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Nomiyama carried her out of the room and began to appear in various parts of the Yukinoshita family mansion.

......

"Is this room yours? It looks familiar."

"you guess..."

Nomiyama didn't suspect anything, he just held her and sped up.

"Let me...get on the bed..."

Yukino was thrown onto the bed, and after he got on top of her, she rolled over and pinned him down, laughing wildly.

"Guess which bastard it is."

Nomiyama licked his lips.

As Yukino felt his swelling increase, her smile became even more unrestrained.

She increased the speed and amplitude.

Nomiyama looked at the swaying figure in front of him, reached out and grabbed it, then rolled over.

She lowered her head and kissed him, then he moved again.

"You really...like it..."

......

"Wait, wait, wait, this is Yukinoshita's room, isn't it?"

"Yukino has many clothes."

Yukinoshita Haruno turned to look at him, licking her lips: "Don't you want to give it a try?"

Nomiyama prepared to restrain himself.

Yukinoshita cleared her throat, changed her tone, and began to sound slightly hoarse: "Nomiyama-kun, I actually bought black and white stockings too, but I haven't had a chance to wear them for you yet."

Nomiyama pulled her and pushed open the door: "Where are you?"

Yukinoshita closed the door, walked to the wardrobe, pulled it open, and began changing clothes on the spot.

Nomiyama hesitated for a moment, then realized he couldn't hold back any longer, so he stopped her from changing and picked her up and carried her to the bed.

"I'm not changing it. You're cute enough on your own."

"Eh? I'd like to add some more spice... um... mmm..."

Yukino's head was spinning, but she still managed to call out to her.

"Wild mountain mushroom..."

Nomiyama's mood became even more excited as he smelled the scent of another person on the bed.

......

Nomiyama eventually carried the unconscious girl to the bathroom, but while preparing to give her a bath, he ran into Yukinoshita.

Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at him and sighed, "Go home and get some sleep. I'll handle it."

Nomiyama scratched his head, then retreated somewhat guiltily, saying, "Good night."

Yukino Yukinoshita waited until he left, then turned on the tap and picked up a towel.

Yukinoshita, with her eyes closed, murmured, "Nomiyama-zaki..."

Stopping her movements, Yukino Yukinoshita subconsciously looked at the rooms next to each other.

After a long pause, a weaker voice rang out: "Two ridiculous fools..."

......

Nomiyama stood in front of the villa with Eriri on his back.

"Will I be killed, Eriri?"

"Don't worry, Mom is a good girl. At most, she'll give you some poison."

Nomiyama breathed a sigh of relief: "That's great."

The Sawamura Family Chronicle, Chapter 273

"Why didn't you ring the doorbell?" Eriri Sawamura tugged at his hair.

"I'm thinking about how to phrase things, like what to say as the first thing when we meet." Nomiyama squatted by the wall of the villa.

"Meet him first, and the right words will naturally come to mind after you meet him." Eriri Sawamura stood beside him and pulled him forcefully.

"Hiss, that makes a lot of sense." Nomiyama stood up, grabbed her twin tails, and demanded, "You're not Eriri, who are you! Tell me!"

"Damn it! Let go of my hair!" Eriri Sawamura realized she couldn't reach his head with her hands, so she had to kick him.

"I won't let go, it's so much fun." Nomiyama lifted her twin tails and swayed them from side to side.

With an unusual sound, the door slowly opened.

Nomiyama let go and turned to look at the door he had opened.

Eriri Sawamura kicked him twice: "Let's go, Mom saw us."

"Eriri." Nomiyama grabbed her, straightening her clothes. "Do you think there's something wrong with your outfit?"

Eriri Sawamura turned around and glanced at him twice, then grabbed him and pulled him forward: "Wearing a tracksuit, what the hell are you dressed like!"

Nomiyama walked up to her, looked down at her black tracksuit, and asked thoughtfully, "Does this count as matching outfits?"

Eriri Sawamura said with absolute certainty, "It doesn't count!"

"Huh? Doesn't that count?"

"No, you have too many of these black tracksuits at home. Couple outfits should only have one set."

"alright."

Nomiyama walked ahead, pulled her into the villa, and then looked at the people waiting in the living room, and fell silent.

She still loves red, wearing a red kimono with white stripes, but this time she didn't tie up her black hair, instead letting it hang loose, giving her an intellectual and gentle look.

Intellectual, gentle, Sayuri Sawamura.

Not right.

Nomiyama felt as if a knife was lurking in her hand, waiting for an opportunity to plunge it into her heart.

Releasing Eriri's hand, he greeted her, "Long time no see, Sayuri."

Sawamura Sayuri smiled gently: "Long time no see, Kazehaya-kun."

Kazehaya-kun?

