The Great Food-Stealing Operation (Continued)

"OK."

Utaha agreed without even a second's hesitation.

She added with a smile, "Teacher Matsukaze talked to me about your cooking skills. She said you're a great cook, and I've been wanting to try it for a long time."

Fushimi Makoto only responded verbally, but in his heart he didn't believe a word of it.

No matter how gentle Matsukaze Mayu, she would never casually discuss her private matters with her students.

The answer is obvious: Utaha the one actively inquiring.

A girl as clever as her would definitely take the opportunity to gather information while chatting with Matsukaze Mayu.

Fushimi Makoto couldn't help but think of a very old saying, "Woman, you're playing with fire."

Although this statement is old and awkward, it does reflect the current situation quite well.

Since Utaha was only visiting temporarily and there weren't enough ingredients at home, Fushimi Makoto had to go out to buy groceries.

Utaha naturally followed.

"I've been thinking of buying a few belts lately. Fushimi, you're a boy, so why don't you give me some suggestions?"

While the two were shopping in the mall, she suddenly asked this question.

Fushimi Makoto looked at him with amusement. "Senior, while I understand your eagerness to improve and your concern that our friendship might fade since we haven't met privately for so long, you didn't need to test me from the start, did you?"

Utaha remained completely calm, instead smiling as she asked, "What do you mean by 'testing'?"

"When it comes to accompanying a girl to choose clothes, you either have to be a good friend or a close confidante. Which category do you think I fall into?"

"My best friend's best friend?"

"I can tell you've come prepared today."

Faced with Fushimi Makoto's deliberate teasing, Utaha simply smiled and remained silent.

I do want to improve, but I want to maintain our friendship even more.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have taken such the initiative.

Just as Fushimi Makoto said, the two of them had only chatted briefly online these past few days, which made her wonder if their friendship might be fading.

After all, he has quite a few girls around him.

They're all incredibly cute.

Utaha didn't want to miss out on this compatible person, so she chose to take the initiative.

She was even somewhat relieved that her status as a senior student made many things convenient.

For example, right now.

She casually glanced at the rows of massage chairs in front of her and said, "My mom has been complaining of back pain lately. Will these things help?"

A very simple topic can prevent the atmosphere from becoming silent and awkward, as if there's nothing to say.

Fushimi Makoto leaned closer for a glance. "I remember this thing is only slightly useful. If you really want a massage to relax, you'll still need to find a professional massage therapist."

"Then I'll give it a try first."

Utaha casually handed the bag to Fushimi Makoto.

The senior student saw something she liked and wanted to try it out, so she entrusted her bag to the junior student for safekeeping. Isn't that a clever way to build a closer relationship?

Feeling a little proud of her own intelligence, she turned around and exchanged a few words with the sales assistant before settling into the massage chair.

As the massage chair started, her body trembled slightly on the chair. Fushimi Makoto only watched for a few seconds before deciding not to look anymore.

That's the downside of having too much lightning; even the slightest movement makes your eyes hurt.

He worried that staring at it for too long would trigger his eyes to go into "minesweeper mode".

You should know that he has [Nakano Nino's Gift].

When the two returned from the mall, while Fushimi Makoto was cooking in the kitchen, Utaha thoughtfully leaned against the door and chatted with him.

All I can say is that the senior in black stockings was very proactive today.

Her eyes were overflowing with the emotion of "I want to improve".

This dinner naturally won her praise.

Fushimi Makoto's cooking skills were already quite good, and after practicing for so long in the Time Loop, he had long surpassed Yukino and Nakano Nino.

I have a question.

Utaha wiped her lips, her beautiful eyes fixed on Fushimi Makoto: "Your cooking skills are so excellent, why do you always prefer to eat in the cafeteria instead of making your own bento boxes?"

Fushimi Makoto: "Because I don't like cold food."

"I see, thank you for your hospitality."

After Utaha finished speaking, she got up to help tidy up the table.

With guests present, Fushimi Makoto didn't rush to wash the dishes.

When he took off his apron and returned, Utaha got straight to the point. "You have time now, right? I have a lot of questions I'd like to ask you about the novel."

"Can."

This time, Fushimi Makoto did not refuse.

She's been ignored by me for quite a while now, and she definitely can't wait any longer.

Since she wants to maintain this relationship, he can take it a step further.

The two chatted for almost half an hour, and Utaha's notebook was filled with dense notes.

She would carefully record all the key points that she found useful.

"Because I have too many questions, I haven't been feeling very well lately, but thankfully I came to see you today."

Utaha expressed her heartfelt gratitude as she spoke.

Fushimi Makoto casually asked, "Any progress on your new book?"

"Hmm, if nothing unexpected happens, it should be a suspense thriller."

Suspense?

Fushimi Makoto paused in his drinking, his eyes involuntarily glancing over.

Is a renowned light novel author now switching to suspense?

