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

The sky was already tinged with a wine-red hue.

After leaving the company, the two went to the mall and picked out some household items.

Sakurai Itsuki, carrying shopping bags, rubbed the still slightly aching flesh around his waist and sighed, "Ouch, you really went too far."

Sato Wakaba walked ahead with her hands behind her back, stomping her feet leisurely, looking smug and natural: "Really? You seemed quite composed just now, not saying a word!"

Sakurai Itsuki said, "You really want me to embarrass myself in front of everyone? Or are you a pervert with a really bad sense of humor who likes to do weird things in public?"

As soon as Sakurai Itsuki said this, neither of them thought of certain scenes from popular adult films in Japan or even the world.

For example, in classrooms, libraries, or on trams, men and women might secretly engage in activities that cannot be discovered.

Sato Wakaba turned around and glared at Sakurai Itsuki, then pulled down her eyelids and stuck her tongue out at him: "Heh~ I just pinched you a few times, why are you saying such vulgar things? I didn't think that much at the time."

The two had already done everything, and Sato Wakaba no longer pretended not to understand or avoided the topic.

Actually, she quite hoped that Sakurai Itsuki would make everyone realize that she was committing "domestic violence"!

Looking back now, the reason I did that was probably to assert my ownership of it.
Although I'm not ready to make an official announcement yet, judging from everyone's reactions, I should be able to tell that my feelings for him have changed.

I really want to announce to the whole world that he belongs to me!
Sakurai Itsuki: "Are you that easily jealous now? She's not even here, she didn't even show her face."

The previous Sato Wakaba would never have done something like this.

Sato Wakaba paused slightly before saying, "I've always been like this, it's just that I don't have to hide it anymore. I've always been this petty!"

Sato Wakaba openly admitted to her jealousy, stating emphatically, "Before we started dating, I had to hide my jealousy. If I still have to hide my jealousy after we start dating, then what's the point of dating you?"

Sakurai Itsuki said, "Actually, you didn't really hide it before, otherwise I wouldn't have bought you matcha cakes so many times."

Sato Wakaba's lips curled up slightly: "Really? So you knew all along. How mean. You think I'm easy to fool? All you need is a cake?"

She knew very well that she was so easily pleased at first because she was simply happy to have cake to eat.

Later on, the reason she was always coaxed into a good mood was because he still cared about her.

Sakurai Itsuki thought to himself, actually those two are easier to coax, they don't even need a cake.

But now, his survival instinct tells him he can't say those words out loud.

"Oh, when did I start getting jealous of you? When did I become so petty?"

Sato Wakaba stood with her hands behind her back, gazing up at the sky, and couldn't help but recall all the moments the two of them had shared.

At first, I just thought this person was interesting and very good at drawing comics.

He even wanted to introduce Shion to him and would make jokes, hoping that they could get along well.

When did I start feeling a pang of sadness because of him?
There doesn't seem to be anything like the straightforward, instant liking between the two, like in a romantic story.

It seems that without realizing it, naturally, one gets used to having the other person by one's side.

When I came to my senses, my mind was already filled with thoughts of the other person.

"It's probably love at first sight, since you've been eating my cake from the very beginning. But I'm so handsome, I can barely understand why," Sakurai Itsuki joked.

"Heh, so narcissistic. Who fell in love with you at first sight? The threshold for me to fall for you is very high, okay?" Sato Wakaba pouted and gave a light snort in annoyance.

Sakurai Itsuki said, "Then I am extremely lucky."

Upon hearing this, Sato Wakaba, who was walking ahead with her hands behind her back, slowly stopped.

Waiting for Sakurai Itsuki to step forward, he then reached out and gently grasped Sakurai Itsuki's hand, which was carrying a shopping bag.

Sato Wakaba smiled and said, "Since your words made me quite happy, I'll help you share the burden and carry it together."

Sakurai Itsuki complained, "You're not helping me at all, you're just making it harder for me to walk. Besides, you're making your employer carry things and then you keep bullying them. Is this how you act as an assistant?"

