Daily life in Zongman

Futaba sat on the bed. Some furniture had been added to the bedroom, such as two single beds placed across the aisle, and some tables and chairs, which were all brought back by Fujiwara Haru during his explorations these days or made by hand.

After changing to a dry towel and continuing to wipe her hair, Futaba was thinking about whether to cut her hair shorter. After all, in this apocalyptic world, long hair is a bit inconvenient.

"Gray hair looks light, soft and beautiful." Some idiot seemed to have said this.

What a troublesome person he is. When he comes back, I'll ask him to help dry my hair.

Oh, and his diary...

Could it contain anything about her? If I took a peek, I wouldn't be caught, right?

Futaba was curious about how he wrote about her in his private diary.

The drawer where the diary is kept is not locked, and you can see the diary when you open it.

After opening the drawer, Futaba hesitated for a moment before closing it. She had promised him that she would not break her promise even if she hadn't said it explicitly.

But I'm curious...

Sighing, Futaba let her slightly dry hair down and prepared to wash her clothes. Thanks to the well-equipped facilities at the base, several washing machines were still intact and fully functional.

Then she realized something, she had forgotten her clothes in the bathroom.

Including the panties that just came off.

If we go there now, Fujiwara Haru probably hasn't started washing yet, so there's still time.

But it is also possible that if you are called out when you have already taken off your clothes and are about to take a shower, it would be unpleasant, right?

Futaba thought for a moment and hesitated.

It's over. I should start washing now. It's completely too late.

Well, I'll just have to wait and get it later.

If she remembered correctly, only a corner of the panties was exposed. When she checked later, it shouldn't be pulled out or completely buried.

Fujiwara wouldn't be so stupid and would probably return to normal. But she had a good memory and could spot even the slightest change.

If you find out about this kind of thing, you definitely can't tell anyone. Futaba's face turned red and she decided to pretend that it never happened.

correct.

How will they be used...

Will she smell something? The clothes she changed out today were quite clean...

Or will it be...

Otherwise, just give it to him...

Futaba's face flushed a little. She took out a book and turned to the place she had read last time. She didn't turn the page for a long time.

70. Aqing is washing her underwear again, let me see!

Futaba wouldn't read her own diary, right?

Fujiwara Haru was feeling a bit worried in the bathroom. He knew Futaba was kind, intelligent, and occasionally sharp-tongued, but not a bad person. However, he couldn't suppress his worry when it came to the diary, which involved her personal privacy.

Especially when he wrote something in his diary: Today I really want to peek at Futaba taking a bath, Today I really want to peek at Futaba going to the bathroom, and so on.

He didn't mind showing these to Sister Shen Dong, and even hoped that Sister Shen Dong could give him some advice. The gentle Sister Shen Dong would definitely tolerate everything he did, and he believed in her and wanted to seek her help.

But I can't ask for help now, which is very sad. There is no way I can ask Ishii and others about this matter.

As for asking Futaba Rio?

You can't really ask Futaba about every problem! Even if you say something like, "I have a friend who recently wants to peek at a female friend taking a bath," Futaba will see through it right away, right?

will die.

Fujiwara Haru is not that stupid.

He now knew he couldn't act on his thoughts. Peeping, stealing panties, and so on were all bad things he couldn't do. But after hearing certain sounds or smelling certain smells, he couldn't help but have these bad thoughts.

Fujiwara Haru is now struggling: I always think about these bad things, have I become a bad person?

Two conflicting thoughts then arise.

①I haven’t become a bad person, so these thoughts of mine should be normal, right?

But how is that possible? This idea is perverted no matter how you think about it.

②I have become bad, and these thoughts are my true thoughts.

So should we follow our instincts and do these bad things? No, we can't do that.

Fujiwara Haru was torn between these two thoughts. On the one hand, he felt that he had become bad, but on the other hand, he didn't want to believe that he had become bad. He didn't want to do bad things. He wanted to be a good child. When no one told him that "this is just a normal phenomenon during adolescence", this contradictory thought would continue to haunt him until this period passed and he walked out of the ignorant adolescence.

