Omniverse Time Loop, I Do Whatever I Want

As she spoke, she touched her neck, an involuntary look of happiness appearing on her face: "I have to say, it really feels comfortable."

"Oh, so he just gave you a massage." Nakano Itsuki suddenly realized.

However, she still offered a reminder: "Nino, get down first. What kind of girl just crawls onto a boy's bed like that?"

Nakano Nino: "Please call me Ichika."

Nakano Itsuki: "?"

This time, Nakano Ichika finally caught on: "Wait, are you saying he didn't realize you were pretending to be me?"

"That's right." Nakano Nino found her expression quite amusing.

Nakano Ichika did not find it amusing at all.

She bit her lower lip, her fair, delicate hands clenching tightly into fists.

That kind of enjoyment should have been mine!

It should have all been mine!

Why did I ever suggest this prank of swapping identities?

I was so foolish!

Nakano Ichika felt truly depressed.

She had never experienced such treatment herself, and now, to make matters worse, Nino had beaten her to it.

Although she could tell from Nino's demeanor that nothing had actually happened between her and Fushimi Makoto.

But she could still see that look of pure comfort and satisfaction on Nino's face.

"Is he really that good at massages?" Nakano Ichika couldn't help but ask.

Nakano Nino immediately perked up: "He made me feel so comfortable; I suspect he must have learned from a professional, otherwise he couldn't possibly be this good."

"Really?" Nakano Itsuki's curiosity was piqued as well.

"I guarantee I'm not lying. If you don't believe me, Itsuki, you can just ask him to give you one. You're already friends with him anyway. As for Ichika..."

Nakano Nino couldn't help but laugh again, her beautiful eyes smiling as she looked at the frustrated Ichika: "Right now, I am Ichika and you are Nino, so you aren't allowed to ask him for help."

Nakano Ichika turned completely red.

She took a deep breath, a brilliant smile spreading across her face: "So you mean, I have to keep pretending to be you, right?"

Nakano Nino was just about to speak when she heard Ichika say with a grin: "Do you believe that I'll run over to him right now, use your identity, and take off my stockings to show him my legs?"

Nakano Itsuki's eyes widened: Are you two really playing this wild?

"What are you talking about? Who wants to show me their legs?" Fushimi Makoto's voice came from behind them.

The three girls instantly became well-behaved.

Nakano Nino quickly climbed down. Seeing Fushimi Makoto wiping his hands with a tissue, she remembered he had just massaged her feet, and her face flushed red.

Fushimi Makoto noticed and explained: "Don't worry, there's no scent. I'm just planning to start cooking, so I decided to wash my hands first."

He was telling the truth; Nino's "delicacy" truly had no scent, and the two had agreed to keep the prank on Ichika a secret for the time being.

This was what they called the Odorless Contract.

But Nakano Nino didn't see it that way.

You jerk, don't say things like that out loud!

Having only just felt triumphant, she now turned red as well.

Fushimi Makoto turned to look at Ichika and Itsuki: "Since it's almost dinner time, why don't you two stay and eat?"

"Then I'll take you up on that." Nakano Ichika answered quickly; that was what she had intended all along.

There were too many unexpected turns in the plan, and she had to find a way to salvage it.

Seeing her agree, Nakano Itsuki also added a polite "sorry for the trouble."

The four of them returned to the living room. Fushimi Makoto tied on his apron and glanced at the three girls sitting quietly on the sofa, finding the scene amusing.

Right now, aside from Nakano Itsuki, who still had the presence of mind to focus on the schedule, the other two were likely lost in their own thoughts.

Ichika was feeling depressed about her prank plan.

Nino was caught between shy, wandering thoughts—my feet definitely don't have a scent!—and the dilemma of needing to find an excuse to go home and change her underwear.

However, Fushimi Makoto's combo was not over yet.

He looked at Ichika and said: "Nino, I heard your cooking is excellent. Why don't you come and help me?"

Nakano Ichika pointed at her own face, looking bewildered: "Ah? Me?"

Her expression was as if she had just been told to go and take down the Tang Monk and his disciples.

Nakano Itsuki secretly gave her a look: Should we just end this roleplay game?

Nakano Ichika shook her head, however, and stood up: "I understand, I'll come help you."

Although the prank was frustrating, Makoto thinking I was Nino and asking me to help in the kitchen wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

After all, a cook is allowed to sneak a taste.

As for which kind of "sneaking a taste" that refers to, she had no idea.

Watching the two enter the kitchen, Nakano Itsuki muttered, "I can't believe Nakano Ichika actually went. Can she even help?"

Nakano Nino curled her lip, picking up a cookie and stuffing it into her mouth. "It was her own choice to show off, not my problem..."

She paused, swallowed the cookie, and smiled with a hint of pride. "I'm the MVP of this prank, and she's just a passenger. Look at her, she didn't contribute a thing the whole time."

Nakano Itsuki rolled her eyes. "You're still hung up on that? Aren't you two worried about how this will end?"

"What's there to worry about? The prank was Nakano Ichika's idea. If she can't help in the kitchen, then she's the one who'll lose face."

Nakano Nino said dismissively.

At this moment, Nakano Itsuki raised a question: "Nakano Ichika's cooking skills shouldn't be of any help to Fushimi Makoto, so why did she volunteer to go in just now instead of coming clean about the prank?"

