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Tsukasa Tazaki pulled her body down with both hands and whispered in her ear, "Big sister, are you calmed down yet?"

"It's not gone!" Hoshino Hanami hesitated for a moment, but still rested her head on his shoulder.

"hiss……"

Tsukasa Tazaki frowned and couldn't help but gasp.

"I'll let you suffer in pain." Hoshino Hana said, though she was still sharp-tongued, she still moved her head to his face.

The two of them touched forehead to forehead.

“Listen.” Hoshino Hanami sighed and said softly, “Even if it was unintentional, I’m still very angry. But it’s very valuable that you’re willing to be honest with me. If it happens again, you can think about where to bury yourself.”

"understand!"

Tsukasa Tazaki excitedly rolled around on the bed with her in his arms.

The two switched positions.

Hoshino Hanami looked up at Tazaki Tsukasa with her delicate, fair face.

Every time she stared into his eyes, she felt as if she were seeing a stream formed by the melting snow of early spring—clear and transparent, yet also carrying a chill of spring, a cold and lonely feeling.

But if you look closely, you'll discover that there's actually a warm current in the stream that belongs only to you.

The more you gaze, the more you are drawn in, as if you were soaking in a hot spring in the middle of a snowy landscape, the warm water soothing your soul.

"The little guy is so cute."

The more I looked at it, the more I liked it, and a smile slowly crept onto my lips.

Hoshino Hanami's soft red lips parted slightly, and she wrapped her arms around Tazaki Tsukasa's neck: "Grandma will be coming tomorrow. I'll tell you how to please her."

"Please speak, elder sister."

Tazaki Tsukasa gazed fondly at her fair and alluring chin, and her small, bright red ears hidden among the gaps in her black hair.

"Grandma is a rather conservative person; she prefers smart, well-behaved boys who excel in their studies. Remember, don't put on a cold, 'everyone owes me thirty million' expression in front of her."

"Then, Father-in-law..."

“That’s right. Grandma has always been very disgusted by Dad’s involvement in the Yakuza. No matter how we tried to persuade her, she refused to move to Tokyo. The reason I became a teacher was because Mom wanted to use the respected profession of teacher to put Grandma at ease and thus give Dad a better attitude.”

"My father-in-law is so pitiful."

"You're so smart, I won't say anything more."

"That's it? Don't you know what Grandma likes to eat, what her usual entertainment is, or what TV shows she likes to watch..."

"Shut up, how much longer are you going to make me wait?"

Hoshino Hanami slowly closed her eyes, her sexy red lips slightly parted, and her moist breath was as alluring as a magnet.

Tazaki gently kissed her lips, and an electric, tingling sensation instantly washed over him.

Immediately afterwards, I received a sweet response from her.

A mutual response is a hundred times happier than one-sided possessiveness!

As Tazaki Tsukasa thought this, he looked up and pulled away from her lips.

"Hanami-san."

"Hmm?" Hoshino Hanami made a satisfied sound. Her warm breath tickled her ear. She squinted and rubbed her nose against Tazaki Tsukasa's cheek. "I love it. I feel like I could be kissed by you like this for the rest of my life."

A few strands of her hair fell lazily across her flushed cheeks, making her alluring. The bright moonlight streamed into the room through the glass window, a subtle peek from the sky.

Tsukasa Tazaki laughed and said, "Being henpecked isn't so bad."

"I'm quite good at disciplining my family."

"Hanami-san, may I stay the night?"

"Ok?"

Tsukasa Tazaki gazed at her beautiful face: "I don't want to go home tonight."

Seeing that Hoshino Hana didn't answer, she half-closed her eyes, wanting to fall asleep in this warm embrace.

But as soon as Tsukasa Tazaki reached for the pale yellow nightgown, she kicked him away.

"You can only think about those things when you're sixteen!"

Hoshino Hanami blinked her beautiful eyes and added with a silly grin, "I will never let you succeed until then."

Tsukasa Tazaki sat on the floor, silently calculating how much time was left.

The final result was that there were 55 days left.

Chapter 140 Buying Gifts, Free Meals, and the Song of the Saury.

On Tuesday, June 15, Tokyo experienced a continuous light rain.

