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Kasumigaoka Utaha laughed: "Junior is indeed very good at how to live simply."

Nomiyama nodded: "Right, I really like this kind of simplification of my life. When I can't figure out the meaning of life, I tell myself to just do what I like or am interested in, and I don't care about anything else or bother to think about it. Yukinoshita always tells me that I'm the type who quietly waits to die when the sky falls."

Kasumigaoka Utaha laughed more happily this time: "But this kind of metaphor is not appropriate for junior. If the sky falls down, junior can put the sky back up if he wants."

Nomiyama sighed, feigning surprise: "Sometimes being too amazing can be a problem; you can't even use some metaphors anymore."

Kasumigaoka Utaha also sighed, but she raised her glass: "A toast to my junior's awesomeness!"

Nomiyama clinked glasses with a serious expression: "Cheers to my awesomeness!"

Each person finished their drink, took a deep breath, and then poured themselves another cup.

After a few rounds of drinks, two empty Macallan bottles were placed on the table.

Nomiyama looked at the person who was leaning back on the sofa in a daze, exhaled, and his eyes regained their clarity.

He pushed aside the wine glass in front of him, ready to take his senior home like this.

"Junior, carry me home, my parents are still in Tokyo."

His voice was languid, tinged with anticipation.

Nomiyama agreed: "Okay."

He walked over to the other person's sofa, squatted down, and then carried the dazed person who had climbed onto him on his back.

"Junior..."

"Yes, I'm here." Nomiyama pushed open the door to the private room, nodded to the waitress, and walked outside.

"Junior..."

"Yes, I'm here."

Nomiyama stepped outside and glanced at the distant sky, only to realize that it was already dusk. The setting sun was fragmented by the edges of tall buildings, with each building obstructing the view and creating a layer of color.

He suddenly remembered what his senior had said about the sunsets in Tokyo. Were those sunsets also like this, with their colors cut off by tall buildings, and the colors getting darker as they got closer to the horizon? Then he thought about the afternoon his senior set off for Tokyo alone. Would that sunset be more beautiful than this one? It probably would be, after all, it was an adventure full of anticipation.

“Junior…this place feels like Tokyo…” Kasumigaoka Utaha tilted her head to look at the horizon from his back and murmured.

“This isn’t Tokyo, it’s Chiba. We’re heading home,” Nomiyama explained to her.

"I see..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha felt relieved. She hugged him tighter and pressed her cheek against his back: "Junior, do you know..."

Nomiyama waited for the red light to turn green and replied, "I don't know, what's wrong?"

"Actually, during those days in Tokyo, I did think that someone would save me."

"Ah."

Kasumigaoka Utaha's breathing was slightly heavy due to the alcohol, but her voice was soft: "Just like in those stories, when the heroine is helpless, the hero will take her away from that desolation and tell her that everything is alright. I was so young back then, living in a daze, but I was still hoping that someone would come to save me."

“I want him to come, it doesn’t matter how he comes. As long as he appears, I will give him everything. I will hand over the steering wheel to him and let him decide my life. As long as he can bring me peace of mind and take me away from that painful sea, he will be my little prince, and I will become the fox he tames.”

"Wouldn't it be a bit of an exaggeration to say that? After all, I did achieve quite a lot back then. Wouldn't it sound like I was just complaining about nothing?"

Nomiyama walked past the middle school where the two had once attended and continued walking forward: "There is no exaggeration, because everyone's perception of pain is different. Pain is not a matter of degree; it has never been a quantifiable term."

"Ah."

Kasumigaoka Utaha breathed a sigh of relief, continued to lean against his back with peace of mind, and continued to murmur: "Then he really came, at a time and in a way I never expected."

"He cooked me a bowl of noodles, then forced his way into my room. The noodles were awful, all soggy, and the broth was cold; but I also thought they were delicious. I'd never eaten such delicious noodles or drunk such warm meat broth in my life. He was amazing. Just by cooking me a bowl of noodles and talking to me, I felt like I'd been tamed by him. I thought he was so handsome, incredibly handsome. I thought about him every day and looked forward to our reunion every day."

"I think when I see him, I will definitely rush into his arms. I think on the day I tame him, I will be so moved that I will shed tears."

Nomiyama listened quietly until he was sure she had finished speaking, and then prepared to respond.

She fell asleep.

Without lingering any longer, he stepped into her house and stood in front of her bed.

As Nomiyama carefully laid her down, he realized that she had woken up; it seemed that she had only dozed off briefly because she couldn't hold on any longer.

