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Slowly, she reached down and touched her lower body.

Eriri Sawamura's breathing quickened. She looked at the scene over there, silently got off the chair, and lay down on her bed.

She leaned against the headboard, took off her coat and other clothes, looked over there, and slowly reached out her hand.

"Um..."

......

After covering the helpless woman with a blanket, Nomiyama quietly went out.

He walked down the stairs, looking at the slight stains still on his clothes, wondering if Eriri had any clothes to change into. If not, he would have to buy some and have them delivered here.

He crossed the street and returned to Eriri's house, then went straight to her room.

He pushed open the door, his gaze swept over the drawing paper on the table, and his eye twitched.

His wrist was grabbed, and he looked down at the watery eyes that were meeting his gaze.

Eriri Sawamura gritted her teeth: "I want you to grab my twin tails."

Nomiyama Nana: "Uh..."

"You bastard! You've been holding back all this time, haven't you! I want you to be rougher!"

Eriri Sawamura, too lazy to pay him any more attention, bent down and peeled off her clothes: "Is this what you all taste like together?"

Nomiyama cupped her head with one hand: "Hiss..."

......

"Go...to the corridor..."

Nomiyama picked her up and walked down the corridor.

"The room next door..."

Nomiyama took a few steps, glanced at the tightly closed door next door, and hesitated slightly: "Wouldn't that be inappropriate?"

Eriri Sawamura leaned down and bit his shoulder and neck, saying in a muffled voice, "You've already eaten it, and you're still asking me if it's good?"

So Nomiyama said nothing more, turned the doorknob, and went inside.

His gaze swept across the furnishings in the room, examining them with some curiosity.

"On the bed..."

Without the slightest hesitation, the two fell onto the bed.

Nomiyama no longer held back in his politeness towards her.

"Waaah..."

......

An hour later, he exhaled, put on his clothes, left the villa, and walked towards another house on the street.

He pushed open the door, went in, and met the gaze of the person wearing a kimono, holding a water glass, staring blankly at him.

Nomiyama met the unresponsive gaze, bent down, picked him up, and walked towards the sofa.

"You bastard! What were you doing just now?!"

Nomiyama thought for a moment.

"I just went to your bed."

"..."

The 274th Chronicle of the Sawamura Family, Part 2

"How am I supposed to get along with Eriri?" Sayuri Sawamura covered her face.

"Hmm... I always tell you not to underestimate Eriri. She has her own way of getting along with people now." Nomiyama rested his head on her lap, adjusted his position from side to side, and finally said in a muffled voice towards her, "She will probably act as if nothing happened and treat you the same way as before. But this is not for her own sake, but for your feelings. She herself doesn't care about these things."

Sawamura Sayuri subconsciously ruffled his hair, her voice low and gloomy: "Look what you've done to my Eriri..."

Nomiyama breathed in the fresh scent: "I think Eriri is cute right now, and that's enough."

Sawamura Sayuri was silent for a moment, then patted his head: "Alright, get up, it's time to go back."

Nomiyama sat up with some reluctance. He was wearing the clothes that the servant had brought him, a black and white casual sweatshirt.

He put on his slippers, took a step, stopped, and then turned back to look at Xiaobaihe, his gaze lingering on her flushed face: "How about we take another bath? And then go back?"

Sawamura Sayuri was also wearing a casual sweatshirt and her hair was tied in pigtails, which made her look like a young girl in the prime of her life.

She raised her foot and kicked him in that spot without any hesitation, her voice hoarse with exhaustion: "So much energy, huh? Believe me or not, I'll cut you up one of these days while you're asleep."

Nomiyama raised his hand and took two steps back: "I believe it, I believe it."

He then said, "Let's go buy some groceries; there are some things I want to eat."

Sawamura Sayuri walked past him: "Just tell me what you want to eat, and I'll have someone deliver it to my house."

