In the time loop, I do whatever I want

I can't see anything anymore.

This time, Makoto Fushimi wasn't envious of the pendant.

He started to envy the camera.

Next, Eriri's situation unfolded as usual: Sayuri Sawamura noticed something was wrong, and Eriri's guilty excuses were eventually exposed.

But just before Sayuri Sawamura could find out the truth, Eriri quickly ended the video call.

A moment later, Eriri sent a message: "My mom called me out, I'll talk to you next time."

Fushimi Makoto: [Okay.]

He had just closed the chat window and casually switched to the group chat of the boys, including Hayato Hayama, when a new message popped up at the top of his phone screen.

Eriri: [You are not allowed to tell anyone about what happened today!!!]

The addition of three exclamation marks shows that she was genuinely excited.

Makoto Fushimi: [What if I accidentally tell someone?]

This time, he waited almost a minute before Eriri replied: 【Then I'll never show you my legs again!】

What a terrifying threat.

As expected of you, you couldn't even find the key point in your threat.

Makoto Fushimi: [I would rather die than tell anyone.]

Eriri ended the chat with a smiley face emoji.

Makoto Fushimi glanced at their chat history and couldn't help but find it amusing.

That's such a lame threat.

Given her easily manipulated personality, even if she says she won't show her legs to Fushimi Makoto again this time, the next time they meet and chat for a few words, she will definitely put on a shy expression and lift her skirt.

Makoto Fushimi reopened the group chat and found Hayato Hayama and the others discussing short video shooting, so he joined in.

After a while, there was a knock on the door, and then Mrs. Yukinoshita's graceful figure walked in.

Before Fushimi Makoto could speak, she picked up the bamboo dragonfly from last night and said, "This thing seems to be broken."

“Oh, because of quality issues, it can only last for a few tens of minutes at most.” Fushimi Makoto reached out his hand.

Mrs. Yukinoshita didn't give him the item; instead, she stared intently at his face.

That means: Give me another one.

Chapter 343 Let's test mine too!

Get me another one.

In Fushimi Makoto's memory, this kind of sentence structure usually only appears in lively and beautiful girls like Ichika.

Now he saw that meaning in Mrs. Yukinoshita's eyes.

That's interesting.

She openly revealed her desire for it, which means that the bamboo dragonfly prop is very much to her liking.

Or perhaps, she was having a blast flying...

It's just that she didn't have enough time to use the bamboo dragonfly she took yesterday; she probably hadn't had enough fun yet, so it couldn't fly anymore.

Even Yukino couldn't resist doing something like this.

"I can make you a few new ones right now, but I need to prepare the materials." Fushimi Makoto readily agreed.

"Wait a moment," Mrs. Yukinoshita said before leaving.

When she returned, she was carrying a bag full of small wooden sticks, which looked finely crafted and were completely different in style from the discarded items from yesterday.

"This should be enough, right?" Mrs. Yukinoshita smiled and placed the bag in front of Makoto Fushimi.

Fushimi Makoto stared blankly at the bag of small wooden sticks: "You don't mean you want me to use all of these, do you?"

"Of course not, I'm not a greedy person." Mrs. Yukinoshita seemed amused by his reaction, and her smile spread across her face. "You just need to make me a few more, and you can keep the leftover materials for yourself."

Why am I carrying so many small sticks?

Fushimi Makoto opened the bag, but before starting to make anything, he asked, "How many do you need specifically?"

"How about ten?"

“You are indeed not greedy.”

"Then I won't bother you anymore. Call me when you're done."

Mrs. Yukinoshita clearly understood the importance of respecting privacy; no matter how curious she was, she did not stay to watch.

She thoughtfully closed the door before leaving.

"Auntie, you came prepared."

Makoto Fushimi got into work mode.

It was just ten bamboo dragonflies, and he finished them in a little while.

When Mrs. Yukinoshita returned, her eyes lit up with surprise when she saw the ten finished products in front of her.

She was indeed very satisfied, but she was more surprised than anything else.

It's quite astonishing that something made of small sticks can make people fly.

In just a short while, Fushimi Makoto made ten new ones for himself.

Does this mean that as long as he wants to do it, he can make as much as he needs?

Mrs. Yukinoshita's eyes were somewhat fiery.

"It seems I need to take a break." Fushimi Makoto's voice interrupted her thoughts.

She glanced over there and asked, "What?"

“Your gaze is terrifying. I suspect that if I don’t interrupt you, you might start to exploit me,” Fushimi Makoto said truthfully.

Mrs. Yukinoshita smiled gently: "You're overthinking it."

Am I really overthinking things?

Judging from your expression just now, it looked like you wanted to strip me naked!

