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Many years ago, he wanted to drift at sea like this, without worrying about the destination, just letting the wind carry him to the next place, and now it seems that he has finally achieved his wish.

It is nighttime, cloudless, and the sky naturally displays the magnificence of the stars, but the rippling sea cannot reflect the tranquility of the starry sky.

Drunk, unaware that the sky is reflected in the water, a boat full of sweet dreams presses down on the Milky Way.

The person who wrote this poem must not have been at sea.

With a slight pout, Nomiyama had a sudden thought.

The entire ship disappeared from the sea and reappeared in the sky thousands of meters above the ground.

After giving the Black Pearl the order to sail with the wind, he stopped worrying about the direction and simply looked up at the starry sky.

A moment later, a man wrapped in a blanket staggered out of the captain's cabin and onto the bow of the ship.

Aren't you sleepy?

Nomiyama turned around and looked at the blonde Yumiko. Her blonde hair didn't shine brightly under the starlight, since the starlight was very faint.

However, he actually thought she was even more beautiful, probably because the other person now belonged to him.

He always had a strong possessive nature.

Nomiyama disappeared from his glass, then reached out his hand, indicating that he wanted to hug him.

Yumiko Miura wanted to say something to him, at least to express her resistance, but when their eyes met and she saw that he really wanted to hug her, she fell silent and quietly walked forward.

Nomiyama picked up Yumiko and held her in his arms.

He remained seated at the bow, his body swaying with the boat's movement.

He lowered his head, pulled her closer, and asked, "Why aren't you sleeping?"

Yumiko Miura glared at him: "The person next to you got up and ran away in the middle of the night, and you were still able to sleep?"

Nomiyama was a little embarrassed: "I suddenly felt like coming out to look at the stars."

Yumiko Miura felt the wind blowing against her cheeks and gritted her teeth: "Then we don't have to look from the sky, do we?"

Nomiyama let her blonde hair brush against his cheeks without brushing it away: "I just thought the view would be better from the sky."

Miura Yumiko didn't bother to say anything more to him. She just curled up in his arms and whispered, "Are Yukino and Megumi really alright?"

Nomiyama hugged her tighter, lowered his head, kissed her lips, and then, meeting her still shy and annoyed gaze, replied, "Of course something's wrong."

Yumiko Miura stiffened slightly, her confidence waning: "I was too greedy..."

Nomiyama reached out and pinched her cheek, saying helplessly, "What are you thinking? They won't blame you or hold a grudge against you, so don't worry."

He said with a hint of melancholy, "It's just me who's in trouble."

Seeing his pained expression, Miura Yumiko couldn't help but laugh.

She reached out, pinched his waist and twisted it, her voice regaining its spoiled and willful tone.

"You're so greedy!"

Ignoring the pain in his waist, Nomiyama looked down at her and grumbled, "If I don't come and eat you up soon, you'll run away on your own."

Yumiko Miura turned her head toward him, buried her face in his hands, and spoke in a muffled voice.

"I won't run away. My biggest thought is just to observe."

Nomiyama straightened her up: "That won't do. You have to come and date me first."

Their eyes met, and Nomiyama asked cautiously, "Kiss?"

Yumiko Miura just pinched the flesh around his waist without saying a word.

You're asking me this? How am I supposed to answer?

So Nomiyama stopped asking questions and said nothing, and just lowered his head.

The 289th spring breeze brings down the blossoms from the trees, just like every year.

Where will it go?

Upon hearing Yumiko's voice, Nomiyama turned around and looked at the Black Pearl drifting away from the harbor.

It still had its dusty canvas billowing, its hull still looked old and retro. There was no one on the deck and no lights in the cabin. It left the port in silence, without making any noise, like a ghostly shadow in the night.

"It will go wherever it wants to go, maybe to a snowy place where you can bask in the sun for almost half a year, maybe to a place where you can admire pretty girls in bikinis all day long, and to a golden beach, I don't know."

Nomiyama turned around and walked towards the port: "But when you want to set sail, just call its name and it will come back to obey the mistress's orders."

Yui Yuigahama changed back into her white t-shirt and black skirt, jogged a few steps, and took his hand: "How will Kuro appear? Will he be waiting for us at the port?"

Nomiyama thought for a moment and said, "If you really want it, it can fly over your house, above the sea of ​​clouds, but you have to cultivate to a certain level before you can board the ship. Usually, it will wait at the port."

Hina Ebina walked beside her and said, "No wonder Utaha likes to discuss creative issues with you. Judging from this, you do have a lot of fantasy elements in you."

Nomiyama recalled his senior and nodded as if confirming: "She was the one who had abandoned readers for five or six years with 'Love Story' and started a new book. She received too many hate letters and had to discuss some issues with me."

Yumiko Miura, on his other side, reached out and pinched his waist, gritting her teeth: "There are really a lot of people in the family."

Nomiyama complained, "That's so unfair. We're usually like sisters, but now you think she's a nuisance."

Miura Yumiko glared at him: "You have a problem with that?"

"How could that be? Everything Yumiko says is right."

"Nonsense! Why wouldn't you let me be on top just now when I wanted to!"

"Because I like to bully Yumiko?"

"Ouch, stop pinching me, I was wrong."

Hina Ebina patted his butt and said in a low voice, "You're only really hard when you're doing 'that'."

Yui hugged him tighter: "Hehe, I like it."