He shook his head and decided not to think about the diary anymore. After taking a shower, he soaked in the bathtub, ready to relax and think about nothing.

Then he saw a basket not far away, and inside it, a set of clothes was piled there.

The weather is a little cool today. There was a heavy rain in the morning, and the temperature dropped even lower after that. Therefore, Futaba is wearing a warm sweater today. It is light and fits well, and she won't feel cold.

At this moment, Futaba's outfit today is all in the basket. The bottom one is the outermost sweater, and the next layer is the wide skirt.

Looking up, I saw the light panties placed on the skirt. The pure white fabric had some pink lace, which was cute and had a touch of seductive charm.

The panties are pressed down by another piece of cloth, with only a corner exposed. Through the wide bowl-shaped hole, you can vaguely see a pink bow in the center of the panties, which is very beautiful.

Fujiwara Haru noticed the top fabric, which was also white with a slightly pink edge, in the shape of half a bowl, much larger than the bowl he used for eating.

His mind went blank, his whole body felt hot and his breathing became rapid. He inexplicably felt that the air in the bathroom smelled better and he bent down involuntarily.

Fujiwara Haru's thoughts were so jumping at this moment. She immediately thought of the plump and beautiful body from the two pieces of cloth, thought of her sitting where she had just taken a bath, and thought of the soup soaking her skin.

His mouth was dry and he felt like a stranger.

Fujiwara Haru quickly left the bathtub, wiped his body hastily, and ran out. Let's run. He needed to run. He was feeling hot all over, and if he didn't run quickly, he didn't know what would happen.

Only after running around the base for more than ten times, sweating profusely and exhausted, and making sure that he had calmed down, did he dare to go back in. Then, after making sure that Futaba had taken all her clothes away, he dared to go into the bathroom again, took a quick shower, and went back to the bedroom to sleep.

It was so strange, he felt that he was becoming more and more strange.

Late at night, in the dim bedroom, Fujiwara Haru closed his eyes. He missed his sister Shendong very much at this moment and wanted to ask himself what to do.

When he woke up the next day, in addition to the newly recovered memories of the day, there was also the remnant of an absurd dream. In that dream, all the beautiful girls he had met so far appeared, including Sister Shendong.

He could no longer remember what happened in his dream, he only remembered that it was absurd and beautiful.

Then Fujiwara Haru discovered that she had wet the bed, and it was wet and sticky.

He nervously lifted the quilt and took a look. Oh, it wasn't bed-wetting, but milky white. He had learned in his textbook that this was called nocturnal emission.

Sneaking out of the bedroom, washing up alone, then returning to sleep, pretending nothing had happened.

He felt ashamed and didn't want anyone to find out.

He was so nervous that he didn't notice that Futaba hadn't changed her sleeping position during this time and it remained the same all the time.

Until Ishii came and woke them up.

"How rare, you two slept in today."

Fujiwara Haru wanted to scratch his head, but he suppressed this unusual action and tried to pretend to be calm. "I worked out too late last night and overslept. By the way, Ishii, what materials do you need for the plane today? Let's look for them together."

Ishii sniffed and muttered, "What a smell."

Fujiwara Haru suffered cardiopulmonary arrest.

Then Ishii didn't pay much attention and turned to lead the way: "You guys should wash up first. We need to assemble the wing outer frame today. Fujiwara, please lend a hand."

"No problem! Keep it on me!"

Fujiwara Haru replied loudly and went to wash up, not daring to look at Futaba at all. It was not until breakfast that he secretly glanced at her a few times and found that Futaba's expression was as calm as usual, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Good, it probably went undetected.

How can we control nocturnal emission? It happens suddenly and it is really distressing.

After a troubled week, Fujiwara Haru wet the bed again. Then another week passed, and he wet the bed again, with a very regular pattern.

He understood that men also have menstrual periods.

Should I borrow a sanitary napkin from Futaba? But those are for women, right? Are there any for men?

Fujiwara Haru's troubles are increasing.

Two months later, Ishii's plane was about to be completed. Fujiwara Haru felt that he had perfectly mastered many silent techniques, such as silently getting up, silently opening the door, and silently sneaking. He was now the most powerful assassin!