Sato Wakaba smiled, completely unconcerned by Sakurai Itsuki's teasing: "I'm not acting like this because I'm Sato's assistant! It's because I'm your girlfriend!"

"Then you really are a savage girlfriend."

"Just like Xiao Xun, right? But I'm full of energy! I'm healthy enough not to suddenly get sick and leave you! Thinking about it that way, shouldn't I be an even more perfect girlfriend for you than Xiao Xun?"

Sakurai Itsuki didn't refute Sato Wakaba's self-praise: "You are indeed in good shape, especially when you pinch me, you are very strong. If you really pinch my waist, you will be the one who suffers."

Sato Wakaba tilted her head: "Why does this sound a little weird?"

Sakurai Itsuki: "Oh no, I forgot to buy something."

Upon hearing this, Sato Wakaba said, "Everything I planned to buy should be here! Is there anything else I forgot?"

Sakurai Itsuki said, "Of course it's for tonight. I can't let you become a mother so soon, can I?"

Sato Wakaba blushed immediately. Although she no longer avoided such topics, she still felt shy when faced with such an open question.

"What are you saying? We're still out, we haven't gone home yet!"

She lowered her voice and quickly reprimanded him.

After a few seconds, she lowered her hand from Sakurai Itsuki's and took the bag from his hand: "Let me carry the things. There's a newly opened convenience store over there."

Sakurai Itsuki looked at Sato Wakaba, whose ears were turning red: "?"

Sato Wakaba lowered her voice and whispered in Sakurai Itsuki's ear, "You can't let a girl buy something like this, right? Go buy it by yourself! I'll wait for you where the clerk can't see you!"

Let's go back to noon.

Hasegawa Shion didn't go to class today.

She skipped class.

Without him there, there's no point in going to class.

Before going to university, she had never skipped a class.

If Sakurai Itsuki hadn't taken her hand and led her out of the classroom that day, perhaps the word "skipping class" wouldn't even exist in her vocabulary.

She will always be a good student.

Upon further reflection, if it weren't for him, I would still be my father's obedient child.

She should be at Kyoto University right now, diligently preparing herself to inherit and expand the family business, constantly forcing herself to play the role of a socialite in various social settings.

Life should be a bright path that countless people envy.

Hasegawa Shion slowly raised her palm, looked at it again and again, and then chuckled foolishly.

She has never regretted giving up what others saw as the bright path and choosing to live alone in this small apartment.

Whether I skipped class or ran away from home, I was always happy, content, and fulfilled because he was with me.

But her sorrow today has another reason.

Sakurai Itsuki's attitude towards her has taken a sharp turn for the worse these past two days, becoming visibly cold. He refused to let her go to his house or attend the last week of classes together.

Dissatisfied, she opened another account and, as usual, vented her emotions by cursing him, leaving behind the classic line, "I'll force myself on you sooner or later."

However, the "sweating soybean" that should have appeared in the reply as usual never showed up.

It's been more than a whole day already.
In the past, he would have definitely replied within two hours.

Hasegawa Shion vaguely felt that the advantage she had gained this semester by stealing Wakaba's house seemed to have been changed in a very short time.

Hasegawa Shion opened Twitter, but there was still no reply from the backend, and her heart tightened.

After opening Haruki Nagayama's personal homepage, I immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

He hasn't tweeted since yesterday, probably because he hasn't logged into the Haruki Nagayama account for a while and hasn't seen any messages in the background.

Since I didn't see it, it's no big deal that I didn't reply to "Sweating Soybeans".

Yes, that's right. After all, the Haruki Nagayama account doesn't have any new works or activities.

It's normal that he didn't log in to this account.

Thinking about it, Hanase Shion opened Line again.

I typed "[Check Twitter]" in the chat box, hesitated for a long time, and then deleted the message.

I feel like I'm being a bit clownish after a whole day like this.

"Oh, so annoying, so annoying!"

Hasegawa Shion scratched her hair in frustration.

Everything was fine before Qixi Festival.

Could it be that he was unhappy with her because she stayed home on Qixi Festival, drawing Qixi greetings and four-panel comics for the characters, and didn't ask him out?

Yes, that must be it. He must have felt neglected by him, that's why he did that.

