In the time loop, I do whatever I want

Mrs. Yukinoshita silently swayed her hips as she walked over and locked the door from the inside.

She didn't come back to sit down, but stood there leaning against the door, exuding a powerful queen-like aura: "You may begin."

Makoto Fushimi nodded: "Aunt Sayuri, please sit down."

"Call me 'sister'!"

Sawamura Sayuri gave him a reproachful look, then obediently sat down.

Fushimi Makoto: "To be honest, this is also my first time trying God's Hand at this time, so I may be a little rusty. Please don't worry if I'm not skilled enough."

"Is this a disclaimer?" Sayuri Sawamura looked at her best friend, blinking her eyes.

That little expression was really cute.

"Rather than a disclaimer, it's more like he's giving you a serious introduction." Mrs. Yukinoshita, who prefers to focus on the key points, looked thoughtful. "Is this your first time? This is quite a good opportunity to observe."

When Makoto Fushimi sat down in front of Sayuri Sawamura, the two ladies in the room instantly focused their attention, not wanting to miss a single second of the scene.

Then, they saw Fushimi Makoto grab Sawamura Sayuri's skirt.

Sawamura Sayuri herself did not react to this.

Since Makoto Fushimi has stated that this is his first demonstration and has even issued a disclaimer, the chances of failure are likely quite high.

It doesn't seem like a big deal.

She thought about it in a relaxed manner.

But what happened next completely overturned her inner thoughts.

The claim that they weren't skilled enough during their first demonstration is a complete lie!

She barely lasted five minutes against the so-called "hand of God" before collapsing.

During this time, she covered her mouth with her hand, trying her best not to make any embarrassing noises.

As soon as Fushimi Makoto withdrew his hand, she blushed and lay half-reclined on the chair, her eyes glazed over.

"...You little rascal, you're lying!" she said weakly.

Fushimi Makoto pulled out a few tissues to wipe his hands: "Just tell me if it works or not?"

Sawamura Sayuri closed her eyes and remained silent.

She is enjoying it.

So Fushimi Makoto turned his head to look in the other direction.

Mrs. Yukinoshita's eyes met his, and her heart inexplicably began to pound violently.

She coughed lightly and said, "I'd like to try it later."

"I'm going to sleep soon, and who knows when I'll be able to go to sleep again." Fushimi Makoto started playing tricks.

Mrs. Yukinoshita glared at him, knowing full well that he was saying it on purpose, but she really didn't want to wait any longer.

The room was quiet for a while, then she suddenly raised her hand and let go of her hair. Her jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, falling behind her snow-white neck.

"Not bad," Fushimi Makoto remarked with a small compliment.

……

the other side.

Eriri trained diligently in her room for a while before realizing she had forgotten something.

"It's all his fault. If he hadn't deliberately lied to me, I wouldn't have forgotten."

The girl muttered something awkwardly to herself, trying to excuse herself.

She wanted to go out and find Fushimi Makoto; as long as he stopped teasing her, she was willing to bring him in.

"But, wouldn't going like this make my intentions too obvious? Wouldn't it make me look bad?"

Eriri became conflicted again.

She continued exercising absentmindedly while struggling with this dilemma.

She didn't finish exercising until her clothes were soaked with sweat and her hair was completely wet, and then she opened the wardrobe.

Her gaze immediately fell on her favorite pajamas.

But a second later, she looked away and reached for a slip dress that she rarely wore.

"Nightgowns are more comfortable to wear," she was making excuses for herself.

Before leaving the house, she took a deep breath to make sure her expression was normal before she finally decided to open the door.

To her surprise, although the lights were still on in the living room and there was tea on the table, there was not a single person in sight.

"Are they going out shopping behind my back?"

Eriri pouted and grumbled for a while.

All my mental preparation was for nothing!

But when she arrived at the bathroom and opened the door, she saw Makoto Fushimi standing in front of the sink, with the sound of running water; he was clearly washing his hands.

"Huh?" Eriri was stunned.

So he didn't abandon me after all!

"Are you done exercising?" Fushimi Makoto turned around, his expression as usual.

"Um, I'm done exercising. I'm going to take a shower now..." Eriri's eyes darted around shyly.

Why isn't he leaving yet?

I already said I wanted to take a shower, does he want to shower with me?

No!

Absolutely not!

The girl became shy to herself.

Fushimi Makoto seemed oblivious as he walked over and opened the bathroom stall door for her: "Do you need me to turn on the water for you?"

Eriri: "Huh?"

