Omniverse Time Loop, I Do Whatever I Want

He knew what Matsukaze Mayu was planning.

This situation was truly beyond his expectations.

Matsukaze Mayu specifically glanced at Fushimi Makoto, and seeing that he had no objections, she replied, "Fushimi-kun wrote a very wonderful story, and he mentioned that it might be adapted into a script in the future. I remembered that Kasumigaoka-san also likes to read, so I thought you two would have a lot to talk about."

She praised the story twice in a row, and Utaha became interested as well: "Fushimi-kun, is that true?"

Fushimi Makoto nodded: "This story was just something I wrote on a whim."

"Even if it was on a whim, for a high school student, that is a truly remarkable talent." Utaha recalled some things of her own.

She then checked the time: "I have to go back for dinner now. If Fushimi-kun is free tomorrow, would it be convenient for me to take a look at that story of yours?"

Fushimi Makoto was just about to answer when Matsukaze Mayu said softly from the side: "Why don't you two exchange contact information? That way, you can reach each other anytime."

Utaha was startled, then promptly took out her phone.

Once both parties had exchanged contact information, Utaha took the initiative to say goodbye.

Fushimi Makoto glanced at the alluring back of the black-stockinged senior, then turned his head to say to Matsukaze Mayu: "Thank you."

"Eh? You knew?" Matsukaze Mayu's surprised expression was very cute.

Fushimi Makoto laughed: "If I couldn't even see through that, I would be far too dense."

Matsukaze Mayu's cheeks flushed slightly: "I thought I was doing a good job of it."

Then, her voice became much softer: "Kasumigaoka-san is a model student with both good character and grades; she has been outstanding since she first enrolled. For high school students like you, getting to know a few excellent friends early, before you reach university or enter society, will be of great help to your future life."

As she spoke, she laughed a little embarrassedly: "This is a summary of life experience from your teacher. I didn't manage to get to know many talented friends in high school, which is why I am so ordinary now."

Fushimi Makoto said sincerely: "Actually, you are not ordinary at all."

"Really?"

"At least in my eyes, you are very outstanding."

"Thank you~"

Matsukaze Mayu is a good woman.

Fushimi Makoto had known this during the time loops.

Her favorability toward Fushimi Makoto was clearly very high right now, so as soon as she ran into Utaha, she immediately thought of giving Fushimi Makoto a helping hand.

Utaha likely guessed it, but she did not refuse.

Perhaps it was Matsukaze Mayu's good reputation that made her unwilling to refuse, or perhaps her curiosity was piqued, and she wanted to see if the Fushimi Makoto who was described as talented was truly as impressive as claimed.

Dinner was cooked at Matsukaze Mayu's home.

Her home was not large, but it was neat and bright, clearly cleaned with care on a regular basis.

Fushimi Makoto's culinary skills were high; just in the years spent in the time loops, he had successfully stolen the secret recipes of many master chefs.

However, today he only made a few home-cooked dishes, and the taste was impeccable.

Matsukaze Mayu made teriyaki chicken legs, as she felt that high school students were still growing and should eat more meat.

After a pleasant dinner, Fushimi Makoto offered to help wash the dishes. Matsukaze Mayu couldn't win the argument, so she decided to sit for a while before going to take a bath.

She didn't even stop to think: with a member of the opposite sex in the house, would it be inappropriate for her to go take a bath?

When Fushimi Makoto returned from washing the dishes, there was no one in the living room, but the sound of water came from the bathroom.

It sounded like she was filling the bathtub.

Fushimi Makoto didn't pay much attention and sat on the sofa to change the channel, hoping to find a good TV show, when suddenly a dull thud came from the bathroom, followed by the sound of rushing water and Matsukaze Mayu's exclamation.

"What's wrong?"

Fushimi Makoto stood up and had just reached the bathroom door when he asked, and the door was thrown open. A soaking wet Matsukaze Mayu ran out.

She was still wearing the same clothes as before, but they were completely drenched.

Her originally neat and smooth hair had become damp and messy, and her light-colored top was completely soaked through by the water, clinging tightly to her beautiful figure, the fabric becoming translucent and revealing the pink lingerie underneath.

It was precisely because she was drenched that her already perfect curves appeared even more attractive at this moment.

"The water pipe in the bathroom suddenly burst."

Matsukaze Mayu said with some urgency.

Then she realized that Fushimi Makoto was looking at her.

She looked down, her cheeks turning crimson, and she instinctively covered her chest, saying weakly: "Please don't look, I feel embarrassed."

Anyone who could resist looking at this deserves a thumbs up!

Under these circumstances, the automatic targeting system had activated directly.

Fushimi Makoto said in a straightforward manner: "Matsukaze-sensei, go get a towel first. I'll go home and get my tools."

"Tools?"

Matsukaze Mayu's attention was diverted, and she asked in surprise: "You can even fix water pipes?"

I don't just know how to fix water pipes; I also know electrical work and how to unclog drains.

With so much time on my hands, I've naturally learned a lot of things.

Fushimi Makoto didn't offer much of an explanation, turning around to head back to his room.

He returned carrying a toolbox, while Matsukaze Mayu stood nearby holding a towel, looking expectant—she had even forgotten to use her hands to cover herself.

Fushimi Makoto didn't let his eyes wander this time, spending nearly fifteen minutes getting the bathroom situation sorted out.

His own hair and clothes had gotten quite wet in the process.

Seeing this, Matsukaze Mayu handed him her towel, which was saturated with the scent of her hair.

"Thanks."

Fushimi Makoto wiped his hair, saying, "It's all good now. I'm going back to change, and you should too, so you don't catch a cold."

"Thank you." Matsukaze Mayu looked at him with sparkling eyes.

As she watched him, her gaze drifted involuntarily toward Fushimi Makoto's body.

