Tragedy! A Whole Night of Weightlifting

"It's a bit of a shame—spending the first night at school not in my own dorm."

After the class gathering ended, Yuki Gyakukai was now in someone else's room, surveying the layout around him.

Most dorms were the same, basically equipped with a private bathroom, a kitchen for cooking, and a sleeping area.

A single dorm was only a dozen or so square meters, yet it managed to pack in so many things.

In the bedroom, there was a bed, a computer desk, a sofa, and even room for a wardrobe and a fridge.

Truly a strange dozen-odd square meters—whether to mock it or just accept it.

Splash, splash...

The sound of water dripped steadily onto the floor, coming from the bathroom next door where someone was showering.

That someone was our vain, jealous, seductive and coquettish Miss Tomie.

As for why, at this hour, our Yuki Gyakukai had ended up in this room—it all came down to that shopping bag from earlier.

"Three boxes... twelve per box. A bit of a challenge, but with a one-week deadline, it's not that hard—Tomie's got plenty of play value..."

Just as Yuki Gyakukai was still mentally allocating the usage schedule for the work uniforms, the bathroom door quietly slid open.

"Creak~"

Wearing a loose, snow-white bathrobe, Tomie was radiating steaming heat, her narrow, bewitching eyes fixed on Yuki Gyakukai sitting on the bed.

Even though the two of them had spent many years together, and this kind of scene had played out countless times beyond counting, Yuki Gyakukai still couldn't help his heart skip a beat.

Maybe it was because today's fiancée was, as always, just that captivating.

Seeing her fiancé's pathetic reaction, the supremely confident Tomie strode over slowly on her long, fair legs.

As that soft, fragrant body drew near, Yuki Gyakukai felt a moment of dizziness—this ambiguous scene made his heart itch with longing.

Sure enough, Tomie was still Tomie, and he still liked her as always.

Though his fiancée's development wasn't fully mature yet, he believed that one day, she could catch up to the other adult Tomies in the Hanyu Family.

"You seem dissatisfied with my body." Tomie felt the burning gaze, her face darkening as she instinctively clenched her little fists.

Her silvery-white teeth ground together with a grating sound.

Like! Like! Like!

This kind of Tomie was just too amazing!

Bracing his hands on the bed, he stood up in front of Tomie, saying nothing as he pulled her straight into his embrace.

His strong, powerful arms locked the girl in his arms tightly. Because she'd just bathed, her skin was slightly damp.

Since it was a sudden attack, the girl's face, usually fairer than snow, flushed into a soft cherry-pink.

Unlike her queenly form, this Tomie had an adorable, girlish charm.

"I knew you couldn't escape my grasp. You're still as obsessed with my soul and body as ever—what a despicable man." Even though she was already shy to the point of being mortified, Tomie still talked tough.

Wait, aren't tsunderes supposed to be losing dogs?

Did Tomie catch the wave of the times?

Holding the body in his arms tightly, Yuki Gyakukai had long gotten used to his fiancée's habit of saying one thing while meaning another.

The fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose, instantly whetting his appetite—as if in his arms was a soft, sweet little cake.

It wasn't now, but it would be soon.

The two didn't hold each other for long before parting.

"Tomie, your hair still seems a bit wet. Let me blow-dry it for you, or you'll have a rough time sleeping later."

The less-than-honest Tomie rolled her eyes, giving her less-than-honest fiancé a sharp glare.

"What do you mean 'let me blow-dry it for you'? Every time before, I complained about the trouble of washing my hair—you were the one who washed it, and you were the one who dried it. Obviously, you were the one looking forward to it every time, so why push the blame onto me?"

"Nagging... fine, Lady Tomie, please forgive me. Let me dry your hair—this is the request of my life!" Yuki Gyakukai, about to say more, caught his fiancée's displeasure and instantly dropped to his knees in apology.

His face-changing act was a masterpiece, worthy of UNESCO recognition.

"Ha~ ha! Of course, no problem." Seeing her fiancé like this, Tomie laughed happily, her eyes curving with genuine mirth, looking playful and cute.

The two sat at the head of the bed. Tomie, with perfect unspoken understanding, turned her back and lifted her hair. Yuki Gyakukai touched her slightly damp locks and began working.

Tomie's hair was long, making washing it inconvenient and upkeep troublesome. She usually let it hang loose down her back or over her shoulders, rarely tying it up.

Unless she was doing outdoor activities or competitive sports, she'd opt for a high ponytail.

Sometimes she'd also tie it into pigtails, but the reasons for that were not for outsiders to know.

Because of all these factors, long ago, Tomie had entrusted her hair to Yuki Gyakukai's care.

Though Yuki Gyakukai felt that doing these things for his fiancée was meaningful, looking at that thick, jet-black mane, he sometimes found it frustrating.

He'd always wanted Tomie to get a hime cut, but he was afraid stray hairs might fall to the ground, take root, and sprout into new Tomies—that would be a real pain.

Generally, the Tomie family would burn any expelled body tissue to keep the family numbers in check.

But after all, hair is so scattered and plentiful that it's inevitable some strands get missed.

To the point that even now, Yuki Gyakukai's desire to see Tomie's Princess Cut hairstyle remained unfulfilled.

Time passed slowly within the room, and the strands of Tomie's hair held in his hand were almost gone.

After about half a minute, Yuki Gyakukai slowly let go of Tomie's hair.

He turned his head to look at her delicate face: "So what's the plan for tonight? Same as usual?"

That fair, refined little face showed no particular expression.

Tomie reached out, wrapping a strand of black hair that hung over her shoulder around her finger again and again.

"Same as usual... probably not possible. I have class tomorrow, after all. It's the first day at this school, so I can't keep skipping class like I did back in middle school."

That makes sense, but it's not like you, Tomie... Have you been body-snatched or something?

"What rude thing are you thinking now, fiancé? You're really being naughty. Looks like I'll have to punish you tonight!"

Looking at that fierce expression, it was still kind of cute.

"Yuki, I remember you used to practice weightlifting, didn't you?"

Not catching on, Yuki Gyakukai thought for a moment and nodded: "I did train for a while, yeah... Why are you asking about that?"

"Hehe, I want you to lift me up tonight. Like weightlifting—up and down, all night long. Got a problem with that!?"

Hey, you're not actually asking for my consent here, are you?

But still, she's my charming and adorable fiancée, so of course I have to satisfy her completely!

I heard from the comments that the pictures I posted earlier didn't show up. But I clearly uploaded them here—it seems like only you guys can't see them.

If possible, if you couldn't see the previous pictures, let me know, and I'll re-upload them.