Her First Straightforward Big Move
Mrs. Yukinoshita silently swayed her hips as she walked over and locked the door from the inside.
She didn't come back to sit down, but stood there leaning against the door, exuding a powerful queen-like aura. "You may begin."
Fushimi Makoto nodded. "Auntie Sayuri, please have a seat."
"Call me 'sister'!"
Sawamura Sayuri gave him a reproachful look, then obediently sat down.
Fushimi Makoto: "To be honest, this is also my first time trying Hand of God at this time, so I might be a little rusty. Please don't worry if I'm not skilled enough."
"Is this a disclaimer?" Sawamura Sayuri looked at her best friend, blinking.
That little expression was really adorable.
"Rather than a disclaimer, it's more like he's giving you a serious introduction." Mrs. Yukinoshita, who prefers to focus on the key points, looked thoughtful. "Is this your first time? This is quite a good opportunity to observe."
When Fushimi Makoto sat down in front of Sawamura Sayuri, the two ladies in the room instantly focused their attention, not wanting to miss a single second of the scene.
Then, they saw Fushimi Makoto grab Sawamura Sayuri's skirt.
Sawamura Sayuri herself did not react to this.
Since Fushimi Makoto has stated that this is his first demonstration and has even issued a disclaimer, the chances of failure are probably quite high.
It doesn't seem like a big deal.
She thought about it in a relaxed manner.
But what happened next completely overturned her inner thoughts.
The claim that they weren't skilled enough during their first demonstration is a complete lie!
She barely lasted five minutes against the so-called "Hand of God" before collapsing.
During this time, she covered her mouth with her hand, trying her best not to make any embarrassing noises.
The moment Fushimi Makoto withdrew his hand, she blushed and slumped back in the chair, her eyes glazed over.
"... You little rascal, you're lying!" she said weakly.
Fushimi Makoto pulled out a few tissues to wipe his hands. "Just tell me, is it effective or not?"
Sawamura Sayuri closed her eyes and remained silent.
She is enjoying it.
So Fushimi Makoto turned his head to look in the other direction.
Mrs. Yukinoshita's eyes met his, and her heart inexplicably began to pound violently.
She coughed lightly and said, "I'd like to try it later."
"I'm going to sleep soon, who knows when I'll be able to go to sleep again." Fushimi Makoto started playing tricks.
Mrs. Yukinoshita glared at him, knowing full well that he was saying it on purpose, but she really didn't want to wait any longer.
The room was quiet for a moment, then she suddenly raised her hand and let go of her hair. Her jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, scattering behind her snow-white neck.
"Not bad," Fushimi Makoto remarked with a small compliment.
On the other side.
Eriri Spencer Sawamura trained diligently in her room for a while before realizing she had forgotten something.
"It's all his fault. If he hadn't deliberately lied to me, I wouldn't have forgotten."
The girl muttered something awkwardly to herself, trying to excuse herself.
She wanted to go out and Fushimi Makoto; as long as he stopped teasing her, she was willing to bring him in.
"But wouldn't going like this make my intentions too obvious? Wouldn't it make me look bad?"
Eriri Spencer Sawamura became conflicted again.
She continued her training while caught in this dilemma, her mind elsewhere.
She didn't stop exercising until her clothes were soaked with sweat and her hair was completely wet, and then she opened her wardrobe.
Her gaze immediately fell on her favorite pajamas.
But a second later, she looked away and reached for a slip dress that she rarely wore.
"Nightgowns are more comfortable to wear," she reasoned to herself.
Before leaving the house, she took a deep breath to make sure her expression was normal before she finally decided to open the door.
To her surprise, although the lights were still on in the living room and there was tea on the table, there was not a soul in sight.
"Are they going out shopping behind my back?"
Eriri Spencer Sawamura pouted and grumbled for a while.
All my mental preparation was for nothing!
But when she arrived at the bathroom and opened the door, she saw Fushimi Makoto standing in front of the sink, with the sound of running water; he was clearly washing his hands.
"Huh?" Eriri Spencer Sawamura was stunned.
So he didn't abandon me after all!
"Are you done exercising?" Fushimi Makoto turned around, his expression as usual.
"Um, I'm done exercising, I'm going to take a shower now..." Eriri Spencer Sawamura's eyes darted around shyly.
Why isn't he leaving yet?
I already said I wanted to take a shower, does he expect me to shower with him?
No!
Absolutely not!
The girl became shy to herself.
Fushimi Makoto, seemingly oblivious, walked over and opened the bathroom stall door for her. "Do you need me to turn on the water for you?"
Eriri Spencer Sawamura: "Huh?"
Could it be that he really wants to shower with me?
"It seems we don't need it, so I'll head out now." Fushimi Makoto said and left.
