Daily life in Zongman

Chapter 321 Double the happiness.

After walking from one entrance to another, he changed into his indoor shoes and entered Futaba's house.

"Want something to drink, watermelon juice or something else?"

Futaba walked into the living room first, opened the refrigerator and asked.

"If there's watermelon juice, just have one watermelon juice."

"wait a minutes."

Futaba took out the watermelon and started squeezing it fresh.

After changing my shoes, I walked into the living room, waited for a while, and got the watermelon juice.

After helping to clean up, I found that Futaba did not stay on the first floor for too long, but went directly up the stairs to the second floor of the villa. There were her bedroom, study, and a spacious bathroom with a bath.

Sometimes when I come to her house, it's like this. The two of us don't sit in the living room for long, but go straight to the bedroom. Thinking that today would be the same, I was about to follow her upstairs when I heard a calm reminder.

"Fujiwara, if you hear any noise downstairs tonight, don't try to sense it, and don't take it too seriously. We can just stay on the second floor."

"Will uncle and aunt come back tonight?"

"Not them."

"That is?"

"..."

Futaba was silent for a while, and whispered: "I don't want to lie to you, please don't ask anymore."

"it is good."

Although I'm still a little curious, since Futaba said so, I won't delve into it any further.

She followed him upstairs with the watermelon juice in hand, and went all the way to the bedroom, where she turned on the TV and prepared to watch some nighttime variety shows. Futaba went to the nearby cloakroom to get a change of clothes and prepare to wash up for the night.

The two of them usually slept in the bedroom on the second floor. There was also a large master bedroom on the third floor, but Futaba never went there. I guess it was left for her parents, but it seemed that they never used it once.

Tonight, Futaba took a shower first. This was a small habit they developed when they were in the end world.

"Fujiwara, what do you want to see?"

"Hmm? I'll just watch some entertainment variety shows."

Fujiwara Haru was holding the TV remote control, thinking he was asking about the TV program.

"I'm not asking that. I'm asking, after I take a shower, what do you want to see me wearing?"

“What are the options?”

"Ice silk pajamas, black stockings with JK school uniform, or Irena's cosplay costume. If you choose the school uniform, please help me get the shoes from the entrance."

"Just pajamas."

"I thought you would choose Irena's cosplay costume."

"That option is a little too early."

"..."

Futaba didn't reply, picked up her pajamas and walked out of the cloakroom.

She walked to the bathroom next door, opened it, and stopped at the doorway to look over. She looked at Fujiwara Haru who was watching TV with a slight hesitation on her face.

Feeling the gaze, he looked at her: "What's wrong?"

"..."

Futaba, who was being particularly frank today, hesitated for a moment before asking, "Want to take a bath together? That way we won't waste time."

She made a lame excuse: she wouldn't waste her time.

"This proposal is a little premature."

"..."

This time, Futaba was silent for a moment, then replied, "Stupid Fujiwara, I invited you so directly, and it must be very embarrassing to be rejected."

After she finished speaking, she walked into the bathroom, but did not close the sliding door.

In fact, I also want to go and see it in my heart. It is a small wish left from the end of the world: I want to see Futaba taking a bath.

Even though they weren't lovers yet, it should be fine as it is now. After thinking for a moment, he turned off the TV and took out his pajamas from the bag he had brought.

He walked into the bathroom and closed the sliding door.

The bathroom has a four-part structure. When you walk in, there is a washbasin in the middle, the toilet on the left, and the changing and laundry room on the right. Behind this changing room is a relatively spacious bathing area.

Futaba Rio was taking off her clothes to wash them. She had her back to him and paused when she heard the door close behind her. Without turning around, she continued to take off her clothes and put them in the laundry basket.

As her school uniform's top and skirt fell off, her hair became a little disheveled. Her waist-length gray hair fell slightly in front of her as she bent over. She reached down along her ears, gathering all the hair back at her back, then brushed it back with the back of her hand.

The girl's sweet scent drifted out along with her hair, slowly filling the bathroom.

The slender branches could not hide the fruits. When Futaba raised her hand, the round fruits wrapped in the bag revealed some outlines.

The gray-haired girl tidied her hair, placed her glasses on the platform, then reached back, and with a click, the last piece of clothing left her body and went into the clothes basket.

After she entered the bathing area, she came to the clothes basket, took off her clothes, put them in, and then walked in.

Amid the sound of rushing water from the showerhead, I could feel her nervousness as I watched her cleaning without saying a word.

She no longer looked as frank and natural as before, and it was obvious that Futaba Rio was trying hard to hold on.

After all, no matter how outspoken a girl is, it's impossible for her to be completely free of nervousness and shyness when sharing a bathroom with someone of the opposite sex. She's just constantly trying to initiate the attack and not escape, not without shame.

After entering the bathing area, I felt particularly amused when I saw Futaba sitting on the bench in front of me, still with her back to me and not daring to turn around and look at her.

But it's not easy to tease her. I guess if I go too far, her face will turn red and her brain will freeze.

"Let me wash your hair."

"Um……"

Futaba's response was very weak, with a slightly dry tone.

