I, who tortured the readers, was knocked to the ground by them!

Chapter 128: Too much coaxing
"Well, that's annoying."

Sato Wakaba curled up in the bathtub, hugging her knees and looking depressed.

Just now, she kept blaming Sakurai Itsuki and gave him a lot of reasons for her unhappiness.

But she knew very well that was not the important reason at all.

What really made her unhappy was that she had initially been very happy last night because of Sakurai Itsuki's rare gentleness, but now she felt more and more that he didn't really care about her at all.
Also, she had actually been looking forward to watching the first snow and building snowmen with him since a long time ago.

As a result, last night, the first snow night, and the whole day today, he spent all his time around Mizuno Yuki.
Well, it comes down to it.
The reason is still Yuki Mizuno. She is really, really too close to Ashu in her home!

Sato Wakaba certainly knew that she was being unreasonable.

But in my mind, I always think of Yuki Mizuno sticking to him naturally and hugging him.
I just can't be happy.

"Ugh"

Sato Wakaba sighed deeply, patted her hot face, and slowly stood up from the bathtub.

I've been soaking for a long time. I'll feel dizzy if I continue soaking.

She simply dried herself and wrapped herself in a bathrobe.

Coming out of the bathroom, she turned around, looked at herself in the mirror in front of the sink, and slightly pushed her chest forward.

At least my figure is still fuller than hers, right?
Ah, why do I have to compete with her in such an embarrassing way? She obviously has other advantages!
After spending so much time with him, I've become a bit of a pervert!

"A-choo, so cold, so cold."

Sato Wakaba shrank her neck, quickly ran back to her bedroom, and changed into a set of thick pajamas.

Inadvertently, I glanced at the corner of the closet where the pantyhose were piled up.

Even though she doesn't usually like wearing pantyhose.

But this winter, she still bought some thick black tights suitable for winter wear.

Sato Wakaba was slightly stunned and shook her head.

She won’t wear it!
If he likes it, let his childhood sweetheart wear it!

He even tore her pantyhose into tatters. How perverted and obscene!

I didn't expect that Yukiko, who looked so pure, could be so...
Thinking of this, Sato Wakaba pouted and slammed the wardrobe door shut.

She turned around and went downstairs wearing the slippers she had just taken out of the bathroom.

He tilted his head in the stairwell and secretly watched Sakurai Itsuki.

Sakurai Itsuki noticed Sato Wakaba's movement and immediately picked up the freshly heated lotus seed and pork ribs soup in front of him.

"It smells so good!"

Sakurai Itsuki spoke loudly in an emotionless tone, then pretended not to notice Sato Wakaba's appearance and took another sip of the soup.

"Mmm, delicious, perfect, this is the taste."

"Alright, that's enough. Your acting is truly terrible! It's a good thing you weren't discovered by a talent scout, otherwise you'd be constantly being called a useless, useless girl."

Sato Wakaba walked down the stairs while complaining.

"I'm telling the truth, it tastes really good. I wish I could always drink such delicious soup in the future." Sakurai Itsuki said after taking a sip of the soup.

For a girl of Japanese-British descent who grew up eating both Japanese and Western food, it must have taken a lot of effort to make the soup taste so authentic.

I had only briefly mentioned it to her before, but she took it so seriously.

This is also the reason why Sakurai Itsuki put aside his bad and withdrawn personality and coaxed Sato Wakaba when facing her temper.

Of course, he did feel a little guilty about the fact that he recognized Mizuno Yuki but did not tell Sato Wakaba about it.

Even though he didn't do anything out of line, why didn't she tell her right away?

Sakurai Itsuki thought about it and probably knew that it would be troublesome if he told her.

Or maybe, I don't want her to know?
I couldn't help but feel a little more empty in my heart.

"Hmph, I won't make it for you anymore no matter how delicious it is. Don't think I'll be happy just because you praise my soup. I'm not that easy to please."

Sato Wakaba tilted her head and spoke with a pout.

Seeing her like this, Sakurai Itsuki shrugged and thought to himself: No matter how bad her acting is, you still fall for it.

"By the way, why didn't you turn on the air conditioner? And the window was open."

Sato Wakaba sat on the first floor and found that the house was cold, with occasional cold wind blowing.

"Go look at the window." Sakurai Itsuki lowered his head and drank his soup, observing the reaction.

Sato Wakaba curiously moved closer to the window, then widened her eyes in surprise, with stars in her eyes, just like a kid in a comic book with "Wow, wow, cool" written all over her face.

