A Kiss of Surrender

This is a sure win.

Fushimi Makoto returned to the room.

Matsukaze Mayu, thinking he had really gone to the restroom, covered her mouth and chuckled, "Are you about to burst?"

How come I never knew you had this side to you before?

Because it's fun!

She put down her water glass, chuckled, and sat back down on the blanket.

She still wanted to be mischievous.

Fushimi Makoto was inwardly laughing, but feigned surprise. "You've come again?"

Upon hearing his tone, Matsukaze Mayu laughed happily, like a little fox who had successfully stolen a bite.

She didn't answer, but laughed as she propped herself up on the blanket again, resuming the same posture.

Just as she was enjoying the unique joy of being mischievous, she suddenly heard Fushimi Makoto's voice getting closer. "Disobedience deserves punishment."

Huh?

Matsukaze Mayu and turned around to find him already sitting behind her, looking at her with a playful expression.

Spicy Balls!

The next second, she heard Fushimi Makoto chuckle softly, "The true secret of yoga lies in partner yoga."

Matsukaze Mayu five in the morning.

She didn't want any unnecessary trouble, so she set her alarm in advance.

Fushimi Makoto also got up. As his physical strength increased, his need for sleep was not as strong as before.

Even though he's been up until the early hours of the morning, he's still full of energy.

As for Utaha, she woke up around six o'clock.

She was so busy yesterday that she didn't finish until almost 11 p. m., and she was so tired that she fell asleep as soon as she lay down on the bed.

Logically, she should be in a good mood now that she's woken up after sleeping so soundly.

But she couldn't feel happy at all at that moment.

Not only was he unhappy, he was so embarrassed that he wanted to dig a tunnel to escape from here.

The sheets and blankets were soaking wet.

Anyone who didn't know better would think she was wetting the bed like a little kid.

"No wonder I had such a strange dream..."

Utaha's face flushed hot, and she clutched the blanket tightly in utter shame.

There's no way to avoid something like this.

The problem is, if Fushimi Makoto finds out, wouldn't he be completely humiliated?

She had hung up all the spun-dry clothes before going to bed last night, so now she was wrapped tightly in her bathrobe, her mind filled with shame and embarrassment, and she had long lost her usual composure as a senior student.

"Wait, using a hairdryer might work? No, even at maximum power, there's not enough time, unless you throw the blankets and sheets out to dry in the sweltering heat."

Utaha's mind was a complete mess.

For the first time in her life, she felt extremely annoyed at herself for reading so many books and accumulating so much knowledge.

If I were still as innocent as a blank sheet of paper, I definitely wouldn't have such a dream.

She still remembers some blurry fragments.

The male protagonist is Fushimi Makoto, who initially operates in manual mode but later switches to passive mode.

"No matter what, there's no way we can avoid this."

Utaha got out of bed wrapped in a bathrobe, feeling ashamed and irritated.

She had no choice but to try to find a solution.

But just as she blushed and opened the door, she saw Fushimi Makoto had just entered the living room.

The other person was wearing sweatpants and Bluetooth headphones, clearly having just finished exercising.

Utaha's entire body froze.

She, who used to be eloquent, now seemed to have become mute.

Good morning, senior.

Fushimi Makoto seemed oblivious to anything amiss. He took off his headphones, greeted them with a smile, and said, "I'm going to take a shower, then I'll make breakfast. Oh, and..."

He asked with concern, "Is there any food you don't like to eat?"

"No." Utaha quickly shook her head.

At this critical juncture, how could I possibly care about food?

However, it's really nice to feel this kind of attentive care.

If this embarrassing incident hadn't happened, I would be very happy right now.

While Fushimi Makoto was taking a shower, she quickly changed back into her clothes.

She was thinking inside the room.

Three minutes later, she gave up thinking.

I can't think of a reasonable excuse at all!

A moment Fushimi Makoto came out, drying his hair. Seeing Utaha standing in the bedroom doorway in a daze, he asked in a curious tone, "What's wrong?"

"... I'm fine."

Utaha took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

Since there's no way to avoid it anyway, I might as well just tell him openly. That way, it won't seem strange, and I won't appear guilty.

She was trying to convince herself when Fushimi Makoto arrived at the door.

Their eyes met.

Suppressing her shame and embarrassment, she forced herself to remain calm and said, "I'm sorry, Fushimi, the sheets and blankets..."

