I really don't want to have a girlfriend.

Although I've only known her for a day, it's rather presumptuous to draw such a conclusion... Perhaps even I can't see through a person's true nature so easily?

"Yes, that's what Ayaha said."

Not knowing what he was thinking, Tachibana Kanade nodded, her expression still indifferent and calm, but one could see the serious and straightforward look in her eyes.

“When she went back yesterday, she said, ‘People like her seniors really like it when younger girls call them ‘brother.’ It’s a way of thanking them. You promised to help me, and I wanted to give you a thank you gift.”

"..."

Knowing the reason, I felt somewhat relieved, somewhat helpless, and overall, my feelings were very complicated.

Yuu Tenkuji rubbed his forehead and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

What on earth is Isshiki Hachiman teaching these innocent students...?

She did a great job, that's true, but doesn't she feel any remorse for it?!

"Hmm... Is it not okay? This is the first time I've ever called someone 'brother'..." Tachibana Kanade hesitated anxiously, her face slightly lowered, a rare blush appearing on her fair cheeks, making her even cuter.

Tenkuji Yu almost couldn't resist putting his hand on her head again, but he quickly restrained himself and casually waved his hand.

"There's nothing wrong with it, but you shouldn't call people 'brother' casually, it might cause some bad things to happen... Just ignore what Ishiki said."

"Is that so? I understand, Senior Yu." She nodded obediently, took out a small bill from her pocket, and handed it over. "Here, a token of my gratitude."

It's a cafeteria voucher with no expiration date, which can be redeemed for a super-sized bowl of extra-spicy Mapo Tofu.

"Okay, that settles it. See you after school."

Seeing that she was determined to repay him, Yuu Tenkuji did not refuse. After taking the receipt, he quickly turned and left with his lunchbox.

He also invited Natsukawa Masaki to have dinner in the grove.

If I'm five minutes late, she'll probably suspect that I'm entangled with some pretty girl somewhere, which is why I'm so late.

Although that's the truth, it's impossible to be honest. Jealous girls won't listen to reasons, so I'll have to figure out how to appease him...

"..."

Standing there, watching Tenkuji Yu's figure disappear around the corner of the stairwell, Tachibana Kanade suddenly remembered something and gasped softly, covering her mouth:

"I forgot to ask him if he really knows how to make Mapo Tofu... Oh well, I'll talk about it after school."

The girl's expression changed noticeably when Mapo Tofu was mentioned.

She sighed regretfully, then turned around and walked towards the cafeteria in the opposite direction.

"But what Aya said should be right... He seemed quite happy when he called Yu-senpai 'brother'."

So for him, this is the reward, right?

They're just too embarrassed to admit it.

Li Hua seemed to be deep in thought, and he kept this discovery and the Mapo Tofu incident in his mind.

……

In the small grove behind the teaching building, in a light gray stone pavilion.

"Sorry I'm late."

Carrying her lunchbox, Yuu Tenkuji sat down opposite the silver-haired girl.

She assumed the posture of Commander Ikari, a cold glint flashing in her sapphire-like eyes, and said in an icy tone:

"If saying sorry was enough, what would be the point of having a military police force?"

"Why not the police?" Yuu Tenkuji couldn't help but complain.

Natsukawa Masaki ignored him: "Then, you are four minutes and thirty-two seconds late for the agreed time. According to the agreement, I will take advantage of you four hundred and thirty-two times."

"So it's not counted by the second? Besides, I didn't agree on a specific time with you, did I?"

"Wouldn't that reduce it by more than a hundred times?" Ignoring the question that followed, she chuckled dismissively, spread her hands, and shook her head as if she couldn't do anything about him.

"You don't even understand this? It seems that Ayu can't live alone without me."

"Oh, fine, fine, think what you want to think... really."

Sky Temple Yu sighed.

Natsukawa is cool, operating normally.

Chapter 95 This Ayou is such a loser!

As Natsukawa Masaki once said, eating is just a way of replenishing nutrition; being elaborate is meaningless, and it's best to finish quickly and simply.

So before Yuu Tenkuji brought her lunch, her lunches were either nutritional jelly from Weide IN or bread with milk, a combination that easily creates a feeling of fullness. She was extremely casual about what she ate.

Because it has nothing to do with anorexia, but is purely a matter of her own mindset, no matter how delicious Tenkuji Yu's bento is, it cannot change her habit of not liking to eat - unless Tenkuji Yu can prepare three meals a day for her.

In fact, if she eats the porridge he cooked for her in the evening in two meals, most of what's in Natsukawa Masaki's stomach now is indeed made by his own hands—a treatment that no one but his sister has ever enjoyed.

No, this sounds really weird...

Not only do you want to win someone's heart through their stomach, but you also want to completely control their eating and drinking habits? He's not that kind of yandere, and he doesn't think he'll ever encounter one.

"But seriously, it's amazing that you've been eating that kind of diet for so long and still have a better figure than most high school girls."

