Makoto's Guards and Makoto's Scholars

Mrs. Yukinoshita the other end of the phone. "Then I'll patiently wait for your group's work."

After hanging up the phone, Yukino stared blankly at her phone.

She still opened Fushimi Makoto's social media app, her slender fingers tapping the screen: [Next time the Time Loop, I want us to be together.]

She said that before.

But now, she is even more anxious.

Less than ten seconds later, Fushimi Makoto replied: [Good luck.]

This time it was a very serious reply.

Yukino's lips slowly curved upwards.

This means the other party has agreed.

She thought for a moment, then went over and plugged in the hairdryer, typing. "[Is there anything I can do for you?]"

She thought of what her mother had done before.

Timely feedback is the most valuable.

Fushimi Makoto sent a message: [Look at my legs?]

Yukino's smile froze: [Very well, let's end this topic here.]

She put down her phone and muttered under her breath, "Idiot."

After drying her hair, the girl went to the bedroom and threw away her bath towel, exposing her fair and delicate skin, which she had carefully nurtured for many years, to the air.

She chose a slip dress and put it on; the hem reached her knees.

Then she sat on the bed, bent her fair legs into a very cute duck-sitting position, raised her phone, and took a picture of herself.

Click send.

A leg photo is impossible.

I can give you this photo.

She held her phone with a smile, somewhat anticipating a reply.

While waiting, she thought of Nakano Ichika.

Although the opponent kept trying to test me, constantly making moves to break my defenses, their skill level was too low.

Even though she still insists: she will never date him.

This does not mean that there are any worthy opponents in one's eyes.

She was quite confident.

Yukino waited and waited, but after a full three minutes, Fushimi Makoto still hadn't replied.

She typed a puzzled message: "[Didn't you check your phone?]"

Fushimi Makoto: [Sorry, I was busy just now.]

Yukino:[?]

Fushimi Makoto is really busy.

Not the frivolous kind.

He returned the "borrowed" motorcycle.

He replied to the previous message and continued typing: [This is a photo worthy of being a screensaver.]

Yukino: [I disagree.]

Clearly, she felt this approach was too ostentatious.

Not long after Fushimi Makoto returned home, Matsukaze Mayu arrived.

It's worth mentioning that she was not only wearing a nightgown, but also black stockings.

Yeah, not pantyhose.

It's a halter top.

Upon seeing her "epic gear," Fushimi Makoto knew she was there to charge him.

Access to paid content:

Route 1 (Busy).

Route 2 (Busy).

I don't care about this or that, no matter how busy I am, I'm going to squeeze in!

"Ms. Shizuka is almost back to normal, but I'm a little worried that if she fails at another blind date, she might do the same thing again."

Matsukaze Mayu was in the living room talking to Fushimi Makoto, her worried expression undisguised.

Therefore, Fushimi Makoto expressed his difficulty in maintaining composure.

Hiratsuka Shizuka, even the Saint Matsukaze knows she'll never get married...

She looked worried and said, "I won't do that again, will I?"

Fushimi Makoto stared into her eyes. "Would you like to ask again?"

"Huh?"

Matsukaze Mayu didn't understand.

Fushimi Makoto: "What I mean is, ask me one more time, and I'll show you with my actions."

Matsukaze Mayu smiled, her face flushed.

This time she felt at ease, leaning sweetly against Fushimi Makoto, her hair falling like a stream of black light, gentle as water under the bright lamplight.

She came at this time and had no intention of going back.

Although she was actually a little concerned about her age and Fushimi Makoto's age.

But her worries came quickly and went quickly.

"We just need to wait until he graduates."

Matsukaze Mayu thought to herself.

So she still came even though it was so late.

After her first experience, a woman as mature as her was certainly not satisfied with just that one time.

One must taste the marrow to know its flavor.

She sat down next to Fushimi Makoto, surrounded by a fragrant breeze. She leaned slightly to the side, and the straps of her nightgown, which were less than an inch wide, immediately became loose and would slide down her rounded skin with the slightest touch.

Such a scene, just one glance, makes one unable to help but imagine what a captivating sight it would be if the straps of that nightgown slipped down.

Although she was a bit short, she had an amazing figure, with no excess fat, only alluring curves.

What's more, she came prepared today.

"Do you still have the Red Bull you gave me last time?"

As night fell and she drifted off to sleep, she softly asked a question.

Fushimi Makoto was stunned for a second.

You came here with black stockings and fighting spirit, wasn't that enough? You want to play a props-based race too?

"Yes, I'll go get it."

Fushimi Makoto up and walked towards the refrigerator, pretending to take a bottle of Powerful Red Bull from it.