With great interest, I found a bench and sat behind her. I took off the shower head and thoroughly wet her long gray hair from top to bottom.

Her long, wet hair lay flat against her back, and she brushed it with her hands, feeling the smoothness of her hair. Occasionally, touching her back would cause her to shiver slightly. Careful to avoid touching her, she took out the shampoo and began to apply it to her hair.

Futaba's hair is gray, a little dark, leaning towards gray-black. And with some natural fluffy, not naturally curly, but there are always some natural fluffy waves at the ends of the hair, which makes her hairstyle more elegant and beautiful, and more intellectual when paired with glasses.

But now all of this is gone, the glasses are placed on the table outside, and the naturally fluffy long hair is all held in the hands.

There was a mirror in the bathroom, and when she glanced at it, she saw Futaba had her eyes tightly closed, with a nervous micro-expression on her face.

"Can I 'accidentally' slip my hand?"

"..."

I noticed that her face was a little flushed. After waiting for a while, I heard a response. The tone was a little shy and contained hidden joy.

"Um... yes..."

I already knew she had feelings for me, otherwise I wouldn't have done all those things in the apocalypse under the guise of friendship. Now that we were in the same room, I knew her feelings even more clearly.

There should be a fireworks display at the end of this month. Prepare the gifts and ask Futaba to go with you. When the fireworks are set off, confess your love to her.

I was thinking about my future plans, but I didn’t really slip my hands. Now I should just concentrate on washing my hair and enjoy the comfortable things later.

He reminded me: "Then I'm going to touch your neck."

"Um……"

He followed the outer edge of her hair to the roots, inserted his hands into her hair, pressed and rubbed it, and began to clean her hair from the roots. He pressed and cleaned patiently, because washing the hair of a girl with long hair always takes more time.

Futaba's slightly nervous expression slowly calmed down after a few minutes.

After spending more than ten minutes carefully cleaning, I used the shower head to rinse away all the foam.

Looking at the girl in the mirror who still had her eyes closed, he found a clean towel, wiped her face first, and then wiped her long hair.

"No~"

The girl looked into her eyes, then into the mirror, and whispered, "So comfortable..."

"I thought you would remain silent."

Futaba tilted her head back, staring at the boy who was wiping her hair, and said softly: "Fujiwara, can you help me wash my hair again in the future?"

"Okay, but you'll need to use the coupons then. I'm a little worried that you've saved over a hundred and never used them."

"What about Nishimiya-san? How many did she save?"

"She doesn't have as many as you do, only 83."

Futaba instantly calculated in her head that Glass's coupons were a little different from hers, and were fixed at one per week.

"Nishimiya, none of them are useful."

"Well, she saved it all."

"Then I don't need it, so I save it all."

"Don't try to learn everything. I'm considering adding an expiration date to the vouchers, like a year. Expired vouchers will be invalidated."

"Then I'll use a voucher to prohibit you from extending this usage period."

“This is too despicable.”

"Shameless Fujiwara who didn't add rules midway is despicable."

"Okay, okay, my bad, I won't add it."

After wiping her hair clean, she changed to a dry towel, tied up Futaba's hair, and wrapped it up.

"Go soak in the bathtub first. I still need to clean up."

"Let me wash your hair."

"Thank you~"

He swapped places with Futaba and bent down to make it easier for her to clean.

It is also the same process of rinsing with a shower head first and then applying shampoo, but this time it is the one who enjoys it.

The delicate fingers scratched my head lightly, bringing a tingling sensation, which was a great experience. Especially when the girl would occasionally come close to me, I didn't know whether she did it on purpose or not, anyway, occasionally being able to touch her skin made me feel itchy, and it felt pretty good.

As I closed my eyes and enjoyed it, I felt the slender hands sliding down my neck.

"Don't touch me."

"My hand slipped."

Futaba's tone was full of praise.

But after that, I helped her wash normally, and finally we soaked in the bathtub together. But this is more of a bathtub than a bathtub, a square and relatively wide pool.

After noticing that Futaba had been soaking in it, she kept staring at the bathtub, thinking about something.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about how to convert it into a one-person bathtub."

"Isn't it better to be bigger?"

"not good."

After thinking for a while, he came to Futaba, picked her up and put her in his arms, then lay back in the bathtub.

Futaba didn't say anything else, but her long hair was tied up, revealing her jade-like earlobes, which gradually turned into a bright cherry red, making her look extremely cute.

He held her in his arms and asked again: "Can I slide my hands?"

"Well... can... can..."

The extremely shy girl agreed timidly with a nervous tone and did not refuse.

I spent a pleasant bathing time accompanied by Futaba's soft moans in my arms.

About ten minutes later, when he carried her back to the bedroom with her changed clothes, she was already limp from soaking for too long. He asked her to sit on the edge of the bed and used a hair dryer to dry her hair from the roots down, carefully smoothing it out.

When the hairdryer stopped, the bedroom fell silent, so quiet it felt as if only the two of them were there. Suddenly, it felt like I was back in that apocalyptic world, with only the two of us left.

There was some noise coming from downstairs, not loud. If it weren't for Fujiwara Haru's sensitive facial features, most people would not be able to feel or hear the noise downstairs.