Please don't get me wrong, most of the high school girls here refer to Yukino Yukinoshita—her legs are indeed beautiful, but unfortunately her breasts and hips are not very well-endowed. Not to mention the slightly plump Yui Yuigahama, she can't even compare to the model-like figure of Masuzu Natsukawa.

For high school boys in their adolescence, the first thing they see is indeed a symbol of maternal love...

Of course, Yuu Tenkuji only dared to think these things in his heart; he would never say them out loud.

With a spoon in her mouth, Natsukawa Masuzu glanced up at him, whose expression seemed normal. She had a feeling he was thinking about something terrible, but she didn't really care and casually replied:

"She probably inherited it from my mother, right? Girls in Scandinavia generally have great figures."

"really?"

"...Are you interested?"

After a pause, Natsukawa Masaki smiled, but there was no smile in her eyes.

"It's alright, just average." Perfect acting skills are naturally meant for this situation.

Staring at his flawless, indifferent expression for a long time, Natsukawa Masaki finally just sighed, took a small bite of the potato stew, and continued lazily:

"But as good as it is, I am very light and don't gain weight easily, which also means I don't have much stamina."

"Who told you not to eat properly and only get the bare minimum of nutrition? How can your strength possibly improve?" As she said this, Yuu Tenkuji picked up a piece of chicken for her.

She frowned slightly in disdain, then opened her small mouth towards Tenkuji Yu.

"Ah—I won't eat unless you feed me."

Like a little girl throwing a tantrum, Natsukawa Masuzu simply opened her mouth and closed her eyes, waiting for him to feed her.

From Tenkuji Yu's perspective, one could clearly see her soft, moist tongue moving gently in her small, pink mouth; her barely audible breaths seemed to suddenly heat the air, teasing the most restless place deep within one's heart.

If those cherry-pink lips were to open a little wider, perhaps... we could even see the spinach bits between their teeth?

"Okay, just this once. I'm really not interested in feeding play." After picking up the chicken from the chopsticks again and stuffing it into her mouth, Yuu Tenkuji quickly pulled the chopsticks away, not giving her a chance to perform the awkward act of holding chopsticks in her mouth.

With puffed-out cheeks and a regretful expression, Natsukawa Masaki chewed a few times, then tilted her head back and swallowed, seemingly exhaling with some difficulty.

"It's so bitter..."

"What do you mean 'bitter'? You ate normal chicken, okay?"

"Don't worry about such a small thing." Natsukawa Masuzu shifted her position, her shoulder lightly touching his. The scent of shampoo and the fragrance of a young girl wafted into her nose. Her azure eyes tentatively lifted, her pretty face slightly flushed. "Want to try it?"

"Try what?" Tenkuji Yu cautiously put down her chopsticks, her hands ready to protect her chastity at any moment.

He also had no interest in giving his first speech in the field.

“Of course…” Natsukawa Masaki suddenly leaned down.

Her head passed through his left hand, she leaned back and rested her slender back on his right arm, then with a heave, she lifted her buttocks and landed on his thigh, sitting sideways on him like that.

"Really cold?"

Tenkuji Yu was stunned. He could feel not only the warmth and softness of the girl's body, but also the plump and firm texture of a peach.

The body, as light as a feather, had a weight that was impossible to ignore, pressing firmly and tightly against the thighs.

"...My weight is very light, right?"

A gentle, smiling voice, and hot breaths that seemed to be suppressing something, lingered around her chest, igniting the flames of desire.

The silver-haired girl didn't look up; instead, she reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her iron-like face against his chest, pressing her softness even closer, unwilling to let any air cool the heat.

He lowered his gaze.

Amidst her silvery hair, the base of her ears was a deep red, exuding an alluring color like an apple.

"Yes, it is indeed very light."

Tenkuji Yu spoke softly.

A slightly hoarse, yet deep and gentle voice enveloped her, along with the arms that pulled her even tighter.

Seemingly having exerted too much force, she let out a slightly painful gasp, "Mmm—".

"Ah, sorry..." Tenkuji Yu subconsciously tried to let go, but Natsukawa Masuzu hugged him even tighter, her relatively petite body trembling slightly from the force.

"A little harder... I don't care if you break me, I don't care if you crush me."

That voice, as if it could vanish into the wind at any moment, carried a fragile sense of bewilderment and pleading.

"..." With a somewhat complicated expression, Tenkuji Yu sighed silently and held her still.

"Whether you're a masochist is your business, but do I look like the kind of person who enjoys violence?"

"Reluctant?"

"Yes, I'm reluctant to part with it," he answered honestly.

"...Idiot, you fell for my trick, didn't you?"

She paused for a moment, her silver hair brushing gently against her chest. As if to hide her shyness, she chuckled smugly.

"So you really do like me, don't you! You said you wouldn't take it too seriously, but I won you over in just one month. How pathetic, Ayu. If our client-client relationship were still in place, I would have kicked you to the curb by now, wouldn't I?"

Tenkuji Yuuya laughed: "But now, let alone kicking, your foot is completely under my control. I can touch it however I want."