It was a small snowman that was only about 20 centimeters tall.

Sakurai Itsuki made a simple snowman using toothpicks as arms and red beans from the kitchen as eyeballs.

Two lines of small words were written on the thin layer of snow: [I heard that Ruoye Kiss Your Soup is really delicious! I want to try it too! Let's make it next time!]

"Ah, so cute!"

Sato Wakaba clapped her hands. She was so touched by the cuteness that she almost jumped up with excitement.

Her face, which had just come out of the bath, was once again filled with her smile as bright as the sun.

Sakurai Itsuki knew that she had no resistance to such childish activities and cute toys.

He could even vaguely guess that if Mizuno Yuki hadn't interrupted her, she would have probably forced him to go build a snowman with her last night.
"Okay, I told you to blow-dry your hair right after you shower, and you're running around in flip-flops while the snow isn't even melting outside yet."

Sakurai Itsuki turned around and taught Sato Wakaba a lesson, taking out her cell phone to take a photo and post it on Instagram.

"Hehehe, Ah Shu, we are really becoming more and more alike. You are nagging like me now."

Sato Wakaba turned around and smiled with her eyes turning into crescents.

Although none of the sweets she had just bought were opened yet, her smile was as sweet as if it were soaked in honey.

Obviously, facing Sakurai Itsuki's teachings, she was not angry at all, but full of joy.

"Come upstairs quickly. I told you, if you are sick, I don't want to take care of you." Sakurai Itsuki put down the soup bowl in his hand and tapped her forehead.

"Ouch. Hmm." Sato Wakaba's forehead was hit, and she shrank her head back slightly and stuck out her tongue.

The hot blonde who was about to throw a tantrum just now nodded very obediently, turned around and skipped upstairs like a rabbit.

"Oh, by the way, since neither of us will be home during the day, the technician who was scheduled to repair your bedroom air conditioner won't be here until tomorrow. So you can sleep in my room. I'll stay in my studio tonight."

Sakurai Itsuki said.

"Okay! I got it!" Sato Wakaba, who was halfway jumping on the stairs, turned around and smiled at Sakurai Itsuki.

What? Aren’t you already taking care of me?

Ashu is also a tsundere!

Looking at Sato Wakaba happily going upstairs, Sakurai Itsuki was a little surprised.

He originally thought that, according to convention, she would use the excuse of letting her sleep in her room as an excuse to play nice with him.

However, it doesn't matter.

Sakurai Itsuki picked up the bowl and took another sip of the hot soup calmly.

I thought to myself, it’s been so long, and I still don’t understand your Sato Wakaba stuff?

After following this process, if this still doesn't work to appease you? It's like a sure thing!
Sakurai Itsuki was already very familiar with Sato Wakaba's problem-solving steps.

However, just when I was enjoying myself, the phone screen suddenly lit up.

The person who came was the one whose solution steps he had no idea about: Yuki Mizuno, and they made a video call directly.

Sakurai Itsuki was immediately overwhelmed, but he still answered the call. "I'm home!" As soon as Mizuno Yuki opened the door to her house, she immediately called Sakurai Itsuki.

Sakurai Itsuki drank his soup while holding up his phone and said, "Well, I'm glad you arrived safely."

"Aren't you curious why I made a video call?" asked Yuki Mizuno.

"why?"

"Because I want to see you!"

Upon hearing this, Sakurai Itsuki complained, "It's a bit too earthy, it's hard to be moved."

Of course, even though he said this, he couldn't help but marvel in his heart: Good looks really work, it's obviously such a tacky way to express ambiguity.

But with that pure appearance and pleasant voice, she is still so lethal.

"It's really hard to make you fall in love! Okay, actually, I want to see what your home is like. Aren't you curious about what mine is like?"

Sakurai Itsuki exchanged a few simple greetings with Mizuno Yuki, then heard the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs from upstairs.

Yingjingshu said quickly: "I'm glad to see you arrived safely. You must be tired from the journey. You should rest early."

He had just been coaxed into submission, so he didn't want to cause any more trouble.

"Ashu! Let's go make a bigger snowman!"

Sato Wakaba, who is always impetuous, always hears someone's voice before seeing them when she is excited.

Yuki Mizuno listened to the voice-over, smiled helplessly, and finally said goodbye to Sakurai Itsuki and hung up the video call.

Yuki Mizuno was lying on the bed, and she couldn't help but sigh in her heart that falling in love was really difficult.

However, I have endured for so many years and finally seen the light, so it’s nothing!