Could it be that he really wants to shower with me?

"It seems we don't need it, so I'll head out now." Fushimi Makoto said and left.

"Wait!" Eriri called out instinctively.

Makoto Fushimi stopped and looked at her.

Eriri hurriedly looked away: "It's nothing, you can go out now."

"it is good."

As Fushimi Makoto left, Eriri closed the door. Whether she was angry with herself or embarrassed, she pounded her little fists on her nightgown.

Fushimi Makoto heard the commotion inside, and that's when he finally laughed.

Of course, he never considered showering with Eriri; with the shamelessness of a loser like him, she would never agree.

Especially since she had just finished exercising and was covered in sweat, which is the most disheveled time for a girl.

Fushimi Makoto asked that question simply to cover up his own actions.

A famous magician once said: When you don't want people to see something, you have to bring out something else to attract their attention.

As for the master bedroom, it was already completely quiet at this moment.

The Hand of God is so useful, you know?

Fushimi Makoto wiped his hands clean, recalling how they had looked so limp and dazed, with alluring and dreamy eyes.

That was truly amazing.

The only downside is that it's too early now, and I need to control my emotions.

"Take your time, everything will be alright." Fushimi Makoto remained patient.

Just then, the bathroom door opened, and Eriri's rosy face peeked out. She said shyly, "Fushimi, you, you come here for a moment."

Ok?

Fushimi Makoto was taken aback.

Is she going to take a direct approach?

Fushimi Makoto walked over with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. When they were less than half a meter apart, Eriri became even more shy, lowering her head and remaining silent.

Could it be that the Loser Immortal really has a direct attack?

Makoto Fushimi's anticipation was piqued.

Then, he saw Eriri shyly whisper, "You're not allowed to peek."

Makoto Fushimi: "..."

"Say something! Why don't you say anything... Wait, how did you get in here?"

Under Eriri's embarrassed and anxious gaze, Fushimi Makoto pushed open the door and entered.

been played!

Then I'll switch to playing a straight shot.

Makoto Fushimi wrapped his arms around the girl's soft waist and, under her panicked and embarrassed gaze, asked in a low voice, "Do you really like reverse thrusting, Eriri-san?"

Chapter 426 The First Direct Attack

"Are you feeling any better now?"

"Hmm... much better."

"Although your physical strength is far beyond that of ordinary people, if you don't know how to balance work and rest and like to draw or do exercises in that strange sitting posture, your body will always feel tired."

"I know... Um, could you please stop staring at me like that?"

How can I know what's wrong with your body if I don't look at it?

"Pervert, lewd, bastard!"

"Eri, your attack power needs to be improved. I suggest you learn more from Yukino."

"What a pervert!"

In the bathroom, Eriri's fair face was already flushed, spreading from her little ears to her entire cute face, and even her tender neck was tinged with a blush that gave her an unprecedented beauty.

She was sitting in the warm bathtub, with Makoto Fushimi sitting on a small stool behind her.

Although the other person did not take off her clothes, the sight of her hunching over in the bathtub while taking a bath as a girl would inevitably feel ambiguous no matter how you look at it.

"I should have been more firm just now..."

Eriri blushed as she thought about it.

She felt inexplicably angry when she heard Fushimi Makoto say, "Do you really like sprinting in the opposite direction?"

Then she thought of Yukino, Utaha, and Nakano Ichika.

These three people almost never hid their affection for Fushimi Makoto, and their conversations were always straightforward, whether they were arguing or chatting.

In that instant, Eriri understood why Makoto Fushimi had said those words.

Because that's exactly how she is.

When the other person wanted to eat my ice cream, I was willing, but I subconsciously refused because I was shy.

Rejection is followed by endless regret.

"If Kasumi and Ichika can be so bold, why can't I, Sawamura Eriri? I'm not going to go against the grain... no, I would never do that!"

As for why she didn't mention Yukino, it's because Yukino had helped her a lot, and she was too embarrassed to talk about others behind their backs.

Utaha and Nakano Ichika are different. The former is Kasumi, who often argues with her, while the latter always puts on a friendly attitude whenever she sees Fushimi Makoto, and keeps calling him "Makoto".

To be honest, Eriri felt extremely uncomfortable every time she saw such a scene, and wished she could switch places with Ichika Nakano.

After a period of internal struggle, Eriri finally made up her mind, mustered her courage, and made up an excuse to ask Makoto Fushimi to check her body, because she had indeed been feeling a bit tired in her neck joints lately.

That's why we have the ambiguous scene in the bathroom now.