My love index is at its maximum.

Kuriyama Sakura shrugged slightly, neither confirming nor denying.

"Even the way she holds the pen is breathtakingly beautiful."

She shrugged.

“Lifelike and full of vitality, if this continues, I think Kuriyama will definitely become an outstanding painter.”

She just shrugged.

Tsukasa Tazaki had no choice but to shut up and watch her paint quietly.

With swift and precise strokes of the pen, a pristine sheet of paper was transformed in a short time into a lifelike form and color. Unlike his skill, which relied on cheating through the system, Kuriyama Sakura displayed a pure and innate talent.

It is truly admirable and astonishing.

After watching for a while, Tsukasa Tazaki suddenly asked her, "Why did you come to participate in this training camp?"

"Ms. Shimamoto asked me to help her organize the accounts."

"This doesn't seem like something you would be interested in."

"indeed."

Kuriyama Sakura stared at the easel with her clear eyes, her lovely face showing a thoughtful expression. After a while, she changed the subject and asked, "And what about you? Why did you suddenly change your mind?"

"Didn't you already guess?"

"You're getting more and more boring." Kuriyama Sakura sneered, her eyes growing increasingly cold.

“Mediocrity is like a stain on a white shirt, but I still want to explain…” Tsukasa Tazaki put his hands in his pockets and looked at the hazy outline of Enoshima in the distance: “Besides Shimamoto-sensei’s request, I also wanted to come myself.”

"I have no interest in your excuses."

Kuriyama Sakura waved her hand dismissively, as if shooing away flies, and turned to look out over the Shonan Sea. Although the horizon was not clearly visible, small waves could be faintly seen, shimmering dazzlingly in the sunlight.

Her beautiful face remained indifferent to him, as if she didn't want to speak anymore.

Tsukasa Tazaki muttered under her breath, "She was just pretending to be asleep and leaning on my shoulder..."

"What did you say?!" Kuriyama Sakura, her face instantly turning red with anger, turned around and glared at him. Her murderous gaze was like that of a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, both fierce and cute.

"Ah... I said it's lunchtime." Tsukasa Tazaki quickly raised his hand to check his watch. "Would you like to have lunch with me, Minister?"

"Don't go!"

"Let's go together. Mr. Shimamoto said the food here is pretty good."

Kuriyama Sakura rubbed her forehead, her gaze extremely cold: "Don't you understand Japanese?"

“I’m shy around strangers…” Tsukasa Tazaki shrugged, “I can’t eat if I’m in an unfamiliar environment and no one is with me.”

"..."

Kuriyama Sakura chuckled, but quickly suppressed her laughter, reverting to her icy demeanor.

Seeing her smile, even if it was only for a moment, Tsukasa Tazaki knew he had succeeded. Although Sakura Kuriyama also had a tsundere side, she wasn't like Yui Kurigawa, who was hopelessly tsundere. As long as she could touch the club president's G-spot, she would easily soften up.

Tazaki Tsukasa tilted his head slightly, a smile playing on his lips: "Minister, I don't know if you've ever felt this way, but as long as the two of us are together, we can completely relax. All those annoying and tedious studies, all those trivial things that we can't figure out, all those strange people, we can forget about them all."

Kuriyama Sakura stared intently at his profile, pondering whether this was indeed the case.

Come to think of it, he does seem to possess that kind of temperament. He often says things that don't have a very serious meaning, and sometimes he might just hum in response or pretend not to hear. But whenever you listen closely, it's as if you're gazing at the drifting clouds in the distant sky, and there's a sense of leisurely warmth about him.

They never lacked topics to discuss, from personal matters to social issues, they could talk freely. Of course, he might not listen at all or just give perfunctory replies, but neither of them cared; what they wanted was a certain tacit understanding.

During the silent moment, a school staff member expressionlessly mowed the lawn in front of the two people with a lawnmower. Two yellow-furred kittens snuggled together, sunbathing and grooming each other.

“I have a question…” Kuriyama Sakura hesitated for a moment, then snorted slightly as if she was having second thoughts.

"Ask me anything, and I'll answer it."

"Really?"

“Really,” Tsukasa Tazaki assured him. “I told you I wouldn’t lie to you.”

Kuriyama Sakura stared at his face for a while, then put her hands into the pockets of her short skirt and looked down at her feet, as if to check if her black high heels were dirty.

“The shoes are beautiful,” Tsukasa Tazaki said, looking at her feet. “I really like these high heels that cover the instep.”

Kuriyama Sakura raised her face and smiled sweetly.

Five fleeting smiles.

Then she cleared her throat and asked seriously, "Are you not lying to me to win my favor so I won't complain about you to Hanami-nee anymore?"

“I never thought of such a thing.” Tsukasa Tazaki shook his head, looking directly into her eyes as if to show his sincerity: “That night at the Ninomiya house, you said that when you were ten years old you wanted to be a person who didn’t lie, but you failed quickly. I don’t know what your intention was in making that wish, and I don’t have the ability to help you fulfill it. But what I can do is to be an honest person in front of you.”

The sea breeze blew in from the foot of the mountain, filling the air with a faint scent of the sea.

Kuriyama Sakura's lips trembled slightly, then she said indifferently, "Ridiculous!"

“Yes,” Tsukasa Tazaki admitted.

Kuriyama Sakura frowned: "Idiot!"

"If you're going to insult my intelligence, then I can't tolerate it..."

