Chapter 228
"I know, but now it's my turn to go a step further."
Yuki was somewhat reluctant to leave. "Senior, you could actually choose to go all in."
All in?
Mai Sakurajima paused for a moment, then suddenly realized something, grabbed her collar, and pinched Yuki's face hard.
"You idiot, you're definitely up to no good!"
"I'm just going along with what you said. Ouch, go easy on me. You have an extraordinary physique now, stronger than a hydraulic clamp."
Mai Sakurajima quickly let go, and seeing that Yuki's cheeks were only slightly red, she knew she had been tricked.
She wanted to say something, but then she caught a glimpse of another figure in the entryway.
Hiyori was standing by the door, covering her face with her hands, but a pair of curious eyes peeked out from between her fingers.
There are also people just watching and enjoying the show.
"Don't touch me." She quickly slapped away Yuki's outstretched hand, trying to put on a serious expression. "By the way, what's with you having Kaguya-chan as your dowry?"
"Of course I'm joking. If I dared to do that, Hayasaka would be the first to come after me!"
That's true.
Mai Sakurajima's mood improved slightly. Recently, her "official wife radar" had noticed something was wrong, so she stared at Yuki's blood-red eyes.
They stared at each other silently for only a few seconds Yuki a chill run down his spine. He wondered if he should act more open and honest, or more affectionate and tender.
"So when did you..." Mai Sakurajima shifted her gaze, pointing menacingly at the phone on the floor:
"Only then can we turn off that filthy thing?!"
Chapter Fourteen: Respect for the Past, Respect for the Future
Kaguya Shinomiya, you did a great job helping me out.
Yuki dumped the broken phone into the trash can, feeling a pang of sadness at the increasing scarcity of Western art films.
Hiyori is very obedient, at most she'll secretly watch the drama unfold, but the most difficult one to deal with is this silly young lady.
In her heart, Yuki was also very grateful to the other party. Not to mention easing the awkwardness, at least it livened up the team atmosphere. These days of continuous exploration had exhausted everyone.
"But she seems genuinely angry. Tsk, well, it's not the first time anyway, she'll be fine in a few days."
Yuki didn't take it to heart. Kaguya Shinomiya was extremely emotional yet extremely rational, and wouldn't do anything outrageous. Besides, who doesn't enjoy teasing the young lady?
The familiar room, the familiar faces—it truly felt like I was back in Izu.
Yuki stretched and could see the Grand Blue outside the window. This was a holographic projection that he had exchanged for a full 5 points. There was no fishy sea breeze, and at least visually it was very comfortable for him.
Actually, a real ocean could be created here, even with a beach, sea breeze, and sunshine, but that would require a huge amount of points, Yuki isn't so extravagant as to waste her points on enjoyment.
But that's enough. Besides, who goes to see the sea? Beautiful women are much prettier.
Yuki turned his head slightly. In the cramped kitchen, Mai Sakurajima- senpai was making curry rice. All the ingredients could be exchanged, and the gas stove was practically nuclear-powered; he couldn't see any gas intake pipe anywhere.
I just don't know where to throw the trash. Anyway, this pure white space is boundless, so I can just throw it anywhere far away.
The familiar scent lingered. Since Mai Sakurajima couldn't get her old stockings back, she changed into a new pair of black stockings, this time thinner, revealing glimpses of her snow-white thighs.
She had her hair in pigtails, held a spoon in one hand, and reached under her skirt with the other to pull up her black stockings before letting go.
Smack
The highly elastic stockings bounced back, creating slight ripples on the skin.
The senior student is indeed very horny.
Yuki frowned as he admired the sight, then another face appeared before him like a ghost, blocking his view.
"Aren't you afraid that Kaguya will shoot you in the back?" Hayasaka Ai didn't need to turn around to know what this idiot was looking at, and thought to herself, "Am I letting him relax a bit too much?"
She was still wearing her maid outfit, her eyes filled with resentment. She had spent so much time and effort getting her mistress to quiet down that she had completely forgotten to keep an eye on her senior.
"Would she?" Yuki asked lazily, propping his head up with his hand.
"No, Miss is a rational person and can handle things well," Hayasaka replied immediately, then pursed her lips. "But it's really troublesome for me to clean up your mess. I've said it many times, if she embarrasses me too much, I'll feel ashamed too."