Nakano Nino froze.

That's right.

Why?

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Kitchen.

After tying on an apron, Nakano Ichika didn't help Fushimi Makoto chop vegetables.

She didn't hesitate to take off her wig, puffing out her cheeks as she glared at Fushimi Makoto, the anxiety and frustration in her eyes nearly overflowing. "Makoto, I'm not Nakano Nino, I'm Nakano Ichika!"

Afraid that Fushimi Makoto wouldn't believe her, she added, "The one outside is the fake one; I'm the real Nakano Ichika."

That tone, those little expressions—it inexplicably reminded Fushimi Makoto of a popular internet meme from before he transmigrated: "I'm the real one."

"So, you two swapped identities?" Fushimi Makoto feigned realization.

Nakano Ichika nodded vigorously. "Yes, this was just a prank to begin with."

"Then, whose idea was this prank?"

"...Mine."

"I see. The one who proposed the prank was you, but the one who put in all the effort to carry it out was Nakano Nino, so she's the MVP, and you're just along for the ride."

"That's not true! I was clearly acting as Nakano Nino in earnest, all because I didn't want to ruin the prank. I was the one who proposed the plan, and I was the one who took the initiative to visit. Without me, Nakano Nino wouldn't have even had the chance to perform. The way you look at things, Makoto, makes it very easy to dismiss people's efforts, you know."

Nakano Ichika launched into a long-winded argument.

On the surface, she was refuting him.

But in reality, she was thinking: Who is going to make up for the massage I'm missing out on?

It was something even she hadn't enjoyed yet, but Nakano Nino had snatched the opportunity first!

As the five sisters who grew up together, she understood the subtle changes in her sisters all too well.

Seeing the way Nakano Nino looked so blissfully happy just a moment ago, Nakano Ichika even suspected that Nakano Nino might have been so pleased she could hear the splashing of water.

After all, they were all adolescent girls; having that kind of reaction was only normal.

Just as the two were talking, Nakano Itsuki's voice drifted in from the living room: "Fushimi, it seems you have a guest."

Fushimi Makoto poked his head out of the kitchen: "Itsuki, could you help me open the door? I'm in the middle of chopping vegetables."

"Sure."

Nakano Itsuki popped another small cookie into her mouth and stood up to head to the door.

But as the door opened, she said in surprise, "Teacher Matsukaze?"

Standing at the door was indeed Matsukaze Mayu, carrying a bag and dressed in loungewear.

"Eh? Are you Nakano Itsuki?"

Matsukaze Mayu had met the five sisters before, though she actually found it hard to tell them apart.

But since Nakano Itsuki was a classmate of Fushimi Makoto and her ahoge was very conspicuous, she recognized her instantly.

As Matsukaze Mayu entered the living room, she froze the moment she saw Nakano Nino.

Why are there two girls at Makoto's place?

The next moment, Nakano Ichika poked her head out of the kitchen: "Oh, Teacher Matsukaze? Good afternoon~"

"Oh, hello."

Seeing a third beautiful girl appear, Matsukaze Mayu finally couldn't keep her composure.

Did I come at a bad time?

As this thought crossed her mind, her mood dampened slightly.

Just then, Fushimi Makoto walked out: "Teacher Matsukaze, you've come at the perfect time. I was just thinking that if you didn't come today, I would have called you over for dinner later."

"I-is that so?"

Teacher Matsukaze couldn't help but smile: "In that case, did I arrive at just the right time?"

"I'd say it's perfect timing," Fushimi Makoto replied with a smile.

The gloom in Teacher Matsukaze's heart vanished instantly, and she hurriedly handed over the bag: "I bought some beef; I can help you in the kitchen."

"You're a guest today, so just relax in the living room," Fushimi Makoto said, gesturing toward Nakano Ichika beside him to indicate he already had help.

Only then did Nino and Itsuki realize that since Ichika had taken off her wig, the prank plan had failed.

Consequently, Nino also removed her disguise.

Although Teacher Matsukaze saw it, she didn't think much of it and nodded obediently at Fushimi Makoto: "I understand, then I'll just wait for dinner."

She even generously gifted Fushimi Makoto a sweet smile.

This scene immediately sparked confusion among the girls of the Nakano Family.

Nakano Ichika thought: So the rumored saintly teacher is actually this gentle.

Nakano Nino thought: Teacher Matsukaze is so petite; combined with the tone she just used, anyone who didn't know better would think she was a little sister from next door.

Nakano Itsuki thought: Is it just my imagination? Teacher Matsukaze is even gentler toward Fushimi than she is at school, and she even seems a bit obedient.

After a brief chat with Teacher Matsukaze, Fushimi Makoto returned to the kitchen with Nakano Ichika.

"Teacher Matsukaze is really gentle, isn't she?"

Nakano Ichika remarked as she helped grab some plates.

Fushimi Makoto agreed: "Indeed, compared to your prank-loving personality, she actually seems more like the junior."

Nakano Ichika covered her mouth and chuckled: "Can I take that as you complimenting me on being mature?"

"Why are you just as narcissistic as Yukinoshita?"

"Eh? Yukinoshita is narcissistic?"