He tried to save the fallen girls, but they came after him instead.

Midori took a cup of instant noodles out of the snack bag and handed it to Shirakawa.

Bai Chuan took it.

She's such a nice person!

But Mito Sakura didn't put her hand down; instead, she raised it high, as if she wanted something.

"Uh, what's wrong...?"

"The money is 150 yen."

It seems I misjudged her.

There was still some change left from the money that the boss, Nikaido, had given him. Shirakawa found two coins and put them in Midori Sakura's hand.

But Mitsu Sakura still didn't let go.

"What else do you want?"

"It's so late now, so the delivery fee will be increased, and of course the instant noodles will cost double."

I felt ripped off, but she was right. Since it was late, the delivery fee was naturally higher, and charging a high price was justified. Although I was very unhappy, I had no choice but to pay.

But when Shirakawa counted the change in his hand, it seemed he didn't have enough.

"Um, we don't have enough money."

"You don't even have this much money?"

"I'm a little short on cash lately..."

Shirakawa had no choice but to give up on the instant noodles, put his dinner back in Midori Sakura's hands, and turn to leave.

"Wait a moment!"

Waiting again?

"Midori, I really don't have any money."

"I know." Then, Midori smiled slyly and stuffed all the change and instant noodles into Shirakawa's hand. "I don't want the money, and I can give you the noodles, but you have to agree to a few conditions."

"You said."

"First, you must use honorifics when you speak to me from now on. Second, you must address me as Lady Mido from now on."

"Thank you, Lady Midoriya. Is that so?"

Mito Sakura seems to be missing something, probably because she and her sister can both be called Mito.

"Call me Lady Sakura!"

"Thank you, Sakura-sama."

“Yes, that’s it.” Midori Sakura found it quite agreeable. “You should thank me, you otaku.”

"Thank you, Lady Sakura. Please take care." Shirakawa bowed and made a gesture of farewell.

Mitsu Sakura walked away with her head held high and chest puffed out, quite arrogantly.

She's such an awkward girl.

With that thought in mind, Shirakawa went home and ate instant noodles.

---

Mito Maki and Mito Sakura had roughly heard about the whole incident from their mother.

Midori Maki felt that Shirakawa might be after her. Perhaps he misunderstood that she was at home and wanted to protect her, so he stepped forward.

Midori Sakura also felt that Shirakawa, that stinky otaku, must have come for her sister. Although his act of standing up for her was quite courageous, it didn't mean that her impression of this man had changed.

It was getting late, so the two went back to their respective rooms to sleep.

Midori Kana also has a separate room.

Of course, there aren't four bedrooms. Mitsukana's room was converted from a storage room, so it's just smaller.

Midori Kana finished her chores for the day and went to bed early.

Midori Sakura watches TV dramas and eats snacks until very late.

Midori Maki quietly locked her door.

"Hey!" Midori Maki called out tentatively.

No one responded.

"I don't want to go to school, I don't want to do my homework!" Mito Maki shouted again tentatively.

Still no one responded.

Whether it's her younger sister or her mother, they will definitely respond if she calls out like that.

If the sound insulation is this good...

Mito Maki turned the doorknob again to make sure it was locked.

Then draw the curtains closed.

He took the towel out of his bag...

Upon smelling that scent again, Mito Maki was certain that the towel had come from the infirmary.

But it was thrown into the trash can.

Is it a little dirty?

Mito Maki hesitated for a moment.

But then, the mysterious scent captivated her, leaving her feeling bewildered and confused.

how come......

Mito Maki didn't understand what was happening, but her hands started to move uncontrollably.

Some behaviors are innate and don't need to be taught; they come naturally when emotions run deep.

This is especially true of Maki Mido, a good student.

Midori Maki put the towel under her nose and took a deep sniff.

The more you smell it, the more pleasant and comfortable it becomes.

His heart was racing, and he was sweating profusely from the heat.

I need to go to the toilet.

Mito Maki's rationality told her she should go.

But she didn't want to stop.

It's very comfortable.

It held the hem of the top in its mouth.

He wanted to cover his face with a towel.

With one hand, she gently gathers, slowly twists, wipes, and picks, first performing the Rainbow Skirt and then the Six Melodies.

Of course, he didn't take off his clothes.

It might just be her last shred of self-respect, or it might be that having pants to tighten up makes her feel more comfortable.

Mito Maki pressed the towel to her face, even only taking a small sip.

This flavor is absolutely delightful.

That's not good enough.

Midori Maki covered her face with the towel again, and put her free hand back where it belonged.

Although it's flat, it has a shape that can be squeezed.

Her slender, delicate hands were picking at the bright red cherry blossoms.

Midori Maki is no longer depressed.

"what!!!"

His body bent slightly, trembling slightly, and an overwhelming sense of pleasure welled up inside him.

"Shirakawa~"

A name slipped out of Mito Maki's mouth.

Why, why call him by his name?

Why did that action just now feel so comfortable?

To understand these issues.

Well then, shall we do it one more time?

16. Mealtime