Utaha, oblivious to his confusion, rubbed her temples and said softly, "I only got this idea after reading your story, but before today, many of my thoughts weren't clear. Luckily, you helped me get them flowing."

The word "dredging" or "unblocking" is really strange.

Fushimi Makoto silently drank his tea.

Utaha was completely relaxed at this moment, and her pair of black-stockinged legs were no longer so proper, but rather stretched out lazily.

If Fushimi Makoto hadn't known she was relaxing, he would probably have thought she was showing off her leg curves.

There was no way around it; among the beautiful girls Fushimi Makoto knew, Utaha had the longest legs.

And she also likes to wear sexy stockings!

That's incredibly impressive.

Utaha's beautiful eyes darted around the living room, finally settling on the transparent display case of figurines. "You actually like Ultraman?"

The reason she singled out Ultraman is because she didn't recognize most of the figures in the series.

Fushimi Makoto asked, "Isn't it normal for boys to like Ultraman?"

"But in my impression, it seems that children prefer Ultraman."

"That's based on your impressions. Ultraman's audience isn't just children. Besides, I bought the Father of Ultra, which is a mature Ultraman, just right for my age."

"..."

Utaha rolled her eyes at him, clearly annoyed. But she liked the atmosphere of the conversation.

This was something I had never experienced with my classmates at school.

She leaned comfortably against the sofa, her long hair casually draped over her shoulders, her delicate face filled with a contented expression, her eyes constantly shifting with emotion, and her moist lips gleaming.

It's hard not to take a second look at such a beautiful girl.

Not to mention she also has a tall, voluptuous figure with perfect proportions.

It was just a normal school uniform, but on her, it took on a touch of allure. Her slender waist seemed unable to support her ample bosom, which was far beyond what her peers could support, but looking down from her waist, one could suddenly see the full curves of her hips and buttocks. Beneath the skirt were a pair of long, shapely legs in black stockings, her small feet hidden inside slippers, with only a faint glimpse of flesh-colored stockings visible through her calves.

Even someone with a leg fetish like Fushimi Makoto would have to call it: gourmet quality.

"Oh, right, Fushimi."

At this moment, Utaha turned her head and looked at him. "Since you can also create stories, how do you deal with it when you're not in a good state?"

"It's simply a matter of relaxing and finding a method that suits you," Fushimi Makoto offered his answer.

Utaha shook her head helplessly. "I did the same thing, but it didn't work well."

She tilted her head back, looked at the ceiling, and muttered to herself, "Sometimes I fantasize that if there were something external that could help me stay in a good state, that would be wonderful."

Oh?

Are you asking me if there's a simpler, more efficient buff?

The Utaha could utter such somewhat comical and fantastical remarks to Fushimi Makoto shows that she cares about this friend and is occasionally willing to share her true feelings.

Fushimi Makoto recalled [Yumiko's Queen Aura].

Although this thing is unstable, you can turn it off at any time, so it's not necessarily a harmful buff every time.

He activated his aura.

In an instant, a familiar frame appeared above Utaha's head.

The text inside reads: Burning.

Fushimi Makoto expressed his confusion: What needs to be burned?

Utaha suddenly stood up, her eyes gradually hardening. "Fushimi, may I borrow your computer?"

"Of course, but what's wrong with you?" Fushimi Makoto inquired.

"I suddenly felt it! It must be because you just resolved all the questions I'd been accumulating. I finally got into that state." An excited smile appeared on her face.

Fushimi Makoto led her into the bedroom. As soon as the computer was turned on, she went into a frenzied state, her slender fingers typing away on the keyboard.

And her gaze was frighteningly intense throughout.

Fushimi Makoto finally understood.

It turns out that the "burning buff" refers to her inspiration and energy being ignited.

"If you need anything, just call me," Fushimi Makoto said.

"Um."

Utaha didn't turn her head; she was still in that state of overflowing inspiration.

Matsukaze Mayu came over to visit until 8 PM, but Utaha was still in her bedroom.

Therefore, Matsukaze Mayu the bedroom, she couldn't help but ask, "What's that noise?"

"Kasumigaoka- senpai is using my computer to write something," Fushimi Makoto replied.

"Uh... Utaha?"

Matsukaze Mayu approached the bedroom door, only to see Utaha's focused back and the crisp sound of the keyboard.

Without disturbing her, she pulled Fushimi Makoto into the living room and whispered, "It's so late, why hasn't she gone home yet?"

"Should I go and call her?" Fushimi Makoto also felt it was getting late.

Matsukaze Mayu stopped her, saying, "Let's not. She seems to be in good spirits right now. Let's talk about it later."

The two chatted in the living room until 8:30, when Utaha finally came out.

"Teacher Matsukaze? When did you arrive?" She seemed very surprised.

"I've been here for a while, have you finished writing?" Matsukaze Mayu concern.

"That's exactly what I was going to say..."