Tokyo: I'm bound to the evil women!

In the screening room.

Apart from the light from the projector, there was almost no other light in the screening room, making it so dark that it was difficult to see anything.

The two seats were naturally next to each other, but they were separated by a bucket of popcorn.

The popcorn was piled high, which Fujiwara Matsu did on purpose, trying hard not to look at Shiratori Saki next to him.

Now, he's a little afraid of her.

He's never been good at responding to direct attacks, but after realizing this, Shiratori Saki only knows how to hit direct attacks.

The movie started playing. Fujiwara Matsu had never really enjoyed watching movies; his usual form of entertainment was playing games.

So, the popcorn at hand became his pastime when he was bored. He would reach out, grab a couple of kernels, and put them in his mouth to chew.

Actually, he could have chatted with Shiratori Saki beside him, but he subconsciously ignored that option.

As Fujiwara Matsu casually picked up some popcorn, something suddenly touched his fingertip. It was a light touch, but Fujiwara Matsu felt a jolt of electricity spread from his fingertip throughout his body.

He withdrew his hand in a flash, even dropping the popcorn he was holding.

"Matsu-kun, are you afraid of me?"

Beside him, Shiratori Saki spoke her first words since the start of the show.

"No, I wouldn't say I'm scared."

"Then why did you run away as soon as you saw me?"

"Hmm... I'll give you some space to get popcorn!"

Fujiwara Matsu spoke with such conviction that it seemed almost true, but when he turned his head, he saw Shiratori Saki's slightly resentful gaze.

She stepped past the popcorn, reached straight at him, and didn't say a word.

In the darkness, Fujiwara Matsu couldn't quite make out her expression, only her bright, sparkling eyes. The girl blinked, as if anticipating his reaction.

Looking at her outstretched hand, Fujiwara Matsu paused for a moment, and finally, mimicking her previous gesture, hooked her little finger with hers.

Instead, the girl took his hand and held it tightly. He struggled, but she held on even tighter.

Struggling was no use, so Fujiwara Matsu simply let go and the two of them held hands in the middle.

Soon, the movie gradually got into its best, and the two seemed to be immersed in the story.

Fujiwara Matsu couldn't concentrate at all; the warm touch of his hands was a constant reminder to him.

When he took my hand first, the feeling wasn't very noticeable, but now, in the dimly lit and quiet movie theater, with other senses diminished, the sense of touch was amplified infinitely.

On the screen, the male and female leads of the movie gradually approach each other, and some sounds can be heard from their side.

"Matsu-kun".

The two of them had slowly eaten all the popcorn, leaving only an empty bucket. Turning his head, he saw the girl staring straight at him.

The empty bucket was pushed aside, landing on Fujiwara Matsu, and then rolling to the ground. Shiratori Saki approached Fujiwara Matsu.

The light from the screen fell on Shiratori Saki's face, and what Fujiwara Matsu saw this time was the girl's unwavering approach and her still trembling eyelashes.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment. Fujiwara Matsu forgot to breathe for a moment. He didn't speak, nor did he move away.

Suddenly, the cell phone rang.

Shiratori Saki, who had been approaching, suddenly shrank back, loosened her grip on his hand, and returned to her original state.

Fujiwara Matsu breathed a sigh of relief, picked up his phone and glanced at it. As expected, it was Chiya Mio.

"Hey, Misaki, what's wrong?"

Where are you?

"Forehead……"

"Is there anything I can't say?"

"At the movie theater, what's wrong?"

Upon hearing this, the person on the other end of the phone remained silent for a moment, as if choked by something.

"How much longer?"

After checking the time, Fujiwara Matsu sent the end time of the movie and their addresses to the other party.

Turning her head, Shiratori Saki sat obediently in the chair, showing no sign of anything amiss, as if she hadn't just done that.

"Miss, when will you be arriving?"

"Shouldn't the movie be over by now?"

After saying that, Shiratori Saki glanced down at the time and confirmed that there was still some time before the movie ended.

"Matsu-kun".

She called Fujiwara Matsu's name again, this time with extraordinary speed. Before Fujiwara Matsu could react, she had already crashed into him.

Fujiwara Matsu instinctively leaned back, only to have her hook around his neck. She leaned over the central handrail and pressed down on Fujiwara Matsu, so heavy that it made it difficult for him to breathe.

Why am I still having some difficulty breathing even though I'm not suffocating?

The phone rang, this time it was Shiratori Saki's phone, but the girl completely ignored it, turning a blind eye and a deaf ear.

On screen, the male and female leads separated, and Shiratori Saki loosened her grip on Fujiwara Matsu's neck.

In the dim light, the girl leaned on the armrest, a look of satisfaction on her face, her fingertips lightly touching her lips, as if savoring the moment.

Only then did she answer the phone again.

"Hello, miss."

"Hmm... the movie was a bit boring."

"I was just woken up by Matsu-kun."

"I don't want to be left too far behind by you, Miss."

"No, why would I do such a thing?"

"No, no, that won't happen."

After hanging up the phone, Shiratori Saki turned to look at Fujiwara Matsu, who was half-lying on the armrest. The girl's satisfied expression hadn't faded, but her eyes were bright and full of anticipation.

"Matsu-kun, how about we do it again?"

In the dimly lit movie theater, her eyes seemed to become a second source of light, so bright that people dared not look at them. Fujiwara Matsu turned his head away, raised his hand, and flicked her forehead:

"Are you never going to stop? Are you going to do it again?"

The maid covered her forehead with one hand, but did not back down.

"But I want to try again, Matsu-kun~"

"no."

As the movie ended, the two walked out of the cinema side by side. As expected, Chiya Mio was already inside the cinema.

The girl crossed her arms over her chest, watching the two approaching figures with a smile on her face, but the smile lacked warmth.

"Have you two had fun?"

Her voice carried a cold threat, which, combined with her expression, made her exceptionally intimidating.

"I'm quite happy."

However, Fujiwara Matsu was not intimidated by Chiya Mio's threat.

"You seem so happy! What did you do? Can you tell me?"

Chiyo's smile melted away on her face, gradually turning cold.

"Actually, I didn't do anything, miss."

Shiratori Saki took two steps forward, stood next to Fujiwara Matsu, and smiled as she spoke:

Her gaze darted back and forth between the two men:

"Could you explain, Matsu-kun? What does it mean?"

"Miss, I don't want to fall too far behind you..."

"Oh? You don't want to fall too far behind, so?"

Chiya Misaki reached out and grabbed Fujiwara Matsu's collar.

"No, you can say whatever you want, but don't move..."

Before Fujiwara Matsu could finish speaking, Chiya Mio made her next move, pressing down on him without either of them noticing.

Shiratori Saki's eyes widened as she watched this scene. Her mind went blank for a moment. She reached out her hand, then silently put it down again.

His hand kept rising and falling, hovering in the air, unsure of what to do.

"This must be something you secretly did, Saki, right?"

"Was it when I made the call? Or more than once?"