In the time loop, I do whatever I want

After a while, the two returned to normal, but Sawamura Sayuri shrank herself again.

This time, she narrowed it down to her best friend's state just now.

"Aren't you bored?" Mrs. Yukinoshita sneered.

"It's because I'm bored that I keep myself busy... Hehe, I'm so cute." Sayuri Sawamura is taking pictures of herself again.

Mrs. Yukinoshita moved a little further away, as if she was worried that her best friend's stupidity would be contagious to her.

After playing around for a while, Sayuri Sawamura climbed onto the sofa and sat down contentedly: "By the way, now that he's laid his cards on the table with you, shouldn't we lay our cards on the table too?"

Mrs. Yukinoshita's expression froze for a moment, then returned to normal: "What do you mean by 'revealing'?"

"You know."

No, I don't know.

Do I really have to tell you?

"You said."

"I'm a woman too, how could I possibly talk about something like that?"

"Then shut up."

Their first attempt to confront each other failed.

But they both knew in their hearts that there was only a thin veil separating them.

Sayuri Sawamura glanced at the time: "It's past eleven o'clock, we should rest too."

"Going to bed early and waking up early is good for your skin," Mrs. Yukinoshita agreed.

Sawamura Sayuri asked with a smile, "You really don't plan to confront me?"

"If you're willing to talk, then I'm willing to listen."

"Tsk tsk, not straightforward enough."

After saying that, Sayuri Sawamura jumped off the sofa and walked towards the bedroom, saying, "Whatever you want, I'm willing to accept you anyway, after all..."

She turned around, smiling playfully yet shyly, and said, "We'll be best friends for life."

Mrs. Yukinoshita was so disgusted that she got goosebumps: "It's one thing for you to use the image of a child, but you even pretended to speak to me in a child's voice?"

"Hahaha, you're so cute."

late at night.

Makoto Fushimi has also returned to rest.

He was lying on the sofa, enjoying himself while playing on his phone, when suddenly a sound came from the other side.

Then, Sayuri Sawamura's slender figure came into view.

He was about to speak when he saw the other person raise a delicate white finger and shush him: "Yukinoshita isn't asleep yet."

This statement sounds like a reminder, but it is actually a hint.

Under Fushimi Makoto's astonished gaze, Sawamura Sayuri slowly walked over, blushing and smiling, and said, "I'm going to confront her. You help me."

After a moment, Fushimi Makoto replied, "Okay."

Chapter 411 I've wanted to do this for a long time

The next morning, after dressing properly, Fushimi Makoto quietly left the room.

They were all very tired last night. It's only a little past five o'clock now. If we wake them up, they probably won't have any energy for the whole day.

The morning air was very fresh, but the temperature was low. Fortunately, Fushimi Makoto's body was no longer afraid of the cold. He specially rolled up his sleeves and stood at the entrance of this high-end hot spring hotel to warm up his joints.

This confrontation between Hiratsuka Shizuka and Matsukaze Mayu was actually within his expectations.

But last night's confrontation was completely beyond his expectations.

The sky was just beginning to lighten. If a normal person woke up at this hour, they would most likely choose to stay in bed and play on their phone.

Makoto Fushimi no longer needs much sleep. He thought that instead of lazing around at home, he should go out for a run and exercise so that he could make breakfast when he got back.

Just then, a noise came from behind him, and a middle-aged man with messy hair and dark circles under his eyes came out. Judging from his appearance, he must have not slept all night. Although his eyes showed fatigue, he was still energetic.

Fushimi Makoto tentatively took a deep breath and immediately smelled many different scents.

The smell of cigarettes, the smell of potato chips accidentally left on clothes, and the smell of carbonated drinks.

It seems he played games all night.

Fushimi thought to himself.

"You're out exercising so early?" The other person was surprised to see Fushimi Makoto warming up at the door.

“Yeah, since I can’t sleep anyway, I might as well get up and exercise,” Fushimi Makoto replied with a smile.

"Amazing, you're amazing!" The other person gave a thumbs up.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the man hissed as he hunched his neck and walked away.

Fushimi Makoto glanced in the direction the man had left, guessing that he had probably gone out to find something to eat.

After a five-minute warm-up, Makoto Fushimi put on his Bluetooth headphones and prepared to run.

But just as he turned on the music, a chat window popped up at the top of his phone.

It was a message from Eriri: 【Am I seeing things? I think I see you downstairs at your hotel?】

Makoto Fushimi looked up and, with his keen eyesight, saw Eriri standing on the balcony.

The girl's golden hair was messy, and she was wrapped in a blanket, completely encasing her petite body. Combined with her somewhat languid expression, she looked quite adorable.

Makoto Fushimi: [You read that right, I'm going for a run.]

Eriri: [Turns out my eyes really are fine, but isn't this way too early? It's not even dawn yet.]

Makoto Fushimi: [I'm used to it.]

