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Mai Sakurajima rested her chin on her hand, seemingly lost in thought: "Junior isn't the type to get more excited when he's stepped on."

"Hmm..." Nomiyama looked down again. The little leather shoe was actually a bit reflective, it had been cleaned very well before going out, and the shoe was not big, because the senior's feet were very small.

"If the senior could take off her shoes and step on it, maybe it would make a difference."

Mai Sakurajima quickly moved her foot away, a hint of pleasure on her face, and walked forward on her own: "I knew it, junior was really looking forward to my stepping."

Nomiyama raised an eyebrow as she watched the person walking forward. Putting aside whether she was expecting anything herself, what kind of fetish was this senior's tone, which seemed to expect others to feel excited about being trampled on? Was she a super sadist?

......

Nomiyama, carrying a bowl of oden, followed Mai-senpai to the bus stop.

He finally couldn't help but ask, "You said you were on vacation and wanted to go out and have fun, so I guess I am. And then what? Where are we going?"

Mai Sakurajima glanced at him and casually said, "Take the bus to the school area; there's a beach there."

"Trains are faster."

"But I want to take the bus."

"alright."

The atmosphere quieted down a bit. Nomiyama squatted down and stuffed oden into his mouth one piece at a time, chewing as the juices exploded in his mouth.

He chewed, savored, swallowed, and then closed his eyes with satisfaction.

Mai Sakurajima glanced at him, thought for a moment, and said, "Aren't you curious why I'm going to the beach, junior?"

"What's there to be curious about? You'll see for yourself when the time comes."

Mai Sakurajima's expression remained unchanged: "It seems my junior is very confident in his insight."

Nomiyama, his mouth full, retorted, "No, I'm just too lazy to think about it. Mai-senpai can do whatever she wants. Anyway, I don't know what to do on Saturday."

"Alright." Mai Sakurajima stood up from the bench as she watched the approaching bus, and called out to the person squatting by the roadside, "Stop eating, the bus is here."

"Oh, okay." Nomiyama stood up, glanced at the bus, and casually threw the empty food cup into the trash can.

In the silence between the two, a voice, somewhat distant, rang out, urgent and pressing.

"Wait! Nomiyama!!"

Nomiyama grabbed the senior student who was about to get on the bus, then let go and turned to look at the figure running towards him.

She wore a white short-sleeved shirt with jeans, looking very energetic. Her blonde hair shimmered slightly in the sunlight, and she looked anxious but moved quickly, showing that she was someone who had been exercising regularly.

Nomiyama watched as the person, whom he was somewhat familiar with but not entirely familiar with, ran over. He saw her panting, her hands on her knees, and her expression slightly unnatural due to her rapid breathing.

"What are you doing here, Yumiko?" he asked.

Yumiko Miura tried to calm her breathing. She wiped the sweat from her face, straightened up, glanced at him first, and then looked around at him.

She took two deep breaths, her expression becoming more serious: "I believe you."

Nomiyama was stunned by the seemingly random sentence.

Trust me? Trust me about what?

While I was pondering, the other person took a step forward.

That passionate and unstoppable feeling rushed over in an instant.

Yumiko Miura looked him straight in the eye: "I believe what you said. There is someone by your side, but others can't see it. I believe you are working hard to solve her problem. I believe you won't lie to me."

Nomiyama's eyes flickered as he looked at her intently.

It turns out that besides those three people, there were still people in the school who believed in him.

But I'm really in some trouble here, so I shouldn't have come here.

So he opened his mouth: "Yumiko, I don't want to..."

"Shut up!!"

Yumiko Miura lowered her head and shouted to stop him from saying anything more.

Nomiyama opened his mouth, then fell silent.

Miura Yumiko took another step forward, forcing him to take a step back.

With one step forward and one step back, the boy ended up leaning against the signboard while the girl stood in front of him.

Raising her head, Miura Yumiko glared at him fiercely: "I didn't say anything, so don't get your hopes up."

"If I really said something and you still refuse, I'll accept it! But now, shut up!"

Nomiyama spread his hands out in front of the sign to show his surrender and agreement.

Yumiko Miura stared at him, unblinking.

Nomiyama tried to shrink back, feeling that Yumiko had an urge to force herself on him.

The next moment, his collar was grabbed and pulled, and Nomiyama lowered his head, watching the beautiful, arrogant yet shy face approach.

Then he bit his lip.

His mind went blank, and he remained speechless.

Yumiko Miura reached out, pushed him away, and shoved him back onto the notice board.

His face was red, his ears were red, but his eyebrows were still raised high, and his tone was still arrogant.

"I haven't even confessed yet! So don't even think about rejecting me! You jerk!"

Nomiyama couldn't speak, he just reached out and rubbed his lips. He hadn't been on guard, so he could still feel the softness of their lips touching for a moment, and the slight pain of his little teeth biting him.

Only when the person in front of her turned around and strode towards the other end of the street did Nomiyama lower his hand and call out to her.

"Yumiko".

Yumiko Miura paused, then walked away even faster.

Her eyes were lowered, and her gaze was also down.

If I were stopped at this moment and then rejected, it would be too embarrassing, an embarrassment I would never want to accept.

