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

When Sakurai Itsuki groggily opened his eyes again...

The sunlight outside was quite dazzling, even through the curtains.

Looking at the somewhat unfamiliar ceiling, I was first a little dazed, and then I realized that I had not been in my own room last night.

"What time did they sleep in?"

It definitely doesn't look like early morning.

Suddenly I felt heavy and even had trouble breathing.

Sakurai Itsuki turned his head slightly and saw the culprit, who was still sleeping with his eyes half-closed.

She clung tightly to Sakurai Itsuki with both arms, just like a sloth sleeping while hugging a tree trunk, and slammed her golden head onto one of Sakurai Itsuki's shoulders.

As a result, Sakurai Itsuki's entire arm went numb, and he could barely feel anything.

In addition, her long legs, which could surpass those of Moritaka Chisato, clamped down on Sakurai Itsuki like scissor kicks, although she didn't exert force like a fighting technique.

But it's still excessively heavy.

Sato Wakaba, who falls asleep every night hugging a doll or pillow, obviously also uses him as a pillow in her sleep out of habit.

She put almost half of her weight on Sakurai Itsuki.

However, Sakurai Itsuki lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the two snow-white mounds that were also pressing down on him. He immediately forgave her sleeping posture, which was quite stressful for him.

Although I already knew that this girl's figure was not actually that of a young girl, but rather had a rather European style.

But last night still exceeded Sakurai Itsuki's expectations.

After verification, he was now certain that all the calories he consumed had gone perfectly to where they were supposed to go.

Sakurai Itsuki took a deep breath to bring her thoughts back.

He looked at the girl who was pressing down on his shoulder.

The bright summer sun shone on her face, making her hair sparkle.

Her warm, red lips parted slightly as she breathed evenly and steadily.

Looks like she's sleeping soundly.

Sakurai Itsuki felt a little unreal for a moment.

Even though we've known each other for so long, I feel like she doesn't quite match the girl I remember.

It was even more beautiful and captivating than I had originally remembered.

It must be because of the change in status.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and that's certainly true, especially since she was indeed a beauty on par with Xi Shi.

No, after last night, she shouldn't be considered a girl anymore, but a woman, right?

The woman who belongs to me.

Sakurai Itsuki was feeling a bit uncomfortable under the pressure, but after thinking about it, she let her do as she pleased.

Although I don't know what time it is, I actually woke up first today.

Normally, she would have gotten up long ago, made breakfast, and then banged on her bedroom door, rudely urging herself to sit down quickly.

Yesterday, this guy, who always has an abundance of energy, was unusually exhausted.

For some unknown reason, Sato Wakaba had a sweet smile on her face in her sleep, a smile that was completely out of character for her bold and unrestrained personality.

Sakurai Itsuki was so engrossed in watching that he didn't know how much time had passed before he carefully moved his slightly numb body.

He gently moved closer to her cheek without waking her.

At that moment, she seemed to sense something was wrong. Her small nose wrinkled slightly, her long, golden eyelashes fluttered, and she made soft "mmm" sounds.

Seeing that she was about to wake up, Sakurai Itsuki became quite interested and quickly closed his eyes to pretend to be asleep. Then he squinted slightly, intending to secretly observe her reaction.

Sato Wakaba slowly opened her eyes, looked at the man she was using as a body pillow, and blinked blankly.

"Ahhh."

Sato Wakaba came to her senses, but did not release Sakurai Itsuki, who was being pressed down and unable to breathe.

Instead, he first winced in pain, then chuckled foolishly a few times.

Then, blushing slightly, she shook her head gently as if being coquettish, and rubbed her soft cheek against Sakurai Itsuki.

That usually carefree guy is now acting like a shy kitten who has finally recognized you as its master and is now acting all cute and affectionate towards you.

He even put on an act of indulging in enjoyment.

However, Sato Wakaba didn't enjoy it for long. After about four or five seconds, she seemed to remember something and raised her head in surprise.

Then, carefully, she finally released her embrace and the weight pressing down on him.

To avoid waking him, she gently propped herself up and moved her body as quietly as if she were doing something wrong.

Sakurai Itsuki couldn't help but think to himself: I've never seen you act like this before, as if you're afraid of waking me up.

The two, sharing a bed for the first time, were both overly considerate of each other's feelings due to their unfamiliarity with each other.

"Damn it, it's already this late, we're doomed."

She glanced at the time on her phone, gasped softly, and slapped her forehead in frustration.

The two of them actually slept until 2:30 in the afternoon.

The alarm clock had gone off a long time ago, but somehow the two of them vaguely turned it off.