About ten seconds later, Eriri sent another message: [Wait for me, I'm going to wash my face and brush my teeth, I'll be right down.]

Fushimi Makoto was taken aback.

Has she become this self-disciplined?

That's great.

Soon Eriri came running down dressed. Of course, she couldn't put on makeup so early in the morning, but she was already very beautiful, even without makeup.

Fushimi Makoto looked at Eriri, who had changed into a tracksuit, and chuckled, "Why did you bring a tracksuit with you?"

"I want to improve." Eriri said this with an extremely serious expression.

cute.

Fushimi Makoto thought to himself, but said encouragingly, "Then you should warm up first. I've already planned the running route. Just follow me."

"Ah."

Eriri nodded her little head, loosened her joints, and said with a hint of pride, "I can feel my physical fitness getting better and better. Before, I would be so cold in this season that I didn't want to get out of bed, but now I find that I'm not so cold at all."

"This proves that you have made a lot of progress."

"Really? I do want to keep improving, preferably surpassing Xia Laofei, so she won't keep showing off in front of me every other day."

"What did she brag about to you?"

"What else could it be? It's just showing off her breasts, and..."

Eriri suddenly paused, gave Fushimi Makoto a reproachful look, and muttered, "You should have given me the schedule earlier."

Fushimi Makoto chuckled: "I get it. You must have compared your physical abilities with Shiwa-senpai in private, and you lost miserably."

"No! I was just a little bit short." Eriri retorted, her face flushed, her golden ponytail swaying.

"Cute." This time, Makoto Fushimi said what he really felt.

Eriri froze, her cheeks burning even hotter, and quickly avoided his gaze: "Even if you praise me, it won't help. What you just said has already made me very angry."

"Okay, okay, if you can't run anymore later, I'll carry you."

"Huh? You...you still want to hug me!"

"It seems you really dislike it, then forget it."

"No, I didn't mean it..."

Eriri stomped her feet in embarrassment and anxiety, embodying the image of a tongue-tied and anxious girl next door.

Fushimi Makoto felt very pleased.

After Eriri finished warming up, the two began their morning exercise.

Fushimi Makoto had already planned the route using his senses. Although there weren't many cars on the street at this time, he still chose to deviate from the city center so that the two of them wouldn't be disturbed.

Twenty minutes later, Eriri was covered in sweat, but her breathing remained smooth, and she was still able to keep up with Makoto Fushimi's pace steadily.

"I think I've improved again," she said with delight.

Fushimi Makoto simply smiled and offered no explanation.

Exercise can indeed make people improve, but this improvement is a steady, gradual process.

Eriri, of course, had no idea that the reason she was able to become so powerful in such a short time was actually due to the [Fantasy Badge].

Makoto Fushimi and she didn't have many intimate encounters, but after each time they were intimate, she would often have some thoughts that were inappropriate for children.

If this process is repeated over time, the effect of triggering the [Fantasy Badge] again will be quite extraordinary.

The sounds of insects and birds echoed all around them. Although Eriri felt tired from the exercise, her smile grew wider and wider.

"You like it here?" Fushimi Makoto's breathing remained steady.

"No, it's just... well, how should I put it? I'm kind of enjoying this time when no one is around."

"Indeed, I really like this atmosphere."

"right."

Eriri started to blush as she spoke.

What she really wanted to say was: It's just you and me here, no one bothers us, this is what I like best.

But given her personality, she couldn't bring herself to say those words.

She could never be as straightforward as Yukino, much less as bold as Utaha.

Her greatest skill seems to always be retreating in the face of battle and running in the opposite direction.

An hour later, the two stopped to rest in the woods.

Fushimi Makoto only broke out in a light sweat; his clothes and hair remained dry.

Eriri's hair and underwear were soaked through. She was panting, leaning on her knees, and holding the bottled water that Makoto Fushimi had bought on the way.

"Don't squat down. Just rest like this for a while, then walk around slowly. With your current physical condition, you'll recover quickly," Fushimi Makoto reminded him.

“I know.” Eriri took a deep breath, seemingly not wanting to be looked down upon by him, and tried to lift her chin, glistening sweat sliding down her fair face. “I’ve always been very disciplined, and I know a lot about exercise.”

"Impressive," Fushimi Makoto sincerely praised.

Eriri pouted, still somewhat dissatisfied.

Why did you only praise me once?

You can praise me a few more times.

The girl remembered that Makoto Fushimi always liked to praise Yukino for being cute, even going so far as to say the absurd compliment that she was "the cutest person in the world".

I think I'm pretty cute too, right?

Although I'm not as versatile as Yukino, nor as skilled, I, Eriri, am just as good-looking!

A bunch of random thoughts popped into her little head.

Just then, she heard Fushimi Makoto ask, "Have you ever seen a black bear?"

"what?"

Eriri froze, looking completely bewildered: "You mean in reality? I've never seen that before."

"Then you'll get to see it today." Fushimi Makoto's senses spread out, and a black bear was running towards him.