Nomiyama shifted his gaze to the kitchen, changing the subject: "Are you preparing lunch?"

Sawamura Sayuri nodded gently: "Yes, but I won't trouble Kazehaya-kun, since he's a guest."

I haven't said anything yet.

Nomiyama smiled faintly: "My cooking skills have improved recently, so it's perfect for Sayuri to try."

"Oh no, how can we let the guests do it? Kazehaya-san, just wait here, I'll be ready in no time."

"No, as a guest, I can't just come here for a simple meal. I should help out."

No, I refuse.

"I refuse your refusal."

Eriri Sawamura, standing to the side, glanced at the two of them and rolled her eyes: "You two are so annoying, why don't you just do it together?"

She turned and walked towards the sofa: "Anyway, I'm just going to eat, you can do whatever you want with me."

Nomiyama went to the kitchen first: "I think Eriri is right, let's cook together."

Sawamura Sayuri sighed as she looked at Eriri, who seemed completely indifferent, and followed him into the kitchen.

The side dishes are all prepared; all that's needed is to chop the vegetables and complete the final cooking process.

Nomiyama picked up a plate of chopped chili peppers, looked at it, and put it down.

He turned on the range hood, then lit the fire, and the noise gradually increased.

He turned his head and looked at the person cutting meat next to him, repeating the same sentence: "Long time no see."

Sawamura Sayuri didn't even look up: "Cooking? Weren't you going to show off your skills?"

Nomiyama heated the pan, poured in oil, and, holding a spatula, ran it across the pan a couple of times: "Why aren't you wearing your hair up today?"

Sawamura Sayuri took the small bowl containing various ingredients and handed it to him: "Are you going to cook or not? If you're not going to cook, then go out."

"I'll do it, I'll do it."

Nomiyama poured the ingredients into the pot, causing the hot oil to sizzle and start to release its aroma.

......

When are you getting married?

"Cough cough!"

Nomiyama turned his body, coughed, touched the table, picked up a water glass and drank it all in one gulp.

Then he looked up at Sayuri, who was seated at the head of the long table: "Why are you suddenly bringing this up?"

Sawamura Sayuri said calmly, "What? You don't want to marry my Eriri?"

Nomiyama looked at the simpleton who was burying his head in his rice and shoveling it down: "How could that be? We just haven't decided whether to get our marriage certificate before or after we graduate from university."

Sawamura Sayuri frowned as she watched their reactions; it shouldn't be like this.

She sensed something was wrong and asked, "Have you... registered a marriage with someone else?"

Nomiyama wasn't surprised by her keen observation; he simply met her gaze and nodded, "Yes, I've already met Megumi."

Sawamura Sayuri looked at Eriri, who hadn't reacted much. Oh, I see. She lost her virginity, so it didn't matter.

No, how could you give your ID to someone else in this situation? Yukino is one thing, but how could it be Kato Megumi's?

Eriri Sawamura looked at her mother innocently. What could she do? She only went home for half a day, and they got their marriage certificate right away.

Nomiyama silently lowered his head and began to serve himself food.

Sayuri Sawamura took a deep breath: "You two go to get your marriage certificate tomorrow. I'll make all the arrangements."

Nomiyama had no objection: "Okay."

Eriri Sawamura just quietly chewed her food; since she'd already lost her virginity, she wasn't really interested.

Her eyes darted around, looking at him across from her who was still staring at his mother. She stretched out her foot, put it on his shoulder, and began looking for a spot.

Nomiyama turned and exchanged a glance with Eriri, remaining expressionless and showing no intention of sending her back. He simply picked up some food in silence.

Sayuri Sawamura glanced at the two of them, lowered her eyes, served herself some soup, and said casually, "Well then, let's discuss the issue of whose surname the child should take."

Eriri Sawamura spoke quickly this time: "My surname is Nomiyama."

Nomiyama blinked and chose to remain silent.

Sawamura Sayuri looked at her disappointing daughter: "The first one can take the surname Nomiyama, but what about the second one?"

Eriri Sawamura was puzzled: "I'm already married to him, of course we'll all take the Nomiyama surname. Besides, I don't want to have two children, it's too much trouble."

Sawamura Sayuri sighed, "Are you going to make the Sawamura family name disappear?"

Eriri Sawamura proudly raised her head: "I'm still alive, and I'll live for a long time. As long as I'm here, the Sawamura family will remain."

"Didn't you want to change your surname to Nomiyama?"

"It seems...so it is..."

Nomiyama looked up and raised his hand when he met their gazes: "There's a way, don't worry."

Sawamura Sayuri frowned: "What method?"

Nomiyama glanced at her, then lowered his head: "Anyway, there's a way. I can't say it, but there is a way."

Sawamura Sayuri sensed something was off.