Death: This Death is a bit unorthodox.

"Xiao Zhen Zhen Zhen..."

Shutara Senjumaru let out a scream, as if he had been electrocuted.

Aozaki Mayuki's fingers gently brushed against Shutara Senjumaru's cheek, bringing a faint warmth that made her tremble and cry out involuntarily.

In an instant, Shutara Senjumaru's mind went blank, and he even forgot to dodge.

Just then, Aozaki Mayuki slowly opened her lips, and the innocent, thousand-year-old older sister quickly closed her eyes...

"Your face is covered in oil. Is my cooking really that delicious, Senju-senpai?"

Aozaki Mayuki looked at her with a slightly teasing smile and gently pinched her cheek.

"You...you little brat, what are you doing?!"

Shutara Senjumaru's face turned bright red.

Her head shook like a rattle-drum, trying to shake off Aozaki Mayuki's hand.

Like the female student who was harassed by a strange old man on the train, she quickly backed away and kept slapping her cheeks.

Her long, jet-black hair swayed from side to side around her face like willow catkins.

Aozaki Mayuki was somewhat confused; his eyebrows were oddly crooked, and he looked puzzled.

Make sense.

I was just wiping your face, was it necessary to react so strongly?

I touched the corner of my mouth last night, how come nothing happened?

Is this woman's brain a single-core processor, and she was too embarrassed to react at the time?

Aozaki Mayuki, whose morals had long since vanished, had no idea that she had done anything wrong.

He even secretly analyzed in his mind why the other party's behavior was different on the two occasions.

Aozaki Mayuki blinked, and after thinking seriously for a second, she suddenly realized something and slapped her hand.

He seemed to have realized something important.

Then, in an apologetic tone, he said:

"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot."

Then, Aozaki Mayuki nodded with an unprecedented seriousness, looking at Senjumaru with the most earnest expression she had ever shown before.

His eyes were full of tenderness and understanding, as if he had seen through everything.

Then, she said softly:

"I'm sorry... I forgot that you haven't been in such close contact with a man for over a thousand years. I'm really embarrassed to touch you so casually."

Upon hearing this, Senjumaru's body trembled slightly, and her eyes instantly lost their luster.

She froze, her whole being seemingly emanating a dark aura.

Time passed by, second by second, feeling as if an eternity had gone by.

Her face gradually lost its color, the light in her eyes gradually dimmed, and eventually her eyes became empty darkness.

These eyes have lost all their luster, as if all life has been drained from them.

Then, she slowly raised her head in a motion as slow as if it were playing in slow motion.

She's like a female ghost from a horror movie.

He tilted his head slightly, placed his hand on Aozaki Mayuki's shoulder, and exhaled a cool breath.

"Xiao Zhenyue~~"

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"It's so chilly... Wearing an apron in this kind of open state is a first for me."

"Your attack method is truly unique; it actually makes me feel inexplicably ashamed."

"So Kiryu, please, could you get me some clothes?"

Aozaki Mayuki said, looking at the gloating purple-haired older sister.

"...I've already apologized! Besides, this is absolutely Xiao Zhenyue's fault. Although I'm apologizing, it's definitely your fault!"

With glistening tears in the corners of her eyes, Senjumaru clung tightly to the sofa cushions, curled up in Kiryu's arms like a wounded little animal.

Her body trembled slightly, and she let out a sob from time to time, as if the whole world was filled only with her sorrowful cries.

However, despite this, she still managed to control her emotions and apologized properly.

This extremely shameful personality trait is probably unmatched by anyone else in the world.

Aozaki Mayuki shrugged helplessly and continued to focus on her work at the stove.

At this moment, he is preparing lunch in the kitchen, his movements skillful and elegant.

He never thought of it.

As a man, I never imagined that I would one day wear such an apron and show such a virtuous side.

Normally, this scene of wearing only an apron to cover one's body is only seen in people like Matsumoto Rangiku.

Perhaps this is what is meant by the wonderful fate between husband and wife.

Aozaki Mayuki couldn't help but think of it.

After suffering an unprecedented and enormous mental blow, Shutara Senjumaru felt extremely ashamed.

At this point, she had entered a state of self-abandonment and no longer cared about her image.

Those teary, red peach blossom eyes carefully hid behind the cushion, secretly observing the expressions of Aozaki Mayuki and Hikifune Kiryu.

It seems I've lost some of my authority as a senior... no, I should say it's completely gone.

This discovery filled Shutara Senjumaru with utter despair, yet at the same time, she felt inexplicably relieved.

She wasn't completely without relationships with men, but she had never experienced such intimate physical contact.

Perhaps the overreaction I had when I was touched was indeed a bit excessive.

But... to say such things to a senior so directly, isn't that going a bit too far?!

Is this still the same junior who used to respect me?! (Aozaki Mayuki: Sorry, never.)

Shutara Senjumaru puffed out his cheeks.

But seriously! Would anyone be so blunt as to say that to my face?!

And what's with that pitying expression just now?!

I'm a strong woman who just doesn't need men, not because I can't find a man I like!

What do Retsu and Kiryu see in him...? He's clearly a rude man with no sense of boundaries.

How awful!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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Chapter 347 The younger generation these days is impolite

"By the way... do you know how to use that?"

Aozaki Mayuki suddenly spoke, pointing to the side.

He was already dressed and preparing the ingredients.

"Huh!?"

Shutara Senjumaru paused for a moment, then responded somewhat flusteredly.

Aozaki Mayuki's sudden words caught her somewhat off guard.

Aozaki Mayuki did not turn around to look at Shutara Senjumaru, but continued to work on her tasks.

As he prepared the ingredients, he asked:

"Do you know how to use an egg beater? It's that thing with a long handle and a wire wrapped around it, like a light bulb."

"I see... I did see Kiryu use it. But I only watched from the sidelines; I haven't actually used it myself..."

Shutara Senjumaru answered somewhat embarrassedly.

"Really? I understand."

Aozaki Mayuki nodded, indicating that she understood the situation.

Then he said:

"Since you're going to make up for that dessert, learn how to use this first. Then lunch will be..."

As she spoke, Aozaki Mayuki began to take out various materials and place them on the table.

Chicken breast, onion, egg, milk, cream, tomato, white wine...

He moved with practiced skill and efficiency, quickly cleaning all the ingredients.

Then fill the pot with water, place it in the pot, put the red fruit in, and simmer it.

Just then, Shutara Senjumaru saw Aozaki Mayuki's profile and had a slight feeling in his heart.

This is completely different from usual!

Shutara Senjumaru looked at Aozaki Mazuki with great seriousness.

The Aozaki Mayuki she saw was completely different from the somewhat frivolous image she remembered.

At this moment, he is completely focused on cooking, his expression one of intense concentration.

This seriousness is not the kind that is rigid and inflexible.

Instead, it naturally exudes a calm temperament, like a still lake.

However, within this tranquility lies a powerful force that captivates all who behold it.

After the lid was closed, the red fruit in the pot gradually shed its skin over time.