Sato Wakaba couldn't even remember what time the two of them fell asleep last night.

Sato Wakaba murmured softly, "I overslept, but thankfully this guy always wakes up later than me."

It's not too late, there's still time.

According to the comic book plots I've read before, those popular female characters would make breakfast for their boyfriends before they woke up the next day after their first time.

This is said to be the most girlfriend-friendly scene.

When he gets up and goes downstairs, he'll be very happy to see a table full of hot food!

Thinking this, Sato Wakaba prepared to get up quickly and make a proper "girlfriend breakfast," but after looking around her room, she couldn't help but sigh, "This is terrible."

This is the first time I've ever seen my bedroom in such a mess.

The toys that were previously placed on the bed were all thrown on the floor.

Their clothes and the carefully chosen kimono were scattered all over the floor.

Sato Wakaba got up, tiptoed to the wardrobe, casually pulled out a nightgown, and then turned to see the giant teddy bear she had named "Itsuki".

"Ah Shu" was lying in the corner of the room, his smug expression making him look strangely pitiful.

It looked as if it had been abandoned by its owner.

Sato Wakaba shrugged and said, "There's nothing I can do. You're just a bootleg version of Itsuki, I have to sleep with the real one."

Hearing Sato Wakaba whispering to the doll, Sakurai Itsuki almost burst out laughing.

Even though they're already adults, they're still so adorable.

"I'll deal with you later, I need to go cook for my real Asuka first!" Sato Wakaba announced to the poor dolls on the ground with a hint of smugness, revealing her fickle nature.

They can't sleep with her now!
"Ouch, that really hurts. I hope he really doesn't have those perverted thoughts."

Sato Wakaba simply put on a set of summer pajamas, then glanced back at Sakurai Itsuki, who was pretending to be asleep and trying not to laugh.

She seemed genuinely afraid that Sakurai Itsuki might do something drastic. Just last night's events had caused so much pain; if something like that happened, someone would definitely die.

As she spoke, Sato Wakaba pushed open the bedroom door, preparing to go downstairs.

But then, as if remembering something, he suddenly turned back.

She moved closer to Sakurai Itsuki, gently tucked her long hair behind her ear, and then leaned down slightly to bring her warm lips to Sakurai Itsuki's cheek.

Just as their faces were inches apart, close enough to feel each other's breath, Sakurai Itsuki suddenly opened his eyes, looking at her with amusement as she tried to steal a kiss: "What do you want to do?" Sato Wakaba's fair face instantly flushed crimson. "I, I..."

Caught red-handed, she stammered and tried to explain.

But then I suddenly realized, what explanation do I need right now?
Sato Wakaba said earnestly and directly, "I want to kiss you!"

Faced with such a direct approach, Sakurai Itsuki immediately reached out and cupped her head, then pulled her towards him.

And then...
Sato Wakaba's pajamas, which she had just put on, were wasted again.

Half past four in the afternoon.

In the living room on the first floor, Sakurai Itsuki was wearing an apron, which was unusual for him, and was preparing a meal.

Meanwhile, Sato Wakaba sat quietly at the dining table, propping her chin on her hand, watching Sakurai Itsuki busy at work.

I didn't watch videos or stare at my phone; I just quietly watched him.

"You know my skills, so I can only make do with what I have."

Sakurai Itsuki placed the steaming hot dishes in front of Sato Wakaba.

“You’ll sleep in your own room tonight,” Sato Wakaba pouted slightly and complained.

Sakurai Itsuki asked, "What do you mean? Are you the kind of scumbag who dumps me after a one-night stand?"

Sato Wakaba complained that this guy had ruined her beloved wife's breakfast plan!

"Hmph, if you keep going like this, it'll affect your normal life! You promised you'd be gentle, what a liar!"

As she spoke, she picked up her chopsticks, took a dish that had been prepared by the stay-at-home husband, and put it in her mouth.

"It's so-so. It's overcooked and has too much salt. It's nowhere near as good as what I make!"

Sakurai Itsuki quickly said something nice: "Of course I'm far inferior to you. Your skills are even better than those of a Michelin-starred chef. That's beyond doubt."

Sato Wakaba rolled her eyes at Sakurai Itsuki: "You bootlicker! Then why won't you let me do it?"

Sakurai Itsuki immediately understood that the dissatisfaction she was expressing was not because it was already afternoon and he was still dragging her along with the idea that "the day's plan starts in the morning," but because he seemed to have ruined some kind of ritual that she valued highly.

Sakurai Itsuki said, "Weren't you having trouble walking just now? I'd feel bad if you did that."