"Wait!" Eriri Spencer Sawamura called out instinctively.
Fushimi Makoto stopped and looked at her.
Eriri Spencer Sawamura hurriedly looked away. "It's nothing, you can go out now."
"Good."
As Fushimi Makoto left, Eriri Spencer Sawamura closed the door. Whether she was angry with herself or embarrassed, she pounded her little fists on her nightgown.
Fushimi Makoto heard the commotion inside, and that's when he finally laughed.
He certainly hadn't considered showering with Eriri Spencer Sawamura; given Eriri's shamelessness, she would never agree.
Especially since she had just finished exercising and was covered in sweat, which is the most disheveled time for a girl.
Fushimi Makoto asked that question simply to cover up his own actions.
A famous magician once said: When you don't want people to see something, you have to bring out something else to attract their attention.
As for the master bedroom, it was already completely quiet.
The Hand of God is so useful, you know?
Fushimi Makoto wiped his hands clean, recalling their limp, alluring, and dreamy appearance just moments before.
That was truly wonderful.
The only downside is that it's too early now, and I need to control my emotions.
"Take your time, everything will be alright." Fushimi Makoto remained patient.
Just then, the bathroom door opened, Eriri Spencer Sawamura's rosy face peeked out. She said shyly, "Fushimi, you... you come here for a second."
Um?
Fushimi Makoto was taken aback.
Is she going to take a direct approach?
Fushimi Makoto walked over with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. When they were less than half a meter apart, Eriri Spencer Sawamura became even more shy, lowering her head and remaining silent.
Could it be that the Loser Sage really has a direct, powerful attack?
Fushimi Makoto's anticipation was piqued.
Then, he saw Eriri Spencer Sawamura shyly whisper, "You're not allowed to peek."
Fushimi Makoto: "..."
"Say something! Why aren't you saying anything... Wait, how did you get in here?"
Under Eriri Spencer Sawamura's embarrassed and anxious gaze, Fushimi Makoto open the door and entered.
We've been tricked!
Then I'll switch to hitting a straight shot.
Fushimi Makoto wrapped his arms around the girl's soft waist and, under her startled and embarrassed gaze, whispered, "Do you really enjoy reverse thrusting, Eriri Spencer Sawamura- san?"
Chapter 426 The First Direct Attack
"Are you feeling any better now?"
"Hmm... much better."
"Although your physical strength far exceeds that of the average person, if you don't know how to balance work and rest and like to sit in those weird postures while drawing or doing practice problems, your body will always feel tired."
"I know... Um, could you please stop staring at me like that?"
How can I know what's wrong with your body if I don't check?
"Pervert, lewd, bastard!"
"Eriri Spencer Sawamura, your attack power needs improvement. I suggest you learn more from Yukino."
"What a pervert!"
In the bathroom, Eriri Spencer Sawamura's fair face was already flushed, starting from her little ears and spreading to her entire cute face. Even her soft neck was enhanced by the blush, giving her an unprecedented beauty.
She was sitting in the warm bathtub, with Fushimi Makoto sitting on a small stool behind her.
Although she didn't take off her clothes, the sight of her, a young woman, hunching over in the bathtub was undeniably suggestive.
"I should have been more firm just now..."
Eriri Spencer Sawamura blushed as she thought to herself.
When she heard Fushimi Makoto say, "Do you really like sprinting in the opposite direction?", she inexplicably felt very angry.
Then she thought of Yukino, and Utaha Nakano Ichika.
These three people almost never hid their affection for Fushimi Makoto, and their conversations were always straightforward, whether they were arguing or chatting.
In that instant, Eriri Spencer Sawamura understood why Fushimi Makoto had said those words.
Because that's exactly how she is.
When the other person wanted to eat my ice cream, I was willing, but I subconsciously refused because I was shy.
Rejection is followed by endless regret.
"If Kasumi and Ichika can be so bold, why can't I Sawamura Eriri? I'm not going to go against the grain... no, I would never do that!"
As for why she didn't mention Yukino, it's because Yukino had helped her a lot, and she was too embarrassed to talk about others behind their backs.
Utaha and Nakano Ichika are different. The former is often arguing with Kasumi, while the latter always puts on a friendly attitude whenever she sees Fushimi Makoto, constantly calling him "Makoto."
To be honest, Eriri Spencer Sawamura felt extremely uncomfortable every time she saw that kind of scene, and wished she could switch Nakano Ichika.
After a period of internal struggle, Eriri Spencer Sawamura finally made up her mind, mustered her courage, and made up an excuse to ask Fushimi Makoto to check her body, because she had indeed been feeling a bit tired in her neck joints lately.
That's why we have the ambiguous scene in the bathroom now.