Time Loop in Anime Multiverse, I Do Whatever I Want

Utaha stared at him, stunned.

The young girl couldn't help but recall some things she had read online: to some people, photography was the pursuit of art.

Although she didn't quite understand this kind of art, she had indeed seen many high-level photographic works.

After the experience at the bookstore last time, she had only been slightly curious about Fushimi Makoto's photography skills.

But seeing Fushimi Makoto so serious this time, her curiosity and interest were finally piqued, much like Yukino had been in the past.

Utaha even unconsciously adjusted her posture, straightening her waist slightly, which in turn lifted her full chest.

She spoke first: "Sorry, I didn't think that through just now."

Then, she asked with utmost formality: "May I become your model?"

This time, she didn't use the word "temporary."

She said model.

She needed to learn from him; she wanted to improve.

If he wanted to photograph her, she had no reason to refuse.

However, Utaha didn't know that her serious attitude made a meme instantly pop into Fushimi Makoto's mind: Just as planned.jpg

"I would be more than happy to," he said.

Chapter 50: Your friend Yukino is requesting to join the battle

That Utaha would agree so quickly was actually within Fushimi Makoto's expectations.

From the moment they started interacting, he had relied on the advantage of the time loop; whether they were chatting or discussing serious matters, he could always keep up with Utaha's rhythm.

This gave Utaha a feeling: This feeling of being so perfectly in sync is amazing!

Most importantly, aside from the experiences within the time loop, Fushimi Makoto was not familiar with Utaha in reality.

Therefore, Utaha wouldn't suspect: Have we met a long time ago? Or has he been investigating me in private?

After all, they were both at the same school, and Fushimi Makoto's popularity was on par with Hayato Hayama; if he had really been digging for information in private, Utaha would definitely have known.

Without prior investigation and with them not knowing each other before, these two prerequisites made their current rapport feel like a truly wondrous stroke of fate to Utaha.

Fushimi Makoto's previous trip to the bookstore to photograph Ichika and Itsuki had also been a way to "lay the groundwork" for Utaha.

Only by planting the seeds in Utaha's mind beforehand, combined with the surprised reactions of Ichika and Itsuki at the time, could he build high expectations for his photography skills in her.

By this point, the probability of her refusing his invitation to be a model was extremely low.

As a girl herself, and a top-tier beauty at that, while she wasn't interested in the typical teenage girl's obsession with pretty photos, she would still be happy if she could actually obtain high-quality ones.

This dog of a man, Fushimi Makoto, had learned many things in the time loop, but the principle he found most useful was: never do anything without preparation.

If he wanted to check if someone's academic credentials had any "water" in them, he first had to find the school address, then find a way to get past the security guard's blockade; only then could he enter the school.

Yes, Fushimi Makoto was thinking about the school very seriously, with no other intentions.

At this moment, Yumiko sent a message: [I've left the house, do you want to come pick me up?]

Fushimi Makoto: [Okay.]

He had already figured out the personality of this blonde girl; going to pick her up meant they could meet sooner.

If nothing went wrong, she must have dressed up carefully today, otherwise, she wouldn't be in such a rush.

Fushimi Makoto stood up immediately: "I'm going to pick up a friend, what about you, senior?"

"I'll go with you," Utaha also stood up.

But while paying the bill, she thought to herself: Under normal circumstances, shouldn't you let a friend come find you directly? He has to go out of his way to pick someone up; could it be that Nakano Ichika?

In her impression, Nakano Ichika was also a girl with plenty of "strength."

Whether it was her looks or her figure, the other girl didn't lose to her at all.

Not long after the two left the dessert shop, they suddenly heard a shout from behind: "Stop right there! Didn't you hear me tell you to stop?"

Fushimi Makoto and Utaha turned around at the same time. A man wearing a mask was sprinting toward them, clutching a woman's handbag, with two uniformed police officers chasing behind him.

"A thief?" Utaha guessed.

Fushimi Makoto didn't say a word. Watching the masked man get closer and closer, he seized the opportunity, sank his waist, and lifted his shoulder.

This was the Iron Mountain Lean, a martial arts masterpiece that had been lost to the world for several years.

He even took care to control his strength.

But even so, accompanied by a muffled thud, the masked man flew sideways on the spot, rolling on the ground several times before coming to a stop, his mouth wailing in pain.

Utaha was left completely stunned.

Fushimi Makoto's move had been too sudden.

It was just like a jungler who had been camping in the bushes for a long time, suddenly bursting out to strike.

The two police officers were also taken aback for a moment, then reacted, sprinting forward to pin the masked man on the ground firmly.

"Thank you so much! This guy just stole someone's bag at the mall, and after being discovered, he actually punched that lady. What a jerk!"

The police thanked Fushimi Makoto while explaining the situation.

Fushimi Makoto smiled. "It was just a small favor."

One of the younger officers asked with great interest, "By the way, kid, what was that move you just used? It looked incredibly powerful. Is it some kind of self-defense technique?"

Fushimi Makoto replied, "It's a unique skill from an old acquaintance of mine. It's rarely mentioned by anyone these days."

Hearing him speak so formally, both officers looked at him with newfound respect.

Utaha's eyes flickered, thinking to herself, He knows how to fight?

This little interlude passed quickly.

Utaha took the opportunity to bring up the scene from earlier. "Have you studied combat before?"

