In this crossover anime, I've been bound to two systems.

Suzumiya Chisato remained silent. He grasped Kasumigaoka Utaha's hand, then awkwardly looked away.

"Doesn't the thing that fell on your sofa last time prove anything?"

"Well……"

Kasumigaoka Utaha hadn't expected him to say something like that.

Her cheeks flushed instantly, and her whole body quickly regained its radiance.

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Chapter 112 Treat Yourself Well

"I... I still don't believe it."

Kasumigaoka Utaha's words were fragmented, like a soft feather gently brushing against Suzumiya Senri's chest, making him feel an unbearable itch.

"Then that should prove it, right?"

Suzumiya Chisato stretched out her hands, first touching her palms with her fingertips. After realizing that she did not resist or try to escape, she reached out in one go, clasping her hands tightly together with her fingers interlocked, palms pressed together without leaving any gaps.

“In the dream, I remembered Eriri more, and I guess that’s probably why you had that illusion.”

"it is true?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha's breathing quickened considerably; the boy's palm was much warmer than hers, causing her heart to pound violently.

"kindness."

"From now on, you must treat me the same way you treated her. I will not be angry with anything you do."

"kindness."

"Promise me."

"I promise you."

Kasumigaoka Utaha was completely satisfied. Her previous worries and dissatisfaction vanished silently as a wisp of smoke because of the boy's verbal promise.

She remembered something, and although she was reluctant, she still took the initiative to let go of their tightly clasped hands.

"Do you remember what I said to you when you were leaving my house?"

A blank look appeared on Suzumiya Senri's face. He frowned and thought for a moment, then his expression became strange.

"It seems you've remembered."

Kasumigaoka Utaha placed her hands behind her back to turn herself around.

Slender, beautiful feet, encased in black stockings, rested on Suzumiya Chisato's thigh, her toes twitching playfully.

"I just woke up and I'm exhausted, so please help me take this off."

"Gulu..."

The dazed Suzumiya Chisato allowed the slightly shy Kasumigaoka Utaha to grasp his wrist and guide him to place his hand on her thigh.

"Because it's pantyhose, you have to get to the top first, put your hands on your waist, start from behind me, and then slowly apply pressure from both sides..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha struggled to control the stimulation from the boy's burning hands, guiding him with words to complete his next action.

"But you'd better hurry, Eriri should be out soon..."

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Eriri Sawamura, her face flushed, spent two minutes in the bathroom calming herself down. After seeing that her face wasn't so red in the mirror, she took a deep breath and returned to the living room.

However, when she returned to the living room and saw that Kasumigaoka Utaha had already woken up, she was stunned.

When Suzumiya Chisato and Kasumigaoka Utaha turned their gazes toward her, they showed similar reactions.

"It's getting late, we should probably head back now, so as not to disturb Qianli's rest."

"That's right."

Eriri Sawamura broke the silence with her words, which were echoed by Utaha Kasumigaoka, and the two reached a consensus at that moment.

Suzumiya Chisato escorted them to the street, watched them get into a taxi, and then turned and went home.

He first went into the bathroom.

On the washstand, there was a pair of neatly folded black stockings.

He took it in his hand, then went to the bedside and lifted the pillow. Underneath it were the pantyhose he had just personally taken off Kasumigaoka Utaha's body.

Looking at the two sets of stockings in his hands, which still seemed to retain the girl's scent and warmth, he fell silent.

The socks that a beautiful girl takes off—once you see them, you want to see them a second time; once you see them a second time, all sorts of strange and exciting thoughts begin to arise.

Suzumiya Chisato is a normal man, but not a gentleman, which is why he wouldn't have the kind of thought where he puts one of a beautiful girl's stockings over his head, then the other, inhaling the scent while fantasizing about the girl's figure and playing video games like a madman.

He can have it anytime, anywhere if he wants.

Suzumiya Chisato carefully put the two sets of stockings into his wardrobe. He had refrained from replaying the CG for many days, but today he couldn't resist any longer and decided to reward himself properly.

