Omniverse Time Loop, I Do Whatever I Want 45

Nakano Ichika received some new information.

Then she remembered, setting aside the likes of Yukinoshita for a moment, that she still had business to attend to.

Without waiting for Fushimi Makoto to speak, she blinked her eyes, leaned her fragrant, soft body closer, and tilted her head with a cute expression: "You already gave Nino the benefit of a massage, so what about me?"

Fushimi Makoto put down the kitchen knife and opened his arms toward her.

Nakano Ichika's beautiful eyes lit up, and she feigned shyness: "A hug? I don't think that's enough."

Although she said that, her body was very proactive, leaning directly into Fushimi Makoto's embrace.

It had to be said, the five sisters were truly well-endowed.

Even though it was just a simple movement of leaning into his arms, it made Fushimi Makoto feel an astonishing elasticity.

Fushimi Makoto wrapped his arms around her slender waist, lowered his head, and whispered into her delicate, crystalline ear: "That 'acting cute' trick doesn't work on me."

Nakano Ichika's body trembled slightly.

The two were so close that the hot breath Fushimi Makoto exhaled blew against her ear and neck, leaving the girl—who was great at verbal sparring but had zero practical experience—with a momentary blank mind.

The shyness on her face this time wasn't faked; ripples of bashfulness spread through the watery depths of her eyes as she slowly lifted her flushed face to meet Fushimi Makoto's gaze.

"Why is it 'acting' cute? Am I not cute?"

She endured the shyness, attempting to continue her offensive.

Fushimi Makoto was amused the moment he heard that.

Still trying to create a romantic atmosphere, are we?

Fine, I'll help you out.

Fushimi Makoto stared into her eyes, tightened his grip on her waist, and said deliberately: "You are considered cute right now."

Nakano Ichika immediately followed up: "Then what would be considered even cuter?"

Fushimi Makoto never liked to hide his intentions, speaking his mind directly: "You're wearing stockings today, and they look truly beautiful."

In an instant, Nakano Ichika's body went numb.

She almost collapsed into his arms.

Because she understood exactly what Fushimi Makoto meant: I want to play with your legs.

This kind of simple, crude, and direct approach instantly shattered her fragile facade.

She subconsciously glanced at the half-closed kitchen door, used the momentum to break free from Fushimi Makoto's embrace, and then, pretending to be nonchalant, walked to the door and nudged it shut with her elbow.

The next second, she sat on a chair with a flushed face, kicked off her slippers, and slowly lifted her beautiful legs, which were encased in stockings.

She sounded as if she were possessed by Matsukaze Mayu, her voice soft and sweet: "You're only allowed to play for a little while, Big Brother~"

Fushimi Makoto felt a surge of respect.

As expected of the eldest of the five sisters, just this sudden shift to a soft, melting tone was enough to make a man stand at attention!

Just then, Nakano Ichika remembered something: Makoto had called her legs "delicacies."

Although she didn't hate being licked by him, this was the kitchen, and there were others outside.

What if she started feeling something while he was licking them?

So, she shyly added: "Only playing, no licking."

Small workshops really do pack a punch!

Chapter 46: Small-Headed Dad, Big-Headed Son

Nakano Ichika's cooking skills weren't very high, and furthermore, she was currently so affected by Fushimi Makoto that she found it increasingly difficult to help with the meal.

After a while, Fushimi Makoto washed his hands and began chopping vegetables. Meanwhile, she leaned limply against the chair, resting for a full ten minutes before she could recover.

"I'll help you." She steadied herself on the chair and stood up.

At this moment, her smooth, jade-like legs were completely exposed to the air, and under the kitchen lights, they truly lived up to the saying: white enough to glow.

As for the stockings she had been wearing, they had already been gifted to Fushimi Makoto.

She had actually had a similar thought before—to borrow stockings from Nino to wear herself, and then give them away.

But she hadn't expected this day to come so soon.

What she expected even less was that she would be so weak. Just from letting him play with her legs for a little while, her body had gone soft, and she couldn't even stand up.

"Go out and chat with them; leave the rest to me," Fushimi Makoto said.

Nakano Ichika understood he was concerned for her, so she said deliberately: "You don't think I'm out of energy already, do you? I was just resting for a moment."

"I've discovered that you're quite the stubborn one," Fushimi Makoto said, gesturing with his eyes toward the stockings in his pocket. "Are you sure you want to leave those stockings with me?"

Nakano Ichika blinked slyly: "Don't you like it?"

"I really don't have that kind of collecting habit. Besides, aren't you afraid of being interrogated by Nino?"

"Don't worry, I know how to handle Nino."

Thinking that she really couldn't be of much help, Nakano Ichika simply opened her phone's front-facing camera, smoothed out her hair, and then left the kitchen.

Makoto was still savoring the benefits he had just received.

Especially the image of Nakano Ichika, her cheeks flushed and panting as she half-reclined against the chair, her beautiful eyes glistening as she looked at him while peeling off her stockings to give to him.

It was truly magnificent!

This scene had not been part of his expectations.

According to his original plan, he had intended to go along with today's prank to take the opportunity to increase Nakano Nino's favorability toward him.

As it turned out, Nakano Ichika had been spurred on by jealousy over the massage "benefits" and decided to head to the kitchen to stir up some trouble.

When it came to such moments, there was no way Makoto would back down.

So, he had boldly made that request.

As the saying goes, like father, like son.

He had to admit that he had indeed been controlled by his impulses for a moment there.

