The Paradise of Reincarnation Begins with Eriri.

But soon after, Rio Futaba discovered a problem.

It is difficult for the body to maintain balance.

Every time he lifted his leg, his breasts would sway, causing his body to wobble, and a few times he almost fell off Kiyono Makoto.

"……no."

After another shaking, Rio Futaba quickly stopped stepping on her back.

Why did it stop?

Kiyono looked over, puzzled.

"I couldn't stand steadily and almost fell several times." Rio Futaba pushed up her glasses, her face slightly flushed. Remembering the suggestion from netizens last night, she asked, "Um... do you want a lap pillow?"

Chapter 126 Lady Futaba, thank you for your hospitality

"Last night before going to bed, I saw a netizen say that working is super tiring, but when they get home, their wife's lap pillow can soothe everything... so I wanted to try it out."

Rio Futaba turned her pretty face slightly away, her tone calm, as if she were conducting a very ordinary sociological experiment.

But it is quite obvious.

The mind of a science-oriented girl isn't just filled with formulas and theorems; she clearly understands that giving a boy a lap pillow is a form of extremely intimate contact.

The evidence was that a faint blush had already appeared on Futaba's small face.

"...A lap pillow?"

Kiyono Makoto's expression showed a slight hesitation.

On the beach after sunset, Yuzuru provided a lot of happiness points, as did Saint-classmate in the afternoon. Before entering Futaba's room, today's happiness curse was basically over.

Having just accepted Futaba's back-stepping service, I've already exceeded expectations.

If we agree to the lap pillow now, there's no way to check the efficiency of the curse's fulfillment, and we can't get experimental data.

but……

No normal guy could resist a lap pillow, right?

"It's just a suggestion."

Rio Futaba lightly bit her lower lip, keenly sensing Makoto Kiyono's hesitation, and her gaze involuntarily lowered.

"If you don't like it, you can simply refuse..."

"How could I possibly hate it?"

Kiyono Makoto interrupted abruptly, saying in a serious tone:

"I was so surprised that my brain went blank."

"..."

Rio Futaba looked up at her, remaining silent and clearly not believing the excuse.

"Okay, I'll tell you the truth."

Kiyono Makoto silently raised his hands; with Futaba's intelligence, ordinary deception simply wouldn't work.

"The curse has already been fulfilled."

"Huh?"

Rio Futaba tilted her head slightly; with her keen intellect, she quickly guessed the truth:

"Did someone help break the curse?"

Kiyono Makoto said vaguely:

"Many memorable things happened today, and the curse was dispelled without us even realizing it."

The majority of the happiness comes from Yuzuru, but since his sister has given a gag order, she naturally can't tell anyone.

"Is that so..."

Rio Futaba lowered her eyes, her expression calm, and did not press for further details.

"Then let's forge equipment."

"Wait a moment."

Kiyono Makoto clasped his hands together, his tone sincere:

"Please let me experience what a lap pillow feels like."

Rio Futaba turned her face away:

"No...we'll talk about it tomorrow."

Kiyono Makoto shamelessly said:

"Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, how many tomorrows there are! I really want to experience it today."

Rio Futaba pushed up her glasses:

"...What's the reason?"

“Because I’ve never experienced what a lap pillow feels like before.” Kiyono Makoto’s tone turned somber. “You never know what tomorrow or an accident will bring. Maybe I’ll be caught up in a dungeon tonight, or maybe Mount Hachijo Fuji will suddenly erupt…”

Rio Futaba gave her a reproachful look with her bright eyes: "Don't jinx it."

"Yes, yes." Kiyono Makoto obediently stopped talking and said softly, "But if an accident really happens, it would be a huge regret if I didn't get to experience Futaba's lap pillow, right?"

"..."

Rio Futaba was silent for two seconds, then sighed helplessly, a slight "I can't do anything with you" expression on her small face, and whispered out the conditions:

"You have three minutes. You must get up when the time is up."

"Thank you, Lady Futaba."

"..."

boom.

Rio Futaba gently knelt on the tatami mat. She looked small and delicate, which was contrasted by the fact that the girl's firm breasts were clearly like Mount Everest, which was breathtaking.

"Let's get started."

Rio Futaba pushed up her glasses, her gaze somewhat unfocused. Although she tried to remain calm, the blush on her face hadn't faded.

"Don't misunderstand, this is just a normal part of mutual help... and it's also part of an ergonomic stress experiment."

If it's just a normal experiment, you don't need to blush at all, right?

"I won't stand on ceremony."

Kiyono Makoto simply lay down, resting his head on the science girl's lap.

The lap pillow, which she had imagined to be very soft, was now somewhat stiff. It was clear that Futaba was half shy and half nervous, and not as relaxed as she appeared.

The temperature of the girl's skin was transmitted through the pajamas, neither too hot nor too cold, just right. In addition, even through the pajamas, one could clearly feel the smoothness of the skin underneath, which was quite amazing.

Finally, there's the aroma.

The scents of green apple shampoo, citrus soap, Futaba's natural body fragrance, and a faint, almost imperceptible milky aroma blend together beautifully. Far from being chaotic, the various scents combine to create an alluring fragrance that makes you want to immerse yourself in it.

"call……"

Kiyono Makoto let out a soft breath.

"...!!!"

The girl's body, which had just softened, stiffened again. Soon, the quiet room echoed with Rio Futaba's shameful whispers, almost swallowed by the sea breeze outside the window:

"Ugh... Don't breathe!"

"Won't you die if you don't breathe?"

Rio Futaba lightly bit her lower lip, her pretty face burning hot, feeling only the scalding breath of Makoto Kiyono emanating from her lower abdomen.

"Change your position, don't let your face touch my stomach."

Seino Makoto's tone was innocent:

"The lap pillows in comics are all in this position."

"It just won't work." Rio Futaba's pretty face flushed red as she lowered her voice, "Hurry up and change positions, or get up."

"Understood, I'll change positions right away."

Kiyono Makoto obediently changed to a supine position, otherwise he would really be chased away by Futaba.

Generally speaking, the supine angle of a lap pillow is not as pleasant as one might imagine.

Because as soon as you look up, you can see the girl's nostrils.

But at this moment, when Kiyono Makoto looked up, all he could see was the exaggerated curve of the pajamas; he couldn't see the girl's nostrils at all, let alone her face.

Being unable to see your feet when you look down is nothing compared to being unable to see your face when you look up – that's true beauty!

Rio Futaba gently bit her lower lip. Although she couldn't see Makoto Kiyono's eyes, she could clearly sense the boy's gaze. She spoke softly:

"...Close your eyes, don't look."

"Yes, the eyes are already closed."

The science-minded girl puffed out her pink cheeks slightly:

"...You're lying."

The shame of being watched hadn't disappeared at all; clearly, Kiyono Makoto hadn't closed his eyes.

Rio Futaba's face flushed, and she reached out her right hand to physically cover Makoto Kiyono's eyes.

"No, is it really necessary to cover your eyes?"

Kiyono Makoto's tone was very innocent.

“It’s absolutely necessary.” Rio Futaba paused, listening to her own rapid heartbeat, and couldn’t help but whisper, “Also… don’t listen.”

Kiyono Makoto was slightly taken aback, truly not understanding:

"Listen to what?"