Omniverse Time Loop, I Do Whatever I Want Chapter 50

Yukinoshita Yukino had been reading intently, but when her phone vibrated, she picked it up and her small face immediately darkened.

Especially upon seeing that photo, her expression turned even colder.

She wasn't sure if it was her sister's teasing that put her in a bad mood, or those two incredibly charming backs in the picture.

Yukino had always considered herself to be very clear-headed.

Yet, it was precisely because of this clarity that she could clearly perceive the irritation in her heart.

She still dreamed about the experiences the two of them shared in the time loop, and occasionally, she even had to wake up in the morning to change her underwear.

Although she hadn't let Fushimi Makoto get away with playing with her legs ever since they left the time loop, those memories were not fake.

"I'm here diligently preparing for the afternoon club activities, yet you run off to go on a date with two girls?"

Yukino said this as if to give herself an excuse.

With that, she tossed aside her photography books and rose to head toward the bedroom.

She needed to change her clothes and head out.

She could anticipate that once she appeared, those two girls would likely not welcome her.

But, who cared?

Yukinoshita Yukino was no coward.

Besides, she had a perfectly reasonable justification: for the sake of the short film's smooth production and to ensure everyone's efforts weren't wasted, she had to drag that slacker club president back and beat him until he knelt in submission.

Your friend Yukino is requesting to join the battle.

Accept?

Author's Note

This old-timer managed to win the losers' bracket and, with all my might, finally reached the point of going premium.

Just kidding.

The reason I haven't written in so long is that after becoming a corporate slave, I completely lacked the energy, and I couldn't think of anything I really wanted to write. Plus, with "voluntary overtime" until eight every night... such is life.

I started writing again because I was addicted to that Arknights NPC novel by a master on the Cat Site; as I read, I got a feel for it and tried to regain my rhythm. I didn't expect to actually pull it off.

The awkward part is that I subscribed to most of that master's work, and then the book disappeared... although it came back later, a bunch of chapters were sealed, and the master started a new book.

Back to the point, as a weak and powerless corporate drone, I will guarantee two updates a day. As for the twenty-thousand-word daily updates from the past, that is definitely beyond my capabilities.

There's no need for bounties. I'm just like a low-level mob in a game; occasionally, I'll trigger a special mechanism: don't worry about it, I'll update more on my own.

Finally, I wish all you readers success in your studies and careers, and may the fox spirit you saved in a past life come to repay you in this one...

Oh right, if you have the means, please subscribe and support me. It really is very important, please!

Chapter 51: Be Good, Listen

Fushimi Makoto was completely unaware that Yukino was already on her way.

After renting a camera he was satisfied with, he brought Utaha and Yumiko to the same park as last time.

But this time, he didn't intend to shoot outdoors.

"Yumiko, your smile needs to be a bit gentler."

"Senior, could you turn away, leaving only a profile... Yes, keep your expression aloof."

Both beautiful girls cooperated with him as he set the poses and found the angles.

Because of her previous experience, Yumiko didn't let her mind wander this time; she was one hundred percent cooperative.

Utaha, however, looked slightly unnatural.

She never used to think taking photos was such a troublesome affair, but today she saw otherwise.

In the past, when she took photos, she would either hold her phone up for a selfie or have her family help her take a full-body shot.

It basically took ten seconds to finish.

But now, she had to follow Fushimi Makoto's instructions while striking various poses to satisfy him, and occasionally, he wouldn't even be satisfied.

If it weren't for the look of extreme focus on Fushimi Makoto's face, she would have really suspected he was doing it on purpose.

"Finished. Come take a look yourselves."

As Fushimi Makoto's voice rang out, Utaha finally relaxed her body and took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

Yumiko was completely different; the moment the blonde girl heard Fushimi Makoto announce the end, she immediately ran over with anticipation, her white legs moving quickly.

"Huh? It looks even better than the raw photos from last time? Is it really the equipment?"

Yumiko held the camera with pleasant surprise.

Fushimi Makoto nodded: "Equipment is a very important part. Although mobile phones have improved a lot in terms of photography, they are ultimately inferior to professional gear."

Utaha also came to their side.

Since Yumiko was occupying the camera, she remained patient and didn't force her way in to grab it.

However, she did ask one extra question: "Are the photos you took of us in two different styles?"

Yumiko also snapped back to reality: "Right, Makoto, I've been meaning to ask you—why is the style you always shoot me in skewed toward being gentle?"

Fushimi Makoto spat out a single word: "Contrast."

Contrast?

While Yumiko was still dazed, Utaha instinctively pondered: "You want to find a different feeling from Miura, which is why you deliberately made those requests of her?"

"That's only one part of it." Fushimi Makoto smiled at the two of them. "Yumiko's usual confident beauty leaves a deep impression on me, and I suspect she has always taken photos in that style herself."