I can tell. He was eavesdropping, but he couldn't hold back.
"I couldn't help myself for a moment, and I went a bit too far." Yuki's attitude was very good, and he immediately apologized to Anko Nissini Masai, but he still couldn't help laughing, "She started the topic, and didn't you think it was really interesting?"
Hayasaka Ai's lips twitched, and she almost couldn't hold back her laughter. Fortunately, she caught a glimpse of a crack in the door, revealing blood-red eyes, as if an evil spirit was staring at her.
"Ahem, I won't laugh at my owner. I need to educate her about physiology. Remember to use a different method next time."
"Yes, Maid-sama." Yuki quickly cooperated, patting her chest and promising, "I, Yuki Sorajima, will absolutely not persecute Kaguya Shinomiya."
Unless you can't help it.
He silently added in his mind, "A silly beauty is much more interesting than an ice sculpture beauty."
Click.
The door closed, and Hayasaka sigh of relief. Now she could laugh without restraint, clutching her stomach.
"Hey, hey, hey, are you trying to overthrow the Heavenly Gang?"
"No, I'm just happy for Kaguya." Hayasaka hugged her knees, curling up in her chair. "How should I put it? In the Reincarnation Game, she's actually become more cheerful than before. I rarely saw her looking so helpless before."
Even if her heart Earth Collapse, Kaguya Shinomiya will remain outwardly composed in the name of the Shinomiya Clan; this is a disguise stemming from her identity.
Having no one you care about and no one you need to rely on only makes you appear weak, and weakness is a word that should never appear in education. The sole purpose of interacting with others is to make better use of them.
'After all, it's a battle of wits in love between geniuses; there's a kind of pointless competitiveness involved.'
Yuki actually understood Kaguya Shinomiya better than Hayasaka imagined; it was a conflict between her upbringing and her true nature.
At the age of sixteen or seventeen, when one is at the peak of youth and passion, how could one possibly become a cold and heartless person?
"That's normal. Those ideas are necessities for her as an upper-class person, but she starts as a weakling in the Reincarnation Game." Yuki stroked his chin, like a psychologist. "This situation is very unstable, and there's a high chance she'll turn to the dark side and unleash her full potential."
"Like you?"
Why am I being dragged into this again?
Yuki thought for a while, then nodded. If he were truly unrestrained and his heart were filled with desire, he might actually be stronger than he is now.
"But I met you all, Kaguya met me; there was no chance for her to turn evil."
Yes, there are.
Hayasaka Ai's lips moved, but she didn't say anything unlucky, and listened quietly to Yuki's analysis.
"Kaguya is kind-hearted by nature, a bit tsundere, but actually extremely sentimental. She's only been participating in the Reincarnation Game for a little over a month, so she still retains some of her old habits. Don't worry, as time goes on..."
Yuki started babbling on and on, but his voice trailed off as he noticed the maid's expression change, becoming doubtful and meaningful.
"You... know Kaguya very well? I had no idea you two were so close?"
Damn, that's gone too far.
Yuki, realizing his mistake, forced a smile and explained, "I have a special ability, just like Hiyori, that I understood all of you the moment we met."
"The way you explain it makes it seem more and more plausible." Hayasaka Ai's face darkened, her voice cold. "Don't even think about having the young lady as part of your dowry."
"I already said it was just a joke, why are you all making such a big deal out of it? I'm from the planet with huge breasts, I'll never be interested in airports."
What kind of alien are you???
Yuki paused for a moment, looking at the maid's ample bosom, which she casually placed on the table. He then realized he had accidentally hurt his teammate.
"Ahem, I'm a lover of all kinds of things, big or small, long or short, they're all my favorites."
That's more like it, but is that really what he meant?
Hayasaka stole a glance at her senior's back; she was humming a little tune, her ponytail swinging back and forth.
Well, she's not that old, just around average.
The maid then turned her head to look at Shiina Hiyori, who was huddled on the sofa. The latter was holding a thick book, but she secretly raised her head and quickly lowered it after her eyes met Hayasaka's. She then quietly hugged her chest.
This bystander is quite something, but she doesn't have the guts.
Hayasaka nodded in satisfaction and slowly stood up. "I'll go call Miss for dinner. Hiyori, stop pretending to read and help your senior get the bowls and chopsticks."
