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"Okay, okay, it's not important. Is Mom coming to live with us? I feel like it would be boring to live here alone."

Eriri Sawamura stepped on him harder, but spoke to her mother: "His house has been expanded a lot, it's now a big villa, and it's still quite spacious."

Sawamura Sayuri paused with her chopsticks, staring quietly at the pork rib soup in her bowl. Soon, her gaze left the glistening oil and fell on Eriri. Her lips softened: "I've lived here for over thirty years and I'm used to it. Eriri can come back and have a meal with me occasionally."

Eriri Sawamura was a little disappointed: "But I wanted my mom to come along, since there are rooms available there."

Sawamura Sayuri got up, wiped her mouth, and noticed that she suddenly pulled her leg back, but ignored it. She just sat back down after wiping her mouth and said softly, "What kind of mother would disturb a young couple's life? Besides, I have my own life too."

"Isn't your life all about Eriri? As for the Sawamura family's affairs, you can leave them to us from now on." Nomiyama took a big gulp of soup, rubbed his stomach, and felt that he could still eat some more.

He looked up and said, "Anyway, it's only this far, not even half of Chiba. You can come back when you want to go home."

He said seriously, "I'm thinking about Eriri. I always feel like she can't live without you. If she throws a tantrum at home, I'll have to go through all the trouble of coaxing her."

Sawamura Sayuri raised her foot and kicked him.

Nomiyama didn't resist, but he didn't go so far as to grab her foot either. He just turned to look at Eriri and said, "You agree, right, Eriri?"

Eriri Sawamura nodded seriously: "That's right. If Mom isn't around, I'll throw a tantrum, lose my appetite, stop playing games, and stop drawing altogether."

Sawamura Sayuri sighed, "Eriri, you're already eighteen. When are you going to grow up?"

Eriri Sawamura smiled and said, "Mom, I've grown up now, but I still can't live without you."

She rubbed her stomach, turned around and walked towards the sofa, waving her hand: "Okay, that's enough."

Nomiyama watched her leave, pondered for a moment, then ignored her and continued picking up food and chewing.

Sawamura Sayuri looked away and asked him, "Have you resolved the issues with the Yukinoshita family?"

Nomiyama swallowed the beef: "Yukinoshita made some simple arrangements; she is now the head of the family."

"Heh, I never thought Chiba would end up with the surname Nomiyama."

"I don't care about the surname or anything, as long as they like it. Anyway, I just picked this name on a whim."

"Come out with me after you finish eating."

"Okay." Nomiyama stopped holding his chopsticks and put them away.

"I'm full, thank you for the meal."

He got up and began clearing the table.

Sawamura Sayuri's eyelids twitched when she heard his sudden statement.

Picking up the plates and bowls, Nomiyama first put them in the sink to soak, then walked out of the kitchen and said to the person on the sofa, "Eriri, I'm going out with Sayuri."

Eriri Sawamura, watching TV, casually waved her hand and said, "Go ahead."

"Ah."

Nomiyama turned and walked towards the door, gesturing to the people still at the table.

Sayuri Sawamura felt a growing unease; she had a strange feeling that she wasn't the master of this house.

After the two of them left, Eriri Sawamura, who was curled up on the sofa, turned her head, glanced at them as they walked toward a villa on the street, and got up.

She hummed a song as she walked upstairs to her room.

It's been a long time since I've drawn in a sketchbook, so today is a good opportunity to get back into the swing of things.

......

Upon entering, Nomiyama turned around, but before he could speak, he was already inside.

A hand pressed down on his neck, pinning him against the wall.

Sawamura Sayuri, with her long hair loose and a cold expression, said, "Nomiyama Kazehaya, because of you, I have to let my daughter experience that unknown fate. I have to worry and fear that she will suffer an accident."

The person in front of him was very weak, but Nomiyama did not resist. He simply pressed himself against the wall, lowered his gaze to meet those purple eyes: "Sorry, I didn't expect you to let Eriri follow us."

Sawamura Sayuri's expression remained cold and stern: "She has to go with you because she has that potential. If she doesn't, once you die, she will either suffer for the rest of her life or die with you on the spot. You didn't give her a choice at all; she has no choice but to go with you."