At 3:30 p.m., just as the school bell rang, Tsukasa Tazaki left the school with an umbrella.

Half an hour later, they appeared at the Ginza subway station.

It was raining outside the station, not heavily, enough to completely soak a person in about a minute.

Tsukasa Tazaki opened his transparent umbrella and walked into the streets of Ginza.

Rainwater washed over the streets, leaving everything damp and smelling of rain. The paved sidewalks were slippery, reflecting the streetlights, making the red and green traffic lights particularly noticeable.

There weren't many pedestrians on the street, and the fashionable Tokyo girls walking towards us were mostly dressed in light, thin skirts, off-shoulder tops, or extremely short hot pants.

Walking from Ginza 1-chome to Ginza 5-chome, the vibrancy along the way remains undiminished. No wonder, given that this area is known as "Asia's most expensive place," a symbol of Japan's prosperity, and famous for its high-end shopping malls.

However, Tazaki Tsukasa's destination wasn't one of those brightly lit giant shopping malls, nor was it an expensive and exquisite luxury boutique on the roadside. Instead, it was a specialty store selling pens, ink, and Japanese-style stationery.

The rain intensified, and the leaves on the roadside trees rustled loudly as they were washed away.

As I walked forward, listening to the sound of rain, my trouser legs and shoes got wet.

Stepping through the rain reflecting the neon lights, I arrived at the door of a shop with a sign bearing the Chinese characters for "Kyujudo".

The shop is small, but the interior is elegantly decorated.

Tsukasa Tazaki folded his umbrella and went into the shop. Most of the items displayed on the shelves were handicrafts made of washi paper, such as fans, washi dolls, bookmarks, and so on.

After much deliberation, I bought several calligraphy brushes, a bottle of ink, and some watercolor paints, which cost over 60,000 yen.

I went to the counter to pay.

"Could you please provide me with some materials for making a folding fan?" Tsukasa Tazaki said to the clerk behind the counter. "It's a birthday gift for someone, and I plan to make it myself."

"Okay, please follow me."

Three minutes later, I walked out of the store with the packed items.

The total cost was 10 yen.

This is equivalent to Tsukasa Tazaki's monthly income, but he spends it without even realizing it. Perhaps once people have money, they become less sensitive to these small amounts.

The days of thinking about how much labor time it takes to buy a product, or calculating what percentage of your current savings a purchase will take, are gone forever.

And... it was money given to me by Hoshino Hanami that I spent.

It's kind of funny to think about someone using their daughter's money to buy a birthday present for their father.

As for whether spending a woman's money would make him seem spineless, that was completely outside of Tsukasa Tazaki's considerations.

What's wrong with spending your girlfriend's money?

He's still just a student, so making money isn't his primary task.

Instead of wasting time on other things, focus on doing what you should be doing right now.

As he boarded the subway back to Shinjuku, Tsukasa Tazaki leaned against the door and opened his Italian book from his bag. The book was Dante's poetry collection. Dante is one of the greatest poets in Europe, and together with Petrarch and Boccaccio, he is known as one of the "three giants of the Renaissance."

I kept chewing on those obscure and difficult-to-understand words.

Whenever the train pulls into or leaves the station, during the brief moment when the light and shadow outside the window shift, he would mentally replay Hoshino Hanami's anger and heartwarming smile from yesterday.

Of course, what's even more striking is the surprisingly smooth feel of her feet.

Back in Higashi-Shinjuku, I bought 500 grams of fresh beef and the same amount of clams at a nearby supermarket, planning to make braised beef with onions and clam soup for dinner.

Passing by the vending machine, I hesitated for a moment between the 150 yen matcha and the 120 yen blue Coke can, and finally chose Coke.

Pull it open and take a big gulp.

"Tsk..."

Comfortable.

Back home, I took off my wet tennis shoes.

Tazaki Tsukasa checked the time; it was 5:30 PM. It was almost time, so he went into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

I had just finished washing the rice when a phone call came in.

As soon as the call connected, Kuriyama Sakura blurted out, "Where are you right now?"

Tazaki glanced at the freshly washed rice in the rice cooker: "I'm cooking now, bring it over later."

"Cook?"

"correct."

"Make more, I'm coming to your house now."