In the quiet, Nomiyama took off her little leather shoes, helped her to the bed, and then prepared to leave.

Why are you leaving?

Nomiyama stopped and turned around.

Kasumigaoka Utaha leaned against the headboard, feeling a lump in her throat as tears streamed down her face. Her emotions began to spiral out of control: "Why did you leave? You went on a trip with them. I thought it meant you had finally opened up, so I asked if you had come back. That's why I asked you out. Mai didn't stop me, Megumi didn't stop me, and you didn't refuse. I thought this was the moment I had been waiting for. I thought today was the day I had been looking forward to."

"You even invited me out for drinks, I thought it was..."

Nomiyama stood by the bed, reached out and pinched her face to stop her, then raised his hand and wiped away her tears with his fingertips.

"I like you, and I want to start a relationship with you today. If you'd like, we can get our marriage certificate tomorrow."

Nomiyama looked at her somewhat bewildered eyes and explained his earlier plan to leave: "I wasn't planning to leave. I just wanted to boil some water first, since you usually stay at my house and there probably isn't any hot water for showering here."

I carefully moved closer and met the gaze of those crimson eyes that had gone from aggrieved to blank.

"I invited you for drinks not to get you drunk and take advantage of you while you were in a daze, but just to help you relax. I thought you were drowning your sorrows in alcohol, but it turns out you were just deliberately getting yourself drunk."

Kasumigaoka Utaha paused for a moment, feeling a little embarrassed, but she refused to admit defeat, so she continued to stare at him.

Nomiyama bent down, pressing his cheek against hers: "I was just about to go boil some water, and when I came back, I took the initiative to help you sober up."

"Shiyu, what I want to say is that I like you and love you. You can't listen to this while you're drunk. We must love each other while we're sober."

When Kasumigaoka Utaha heard him change his form of address and hear him say "I like you" and "I love you," she turned her cheek and gradually aligned it with his as they lightly touched, and then, gently, touched his lips.

Without any intention of avoiding her, she turned her face to meet me.

Kasumigaoka Utaha's eyes turned even redder, all the greed and desire she had suppressed in her daily life overflowing. She grabbed him and pulled him onto the bed, flipping her over and sitting on top of him.

With her mind completely clear, Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at the person beneath her and licked her lips: "I know you can turn on the bathroom switch remotely, don't go over there, I want you."

Nomiyama placed his hands at his sides and replied, "Okay."

Kasumigaoka Utaha leaned forward, pressing his hands down with her own, and looked into his eyes, as if commanding: "Say you love me."

Nomiyama smiled gently: "I love you, Kasumigaoka Utaha. If you want, let's never be apart again, for many years to come."

Kasumigaoka Utaha bit her lip, her body going limp. She braced herself to stay upright and replied, "Yes, we won't separate. Say you love me."

Nomiyama repeated the same phrase: "I love you..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha blocked it, she became completely greedy, her desires trying to be released, but she only got a tiny opening.

Her lips parted, and she gripped him tightly with both hands, even scratching his body. Her eyes weakened, and her voice carried a pleading tone.

"Not enough, this is not enough at all. I want more, much more, Kazehaya, give it all to me. I want you to love me. I want you to love me completely and utterly. I want you to make me feel loved."

Nomiyama stopped talking, instead flipped over on top, reached out, and tore.

Rip! Rip!

"what!!"

"Well!!"

"Waaaaah!!!"

"It hurts! I want more!! More!!! All of it!!!"

"Waaaaaaahh ...

......

Nomiyama knew that some people needed more, and that more went beyond happiness; it included even pain, because only with sufficient sensory stimulation could they obtain a more authentic sense of existence and being needed.

He had no objections and was quite willing, after all, his presence in that area was, in a sense, synonymous with brutality.

He's the type who, after such unrestrained venting, sometimes doesn't quite process what happened the next day...

Kasumigaoka Utaha turned around and looked at him standing in the kitchen doorway, lost in thought. Her voice was gentle: "What's wrong? Don't you like noodles for breakfast?"

Nomiyama was dazzled by the softness he had never seen before, and could only scratch his head: "I just didn't expect you to make breakfast."

Kasumigaoka Utaha smiled gently as she turned around and bent down to pick up noodles from the pot.

"I learned to cook noodles from my husband, you'll like it."

292 Just like a butterfly won't refuse the wind

I am fascinated by the universe, the stars, and the vast galaxy. Planets orbit and depend on each other; the Little Prince grows roses; astronauts search for water; aliens use the moon as a lamp. Enveloped in all this mystery, I feel relaxed and at ease, because I know that there will always be stars that shine for me, twinkling for me, traveling countless light-years to say they love me.