When he turned around, he met Matsukaze Mayu seemed both shy and alluring.

He glanced at the bright French windows, handed the drink to the other person, walked over and drew the curtains, completely blocking out the view.

Fushimi Makoto's intention was that it was already evening, and the curtains should indeed be drawn.

But Matsukaze Mayu thinking was: He's not going to take me to the living room?

So, Matsukaze Mayu was refreshed and, suppressing her shyness, transformed from the bathroom warrior into the Floor-to-Ceiling Window War God.

The only difference is that the Floor-to-Ceiling Window War God won't lose its balance because the floor is too slippery.

Chapter 71 Honesty Guardians and Honesty Scholars

A few days later, in the afternoon, Fushimi Makoto was chatting with Nakano Itsuki in class while also keeping an eye on a few boys in front of him who were laughing and joking.

The male students somehow got hold of two sheets of bubble wrap. At first, only one of them was squeezing and popping them, but the noise caught the attention of his friends, who then joined in.

"Father said we'd all be having dinner together tonight, and you'll be coming, Fushimi, right?"

Nakano Itsuki's attention was entirely on Fushimi Makoto, her beautiful eyes filled with anticipation.

"I'm definitely going to freeload off them," Fushimi Makoto declared shamelessly.

Nakano Itsuki smiled broadly, "You're welcome to come and freeload!"

"Is this a special welcome, or are you representing others?" Fushimi Makoto suddenly asked.

Nakano Itsuki paused for a moment, her face slightly flushed. "Of course everyone welcomes you..."

As she spoke, she realized she was being too shy, which was inappropriate, so she quickly shifted the focus to her older sisters. "For example, Ichika Nino, they both really welcome you. Oh right, Yotsuba too, she has a very good impression of you."

Fushimi Makoto feigned a thoughtful expression. "So, currently only Miku doesn't welcome me?"

"No, not at all. Miku isn't usually very talkative, but she's actually a very kind person. Maybe she's been secretly watching you."

Nakano Itsuki, true to her honest nature, quickly offered an explanation.

Then, as if remembering something, she hesitated and said, "However, Father is a very serious person. If he said something that bothered you, he certainly didn't mean any harm. Please understand."

Fushimi Makoto stared at her earnest little face for a while, then suddenly laughed and said, "You were just praising Miku for being gentle, but actually you're the gentlest one out of the five, aren't you?"

"No, not at all." Nakano Itsuki's face turned even redder, but her smile became much brighter.

Just then, the boys who were popping bubble wrap made another series of crackling sounds, attracting the attention of many students.

Nakano Itsuki was also drawn in. "Is that bubble wrap? Why do boys like playing with this stuff?"

She then looked at Fushimi Makoto in front of her and thought that he was more mature and wouldn't do something that seemed childish.

However, the moment the thought crossed her mind, Fushimi Makoto stood up.

Under her questioning gaze, Fushimi Makoto walked towards the group of boys, waving to Hayato Hayama had already heard the commotion. "Together?"

"Good."

Hayato Hayama approached with a smile.

Nakano Itsuki: "???"

With the two of them joining in, more boys gathered around. Some of these students weren't actually interested in bubble wrap, but with such a lively atmosphere, it was fun to join in the fun.

Teenage boys are always full of energy.

Yumiko, resting her pretty face on her hand, looked speechless. "Why did Makoto go over there too?"

She turned to look at Nakano Itsuki, who was also in a daze, and couldn't help but wonder: Itsuki seems to be paying more attention to Makoto? Is it just my imagination?

She had noticed Fushimi Makoto and Fushimi Makoto Sei and his companion chatting happily earlier, but she hadn't gone over to disturb them because she was chatting with a friend.

Seeing that Nakano Itsuki was also paying attention to it, it was hard for her not to have suspicions.

They were classmates and saw each other every day. Yumiko also paid Fushimi Makoto, so she was the one who could best sense the changes in Nakano Itsuki.

"By the way, Yumiko, those photos you share on social media are so beautiful. You must have hired a professional photographer to take them, right?" her friend said enviously.

Yumiko couldn't help but feel a little smug, raising her fair chin. "That's right, he is indeed very professional."

"Could I give you a little hint?" the girl asked shyly, "I'd also like to take some nice photos to keep as a keepsake."

"That's definitely not allowed. He didn't give me permission, so I certainly can't just reveal his information."

Yumiko said this aloud, but in her heart she was thinking, "How could I possibly share my private photographer with you?"

Although we all went to the park together last time, Hayato Hayama took the initiative to lead his friends around to avoid upsetting them, so he didn't get to see how good the photos Fushimi Makoto took were.