"Yeah, that's exactly how I take them." Yumiko nodded.

Fushimi Makoto: "That's why I specifically made those requests. Only by doing that can I unearth a beauty in you that is different from your usual self."

Yumiko's eyes curved into crescents as she smiled: "You really do have a way with words."

Who wouldn't love hearing someone constantly praise them for being beautiful?

Besides, she was extremely satisfied with the photos Fushimi Makoto had taken.

Before meeting him, she had no idea she could pull off lifestyle photos in such different styles, and that they would look this good.

Oh my god, is this really me?

Yumiko gazed at the photos in the camera, thinking to herself with delight.

Utaha then asked: "Since you're trying to show more styles for Miura, what about me? Why did you mention 'aloof and cold' just now?"

Fushimi Makoto laughed: "Because we don't know each other well enough yet."

Utaha froze.

Fushimi Makoto acted as if he hadn't noticed: "I carefully observed your image and temperament just now. Since we don't know each other well enough, for the sake of safety, the 'aloof and cold' look is a beauty that is absolutely flawless."

Utaha pursed her lips, saying nothing.

Even though Fushimi Makoto was also praising her beauty, she just couldn't bring herself to be happy.

Instead, she felt an uncomfortable sense of disparity.

This feeling was quite strange.

Logically speaking, she shouldn't be experiencing these emotions.

But today, the three of them had come to take photos together, and she had very solemnly expressed to him: I am willing to be your model.

She had never said such formal words or adopted such an attitude toward a member of the opposite sex before.

Because of this, it had raised her psychological expectations of Fushimi Makoto.

Yet Fushimi Makoto had made it clear: he had a better relationship with Yumiko and knew her better, so he could accurately unearth a style different from her usual self.

When it came to her, however, it turned into: we aren't familiar enough yet.

What was this supposed to mean?

In this three-person photo session, am I not worthy of being acknowledged?

Utaha felt a surge of annoyance.

Little did she know, Fushimi Makoto was doing this on purpose.

There is a precise term for this behavior: contrast.

Once there is a comparison, people will naturally start to have all sorts of thoughts.

Just like how some people like to compare which singer has better vocal skills, or which Ultraman is more powerful.

Fushimi Makoto was different.

He preferred to compare the academic background reports of beautiful girls.

Over this period of time, his friendship with Utaha had been warming up.

And because he possessed information from the time loop, Utaha would increasingly think to herself: we are a perfect match.

Under this psychological expectation, Fushimi Makoto had now blurted out: "We don't know each other well enough yet."

This made Utaha very uncomfortable.

She instinctively looked at Yumiko, who was still admiring herself, her beautiful eyes quickly scanning the other girl's face, chest, waist, hips, and finally, her legs.

She did a quick assessment.

Clearly, she was the more outstanding one!

She wasn't being narcissistic; she was making a very serious evaluation.

The only place the other girl surpassed her was probably that exceptionally beautiful blonde hair.

This reminded her that there seemed to be a girl named Sawamura in the first year who also had blonde hair, and she seemed to have quite a bit of popularity at school recently.

"Kasumigaoka-senpai, here you go."

After Yumiko finished admiring her photos, she was in a great mood and took the initiative to hand over the camera.

Utaha took it and immediately lowered her head to check.

Yumiko also curiously leaned in.

Every photo was taken beautifully, and there was one in particular that Utaha liked very much.

In the photo, she was looking straight ahead according to Fushimi Makoto's instructions, with the lens capturing only her profile; those beautiful eyes were deep and tranquil, while in the foreground, the children playing in the park were intentionally blurred, leaving her all alone.

"This photo has such a vibe," Yumiko said, also drawn to it.

Fushimi Makoto explained, "I took three shots of this scene in total, but only this one met my requirements."

Utaha stared at the photo, lost in thought for a long moment before saying softly, "There's a sense of loneliness here, as if I'm out of place with the bustle of the world."

"That is precisely why this photo is so beautiful," Fushimi Makoto replied.

Utaha suddenly took a deep breath.

She was beginning to understand what Fushimi Makoto meant when he said "photography is art."

Looking at this photo right now, she actually felt an urge to "keep it for the rest of her life."

"Thank you," she said.

Fushimi Makoto responded, "I should be the one thanking you both; without you, I wouldn't have been able to realize my vision at all."

It was a very obvious compliment.

Both Yumiko and Utaha broke into smiles.

But soon, Yumiko glanced at the black-stockinged senior beside her, who was smiling so beautifully.

I really don't want her to join!

No matter how I look at it, I still find the senior to be an eyesore!

She immediately said to Fushimi Makoto, "Makoto, take a few more photos of me, just in my usual style."

She wanted to show off more of her beauty.