"A Falling Meteor"? No, "Starfall Strike" (5.3K)
"Did you choke?"
"No... hiccup... no, I feel a little dizzy..."
Shizuku held her head, as if only in this way could she feel better, or at least keep her vision from blurring.
No way...
Seeing the girl's expression and the slight blush on her fair face, he felt she looked very familiar.
"Shizuku, you don't drink alcohol, do you?"
"Who said that... hiccup, I'll drink it!"
Okay, no need to ask anymore, it's confirmed, he's drunk.
That's... not surprising.
Although the brandy and Dom Pérignon content, and they are incorporated into the chocolate.
But since we're hungry right now, our digestive system is absorbing nutrients particularly well.
Furthermore, this young lady from Kitayama seemed to rarely touch anything related to alcohol, so it was only natural that she became "drunk".
"Looks like I can't stay in this park any longer..."
And it was indeed getting late.
I never expected it to unfold like this.
He shook his head, picked up the drunk girl, and followed her directions, leading her back to the house where she was staying.
This is the home of a distant cousin of the Kitayama Family.
It seems this family has been eyeing Kitayama Shizuku, wanting her to marry into USNA to achieve some kind of cooperation, so they've been throwing all sorts of family parties lately.
Even now, the house still retains traces of the aftermath of the banquet.
Well, ultimately this is a matter between their relatives, and he can't really get involved in it.
The owner of the house looked at him with extreme hostility and questioned him about where Kitayama Shizuku had gone, but the answer he received was vague.
Finally, she received Shizuku from his hands.
Just as he was about to leave, Shizuku tugged at his sleeve.
"Don't go... stay for the night... you have nowhere to stay here anyway, don't you?"
Although he was drunk, he seemed to still be mentally sharp.
It seems they've already realized he didn't enter the country through normal channels.
"Shizuku, don't be stubborn. There are no other spare rooms in the house." The speaker was the owner of the house.
"It's okay, Mahiro can stay with me."
"That won't do!"
"There's nothing wrong with it. He's my fiancé, the eldest son of the Yotsuba Family... It's okay."
Okay, take back what I said earlier. My thinking isn't very sharp; it's become sluggish.
However, upon hearing his identity, the owner of the place dared not say anything more, much less stop him.
It seems this family is quite clear about what the surname Yotsuba Clan represents.
Then, Shizuku pulled him back into the room.
"Sit anywhere... hiccup. I'll go... change my clothes first."
That being said, the fact that she changed her clothes and all that happened right in front of him!
After taking her pajamas out of the closet, she took off her evening gown in front of him, then slowly picked up her pajamas and put them on.
However, there's actually a big problem with these pajamas. They seem to be long, fashionable one-piece pajamas without any cover-up.
Moreover, it was made of silk, a slightly sheen fabric, and it was a snow-white color that almost allowed the skin to see through, making it difficult to conceal Shizuku's delicate body.
Under the lights, it seemed to become even more evocative.
Not to mention, because she was wearing an evening gown, she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
Everything was vaguely visible.
The lace and delicate pleats sewn onto the pajamas cover the vital parts, but if the clothes are even slightly askew, parts that shouldn't be visible will seem to be exposed.
"Come on, let's go to sleep..."
Shizuku staggered up to him, took his hand again, and led him straight to the bed.
"Shizuku, are you pretending to be drunk, or are you really drunk?"
Mahiro Begins to Be Doubted.
Because of what just happened, I had this strange feeling that it was tempting him to commit a crime.
"What are you... hiccup? What did you say? I'm not drunk..."
Shizuku's speech has started to become a little slurred.
"Okay, you're not drunk, so go to sleep. I'll just find somewhere to make do."
He assumed she was just being drunk and acting crazy, but he felt he shouldn't act inappropriately at this time, so he decided to make do on the carpet.
But the result--
"No! You're a guest... how can you sleep on the floor? My bed is big, you can squeeze in... it's fine."
Although he was drunk and his vision was blurry, a force from who knows where suddenly pulled him onto the bed.
Although she herself also fell down there.
I must say, this bed is quite soft, and it has a faint fragrance, a unique scent emanating from Shizuku.