Nomiyama grabbed her, his tone more serious: "What I mean is, let's go to the supermarket together."

Sawamura Sayuri realized what was happening, turned around to look at him, her gaze piercing his eyes, but she didn't say anything.

"Okay, that's settled then."

Nomiyama pulled her, who was silent, toward the door.

......

Eriri Sawamura got up and stretched.

Sure enough, this bed is more comfortable to sleep on.

She turned her head and glanced over there.

Oh, no, they're out having fun.

Take a shower, take a shower and go to sleep.

She took a few steps, then turned back to look at the mess on the bed.

He turned around and picked up the bed sheets and blankets.

Okay, I need to wash up, otherwise I'll get a scolding later.

......

"Here, this is super delicious."

Nomiyama handed over a box of takoyaki.

Sawamura Sayuri glanced at the snacks drizzled with sauce in her hand, then at him grinning foolishly, and sighed, "Didn't we say we were going to buy groceries?"

Nomiyama looked at the various snack shops along the road ahead and didn't see anything wrong with it: "The nearest large supermarket to your house is right behind this street."

Sawamura Sayuri skewered a takoyaki, put it in her mouth, took a few bites, puffed out her cheeks, and glanced at him: "Even if you say you want to go on a date with me, please pick a nicer place and a nicer reason."

Nomiyama stretched out his arm to her: "There's nothing we can do about it. It's already four in the afternoon, and it'll be dark soon. Where will we find a convenient place for a date?"

Sawamura Sayuri stopped chewing, looked at the arm extended in front of her, glanced at him again, hesitated for a while, and hesitated again, before finally reaching out and hugging his arm.

After swallowing the food in her mouth, she picked up another piece and put it in her mouth: "Aquarium, Ferris wheel, movie theater, three popular dating spots, and at least two of them are still worth visiting. And all you did was take me to the food street?"

Looking at her puffed-out cheeks, Nomiyama inexplicably recalled that night many years ago when she smiled, her eyes filled with a teasing intent.

With her foot stepped on, Nomiyama stared at her blankly.

Sawamura Sayuri squinted at him: "What were you thinking about just now?"

Nomiyama blinked, reached out, and pinched her still-puffed cheek: "I just think Sayuri is cute like this."

Before the other person could react, he let go of her hand and led her forward: "It's not that I didn't think about going to the Ferris wheel or the movie theater, I was just thinking of finding an opportunity to bring it up again. I felt that if I directly asked where we should go on a date, you would reject me."

Sawamura Sayuri, hiding her embarrassment and annoyance, swallowed her marshmallow and glared at him: "Let's go to the movie theater."

"Oh, okay." Nomiyama recalled the map, turned around, and led her into an alley, taking a shortcut.

After poking the takoyaki a dozen times, Sayuri Sawamura picked one up and handed it to her, saying, "You eat it."

Nomiyama lowered her head and took a bite: "Don't you like it? I love this brand so much. I used to buy a box here every time I took Eriri home."

Sawamura Sayuri glanced at him: "What? You don't like me feeding you? Fine, spit it out."

"No, no, I just thought you would eat a few more."

"Can't I feed you while you eat?"

"Okay, okay."

......

"I don't want to watch anymore."

Sayuri Sawamura looked at the ticket machine and took a step back.

Nomiyama looked at her, didn't ask why, but simply pulled her to the waiting area and sat her down on a chair.

Sayuri Sawamura glanced at the couples entering the movie theater, a fleeting emotion in her eyes: "Aren't you going to ask me why?"

Nomiyama grabbed two popcorn kernels, took a bite of one, and handed her the other: "Maybe she just doesn't like talking in the movie theater."

Sawamura Sayuri looked at him for a while, took a bite of popcorn, and turned back to look at the people.

"It's okay, we have plenty of time. If we can't watch it this time, we can watch it next time."

time.