"I've dabbled in it, mostly for the sake of physical fitness," Fushimi Makoto said.

"No wonder you were so agile just now. It turns out it's the result of long-term practice."

Utaha nodded and asked with a hint of curiosity, "Who was this old acquaintance you mentioned?"

Fushimi Makoto replied, "That's not easy to explain, and even if I did, you probably wouldn't understand."

Utaha laughed intentionally. "How do you know I won't understand if you don't tell me?"

Fushimi Makoto took out his phone and easily pulled up a video of a certain center-parted icon.

As a powerful and familiar tune began to play, Utaha watched the video, lost in thought.

It wasn't until the video ended and Fushimi Makoto put his phone away that she looked up, wearing an expression that clearly said, "Are you kidding me?"

Fushimi Makoto mimicked someone spreading their hands. "I told you, it's hard for the average person to understand this martial arts masterpiece."

Utaha replied with a deadpan, "You're right, I really can't understand it."

As if I'd believe you!

That was clearly a dance video, it just happened to look a little bit like the collision move you used earlier.

Five minutes later, Fushimi Makoto and Utaha met up with a meticulously dressed Miura Yumiko.

The blonde beauty wore a form-fitting long-sleeved top that easily highlighted her well-developed chest and slender, graceful waist.

She wore denim shorts on the bottom—the kind of garment that only a long-legged girl like her could pull off—revealing a pair of fair, delicate, and perfectly shaped legs.

Fushimi Makoto quickly compared them in his mind: their legs were all excellent.

When Miura Yumiko saw Fushimi Makoto, the surprised smile on her face hadn't even fully bloomed before she was distracted by the tall upperclassman standing next to him.

"Kasumigaoka-senpai?"

A look of astonishment appeared on her beautiful, clearly made-up face.

"Hello," Utaha nodded slightly.

She had seen this blonde girl at school, but didn't know her name.

After all, Miura Yumiko was nowhere near as famous as the Nakano quintuplets or Yukinoshita.

At the same time, she was surprised; she had just confirmed Nakano Ichika's presence, and now another one had popped up.

Fushimi Makoto had anticipated this moment and stepped in to introduce them.

When Miura Yumiko heard that Utaha was there to discuss business with Fushimi Makoto, her expression immediately relaxed.

And Utaha caught that detail.

Another one!

Besides Nakano Ichika, there was the school rumor about him being close with Yukinoshita, and now there was Miura Yumiko.

Utaha cast a subtle glance at Fushimi Makoto, thinking, Doesn't this guy worry about starting a fire by provoking so many beautiful girls?

"Makoto, are you done with your business?"

Miura Yumiko didn't think that much; she was just here to take photos today.

She was satisfied with the last batch of photos, and even her parents had asked if she'd paid a professional photographer after seeing them.

She had even shared two of the photos on social media, and unsurprisingly, they received plenty of likes from her friends.

Some girls had even messaged her privately to ask for photography tips and offered to pay for them.

Miura Yumiko, of course, chose to ignore them.

Because of all this, she became even more determined in her previous thought: Makoto must become my personal photographer!

"You came at the perfect time, we've finished our business."

After Fushimi Makoto finished speaking, he acted as if he'd just remembered and pointed to the black-stockinged upperclassman beside him. "Oh right, Senpai happens to want some photos too. Let's all three do it together."

"Huh? She wants to, too?" Miura Yumiko paused, making no effort to hide her possessiveness.

The familiar feeling returned.

Last time, that Nakano Ichika was just as wary of me.

Utaha felt deeply repulsed.

She really didn't want to deal with this kind of girl.

But since the other party was a friend of Fushimi Makoto, she said indifferently, "That is the case."

Yumiko's chest rose and fell slowly, feeling somewhat displeased.

Before she could speak, Fushimi Makoto struck a thoughtful pose and said, "This is actually a good opportunity."

"Opportunity?"

Both beautiful girls looked over.

Fushimi Makoto: "I've thought about it before; whether it's Utaha or Yumiko, you both possess strong personal styles. If there were a chance to have you take photos together, the collision of those different styles would surely produce a great effect."

Utaha was slightly stunned. Miura-san has already shown hostility toward me, yet he is still seriously thinking about photography? It seems he really values this.

Yumiko was also taken aback. Makoto said last time that photography is art, so today...

She glanced at Utaha with some reluctance.

For the sake of Makoto's wish, I cannot tear them apart; I can only join them.

Fushimi Makoto nimbly defused the atmosphere that was about to explode, beckoning the two to go pick out a spot while specifically saying, "Today is a rare opportunity. I'll go rent a camera; if the equipment can't keep up, there's no way to fully showcase your beauty."

Seeing him place such importance on photography, neither Utaha nor Yumiko said anything more this time.

After the three of them left, the window of a high-end black sedan by the roadside rolled down, revealing a very beautiful face.

This face was highly similar to Yukino's, but she looked more mature.

"Ara~ Isn't this the boy Mother has praised many times? I heard from Mother that Yukino seems to have a very close relationship with him?"

She picked up her phone with a smile, aimed it at the backs of Fushimi Makoto and the others to take a photo, and then sent it to Yukino.

She added a message: [The boy you care about has run off with other girls. But Sister will help you; I'll keep an eye on where they're going and send you the address later.]

On the other side.