thanking the two beautiful women for covering all the travel expenses.

"So this is the peanut you were talking about earlier, Yukinoshita? How interesting, it even tastes like alcohol, and it's delicious."

When Sawamura Sayuri first tasted Fushimi Makoto's peanut brittle, she almost immediately fell in love with it.

"Eat less. This stuff is delicious, but you'll get drunk if you eat too much," Mrs. Yukinoshita reminded her.

"Huh? You can get drunk?" Sawamura Sayuri was stunned.

Hiratsuka Shizuka and Matsukaze Mayu were also completely bewildered.

In their memory, Mrs. Yukinoshita wasn't someone who liked to joke around, but the problem was, how could a mere peanut with a slight alcohol taste possibly make someone drunk?

"So this stuff can actually make you drunk?" Eriri Spencer Sawamura popped two more into her mouth, her eyes crinkling with delight at the delicious taste.

"Yukinoshita, you're joking, right?" Sawamura Sayuri said, disbelieving.

Fushimi Makoto glanced Mrs. Yukinoshita Makoto Fushimi, who was eating with his head down. "My daughter, Haruno, once got so drunk at Makoto's house because she ate too much."

Sawamura Sayuri and the others were even more confused.

With a defiant attitude, Hiratsuka Shizuka and Sawamura Sayuri began to experiment with peanuts more often.

Matsukaze Mayu knew she had a low alcohol tolerance, so she didn't eat much.

After lunch, both Sawamura Sayuri and Hiratsuka Shizuka had lovely blushes on their faces, and their eyes were somewhat glazed over.

"It tastes really good." Hiratsuka Shizuka chuckled, her unusually innocent smile clearly indicating that she was under the influence of alcohol.

"Yes, it's delicious." Sawamura Sayuri cupped her burning face, looking incredibly cute like a young girl.

Fushimi Makoto saw all of this, and before they caused him any trouble, he tidied up the table, got up, and left.

Matsukaze Mayu was a virtuous woman. Seeing Fushimi Makoto tidying up by Fushimi Makoto, she couldn't sit still and joined in to help.

Mrs. Yukinoshita watched the two figures, her eyes flickering for a moment, but in the end she did not call out to them.

Since Sawamura Sayuri and the others were all caught up in their own fantasies, their afternoon shopping plans were naturally cancelled.

Fushimi Makoto was in charge of guiding Eriri Spencer Sawamura's studies, Matsukaze Mayu the side, a sweet smile on her face.

Everything seemed perfect.

This is on the premise that you ignore Mrs. Yukinoshita's gaze from the side.

Although she Fushimi Makoto's current perception abilities, no matter what small moves she made, he couldn't hide them from him.

In the half hour he spent tutoring Eriri Spencer Sawamura, he noticed that the beautiful woman had already looked at Matsukaze Mayu six times.

If nothing unexpected happens, she should really want to find out the truth about that matter, but because Eriri Spencer Sawamura, a junior, is still around, she just can't bring herself to ask.

As evening fell, and with Sawamura Sayuri and Hiratsuka Shizuka waking up, everyone took their clothes and went to soak in the hot spring.

Fushimi Makoto naturally had his own separate pool.

While enjoying the comfort of the steaming hot spring pool, he picked up his phone and chatted online with Utaha Nakano Ichika.

Utaha was mainly reporting on the script's progress to him, while Nakano Ichika was complaining about how tiring the promotional work for the movie was.

It's worth mentioning that when Utaha was talking to Fushimi Makoto about Nakano Nino, the frequency of her messages increased significantly.

The three of them teamed up again by chance last time.

Furthermore, because Nakano Nino and Utaha have "activated their Sage Mode," the two have also started to compete in honing their oratory skills.

In the end, Nakano Nino had the most sneak-out attempts, won.

She even learned to drink a sip of chilled juice before practicing.

Her smug and provocative gaze at that moment made Utaha laugh in exasperation.

Fushimi Makoto finished soaking in the hot spring and returned to his room, he had just arrived in the living room and hadn't even had a chance to sit down when the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open, and a graceful and sexy figure walked out.

"You finished soaking so quickly too?" Fushimi Makoto was somewhat surprised.

"I ran into an acquaintance outside and chatted with her for a while. Now I'm getting ready to go to the hot spring." Mrs. Yukinoshita walked over carrying a towel and a yukata.

Fushimi Makoto nodded, asking casually, "You won't be wearing black stockings tonight, will you?"

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask," she said coldly.

This means: Just look with your eyes, don't talk with your mouth.

But Fushimi Makoto is not the kind of person who would be intimidated into silence.

He sat down against the kotatsu, muttering regretfully, "It would be such a shame if we couldn't see such a beautiful view anymore."

Mrs. Yukinoshita didn't bother to reply. She went back to her room, messed up her hair that was tied up, and then combed it neatly.

She also grew long, straight black hair.

Just then, she heard a soft thud from the side. She instinctively turned her head and saw a flashlight fall out of the side pocket of Fushimi Makoto's luggage.

"Why did he bring this with him? Is he planning to go on an adventure at night?"

Mrs. Yukinoshita walked over, picked up the flashlight, and then dismissed her guess.

She figured Fushimi Makoto definitely had no interest in going out for nighttime adventures.

But if you're just going out to soak in a hot spring, there's no reason why you'd need a flashlight.

She also knew that Fushimi Makoto was a meticulous person, and if he had brought something with him beforehand, it must be useful.

So...

"Could it be that he wants to make it easier to visit neighbors late at night?"

It's no wonder Mrs. Yukinoshita would overthink things, since Fushimi Makoto has a history of such behavior.

She immediately grabbed a flashlight and went to the door, calling out, "Makoto, come here for a second."

"What's wrong?" Fushimi Makoto lazily crawled out from under the kotatsu.

Although his body was no longer afraid of the cold, the kotatsu was a magical thing; once he sat down next to it, he seemed never to want to get up again.

Fushimi Makoto stood up, he immediately noticed the flashlight that Mrs. Yukinoshita was holding.

He couldn't help but be a little surprised. "What's this?"

Keep in mind that he hadn't even explained the purpose of the flashlight to the other party yet.

This was also part of his plan to distract the two aunts. He originally intended to take it out when everyone gathered together in the evening, which would alleviate Hiratsuka Shizuka and Matsukaze Mayu's worries.

"This flashlight just fell out of your bag. I'm a little curious, why did you bring this with you?" Mrs. Yukinoshita said, her slender fingers unconsciously pressing the switch.

The flashlight beam immediately shone on Fushimi Makoto.

With his reaction speed, he could have easily dodged it.

But the instant the flashlight came on, he suddenly realized that this might be a good way to distract himself.

So he stood still.

The next moment, he shrank continuously under Mrs. Yukinoshita's shocked gaze.

Only when his body transformed into that of a primary school student did he move out of the flashlight's beam.

"Thud."

Mrs. Yukinoshita dropped the towel and yukata from her hands to the ground. Her delicate red lips trembled a few times, but in the end, she was too shocked to utter a sound.

Fushimi Makoto calmly said, "This is what I mentioned during the day: I have something even more powerful than the Bamboo-copter."

"You..."