In the time loop, I do whatever I want

"Thanks for reminding."

She didn't feel embarrassed at all. Instead, she got up, opened her bag, bent down, and took out a new pair of flesh-colored stockings.

Makoto Fushimi glanced at it quickly.

Wow, there are even black stockings!

Wait, what is that pointy thing that looks like a rocket head?

Could it be a "physical holy sword exclusively for women"?

"What are you looking at?" Mrs. Yukinoshita was very perceptive and naturally noticed his gaze.

Fushimi Makoto asked bluntly, "What is that little rocket-shaped toy?"

To everyone's surprise, Mrs. Yukinoshita blushed and said angrily, "You already said it's a small toy, why are you still asking?"

Fushimi Makoto was greatly surprised.

No way, I actually guessed it right?

But shouldn't toys in that category all be the purple mood style?

Mrs. Yukinoshita gritted her teeth and glared angrily at Makoto Fushimi.

But in her heart she was thinking: I should have refused that idiot Xiaobaihe. She insisted on giving me this thing, saying that it was quite useful.

Now, all that's left between her and Sayuri Sawamura is to break through that thin veil of secrecy.

The two had long guessed each other's relationship with Fushimi Makoto.

However, they haven't had a formal meeting or brought it up yet.

As for that little toy, it was of course a gift from Sayuri Sawamura.

Moreover, the reason given for the gift was infuriating: "You must be the repressed type of woman, so this thing must be a great help to you, since you have quite a few needs."

When she heard that, she almost couldn't resist using that "rocket model" as a weapon to beat her best friend up.

“You didn’t see anything just now, you know that?” She took a deep breath, her tone icy.

"Understood," Fushimi Makoto agreed.

Mrs. Yukinoshita's expression softened somewhat: "Is there anything else?"

"That's all."

"Then why aren't you leaving?"

"I'd like to learn some of your yoga and see if there's anything I can instruct you on."

After a brief silence, Mrs. Yukinoshita asked with a stern face, "You're going to instruct me?"

“Yes,” Fushimi Makoto replied, then added a reason: “I have studied yoga diligently.”

"Then what is your purpose in studying this?"

"For your guidance."

"go out."

"Okay, to be honest, I actually did it to improve my flexibility."

"go out."

Fushimi Makoto turned and walked out, muttering, "I came here with good intentions to remind you, and you turn your back on me like that."

Then her voice came from behind: "I'll wear the black stockings later."

Oh, and there's a reward too.

Fushimi Makoto was somewhat satisfied.

Chapter 408 The child is just joking and doesn't understand.

Mrs. Yukinoshita came out of the house after changing into black stockings. Apart from Sayuri Sawamura giving her a second glance, Eriri and Shizuka Hiratsuka didn't pay any attention to her.

"I don't know where I bumped into those stockings, but they got a hole in them," Mrs. Yukinoshita explained calmly, meeting her best friend's questioning gaze.

"You must not have noticed when you took your things this morning." Sayuri Sawamura recalled that when the two of them were checking their luggage that morning, she had jokingly given her a "rocket model".

Mrs. Yukinoshita certainly understood what her best friend meant. She glanced at her with a stern face and didn't reply.

Sawamura Sayuri covered her mouth and chuckled.

She had never actually used that thing before; she used to use Purple Mood.

It's just that she encountered someone with fierce firepower, so now she doesn't even use the purple mood anymore; it's basically just gathering dust in her drawer.

She gave the "rocket model" to Mrs. Yukinoshita partly because she found it fun, and partly because she had a slightly wicked sense of humor. On the other hand, it was also the first time she had ever seen this type of intimate toy, so she secretly bought two.

At 10:30 a.m., Makoto Fushimi went out to buy groceries alone.

He prepared a lavish lunch as a way of thanking the two beautiful women for covering all the expenses of the trip.

"So this is the peanut you were talking about earlier, Yukinoshita? How interesting, it even tastes like alcohol, and it's delicious."

When Sayuri Sawamura first tasted Makoto Fushimi's peanut brittle, she almost immediately fell in love with it.

"Eat less. This stuff is delicious, but you'll get drunk if you eat too much," Mrs. Yukinoshita reminded her.

"Huh? You can get drunk?" Sawamura Sayuri was stunned.

Hiratsuka Shizuka and Matsukaze Mayu were also completely bewildered.

In their impression, Mrs. Yukinoshita was not a person who liked to joke, but the problem was, how could a mere peanut with a slight alcohol taste possibly make someone drunk?

"So this stuff can actually make people drunk?" Eriri popped two more into her mouth, her eyes crinkling with delight at the delicious taste.

"Yukinoshita, you're joking, right?" Sayuri Sawamura said, disbelieving.

Mrs. Yukinoshita glanced at Makoto Fushimi, who was eating with his head down: "My daughter, Haruno, once got drunk at Makoto's house because she ate too much."

Sawamura Sayuri and the others were even more confused.

With a defiant attitude, Hiratsuka Shizuka and Sawamura Sayuri began to experiment with peanuts more often.

Matsukaze Mayu knew she had a low alcohol tolerance, so she didn't eat much.

After lunch, both Sayuri Sawamura and Shizuka Hiratsuka had lovely blushes on their faces, and their eyes were somewhat glazed over.

"It tastes really good." Hiratsuka Shizuka chuckled, her unusually innocent smile clearly indicating that she was under the influence of alcohol.