Sato Wakaba rolled her eyes: "Who do you think did this?"

Sakurai Itsuki said, "After all, it's a gift from Hase-sensei, so let's use it all at once."

Sato Wakaba snorted coldly as she ate her food: "Hmph, it's really fortunate that she only gave me a pack of six."

Sakurai Itsuki: "That's no more. Actually, I'm also very tired. I'm in a lot of pain, and my strength is almost gone. I think you should be more proactive next time."

"Ugh! Annoying! Don't bring this up during dinner!"

Sato Wakaba blushed slightly, pulled down Sakurai Itsuki's eyelids, made a face, and stuck out her tongue.

Sakurai Itsuki stopped discussing the topic and instead asked, "You didn't post on Instagram? That's rare."

Sakurai Itsuki picked up her phone and quickly browsed the messages.

I've been busy since I woke up and haven't had a chance to check my phone.

Given Sato Wakaba's personality, Sakurai Itsuki would have been happy to announce her relationship on Instagram—no, she should have announced it in any place in the world where people can freely express their opinions.

She should be the kind of person who wants the whole world to know that he likes her.

However, I didn't see her send any messages today.

Not only is it not on Instagram, but it's not even in group chats.

"Dating this lousy guy like you is nothing to brag about! It's shameful."

Still harboring resentment, Sato Wakaba spoke sarcastically.

Sakurai Itsuki pressed on, "Really? You're really okay not telling everyone?"

Although Sakurai Itsuki is not the type of person who likes to publicize his privacy on social media.

However, officially announcing a relationship can have other meanings besides showing affection.

For example, declaring sovereignty.

For many couples, this declaration of ownership may not have any real meaning.

But for Sakurai Itsuki, this was undoubtedly a bombshell.

Sakurai Itsuki knew it would be troublesome, but he felt that Sato Wakaba wouldn't be able to feel at ease unless he did it this way.

Thinking back to Sato Wakaba's hysterical crying and screaming last night before we finally broke the ice.

Sakurai Itsuki felt genuinely guilty and heartbroken.

Sato Wakaba paused for a moment, then understood what he meant: "I'm already very happy that you have this thought."

Sakurai Itsuki said, "We had to say it sooner or later, didn't we?"

He understood Sato Wakaba's dilemma.

Whether it's Yuki Mizuno or Shion Hasegawa, they are both rivals in love and inseparable friends to her.

But dragging it out is pointless.

Sato Wakaba reached out and gently placed her hand on Sakurai Itsuki's: "But I don't want to do this now. Let me enjoy this pure joy for a while longer! Then... I'll find a chance to tell them myself, okay?"

After a brief silence, Sakurai Itsuki said, "It's up to you."

Sato Wakaba: "Yes, but I still hope you can keep a little distance from them, except for work-related matters."

Sakurai Itsuki nodded: "I know. I'll tell you about work in advance, after all, I'm a married man!"

Upon hearing Sakurai Itsuki's words "married man," Sato Wakaba blushed instantly: "Idiot, we're still a long way from getting married!"

"It's getting late, isn't it? Don't you only date people you want to marry?"

"Let's talk about it after we meet your parents! Let's eat!"

As the two spoke, Line messages kept flashing.

When Sakurai Itsuki clicked on Line, the first unread message was from Hase Shion.

Hasegawa Shion: [How long are you going to sleep?]

Seeing that her message was marked as read, Hasegawa Shion immediately replied with delight.

Hasegawa Shion: [What a lazybones! Didn't Wakaba wake you up today? Oh, by the way, take a look at the draft above.]

Sakurai Itsuki: [Wakaba overslept too and didn't wake me. We'll talk about the manuscript later.]

Hasegawa Shion: [Eh, you two actually overslept? That's rare.]

On one side, Hasegawa Shion tilted her head, looking somewhat suspicious.

Something just doesn't feel right.

But thinking about it, it's a good thing!

Does Ruoye not wake him up anymore?

It must be that Wakaba and he had a fight.
Could it be because we've been getting very close lately?
I'm both happy and sad.
But, Wakaba, I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do about it.

Hasegawa Shion said: [Never mind, I'll show you the manuscript tomorrow during the elective! There are only two electives left! I have something more important to tell you, look at this post.]

Before the post was even sent, Sakurai Itsuki's reply arrived first.

Sakurai Itsuki: [I'm taking tomorrow off, and I won't be attending the remaining elective classes either.]

Sakurai Itsuki: [Send me the manuscript online.]

Hasegawa Shion: "Huh?"

Something's not right, is it? (End of Chapter)