That's true. He's been with me for an entire semester of electives, and everyone in the school considers me their boyfriend, but I haven't even spent Qixi Festival with him.

This is my own fault!
Well, she actually sulked because she was ignored by him, just like a stubborn little girl.

However, I am quite magnanimous and willing to coax you.

Hasegawa Shion's ability to deceive and comfort herself has always been unparalleled.

Thinking about it this way, I felt much better.

"This time I was indeed too straightforward, so I'll soften my stance and apologize!"

With that, Hasegawa Shion closed the drawing board.

I want to send a message to Sakurai Itsuki.

But after thinking about it, an idea suddenly flashed into Hase Shion's mind.

"Anyway, I have a key to his house. Ruoye and he both said that I don't need to tell him in advance if I go to their house. I saw in the group chat today that they should all be at the company meeting and no one is home. Why don't I give him a surprise?"

If I hid in his studio or room beforehand and then suddenly attacked him when he opened the door, what would his expression be?
Will I be suddenly startled?

Hasegawa Shion quickly got up, turned around, and opened the wardrobe.

After hesitating for a while between an affordable bright-colored dress and her old plain black dress, she finally opened the closet and pulled out a pair of black pantyhose.

In the middle of summer, if I wear this, he'll probably joke that my feet smell bad again, even though they never do.

But he clearly likes it very much, and more importantly, Wakaba doesn't usually dress like this.

so.
"Well, it was my fault after all, so I'll just go along with your preference as a reward. I'll go buy him a gift later!"

Suddenly, she saw those little gadgets that Hase Hatsuna had given her, which she had hidden deep inside the closet.

"I can't just be thinking about something in my room while Wakaba is home. She wouldn't do anything inappropriate to me if she were home, but if I asked her to take me home, I wouldn't have the chance."

"After all, I'm so pretty and cute. A virgin like him would be easy for me to seduce."

Hasegawa Shion tilted her head back and blushed. Although she hadn't used her doujinshi artist's mind in a long time, she was still excellent and erotic in her ability to conjure up embarrassing images.

After seriously contemplating some unpleasant images, she quickly patted her face: "What am I thinking? I'm a young lady from a prestigious family in Kyoto, how can I be so unreserved?"

After Hanase Shion carefully washed and dressed, it was already afternoon.

Fortunately, it's only a five-minute walk from the Sakurai house.

He took out his key and easily opened the door to the Sakurai family's house. He glanced briefly at the slippers by the entryway and realized that the two of them hadn't returned from the company yet.

Then he slipped his fingers into his heels and gently took off his little leather shoes.

Then, very meticulously, she opened the shoe cabinet, hid her little leather shoes in the deepest part, and then entered the house with her feet, clad in black stockings, closed.

Since it's a prank, it has to be detailed.

Hasegawa Shion went up to the second floor and entered the territory where Sakurai Itsuki usually lived.

The studio was still as organized as ever, though the space was a bit smaller than when I first came here, but that was because of me!

Hasegawa Shion patted her own computer on the other side of the studio.

He also has a place of his own in his most important territory!

At this point, Hasegawa Shion turned around and nervously slipped into Sakurai Itsuki's bedroom.

I've already spent the night in his bed, so what's the big deal?

Hasegawa Shion explained her somewhat impolite behavior to herself in this way.

I suddenly remembered the time I got drunk that year.

Although she was shy, she didn't dislike it.

Come to think of it, even Sato Wakaba probably never spent a night in his bed, right?
I really want to show off in front of her.

However, I'd better not. It might hurt Wakaba. I still really like Wakaba.

Thinking this, Hasegawa Shion suddenly pounced on Sakurai Itsuki, buried her face in his blanket and took a deep breath, just like when she first woke up in his bed.

"Hehe, that familiar taste I haven't had in a long time. Maybe I really am a female pervert... Wait, this taste is familiar, but why does it feel a little different?"

As she spoke, she turned to look at the pillow.

Why are there two pillows?
And golden hair? Why is there Wakaba's hair accessory on the bedside table?
No, no, it must be a coincidence. (End of Chapter)