But the most powerful assassin never noticed that every time Futaba, who was sleeping on the single bed next to him, got up, her nostrils would expand and her earlobes would become redder.

Whether it was good luck or bad luck, Fujiwara Haru herself couldn't tell. After that, although I always took a shower after Futaba, I never encountered a pair of freshly taken-off panties again. Those panties might have been warm from the body, or even had body fragrance, in short, full of beautiful elements.

Never met again.

Every time he thinks back on it, he feels a little regretful. That night and that look have become his deepest memories.

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Looking at Fujiwara Haru who had changed her clothes and pretended to have just woken up, Futaba also got up, rubbing her eyes, and gently breathing in the familiar smell.

Futaba knew very well what was happening, she understood more than the ignorant boy.

She even knew very well why Fujiwara Haru went running like crazy that night. She watched him from a distance for a long time, and then went to put her clothes away with shame, shyness and a little joy.

After she realized that doing so would cause trouble to others, she stopped it from happening again.

After that, Futaba would wait until Ishii and the others finished before taking a shower. She would empty the bathtub and refill it with water each time, and make sure that Ishii and the others' clothes were not left in the bathroom. If there were any, she would directly bring them to them.

When leaving the bathroom, take your clothes with you and don't leave any behind.

She felt a little ashamed. That night, she had actually been anticipating what he would do to her clothes, so she hadn't immediately gone to retrieve them. With some fantasies of what she would do if she found out, she saw him running like a madman, torturing himself.

Futaba didn't use this method again. She wanted to promote their relationship more gently.

Breathing the bedroom air, she began to wash with a touch of embarrassment. Honestly, the smell wasn't pleasant, but it wasn't unpleasant either. With a strange thought in her mind, she didn't dislike it at all; she was even a little curious about what the smelly liquid looked like.

But I can't go and see him. If he finds out about this, he will probably move out of extreme shame, and the two of us will separate. Now he hasn't moved out to live alone, but he doesn't dare to talk about it, and he can't find any other excuses.

Futaba Rio was very clear. In order to prevent a bad future from happening, her thinking was very quick at the moment.

Today we spent a day and successfully completed the final work on the plane. The plane is completed!

In the evening, I had a big dinner with Ishii, Chihu, Yuri and others.

After taking a shower, Futaba made sure that she had all her clothes and returned to the bedroom. She told him to take a shower and get ready to rest.

As she was flipping through the book, she heard the door to the next bedroom open again.

"Bang!~"

It was a loud sound, and the person who opened the door seemed not to pay attention to his own strength.

Something is wrong. Fujiwara wouldn't be so reckless.

She quickly put the book down, walked out of the room, and looked towards the bathroom.

He found Ishii inside and walked towards Fujiwara Haru who was washing her hair and turned around to look at him in shock.

"Fujiwara, you were secretly washing your underwear again today. I saw it!"

"You must be wondering why that happened, right? Don't worry, let Sister Ishii teach you why and how to deal with it now!"

"Let's sleep together on this last night!"

71. It is both a celebration banquet and a farewell banquet

Futaba rushed into the bathroom, grabbed Ishii, and dragged him out of the bathroom.

After observing for a few seconds, she blushed and closed the bathroom door, whispering, "Excuse me."

The last time Futaba came in, she didn't see Fujiwara Haru clearly because her back was facing away. This time she saw clearly that she was well developed, worthy of being a sports student who exercises regularly.

Although Fujiwara Haru had experienced this once, he still didn't know how to deal with the situation where a girl he wasn't close to suddenly rushed into the bathroom.

In the past, Sister Shen Dong would occasionally come in when he was taking a shower, but it felt very relaxing, and they were very happy to rub each other's backs and take a shower.

Now that Ishii had barged in, he felt a little embarrassed. He didn't feel any anger or disgust, but he just didn't know how to react.

Should I act tolerant and nonchalant? Or should I show some anger to get her to stop doing it next time? No, no, I won't see you tomorrow after the plane takes off. There won't be a next time.