The problem is, it's one thing for a man and a woman to be alone in a room, but to sleep in the same bed together?
I must say, young lady, you're incredibly brave.
But in reality, Yotsuba Mahiro didn't do anything; he even gently covered Kitayama Shizuku with the blanket.
She couldn't get up and leave at all; her little hands were tightly gripping the hem of his clothes.
"... Fine, I'll just have to make do for one night."
He shook his head, banishing all other thoughts from his mind.
... Clearly, he didn't sleep well that night.
A warm, soft touch, even softer than this bed, unexpectedly came from behind.
Immediately afterwards, a pair of small hands wrapped around his waist.
"Hello, hello, I'm talking to Ms. Kitayama Shizuku?"
"..."
There was no response.
But he was certain that the young lady was not asleep.
At the very least, her breathing wasn't steady; instead, it was somewhat rapid and tense.
It was as if she had buried her head in his body; after a while, a muffled sound followed.
"... This is the first time I've ever slept in the same bed as a boy."
"Um."
"So... Mahiro -kun, I like you."
"Yes, I know."
"But Honoka likes you too, you know that? So, I feel a deep sense of guilt for expressing these feelings to you. I shouldn't have done this..."
Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, or perhaps it was something else.
The girl seemed unusually frank tonight.
However, even though he couldn't see her face, he could still feel the slight trembling in the arm wrapped around her waist.
Kitayama Shizuku's heart was filled with uncertainty.
That's to be expected, after all, it's about competing with your best friend for a man.
So he reached out and gently placed his hand on the back of the girl's hand, comforting her:
"What does it matter?"
"This era is not like the old monogamous system, and even if you don't express your feelings, before Honoka- Mayumi and Sayaka."
"Although it's inappropriate for me to say such things, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call me a scumbag, since things have come to this, why hide my feelings? Isn't it better to be honest with my true feelings?"
"As for your relationship, don't worry, I'll handle it. At worst, you two can both become my lovers."
Of course, the last sentence was just a joke.
However, he did genuinely want to give these girls a stable home.
But Kitayama Shizuku fell silent as a result, and no one knew what she was thinking.
After a long while, that familiar and calm voice rang out again.
"Mahiro, you're cunning and a womanizer."
"Yes, people often say that."
"But I still like you."
The girl said this.
To be precise, it's normal for an outstanding man like Yotsuba Mahiro to be liked by many girls.
Especially in this era.
Even with the advocacy of monogamy, only a minority of couples are able to maintain it in the end, especially those with Numbers.
Because of the rarity of magicians, their bloodline will eventually branch out and reproduce in large numbers.
Although her parents always only had each other, Kitayama Shizuku was still able to understand.
"So, you cunning Mahiro- kun, could you give me another kiss like you did in front of Raymond?"
Chapter 109 "Meteor Stream"? No, it's "Starfall Strike" (5.3K)
Raymond S. Clark is a sophomore at a high school in Berkeley, California, USA.
Unlike magic high schools, Berkeley High School is not positioned as a specialized magic education institution; it only offers elective courses in magic studies or magical skills at the college level.
Therefore, Raymond's magical power is not particularly strong in essence.
But this is only his public identity.
Secretly, this high school-aged boy is actually the operator of the "Supreme Throne," one of the "Seven Sages."
The "Supreme Throne" intrusion system is hidden within the "Echelon System III" global communications eavesdropping system used by the USNA military.
Seven operators who possess the link rights.
That is the commonality of the "Seven Sages": using the Supreme Throne, possessing efficiency that surpasses the echelon system, and being able to steal any information they want from the world's communication systems at will. These seven people are the true identities of the "Seven Sages".
For example, right now.
Even though it was already Yotsuba Miya, Raymond was still using the Supreme Throne to wander through a vast amount of information.
The trail of light transformed into text, which then became the search criteria.
The terminal for the Supreme Throne is a virtual reality head-mounted display that is operated via brainwaves and gestures.
The camera captures the movement of fingertips and then reflects their trajectory in a virtual field of view.
The operator draws characters formed by light in an imaginary space, records them as search criteria, and then sends out selection and decision instructions with the assistance of brainwaves.
He enjoys knowing things.