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In the taxi, Kasumigaoka Utaha and Sawamura Eriri, who were sitting together in the back, tacitly avoided talking about each other's bare thighs.

In the current situation, hurting others is hurting oneself, and there is no benefit in dying together.

"You should thank me. If it weren't for my last-minute suggestion, you wouldn't have been able to get closer to Qianli beforehand."

Kasumigaoka Utaha was in a good mood, recalling the feeling of Suzumiya Chisato's hands brushing against her thighs, so she took the initiative to start a conversation.

Eriri Sawamura glanced at her, puzzled as to why she was smiling so happily, especially since she had looked so sullen and unhappy halfway through.

"Come on, that's all the reward for my hard work. But this way I can rest assured."

"rest assured?"

"Yes, after this meeting, I'm certain that Qianli likes us."

"What nonsense are you talking about."

"It's not just empty talk. At least this way I can put aside the things I've been worried about."

Are you worried that he doesn't have feelings for you?

"No."

Eriri Sawamura looked at her with a rather strange expression.

"It's the girl we saw together that day, the one next to him. Since he likes us, then that girl must just be a classmate or a senior-junior relationship with him. Hmm! That's great. I've been overthinking things at night lately, and I can finally get a good night's sleep tonight."

"..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha stared blankly at her, motionless.

Come to think of it, there seems to be such a thing.

That time, Eriri and I followed the girl to her doorstep and learned her identity: she was the daughter of that famous musician.

How did you suddenly forget about her existence?

It turns out that the information in the later dream was so overwhelming that she temporarily forgot about it.

"Hey, why did you suddenly stop talking?"

Eriri Sawamura looked at her with displeasure. Kasumigaoka Utaha, after regaining her senses, turned her head to look out the window somewhat awkwardly and responded softly a beat late.

But just like Eriri said, he clearly likes them, so just like she said, it shouldn't matter, right?

"No, that's not it."

Five minutes later, Kasumigaoka Utaha suddenly spoke, startling Sawamura Eriri.

"What?! What's gotten into you all of a sudden?!"

"Don't be careless, you idiot."

"Huh? What are you saying out of the blue?"

"I have a bad feeling about that girl. If we continue to be so carefree, I feel like something bad is going to happen."

Eriri Sawamura finally understood what she was talking about, and her relaxed mood tensed up again.

"...So what do you want to do?"

"I haven't decided yet, but it's never a bad thing to have more contact with Qianli."

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Chapter 113 It Will Be Romantic

This evening.

Touma Kazusa dialed her mother's number after a long time.

After more than two years of cold war with her, this seems to be the first time she has taken the initiative to call her mother.

In the past, the other party would always call first, and she would listen quietly, only answering questions when asked, such as how she was doing lately, how school was going, and how her piano practice was progressing.

The communication between this mother and daughter was so concise that it didn't feel like a bond of kinship, but rather like a routine, perfunctory work report.

So much so that when Touma Yoko, who was far away overseas, saw the caller ID on her phone, she rubbed her eyes in disbelief, as this had never happened before.

Her first thought was that something had happened to her daughter, and that this phone call was from the police or a teacher using her phone.

"Kazusa! It's you!"

Hearing her mother's rapid breathing and trembling voice calling her name on the other end of the phone, Touma Kazusa was momentarily stunned, but she still replied with a calm "Mm".

Hearing her mother exhale a long breath, Touma Kazusa didn't quite understand why her mother reacted that way. Although she was a little concerned, she didn't choose to ask about her doubts.

"That's quite rare. You actually called me on your own initiative. Are you missing your mom?"

Having heard her daughter's voice and confirmed that she hadn't been involved in any accident, Touma Yoko's tone returned to its usual lightness, becoming the calm and collected mother that Touma Kazusa knew.

She ignored her mother's joke and went straight to the point, stating the reason she had called.

"Did you keep any of my childhood belongings and move them here with us?"

"Things from your childhood? What exactly do you mean?"