"She won't come out unless she sulks for a few days?" Yuki was somewhat skeptical; he had indeed really angered Kaguya this time.
"Don't worry, I have a plan. Kaguya is very proud; a little provocation will do the trick."
Hayasaka Ai walked away Lightness, Yuki knew she was just trying to provoke him. He slightly raised his head, looked at Hiyori was walking by quietly like a kitten, and instantly appeared in front of her, blocking her way.
"Mr. Yuki?"
"You're really enjoying the show, aren't you? Any thoughts or insights to share?" Yuki reached out and pinched the girl's cheek, finding it incredibly soft and smooth to the touch.
"I didn't watch the play; I didn't even have time to read the novels I redeemed." Hiyori's voice was somewhat muffled, and she felt as if her face was changing shape like clay.
"Nonsense, I've noticed you for a while now. For example, that book you were holding just now, 'Sex and Emptiness,' when did you start reading erotic novels?"
"Huh? I clearly put two book covers on it."
Smack
As they were talking, Yuki felt a light tap on the head. He quickly let go of her hand, turned around, and saw his senior, wearing a white apron, standing behind him with one hand on her hip and the other holding a spatula.
"Don't bully Hiyori. Go wipe the table and mop the floor."
"Senior, this place isn't even dusty, what's there to wipe?"
"This is called a pre-meal ritual. You also have to take responsibility for housework; you're not allowed to be a lazy pig!"
Without a word of discussion, Yuki grumbled twice in annoyance and ran to the bathroom to get a mop, even though he didn't know what was so special about cleaning the spotless floor.
Before long, everyone had arrived. Kaguya was still furious and maintained an ice sculpture-like expression, but when she saw Yuki huffing and puffing as he mopped the floor, she couldn't help but turn her head away and smooth the corners of her mouth.
Hmph, you've finally met your match.
Without a doubt, Yuki is cunning and powerful. A man like him should be sitting on a mountain of corpses, leaning on his sword and deep in thought. But at this moment, his ordinariness seems even more precious. Upon reflection, he realizes that Yuuki is no different from himself.
Is everything changing, yet nothing changes?
When Kaguya came to her senses, she found herself in the kitchen, where Mai Sakurajima, holding a bowl and chopsticks, was looking at her with a puzzled expression.
"Senior, I'll help too."
Mai Sakurajima paused for a moment, then smiled gently and handed him the bowl, "That idiot can be terrifyingly calm sometimes, and outspoken at other times. Don't get angry with him."
"Yes, I misunderstood him first, so it's normal for him to want revenge."
"Kaguya-chan, you're quite reasonable."
"Please excuse me. Actually, I just really enjoy watching him do housework. Senior, please have him do more chores when he has time, so he doesn't torment me when he's free."
"Sure, but you have to participate too. You can't leave everything to Hayasaka."
"Okay, I'll be in charge of making tea from now on. I don't know why, but I always feel like I have some talent for it."
The two walked back to the round table, whispering to each other, and sat down in their chairs. There weren't many dishes on the table, just a few plates of curry, two kinds of vegetables, and a bowl of miso soup.
It's simple. Mai Sakurajima's cooking skills are average, but when Yuki walked out of the restroom, he felt like he was surrounded by a table full of delicacies.
Mai Sakurajima, Hayasaka, Kaguya, Hiyori all turned around to look, each with a different expression.
Whether gentle, focused, cold, or Lightness, they may not be a sea of flowers, but they are certainly vying for attention.
Yuki's gaze softened, just like an ordinary person returning home after a long day of work to have dinner with their family.
"You can express your feelings after you eat. I'm starving." Mai Sakurajima waved her hand, as if she was getting a little impatient.
This is a lie; those with extraordinary physical abilities hardly need to eat.
Yuki strode over to the table, stared at the scarlet curry, and seemed lost in thought.
"Why don't you sit down?"
Smack
Yuki suddenly snapped his fingers, conjuring a bottle of strong liquor from the list. Seeing everyone's surprised looks, he shook his head.
"Don't panic, you're all minors, you can't drink alcohol." Yuki flicked the cork off the bottle with his thumb, pondered for a moment while holding onto the table, and then suddenly turned the bottle upside down.
Splash!
The liquid spilled onto the floor, emitting a pungent odor.