"Nomiyama Kazehaya, Eriri has never wronged you. When will you start to consider her feelings more?"

Nomiyama watched her silently, then reached out and stroked her.

Sawamura Sayuri slapped his hand away and stepped back sharply, shouting, "What are you doing!"

Nomiyama looked at the traces of IV fluid on his fingertip: "You cried."

Sawamura Sayuri froze for a moment before reaching out to touch her cheek, only to find it covered in flowing liquid.

Nomiyama took her hand and led her to the sofa: "Sayuri, you might not be happy to hear me say this."

He tightened his grip: "Thank you. If you hadn't let Eriri follow us, Yukinoshita and I probably would have died there."

Sawamura Sayuri shook her hand, only to find it was being held very tightly, so she stopped shaking it and said coldly, "Let go."

Nomiyama released her hand as she wished, then sat on the sofa, waiting for her to continue.

Sawamura Sayuri stood there with a cold face, not approaching him: "I said, this is the only thing I can do. It's not for you, it's for Eriri's life."

Nomiyama nodded: "I understand."

"You don't know anything!" Sayuri Sawamura grabbed the teapot from the coffee table, raised her hand, and then stopped.

Nomiyama looked at her and whispered, "It's okay if it hits you."

Sawamura Sayuri gritted her teeth and threw the empty teapot at him.

Nomiyama looked at the teapot that had been tapped twice beside him, picked it up, and put it back on the tea table.

Sawamura Sayuri moved closer to him, looking down at him: "Explain clearly, what exactly happened back then?"

Nomiyama thought for a moment: "It's probably similar to the trolley problem. Yukinoshita stands where the trolley is going to pass and refuses to move. I hold the wrench to change direction. After thinking about it, I give up thinking and the wrench and decide to stand on the track with Yukinoshita and wait to die. Eriri suddenly cuts in. We can't just watch Eriri come with us, so we derail."

Sawamura Sayuri couldn't stand him anymore and kicked him, yelling, "You bastard!"

Nomiyama reached out and grabbed her foot, pulling her down onto the sofa.

He looked at her and asked, "Why aren't you wearing your hair up today?"

Sawamura Sayuri propped herself up with her hands behind her back and crawled backward: "What business is it of yours whether I tie my hair or not?"

Nomiyama pondered, "I have a feeling that you're explaining something, like things are different now than before."

Sawamura Sayuri grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, saying coldly, "Otherwise? You are Eriri's man now, and you're going to get married tomorrow. Nomiyama Kazehaya, I advise you to forget about what happened before."

Nomiyama looked at her calmly: "But you still called me out."

Sawamura Sayuri gritted her teeth: "That's because I have something to warn you about."

Thinking of what had just happened, Nomiyama leaned forward and grabbed her ankle.

Sawamura Sayuri noticed his movements, but did not struggle; her expression simply became completely calm.

"Nomi Yamazaki, you still haven't learned your lesson and still want to let Eriri down."

Nomiyama stretched out both hands, his expression turning strange, even his voice changed: "Why do you think Eriri doesn't know about this...?"

Sawamura Sayuri was stunned.

Nomiyama continued to exert force, grabbing his ankle, then his calf, then his thigh, and finally his waist.

He picked her up, put her in his lap, and then looked into her still-dazed eyes.

"Why do you still see Eriri as that idiot from before...?"

Sawamura Sayuri didn't even have the thought of pushing him; she just stared into those dark eyes, her mind going blank.

"What do you think I meant by the method of keeping the Sawamura family name? And why did the two of us come out so easily?"

Nomiyama pressed his forehead against hers: "Sayuri, you won't be able to escape when Eriri comes home. It's not that you arranged for her, it's that she's arranging for you now."

Nomiyama untied the sash around her waist, transforming her back into the red and white butterfly. He reached out, passing through her wings, and embraced the butterfly's pure white body.

Their eyes met, and ignoring the grief, indignation, shame, and anger, he leaned closer to her lips.

......

Eriri Sawamura hummed a song as she walked into her room. She reached out and moved the easel, setting it up properly.

She then took a few steps, moved the chair, and positioned it in a certain direction.

She waited silently, looking over there.

Oh, try choking him, but that's basically useless. You have to stab him with a knife. Now that he can't resist, he'll actually get stabbed.