Instead of going directly back to the Nomiyama family home, the four of them returned to their original homes one by one, just as they had done when they set off.

If a girl has been away for several days, she should always go home first to explain.

"I'll come see Xiaofeng in a couple of days."

"I've prepared my maid outfit!"

"H!"

"laugh!"

Nomiyama embraced her and kissed her rather boldly, so his hands also rubbed her more roughly from behind. When the girl's breathing became heavier, he suddenly let go and stepped back.

"H!"

Yui Yuigahama picked up a handful of grass from the ground and threw it away.

Nomiyama dodged the question, waved with a smile, and headed to his next destination.

"It's rare for it to be completely eaten?"

"Hmm...or rather, you're the first one coming from above, that's impressive."

Nomiyama held Himeko in his arms, breathing softly.

Hina Ebina gripped him tightly, rubbed him a couple of times, and smiled: "But coming from above can easily make me faint, so next time, you'd better pour it down below, otherwise, I'll bite it off."

Nomiyama obediently let her massage him, and said softly, "So you want a child too?"

Hina Ebina tried to seduce him: "You stupid man, I want to keep my consciousness so I can have sex more often."

Nomiyama bit her lip and stepped back: "You're clearly a weakling who fainted once."

Hina Ebina smiled without saying a word, as if to say, "Go ahead and threaten me. Next time, I'll give you a couple of slaps with my teeth and you'll behave."

Shivering, Nomiyama took Yumiko's hand and led her towards her house.

As he walked, he talked about things he was curious about: "Actually, since we started dating, we've held hands less often, even at the beginning of our relationship. Yukinoshita and Megumi always held my hand more often."

Yumiko Miura took two steps, took his hand, and leaned closer: "Silly man, it's because this makes us feel closer. Girls like a sense of security. For me, your presence is a sense of security. Walking on the street, this kind of contact gives me a greater sense of security."

Nomiyama smacked his lips: "I see."

Yumiko Miura continued, "Moreover, this posture actually has a sense of dependence, which in a sense represents that I regard you as my backbone."

After hearing her explanation, Nomiyama turned to look at her and said, "Yumiko is very perceptive."

Yumiko Miura said with a hint of pride, "Don't underestimate high school girls. We study love every day."

Nomiyama whispered a reminder: "We're not high school students anymore."

Yumiko Miura paused for a moment, then sighed softly, "Suddenly it feels like I've grown up, but at the same time, it doesn't feel like I've grown up much."

Nomiyama said smugly, "Yumiko is now a super famous female professional tennis player. Everyone online is calling her the tennis queen. I often go in and post comments like, 'Queen! Queen! Queen is the best!'"

Yumiko Miura glared at him, annoyed: "What are you so smug about?"

Nomiyama was completely unconcerned: "You are mine now, and the louder they shout, the happier I am."

Yumiko Miura's lips curled slightly, then fell back, and finally she pursed her lips: "Then, quickly call me Queen!"

"My Queen!"

Nomiyama responded quickly; he liked Yumiko's contrasting personality—both queenly and adorable little wife—he found it very endearing.

Yumiko Miura raised her head and continued to give orders: "Hmph, I'm not walking anymore, carry me."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

When Nomiyama carried Yumiko on his back, his hand inevitably touched her leg.

Yumiko's legs are beautiful, long and slender with a subtle explosive power, a beauty that comes from playing tennis.

Ah, it feels amazing when you put it on, cool and soft, and you can occasionally feel the muscle.

"Hehe, are you thinking about something bad?"

Nomiyama said righteously, "Absolutely not, I was just admiring Yumiko's amazing figure in my heart."

Yumiko Miura gritted her teeth, knowing full well: "Isn't that just thinking about bad things?"

Nomiyama retorted, "How can something involving your girlfriend be a bad thing?"

"Pah, that's inappropriate." Miura Yumiko leaned on his shoulder, a smile playing on her lips, and changed the subject, "Do you really like me?"

"Of course, Yumiko is beautiful, handsome, and super loyal. She's amazing."

"What do you like best?" Yumiko Miura nestled into his neck and shoulder.

"Ah, legs?"

"Bastard!" Miura Yumiko opened her mouth and bit down.

"Actually, it's everything! Everything! Personality! Figure! Appearance!" Nomiyama hurriedly tried to salvage the situation.

"How long will you like me?" Miura Yumiko relented.

"I will continue to love it until I die."

"No way! I'll still love you even after I die!" Yumiko Miura refused.

“Okay, then I’ll prepare more things so that even when I’m not around, I can still show you how much I love you.” Nomiyama agreed.

"No! You're not allowed to die!" Miura Yumiko rephrased.

“Okay, then I won’t die.” Nomiyama agreed as before.

“I…” Miura Yumiko leaned close to his ear, her voice soft, “Actually, Mom and Dad haven’t been home lately.”

“Then…” Nomiyama gripped his hand tighter.

"I want to ride you..." The girl's voice carried an undeniable timidity.

......

Half an hour later, Nomiyama put Yumiko, who had completely transformed into a young wife, aside.

He stood up, put on his clothes, cleaned the bed in the room, set up a spell, and then stroked Yumiko's face before leaving.

Yes, he kept his promise and lay there being ridden for half an hour.

The female knight, after a sudden burst of acceleration, rolled her eyes and collapsed.

Walking onto the street, Nomiyama took out his phone and glanced at the messages.