"Not cooked."

Kasumigaoka Utaha glanced at the noodles, put them back in the pot, then turned to look at the person still standing there in a daze at the kitchen door, slightly annoyed: "Shouldn't you be coming over and putting your arm around my waist right now?"

Nomiyama didn't understand the girl's thought process at that moment, but that didn't stop him from doing as she said.

“I often saw Megumi cooking before, and then you would put your arm around her waist and whisper sweet nothings. At the time, I thought I had to try it myself to see what it felt like.” Kasumigaoka Utaha smiled, confirming, “So it turns out that this kind of contact makes me feel at ease.”

Nomiyama understood, and he simply rested his chin on the girl's shoulder, becoming lazy: "I usually think, 'Hmm, smells good.'"

Kasumigaoka Utaha noticed the hidden meaning in her words: "Is it the smell of food or a girl?"

Nomiyama gave a vague answer: "Does it all smell good?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha suddenly realized, "So it's a girl's fragrance."

She looked down at the arm that was around her, her gaze lingering on the red scratches: "Aren't these scratches going to heal?"

Nomiyama shook his head slightly, indicating that he was referring to a mark left by his girlfriend: "It's better to let it heal at the body's natural pace."

Kasumigaoka Utaha smiled faintly: "No wonder Mai sometimes says you're a masochist."

Nomiyama simply retorted: "Slander."

Kasumigaoka Utaha brushed his hand away and turned to get the bowl: "Whether it's true or not, Kazehaya knows best in his heart."

She took a large soup bowl from the cupboard and handed it to him: "I don't have any chopped chili peppers at home, and I didn't buy any meat in a hurry, so this will have to do."

Nomiyama took the bowl, turned off the stove, and started picking up noodles: "What are you saying, girlfriend? I'm already very happy that you can cook noodles for me. But, I didn't expect you to have some cooking skills?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha waited on the side with her small bowl of noodles, smiling: "Everyone in the family is a culinary expert. You and Megumi are in charge of the daily meals, and Yukino, Haruno, and Mai are all skilled cooks with their own understanding of cooking. I really have no reason to show off, since all I've done over the years is figure out how to cook a delicious bowl of noodles."

Nomiyama added some noodle soup and an egg to his bowl: "I'll try it later, if it's not good..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha raised an eyebrow: "Hmm?"

Nomiyama sniffed the air and said seriously, "It can't possibly taste bad."

Kasumigaoka Utaha nodded seriously: "My boyfriend has good taste and good eyes."

Nomiyama brought the soup bowl to the table, picked up a noodle, and put it in his mouth.

It really does resemble his cooking style, except it lacks the meat broth and chopped chili peppers for added flavor.

"It's delicious."

He spoke vaguely.

Kasumigaoka Utaha sat down beside him with her bowl in hand. She watched him eat his noodles with gusto for a while before stirring her own noodles, her eyes gentle: "I'm glad you like it."

Nomiyama swallowed the noodles with difficulty: "I like it very much."

"You really like it?"

"I really like it."

The dining table was quiet for a while until Nomiyama quickly finished his noodles and started drinking the soup: "How's Eriri's manga going lately? I've been messaging her but she's not replying."

Kasumigaoka Utaha thought for a moment, a smile spreading across her face: "She hasn't been coming out to eat lately, and she's been getting up in the middle of the night to go downstairs and find something to eat by herself. It should be soon."

She thought for a moment, then looked at him and continued, "As for 'Love Story,' I plan to publish the seventh volume this year, starting with the love chapters."

Nomiyama looked a little distressed: "I just finished filming the previous scenes with Mai. Why don't you just stop writing this one? Anyway, your new book won the Naoki Prize, so why bother with light novels? It'll also be good that Eriri doesn't have to draw anymore."

Kasumigaoka Utaha smiled and shook her head: "No, boyfriend. After all, compared to those other stories, this light novel is the one I want to write the most. Besides, even if I finish writing it this year, whether you want to film it or draw it, it will be after I finish writing it. You can still rest for a while."

Nomiyama picked up the bowl, drank several mouthfuls of soup, and exhaled, "Alright then."

Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at him, reached out, took out a tissue and wiped his mouth: "The business is managed by Yukino. You don't have much work to do besides filming. Why are you so lazy and still complaining?"

Nomiyama said nonchalantly, "I should spend all of my life with you."

Kasumigaoka Utaha had a strange expression and was speechless for a moment.

It seems that her boyfriend really doesn't have any other pursuits in this world.