Living room.

Nakano Ichika returned and sat down as if nothing had happened; given her personality, she easily joined the conversation with everyone else.

Nakano Nino hadn't paid much attention at first, but as they chatted, she finally realized that Nakano Ichika's stockings were missing.

Her mouth was always quick: "Ichika, where are your stockings?"

"Oh, I got a bit sweaty helping out in the kitchen, so I took them off and put them in my pocket," Nakano Ichika replied, having anticipated this.

No one suspected a thing.

Nakano Nino had been the same way initially.

But as everyone began to talk about school clubs around Makoto, Nakano Nino keenly noticed that Nakano Ichika was zoning out.

It wasn't just a normal lapse in attention; it was the kind where she would occasionally blush shyly and giggle to herself.

On top of that, Nakano Nino noticed that Nakano Ichika was secretly keeping her legs pressed together.

The clever detective Nino immediately spotted the suspicious signs.

Nakano Ichika's expression was completely wrong!

That shy little look, and the shameful way she occasionally pressed her legs together—why did it look so familiar?

Nakano Nino quickly remembered: wasn't this exactly how she looked after being massaged by Makoto earlier?

So, did those two have a massage in the kitchen too?

But the kitchen was such a small space; what position did Nakano Ichika use for the massage?

Nakano Nino blushed as well.

She had to keep in mind that she still felt a bit chilly down there...

If it weren't for the fact that Matsukaze Mayu had suddenly appeared, making it awkward for her to leave, she would have been ready to go home and change her underwear.

Thinking about it this way, Nakano Nino felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Although she knew Nakano Ichika and Makoto had a good relationship, Nakano Ichika shouldn't have gone to the kitchen to get a massage on the sly.

Why go out of her way to avoid everyone? After all, I'm friends with Makoto too, and so is Itsuki.

Carrying this strange emotion, when everyone was helping to serve the dishes, Nakano Nino seized the opportunity to whisper to Nakano Ichika: "What did you two do in the kitchen just now?"

Nakano Ichika remained composed: "Don't you already know? I just went over to help, but Makoto felt my cooking still had a lot of room for improvement, and since I'm a guest, he just told me to come back."

Nakano Nino's little face stiffened: "You definitely asked him to give you a massage, didn't you?"

Nakano Ichika looked at her sister's suddenly serious expression and asked back with a hint of suspicion: "Nino, are you very concerned about this kind of thing?"

"Ha? What kind of stupid question is that? You're my family, of course I'd be concerned," Nakano Nino retorted quickly.

"Nino, you're a bit suspicious~" Nakano Ichika intentionally dragged out the end of her sentence.

Nakano Nino's face flushed slightly. Seeing Itsuki coming over to serve more dishes, she quickly said: "If you don't want to say it, then forget it. I was just asking casually anyway."

Nakano Ichika watched her turn to leave and suddenly blurted out: "You guessed right, I did have Makoto massage me, but because there wasn't enough time, he only gave me a quick rub. I actually feel a bit regretful about it."

"Oh, I see."

Nakano Nino had her back to Nakano Ichika, feeling a little happy inside.

Looking at it that way, it seemed only she had truly enjoyed the experience.

Meanwhile, Nakano Ichika stared at Nakano Nino's increasingly relaxed gait, and she finally realized a very serious problem.

Nino was someone who cared a lot about appearances!

She had never been in a relationship before, and suddenly having so much contact with a good-looking boy—who could guarantee she wouldn't develop other ideas?

Nakano Ichika took a deep breath, feeling more and more that her prank plan today had been too reckless.

Itsuki might not care about romantic feelings, but with Nino, it was hard to say.

I, the older sister, was here first!

Nakano Ichika would absolutely not allow anyone to get a head start.

Even if it is your beloved younger sister, you are not allowed to act lowly!

After everyone finished dinner, Matsukaze Mayu saw that Fushimi Makoto and the others still had club matters to discuss, so she thoughtfully chose to take her leave.

Fushimi Makoto walked her to the door, and noticing she was clearly distracted, he lowered his voice and asked, "After I finish up with the club business later, should I come find you, or will you come find me?"

Matsukaze Mayu was startled, her expression a mix of pleasant surprise and reserve: "Um, you don't need to worry about me, you should focus on your work first."

"I'm almost done here."

Fushimi Makoto was telling the truth; he had already written out a detailed plan, and now he just needed the three girls from the Nakano Family to read it over carefully while he handled any questions.

"...I understand."

Matsukaze Mayu felt a bit shy, but her voice was incredibly soft: "Then I'll come over tonight to chat with you."

Just chatting?

Fushimi Makoto saw through it but didn't point it out.

After seeing Matsukaze Mayu off, he thought about the system's latest mission and returned to the living room to ask the three girls: "When was the last time you all had a meal with your father?"

All three girls wore expressions of confusion.

"Makoto, why are you suddenly asking this?" Nakano Ichika spoke up first.

Fushimi Makoto explained: "Ever since I met Mr. Nakano last time, I've sensed that he actually really wants to spend more time with you, but his personality seems a bit awkward. Since that's the case, why don't we set a time to have a meal together?"

"So that's what Father has been thinking?"

The girls looked at each other.

Fushimi Makoto continued: "If I'm not mistaken, he probably just can't bring himself to lower his pride, but deep down, he is very eager to get along with you."

Nakano Ichika asked with a smile: "Makoto, are you that eager to get on good terms with our father?"

Nino and Itsuki also turned to look at him.