Moreover, it wasn't even a physical stripping, which makes it hard for people to accept.

Mrs. Yukinoshita got what she wanted, but instead of leaving, she sat down opposite Makoto Fushimi, gently pressing down on her skirt.

Fushimi Makoto moved the bag aside and met the beautiful woman's gaze: "Is there anything else?"

Mrs. Yukinoshita seemed to be carefully choosing her words. After a couple of seconds, she asked casually, "Did you give Sayuri the schedule she wanted?"

"I'll give it to her next week."

"What about Yang Nai's share?"

"Yukino gave one to Haruno-nee, so she doesn't need mine for the time being."

"Oh, you mean Yukino helped make one."

Mrs. Yukinoshita didn't think much of it and continued in a casual tone, "The longer I know Yukino, the more incredible the changes in her become to me."

"For example?" Fushimi Makoto replied cooperatively.

Mrs. Yukinoshita suddenly laughed, a laugh tinged with helplessness: "For example, last night I had just opened the door and saw my little daughter flying in the sky... Can you understand how I felt at that moment?"

Makoto Fushimi couldn't hold back: "Indeed, that scene was quite frightening."

Mrs. Yukinoshita's helpless expression hadn't faded: "I almost thought there was something wrong with my eyes. I can only say that I'm used to you having many secrets, otherwise I would have definitely had insomnia last night."

"That's not the case. The pendant I gave you has a calming and brain-nourishing effect; you should have noticed that, right?"

"Yes, that thing is a treasure. I don't know how to thank you enough."

Her tone was gentle, as gentle as that of a virtuous housewife.

That gentle demeanor and those incredibly approachable eyes easily inspire trust in others.

If Fushimi Makoto hadn't sensed the changes in the other person's emotions, he might have been deceived.

"So after all that you've said, you still want me to help you create a customized plan, right?" Fushimi Makoto chose to expose him.

Mrs. Yukinoshita's expression froze for a moment, then quickly returned to its most natural state: "I did think about that, it's just..."

She hesitated for a moment: "Is collecting my body data really that troublesome?"

In other words: Do you need to physically touch me to collect my body data?

Fushimi Makoto suppressed a laugh and said, "It's not troublesome, it just means there might be some normal physical contact."

"Then I'm relieved." She said, standing up. "Why don't you test mine too?"

Let's get started before my two daughters come back!

"I see."

Fushimi Makoto responded, thinking to himself that this map of Yan was quite long, only revealing itself now.

Next, he put on a serious expression and meticulously measured Mrs. Yukinoshita's body measurements.

During this time, the two naturally had some physical contact, but it was all normal touching.

To Fushimi Makoto's surprise, her breathing became erratic even from just a normal touch.

Makoto Fushimi even sensed the restless, agitated emotions surging within her.

Seriously? You triggered the effect of the [Fantasy Emblem] right away?

and many more!

Fushimi Makoto realized the key point.

She went into her room last night.

This was originally just a trivial matter, but this morning she practiced yoga in the living room.

Furthermore, considering how easily she triggered the [Fantasy Badge], this is clearly abnormal.

It was obvious that she had been fantasizing again last night.

She practiced yoga in the living room, and now, as Makoto Fushimi recalls it, that feeling of unease has only grown stronger.

After all, the house is so big that she can practice yoga in her own room or a specially designated exercise room.

Fushimi Makoto didn't believe that her family hadn't made such preparations.

Could it be that she deliberately practiced yoga to show me?

Fushimi Makoto had reached a conclusion.

The fact that she felt aroused through normal physical contact alone is clearly not something that can be achieved through fantasies of just one or two times.

If she did indeed fantasize about it last night, and then so clearly intended to practice yoga in the living room this morning, then Fushimi Makoto's speculation is most likely correct.

Thinking about this, Makoto Fushimi found things were getting interesting.

This is fun!

Especially since she was forcing herself to act as if nothing had happened, while the heat inside her was growing stronger and stronger, this contrast was really quite attractive.

But Fushimi Makoto did not take any action.

He carefully completed the data test for Mrs. Yukinoshita, then wrote it down in detail on a piece of paper, saying, "That's fine. I'll send over the complete plan next week."

"Please." Her voice remained gentle.

But after she said that, she sat back down.

They showed no sign of leaving at all.

Fushimi Makoto felt an urge to laugh even more.

He picked up his phone, opened a group chat, and pretended to be chatting with a friend, while secretly glancing at the beautiful woman sitting there out of the corner of his eye.

Just as he had expected, Mrs. Yukinoshita held the sheet of paper full of professional data, seemingly deep in thought, but occasionally glancing at him.

Two eyes.

Many eyes.