She still couldn't bring herself to continue.

But Fushimi Makoto had already glanced at the bed sheets.

The wet marks are quite noticeable.

Just as Utaha was about to awkwardly run away, Fushimi Makoto's surprised voice rang out. "So you like to eat sitting on the bed, just like me?"

"Ah?"

Utaha was stunned.

Under her gaze, Fushimi Makoto calmly smiled and said, "I have the same habit. Whether I'm drinking cola or eating potato chips, if I'm playing on my phone, I always lazily lean against the bed and eat something."

He walked in casually, saying, "It's nothing, senior, you don't need to be too embarrassed. After all, I've accidentally spilled cola on the bed before."

Utaha's beautiful eyes gradually brightened.

Why didn't I think of that?

Sure enough, my mind went completely blank just now!

She quickly followed up on Fushimi Makoto's words, saying, "I'm so sorry, I was so engrossed in thinking yesterday that I sat on the bed with my teacup in my hand."

"I already said it's a small matter. I was planning to wash the blankets today anyway, since I'll need a new set of blankets and sheets next time we have guests."

Fushimi Makoto spoke, he went over and removed the duvet cover and sheets.

Because his back was to Utaha, she couldn't see the expression on his face.

His expression was strange.

This must be the legendary amount of anime content, otherwise it wouldn't cover such a large area.

He had guessed this would happen after Nino's mission reward was triggered last night.

So he prepared an excuse for Utaha in advance.

He just hadn't expected the quantity to be so large...

Utaha stood behind him, her blush still fresh, but her beautiful eyes were no longer filled with shyness, but with a delighted smile.

The perfectly smooth steps made it easy for her to walk down.

Take him down!

We must take him down!

When Fushimi Makoto turned around with the duvet cover in his arms, he saw Utaha staring at him with an incredibly charming smile.

That look in his eyes... it felt like he was about to explode with desire.

"What's wrong?" He remained calm.

"Your hair is messy." She smiled brightly.

"Oh, I just washed my hair, it's bound to be a mess."

Fushimi Makoto walked out of the room, he thought to himself, "As expected of a literary girl, even her way of confirming her feelings is so poetic. Luckily, I've read Haruki Murakami."

The phrase "my hair is messy" is said to be from Haruki Murakami's "If You Love Me," and is usually used to express strong feelings of attraction and affection.

Just then, Fushimi Makoto heard the long-awaited system notification sound.

[Congratulations, host, you have triggered a mission.]

Chapter 92 The Kiss That Captivated Me

[Congratulations, host, you have triggered a mission.]

[Mission Reward (Kasumigaoka's Charm Badge): As a considerate leg-fetishist old man, you must shower this beautiful girl who loves stockings with affection. Please have her wear various styles of stockings that you like and make her willingly let you play with her legs.]

[Note: Because you have too many competitors, she is planning to run away. Please be careful, host.]

So this is what caring means?

Fushimi Makoto wanted to complain, but he held back.

This task isn't difficult; it's just about choosing different styles of stockings and getting Utaha to wear them willingly, which might require "Nino or Yumiko's help."

After having breakfast together, Utaha returned the laptop to Fushimi Makoto.

She has already saved the manuscript.

"If I go to school with you, will it affect you?"

As she was putting on her shoes before leaving the house, she suddenly asked a question.

Fushimi Makoto: "Probably not, at most it's just another rumor about us."

Utaha tossed a strand of hair aside, a gesture that made her appear excessively alluring. "As long as you don't care about those rumors, I have no problem with that."

This answer is completely different from the last one.

The situation was similar last time, but she was worried that it would affect their friendship, so she asked Fushimi Makoto and discuss a solution.

But this time, she won't have that thought anymore.

Run away, bypass the beautiful girls around him, and capture him.

This is Utaha's swift playing style.

She wasn't sure if this playstyle would keep up with the current meta, but she was very confident in her physical attributes.

For example, when she was changing her shoes just now, she bent over, and the hem of her skirt twitched, revealing her plump, black-stockinged thighs. At that moment, she keenly sensed that Fushimi Makoto was attracted to her.

This is good news!

If her charm is enough to attract him, then her plan to sneak away will be more successful.

What if I win by sneaking away? In my dream, I'm passively holding onto the bed, my back to him—could that version of myself become reality?