Sawamura Sayuri looked at her hands. Time was the enemy. In just a few more years, time would destroy the last vestiges of her youth. Fortunately, at least Eriri got the person she liked, and she could still indulge in a few more years.

Nomiyama, clutching popcorn, kept his eyes on her: "Remember that little bottle I used to give you water in the room?"

He scratched his head: "That thing is an elixir of immortality. Theoretically, as long as we don't get killed, we can stay in this state until the sky falls and the earth collapses."

Sawamura Sayuri paused for a moment, then, recalling the bottle she had been drinking while sitting on him, sighed, "No wonder it tasted so strange. I thought you were drugging me."

"Given your condition at the time, you didn't need any special medication."

Nomiyama bent down, picked her up, and placed her sideways on his lap, holding the popcorn bucket in front of them: "We have plenty of time to kill, time is not a problem."

Sawamura Sayuri looked at the bucket of popcorn in front of her, grabbed a kernel, and said, "Why do you all seem so indifferent to this complicated relationship?"

Nomiyama put one arm around her and grabbed a handful of popcorn with the other, stuffing it into his mouth as he chewed, pondering what to say.

After a while, he said, "You should know that I'm not normal. I'm abnormal from the bottom of my heart."

Sawamura Sayuri met his gaze and said, "Mm."

Nomiyama smiled and said, "I don't know when you found out, but for me, I found out a few days after I was born. My body is unusually strong, and I lack the correct moral values ​​that people look up to. I follow the normal path of life, but my underlying principle is that I just like what I like. Nothing else matters. I just want to like what I like."

"Logically, I should be free. I can do whatever I want. My body is moving towards a stronger state every day. In a very short time, it seems that there is no one in this world who can stop me. I have become a real-life anomaly. No one can stop me from doing what I want to do."

"Back then, what interested me were mostly strange things, like pirates, battlefields, or being a king, and there was one person who was rather serious and wouldn't let me kill or set fires on a whim."

Sawamura Sayuri tugged at his face: "You mean Yukino restricted you? That can't be right. If she really restricted you, things wouldn't have gotten to this point."

Nomiyama thought back to the three years after she left, leaning back in his chair: "A lot of unexpected things happened, but my fundamental nature hasn't changed. I still live based on my preferences, so for me, as long as I have feelings of liking, I don't care about those opinions at all. As for them, the longer they spend with me, the less those opinions they have. The closer people are, the more they change each other, not for themselves, but for the other person."

"Of course, I'm the one who gets more accommodating. Um, I'm a scumbag who likes a lot of people."

He picked her up, put her down, and said, "Okay, let's go buy groceries."

Sawamura Sayuri handed him the popcorn bucket, then took his hand: "What was Yukino thinking in the end that made her come back? Actually, at that time, I would have been willing even if you hadn't come back. Anyway, Eriri was by your side, and she was basically satisfied."

What were you thinking about?

Nomiyama thought of the small hill under the polar night, and the girl sitting on the hill, smiling and crying. He lowered his voice and said, "When we finally understand that we still want to love each other, and for a very long time, to the ends of the earth, until the end of time; under such a premise, other things will be put aside."

"Let's not talk about this." Nomiyama shook off his thoughts. "What do you mean you'd be willing to not come back? If Eriri doesn't come back, I won't come back either. If you stay in Chiba, you probably won't even have anyone to talk to."

“No, I still have friends,” Sayuri Sawamura denied his statement.

"Huh? You have friends? I've never heard you mention them before." Nomiyama was somewhat surprised.

“Heh.” Sayuri Sawamura looked at him and sneered, “She’s your lover. During that time, I would go to her every day when I was bored and make fun of her. She couldn’t do anything to me, it was quite amusing.”

Nomiyama realized what was happening, and the image flashed through his mind: Sayuri arrogantly mocking Miyabi, while Miyabi silently drank her tea without saying a word.

"Well, it can't be said that she's entirely to blame for this."

"I do want to blame you, but the problem is you're not here, you bastard."