He pulled me to the sofa? Oh, I see. So the first time was on the sofa.

Eriri Sawamura reached out and manipulated three paintbrushes, waiting in front of the drawing paper.

They talked, oh, I got caught by the ankle.

Taking a deep breath, Eriri Sawamura began to manipulate the paintbrush.

Over the years, unlike Yukino Yukinoshita's lofty ideals, and unlike Kazehaya Nomiyama's lack of ambition, she has always had only the most common and ordinary dreams.

"When I grow up, I want to be a cartoonist."

These are words that everyone says, words that most people forget as they grow up, but Eriri Sawamura made up her mind and persisted in them until she grew up.

So, let's draw.

The paintbrush begins to move, and the story begins to unfold.

There was a family with two sisters, both with pigtails. The younger sister had blonde hair, while the older sister had black hair.

The sisters have a very good relationship, but their personalities are somewhat different; the younger sister is timid and cowardly, while the older sister is gentle and generous.

One day, the younger sister said she had fallen for a male classmate and was worried about how to confess her feelings. The older sister comforted her and gave her advice and ideas. However, at times, the older sister also felt a little distressed because, without the younger sister's knowledge, she had already developed a deeper relationship with that male classmate.

"Maybe I'm more suitable?" This thought would occasionally cross her mind, but she would quickly dismiss it because she knew clearly that as the older sister, she had to take care of her younger sister.

The younger sister was unaware of her older sister's thoughts. She enjoyed her sister's advice and fantasized about every conversation and close encounter with the boy she liked, gradually closing the distance between them.

Finally, one day, the younger sister confessed her feelings to the boy. The boy looked at her for a long time until a leaf drifted by. The boy smiled and agreed: "Okay, girlfriend."

The younger sister cheered and hugged her boyfriend tightly, feeling that her life had finally been liberated.

The younger sister brought her boyfriend home and cooked for him with her older sister. The older sister dressed very elegantly that day, not wearing pigtails, but with her long hair down, looking intellectual and charming.

At the dining table, watching him happily enjoy the food, his sister also felt that same happiness.

After dinner, they played in the living room until the boyfriend rummaged through the manga box and said, "Hey, why isn't there the latest Jump?"

My younger sister volunteered to go out and buy it by herself.

She never expected that the scene she would see when she returned would be a scene of hell.

The older sister sat on her boyfriend's lap, her red and white kimono almost completely off, fluttering up and down with his movements, looking like a butterfly flapping its wings.

Her loud shouts were completely different from her usual gentle demeanor, as if she were venting some unspeakable emotions.

They quickly changed positions; the older sister lay on the sofa, trying to cover her mouth, quietly waiting for the possessive person behind her.

Their movements were so intense, as if they were venting their frustrations.

As the younger sister listened to the endless stream of joy and happiness, tears streamed down her face. She gripped the window tightly to prevent herself from slipping and falling to her knees.

Soon, she saw her boyfriend pick up her sister face to face and carry her upstairs.

The older sister's eyebrows curved, but she still embraced him and kissed him.

The younger sister watched them disappear around the corner of the stairs, feeling powerless but unable to stop. She walked to the door, opened it, and then, like a walking corpse, went up the stairs as well.

She could hear the two talking from outside her room.

The older sister said haltingly, "What if... Ying... sees this..."

The boyfriend didn't speak, but the older sister's voice became even more mournful: "Why...why...are you...even...more...?"

The younger sister looked at them through the crack in the ajar door, knelt down, and tears streamed down her face.

The boyfriend seemed to have finally vented. He took a few steps and found two ties somewhere. He used the ties to tie his sister's pigtails, and then, still without any protection, he grabbed the pigtails with both hands and started moving.

The older sister, perhaps finally catching her breath after this pause, shouted, "You bastard! What if I'm pregnant?!"

"Give birth."

Hearing her boyfriend's words, the younger sister completely broke down. She no longer had the will to expose him and could only watch and listen silently from outside the door.

I don't know how much time passed, but the smell kept reaching my senses, and my sister's voice grew louder and louder, becoming more and more out of control.

The younger sister looked at the spot where the two were pressed together, her breathing becoming so heavy that she felt very hot.