"Yes, it's delicious." Sawamura Sayuri cupped her burning face, looking incredibly cute like a young girl.

Fushimi Makoto saw all of this, and before they caused him any trouble, he tidied up the table, got up, and left.

Matsukaze Mayu was a virtuous woman. Seeing Fushimi Makoto tidying up by himself, she couldn't sit still and joined in to help.

Mrs. Yukinoshita watched the two figures, her eyes flickering for a moment, but in the end she did not call out to them.

Since Sayuri Sawamura and the others were all caught up in their own fantasies, their afternoon shopping plans were naturally cancelled.

Makoto Fushimi was in charge of guiding Eriri's studies, while Mayu Matsukaze watched quietly from the side, a sweet smile on her face.

Everything seems wonderful.

The premise is to ignore Mrs. Yukinoshita's gaze from the side.

Although she tried to hide and conceal her actions, with Fushimi Makoto's current perception abilities, no matter what small moves she made, he couldn't hide them from him.

In the half hour he spent tutoring Eriri, he discovered that the beautiful woman had already looked at Matsukaze Mayu six times.

If nothing unexpected happens, she should really want to find out the truth about that matter, but because Eriri, a junior, is still around, she just can't bring herself to ask.

As evening fell, and with Sayuri Sawamura and Shizuka Hiratsuka waking up, everyone took their clothes and went to soak in the hot spring.

Fushimi Makoto naturally has his own separate pool.

While enjoying the comfort of the steaming hot spring pool, he picked up his phone and chatted online with Utaha and Nakano Ichika.

Utaha was mainly reporting on the script's progress to him, while Nakano Ichika was complaining about how tiring the promotional work for the movie was.

It's worth mentioning that when Utaha was talking to Makoto Fushimi about Nino Nakano, she sent him messages much more frequently.

The three of them teamed up again by chance last time.

Furthermore, because both Nino Nakano and Utaha have "activated their Sage Mode," the two have also started to compete in honing their oratory skills.

In the end, Nino Nakano, who had more sneaky runs, won.

She even learned to drink a sip of chilled juice before practicing.

Her smug and provocative gaze made Shi Yu laugh in exasperation.

After Fushimi Makoto finished soaking in the hot spring and returned to his room, he had just arrived in the living room and hadn't even had a chance to sit down when the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open, and a graceful and sexy figure walked out.

"You finished soaking so quickly too?" Fushimi Makoto was somewhat surprised.

"I ran into an acquaintance outside and chatted with her for a while. Now I'm getting ready to go to the hot spring." Mrs. Yukinoshita walked over carrying a towel and a yukata.

Fushimi Makoto nodded, asking casually, "You won't be wearing black stockings tonight, will you?"

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask," she said coldly.

This means: Just look with your eyes, don't talk with your mouth.

But Makoto Fushimi is not the kind of person who would be intimidated into silence.

He sat down against the kotatsu, muttering regretfully, "It would be such a shame if we couldn't see such a beautiful view anymore."

Mrs. Yukinoshita didn't bother to reply. She went back to her room, messed up her hair that was tied up, and then combed it neatly.

She also grew long, straight black hair.

Just then, she heard a soft thud from the side. She instinctively turned her head and saw a flashlight fall out of the side pocket of Fushimi Makoto's luggage.

"Why did he bring this with him? Is he planning to go on an adventure at night?"

Mrs. Yukinoshita walked over, picked up the flashlight, and then dismissed her guess.

She felt that Makoto Fushimi definitely had no interest in going out for nighttime adventures.

But if you're just going out to soak in a hot spring, there's no reason why you need a flashlight.

She also knew that Fushimi Makoto was a thoughtful person, and if he had brought something with him beforehand, it must be useful.

and so……

"Could it be that he wants to make it easier to visit neighbors late at night?"

It's no wonder that Mrs. Yukinoshita would overthink things, because Makoto Fushimi has a "previous record" in this regard.

She immediately grabbed a flashlight and went to the door, calling out, "Acheng, come here for a second."

"What's wrong?" Fushimi Makoto lazily crawled out of the kotatsu.

Although his body was no longer afraid of the cold, the kotatsu was a magical thing; once he sat down next to it, he seemed never to want to get up again.

As soon as Fushimi Makoto stood up, he immediately noticed the flashlight that Mrs. Yukinoshita was holding.

He couldn't help but be a little surprised: "What's this?"

Keep in mind that he hadn't even explained the purpose of the flashlight to the other party yet.

This was also part of his plan to distract the two aunts. He originally intended to take it out when everyone gathered together in the evening, which would alleviate Hiratsuka Shizuka and Matsukaze Mayu's worries.

"This flashlight just fell out of your bag. I'm a little curious, why do you carry this?" Mrs. Yukinoshita said, her slender fingers unconsciously pressing the switch.

The flashlight beam immediately shone on Fushimi Makoto.

Given his reaction speed, he could have easily dodged it.

But the instant the flashlight came on, he suddenly realized that this was also a good way to distract himself.

So he stood still.

The next moment, he shrank continuously under Mrs. Yukinoshita's shocked gaze.

Only when his body transformed into that of a primary school student did he move away from the flashlight beam's range.

"Bah."

Mrs. Yukinoshita dropped the towel and yukata in her hands to the ground. Her delicate red lips trembled a few times, but in the end, she was too shocked to utter a sound.

Fushimi Makoto calmly said, "This is what I said during the day: I have something even more powerful than the bamboo dragonfly."

"you……"