Yuki Mizuno was not discouraged by the voices around him, but instead became more determined in his own ideas.

"who are you talking to?"

Sato Wakaba tilted her head and asked Sakurai Itsuki.

Sakurai Itsuki turned around and found that Sato Wakaba had not only blown dry her long golden hair.

I also put on my down jacket and gloves again.

The two long legs are wrapped in two pairs of pure black cotton tights.

"Yuki, send me a message to let me know you're safe." Sakurai Itsuki told the truth.

Sato Wakaba pouted slightly, quite suspicious: "Then why are you acting like a thief?!"

After some brainstorming, Sakurai Itsuki found the perfect answer: "Because I'm afraid that if we live together, our relationship will seem too close, and I just rejected her confession, so I don't want to make her too sad."

Sato Wakaba seemed even happier after hearing the explanation: "Ashu, you are unexpectedly gentle! Let's go, let's build a snowman!"

"The snow outside is not that deep, and it's almost dark," said Sakurai Itsuki.

Although this year's first snow is heavier than in previous years.

But this is Tokyo, the temperature is not cold, and the snow will not last long in such a densely populated city.

The conditions outside right now are simply not suitable for activities like building snowmen.

But Sato Wakaba patted his chest and said, "If you work hard, maybe you can succeed!"

"Let's go, let's go! It's rare for me to wear thick tights. Didn't you say my legs are as beautiful as Chisato Moritaka's? Don't you want to build a snowman with a big star like Chisato Moritaka?"

Sato Wakaba pushed Sakurai Itsuki out of the yard.

When Sakurai Itsuki looked at Sato Wakaba, who was as excited as if she had taken stimulants, he suddenly felt a little regretful.

I seem to have tried too hard and over-coaxed her.

Couldn't you be a little less coaxing?

This person is easy to coax, but it is really difficult to deal with him.

Suddenly I still feel that that young lady is good.

Normally, when I get bullied, I can always fool myself.

Even if you are unhappy, in most cases you can deal with it with just a "sweat soybean".

Sakurai Itsuki said helplessly: "Then make me some soup. I want to drink chicken soup."

"You're such a request! I'll build a snowman as tall as you!"

at the same time.

"A-choo!" Hane Shion sneezed while squatting on a chair with her legs hugged.

He sniffed, the private chat interface on Twitter still stuck on the computer screen.

Those were the sweaty soybeans that Changshan Haruki sent me half an hour ago.

Her mind was still wandering on how to get closer to him.

It seems a bit cold.
Or should I deliberately catch a cold again?
Or, with the final exam coming up soon, should I deliberately fail a course? Anyway, the probability of Sakurai Itsuki having to make up for it should be quite high.

He kept recalling what happened before in his mind, and then quickly shook his head.

What are you thinking about!

Their work will be released on CM soon, and they will have a lot of things to do next!
Now it’s more important to do business!

How can I let this bastard interfere with my work?

Thinking of this, Hane Shion finally came to her senses, closed the Twitter interface, and then picked up the paintbrush.

To become more powerful, you have to maximize your strengths!
time flies.

In the blink of an eye, it is the end of December.

After the second semester in Japan ends, winter vacation begins.

12 month 27 day.

Young boys and girls usually enjoy this two-week holiday and prepare to welcome the new year.

Of course, many recent graduates are staying at home, preparing for various entrance exams or unified tests in the final semester.

This is the youth of most ordinary people.

However, most of the two-dimensional group, who would show disgust when the general public mentions the topic, are busy preparing another feast that belongs only to them.

Comic Market, abbreviated as CM.

The largest comic convention and doujinshi sales venue in Japan, no, it should be the world.

Here, in addition to the same things as other comic conventions, there are cosplayers wearing various character costumes and showing off their long legs, and a large number of photographers with expressionless faces taking sexy photos.

The most noteworthy thing is the various fan fiction books.

The books published here every year are not only professional-grade, but many of them are painted by very well-known illustrators in the industry. They are often translated into various languages and circulated on various apps overseas.

Of course, because this is a superstore with an average daily traffic of nearly 20 people.

Therefore, official animation and game companies will also come here to promote their works.

For example, some two-dimensional idol projects sometimes invite their own idol voice actors to sing and dance on the stage, and even perform some yuri business and various small games to please the otakus according to the script.

And the most important battle of Sakurai Itsuki and his club is about to officially begin.

They are going to officially release their first game work: "White Album, Prologue" in front of a bunch of professional game companies and well-known fan clubs.

(End of this chapter)