Fushimi Makoto's clothes were soaked through as well, and his tall, sturdy frame was fully reflected in Matsukaze Mayu's line of sight.

Matsukaze Mayu's face turned even redder.

"If you keep looking, I'm going to have to start charging you," Fushimi Makoto teased.

Matsukaze Mayu looked away, her face flushed, and whispered, "You were looking at me just a moment ago, too."

Despite what she said, she felt incredibly shy inside.

If she kept looking, she suspected she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

Once she couldn't sleep, she would eventually be unable to stop herself from letting out soft whimpers.

Chapter 10: You're Testing the Cadre With This?

Logically speaking, it was already seven in the evening, and since Matsukaze Mayu's bathroom was fixed, Fushimi Makoto could have taken his leave.

But before he went back to change, Matsukaze Mayu had specifically asked him to come back over later.

So, after Fushimi Makoto went home to shower and returned, he found that Matsukaze Mayu hadn't locked the door.

She really trusts me way too much.

Fushimi Makoto thought to himself as he changed his shoes and entered the living room. Just then, the bathroom door pushed open, and Matsukaze Mayu, wrapped only in a bath towel, walked out while drying her hair.

"You came back fast."

Matsukaze Mayu sighed with emotion, then realized her attire wasn't exactly appropriate, and her small face turned rosy at once.

Fushimi Makoto's auto-aim locked on again.

Matsukaze Mayu naturally noticed his gaze. To hide her embarrassment, she feigned composure and said, "Don't look anymore. I'm not young anymore, Teacher. If you stare at me like that, you must be trying to see me make a fool of myself, right?"

Fushimi Makoto shook his head: "Of course not."

Matsukaze Mayu's cheeks grew even hotter, and she pretended to be calm while drying her hair: "Really? But I'm so much older than you. I feel like you just want to see me flustered so you can take the opportunity to tease me."

She added specifically: "That's exactly what you did just now."

Fushimi Makoto: "But I'm actually feeling a bit excited right now."

Matsukaze Mayu fled in a panic, her face burning red.

A simple basic attack had shattered her fragile defenses.

"How could he say something like that..."

In the bedroom, Matsukaze Mayu, her cheeks still burning, dropped her towel and turned to look at her smooth, fair skin in the mirror, momentarily lost in thought.

No, he must have been joking. I'm so much older than him; he definitely likes pretty young girls like Yukinoshita.

Matsukaze Mayu's face was flushed, and though she tried hard to calm herself down, the moment she thought of Fushimi Makoto's words—"But I'm actually feeling a bit excited right now"—her thoughts spiraled into chaos again.

After changing into her pajamas, she patted her face in the mirror to ensure her expression had returned to normal before daring to open the door.

Fushimi Makoto was already watching a TV drama.

Seeing that he didn't tease her again, Matsukaze Mayu breathed a sigh of relief and sat down beside him: "Thank you so much for tonight. If you hadn't helped, I wouldn't have known if anyone would have come to fix it so late at night."

"It was no trouble." Fushimi Makoto could clearly feel himself being enveloped by her scent.

"But I still want to thank you. Why don't you come over for dinner tomorrow? I'll do the cooking this time."

Matsukaze Mayu said happily, her eyes fixed entirely on Fushimi Makoto's face, filled with anticipation.

"If I'm free, I'll definitely come," Fushimi Makoto replied.

"Then it's a deal."

Matsukaze Mayu was even happier.

Usually, when she came home, she was alone; it would be a lie to say she wasn't lonely.

Although she could occasionally eat or go shopping with Hiratsuka Shizuka, the other woman had her own life and couldn't always be there for her.

Now that there was a man who treated her well and was willing to come over to keep her company for dinner, she was genuinely happy.

Just then, the TV drama showed the male and female leads on a date in the park. After some sweet interactions, at the invitation of the female lead, the male lead lay down on her lap with a bashful expression.

"It's a loving lap pillow." Matsukaze Mayu watched, mesmerized.

Fushimi Makoto nodded in agreement, "Yeah, a lap pillow must be very comfortable."

Matsukaze Mayu was taken aback; she turned her head, her face slightly flushed, "With how outstanding Fushimi-kun is, have you never experienced a lap pillow before?"

Fushimi Makoto replied, "Never."

Then he added in his mind: The ones from the time loops don't count.

Matsukaze Mayu's eyes shimmered.

After a few seconds, she suddenly adjusted her sitting posture and beckoned to Fushimi Makoto, her voice incredibly gentle, "If it's Fushimi-kun, I can give you a lap pillow as a reward."

Two intoxicating blushes bloomed on her cheeks, and her eyes were filled with surging emotions, "Consider it a thank-you gift for helping me."

Are you really going to test a cadre with this?

Fushimi Makoto wasn't one to be coy; he leaned over and laid his head down onto Matsukaze Mayu's soft, full thighs.

In an instant, her body visibly tensed for a second, but she quickly relaxed.

As Fushimi Makoto lay down, that alluring, fragrant scent completely enveloped him.

It wasn't cold this season, and Matsukaze Mayu's pajama pants weren't thick; through the thin fabric, Fushimi Makoto could even feel the elasticity of her thighs.

"This is nice, really nice," Fushimi Makoto murmured.

Matsukaze Mayu, who had been somewhat reserved, was slightly startled, and her gaze softened, "You've done so much today; you must be a little tired, right?"

"High schoolers are at an age full of energy, Matsukaze-sensei, don't underestimate me."

"Hehe... that's a very spirited, youthful thing to say."

Matsukaze Mayu smiled sweetly, her fair, delicate hand lifting up, "Would you like me to give you a massage?"

"You know how to give massages?" Fushimi Makoto opened the eyes he had just closed.