Nomiyama looked at the person who had no intention of staying, felt a little helpless, took a step forward, flashed in front of the other person, and continued, "Yumiko."

Yumiko Miura looked up at the person who had suddenly appeared in front of her, bit her lip, and stopped trying to escape, simply looking into his eyes.

Being rejected was to be expected, since he was nowhere near as familiar with those people as he was, and not being chosen was to be anticipated.

But don't give up. If you like something, you like it. If you like something, you should go for it. No matter what, my liking for it is real.

So, with red eyes, she stared straight at the person who wanted to speak.

Amidst her grief and forced strength, she saw the boy extend his hand and utter words completely out of place.

"I was just thinking, does Yumiko want some candy? I just bought some at the store."

Yumiko Miura reached out her hand in a daze and caught the candy.

"See you Monday, Yumiko."

The boy walked past them and headed back to the bus stop.

Yumiko Miura gripped the candy tightly in her hand, struggling to breathe, her voice becoming weak for the first time.

"See you on Monday, early morning."

Nomiyama walked up to Mai-senpai, glanced at her departing figure, then ignored her and squatted down, lost in thought.

Mai Sakurajima glanced at him, who was squatting down, and asked with interest, "Are you planning to talk about the fourth one?"

Nomiyama propped his chin on his hand, feeling a little tired: "We already have a fourth one."

?

Mai Sakurajima opened her eyes, her mind in a state of confusion.

......

Nomiyama leaned on his hand, looking at the long-haired girl beside him and her curious gaze. Swaying slightly, he casually said, "What? Never ridden a bus before?"

Mai Sakurajima put away her phone, which was taking pictures, seemingly unconcerned: "I've ridden it before, but only once or twice when I was a child."

Nomiyama raised an eyebrow: "Hmph, young lady."

Mai Sakurajima simply replied, "Yes, I am the ultimate combination of a rich girl, a superstar, and a senior."

"Junior, quickly kneel down and worship me, and I will grant you the opportunity to get close to me."

Nomiyama ignored her: "A superstar upperclassman who'd take off her underwear and throw it in someone's face, huh? That's really something..."

Mai Sakurajima lifted her foot, stomped down, and rubbed it vigorously.

The atmosphere was quiet until, after a while, the boy's voice rang out.

"Mai-senpai, please use your strength."

The little leather shoe that was originally on the instep was lifted up in the blink of an eye and kicked straight in the face.

......

Chiba was bathed in orange hues, with large, continuous clouds that appeared crimson on the horizon but still tinged with pale yellow overhead.

On the coastal road, amidst the congested traffic, a bus had only three or four people left. The boy sat on the far left of the last row, and the girl sat on the far right of the last row.

"So, what exactly are we going to do?"

Nomiyama reached out and rubbed the spot on his lower body that he felt a slight pain, looking annoyed.

Mai Sakurajima noticed his actions and was equally annoyed.

"You'll know when you get there."

"You're such a nuisance." Nomiyama pouted, turned his head to look out the window, then paused for a moment. He pointed to a spot in the sky, slightly pleased. "Mai-senpai, there's a pink cloud outside right now."

"How could that be? Pink is way too much." Sakurajima Mai rolled her eyes, ignoring him completely. Did he really think she was an idiot?

“It’s true.” Nomiyama took out his phone and took a picture of the cloud.

A clicking sound rang out.

Sakurajima Mai hesitated, then shifted her gaze, only to find she couldn't see anything. So, she moved her body, little by little, until she was next to Nomiyama.

Leaning against the window, she tilted her head and looked up from Nomiyama's arms.

Above, there were vast expanses of crimson clouds, seemingly stretching to the horizon. Amidst this endless expanse of red, a small cluster of peach-colored clouds stood out as unusual and unique.

Sakurajima Mai remained silent for a moment, then shifted her gaze from the cloud to the black hair and eyes above her head, and the quiet, reassuring aura emanating from him.

She looked away and moved her body away.

Nomiyama ignored his senior's actions and kept snapping photos. He wanted to pick out a few good ones to send to his girlfriend, since such a rare scene was one he wanted to capture.

Mai Sakurajima fixed her gaze on him. After a moment of silence, she took out her phone and leaned closer to him again.

At the very least, we have to capture this scene on film.

Because it is indeed very rare.

She set a wide-angle lens, lay quietly beneath him, and mimicked his movements, snapping photos incessantly.

She wanted to take more photos and save the best one to share.

So she lay on the boy's lap for a little longer.

......

"Junior, I want to go swimming."

As the view from Nomiyama moves, the seaside road is lined with all sorts of people taking walks, while the coastline is deserted.

He twitched his lips: "Don't be ridiculous. If I swim here at this hour, I'll be arrested by the police right away."

Mai Sakurajima said casually, "So we need to go somewhere else."

"what?"

Not long after, Nomiyama, carrying his newly bought swimsuit, followed Mai-senpai to a completely deserted beach.

His gaze swept across the area, finding only a small patch of sand; the rest was mostly jagged rocks.

Mai Sakurajima grabbed his swimsuit, pulled it out from inside, and threw it at his face. Then she walked towards a large group of rocks and warned, "Don't peek!"

Nomiyama gripped the swimming trunks in his hand, dismissively saying, "I'm not interested."