"You're such an idiot..." Kuriyama Sakura said condescendingly, gritting her little tiger teeth, "I'm the club president, what I say goes, and you're not allowed to argue with me!"

After saying that, she turned around and walked towards the cafeteria without looking back, her hands empty and her steps light.

Watching her figure disappear around the corner of the corridor, Tsukasa Tazaki picked up the sketchbook left behind by the department head, tucked it under his shoulder, and went into the house while whistling softly.

"Om~"

I received two private messages on my phone from a group chat.

[Kuriyama: I'm coming to your room tonight to explain things to you properly!]

[Qichuan: I'll come to your room tonight; there's something I want to confirm.]

Tsukasa Tazaki's lips twitched slightly.

This is a very bad omen!

It seems like today is not a good day for heart-to-heart talks; there might be some bloodshed involved.

Carrying my drawing board, I arrived at the cafeteria, where many students from the Kendo club had already started eating.

Tsukasa Tazaki ordered a salad and roast beef.

The beef was grilled perfectly, cooked to just the right temperature, and looked as beautiful as a food photo.

Shiori Ninomiya ordered tonkatsu (fried pork cutlet) and salad, and sat down next to him, eating with great interest. Her eating style seemed rather unrefined, not rude, but if she were in a class on aristocratic banquet etiquette, she would probably get a zero. But eating with her was very pleasant, and even ordinary food tasted delicious.

This is called charisma, or you could say it's an innate charm that you can't learn immediately.

After lunch, the kendo students continued their training.

Kuriyama Sakura continued drawing. She seemed to really enjoy drawing, and could spend an entire afternoon drawing on the empty sea.

At 1 p.m., Tsukasa Tazaki sneaked into Kana Shimamoto's room.

This room is much bigger than his, with bookshelves, cabinets, and tools for boiling water, making tea, and coffee. There are even three beds on the floor.

Kana Shimamoto stood by the window, gazing outside. One hand rested on the windowsill, presumably lost in thought, while the other hand seemed to be unconsciously fiddling with the buttons on her collar. On the desk lay neatly sharpened pencils and an open work log.

Tsukasa Tazaki walked in, and the sound of her footsteps made her suddenly turn her head to look at her, as if she had just come back to her senses.

Today, the married teacher was wearing a light green short-sleeved shirt with a delicate texture, a yellow tight skirt, and her long braided hair was elegantly pinned up at the back of her head. Her appearance once again reminded him of a beautiful and charming Ragdoll cat.

Tsukasa Tazaki came to her side: "I'm starting to like this place."

"You mean Kamakura?" Shimamoto Kana sat in a swivel chair, her slender fingers interlaced like beautiful glasswork.

"It refers to a place where there are teachers."

"I really don't know what to say about you..."

Tazaki Tsukasa sat at his desk: "Who can blame me for liking such a gentle and intellectual older sister?"

“It’s a headache. How did I end up with a student like you…” Shimamoto Kana stared at her hands on the table with a very objective look. Then, she looked up at Tazaki Tsukasa’s face and smiled slightly: “Boys your age tend to have unrealistic ideas when it comes to dating. It’s really quite a headache.”

"Doesn't Shimamoto-neechan welcome me?" Tazaki Tsukasa asked rhetorically.

"No, no..." Shimamoto Kana shrugged slightly, a pitiful smile on her face: "I wouldn't dare to object to when Tazaki-san comes or not come, I wouldn't dare to mind, and I wouldn't dare to have any concerns."

"That's like saying the US military is abducting women."

"Isn't that right?" Shimamoto Kana glanced at him irritably, emphasizing each word: "Tazaki-kun!"

"In that case, I will do as the teacher says."

"Hey, what are you doing?!"

As Shimamoto Kana was led to her feet, before she could even react, a pair of strong hands wrapped around her waist.

I nudged him a few times, but he didn't budge.

There was nothing she could do... Shimamoto Kana had no choice but to obediently rest her shoulders on his chest like a puppy, wrap her arms around his waist, and enjoy the caresses. In a state of satisfaction and peace, she slowly closed her eyes.

A sea breeze blew in through the open window, lifting the pages of the laptop on the desk. Occasionally, the whirring of a lawnmower could be heard, along with the soft tinkling of wind chimes on the eaves and the chirping of birds.

"Your body feels so warm..." Tazaki Tsukasa felt the soft touch of her body with both hands and asked in a low voice, "Did you use your skincare products?"

"Not yet." Shimamoto Kana pouted and muttered softly, "What if it works? Wouldn't you be driving me to the brink of despair? So I've decided to delay it as long as possible, until you lose interest in old ladies before I use it."

She looks so adorable, like a little angel, with her sexy, full lips that look incredibly delicious, almost like freshly made pudding.

Tsukasa Tazaki lowered his head and kissed Kana Shimamoto's lips.

Warm and sweet, with tightly closed lips.

Kana Shimamoto didn't want to give in to him so quickly, so she gritted her teeth and refused to let him succeed.

It's alright, Tsukasa Tazaki still has his hands.

When Kana Shimamoto wears her uniform, her figure looks slender and alluring. But when you actually touch her, you'll find she's very fleshy, with a very full bust and hips, warm and cozy like a fireplace in winter.

"Hmm, Tazaki!"

Kana Shimamoto pressed her back against the windowsill, trying to escape, but her lips were stuck to hers.

After kissing for a while, she shyly tried to turn her face away, but Tsukasa Tazaki lifted her up forcefully, forcing her to stand on tiptoe. Her mind went blank for a moment, her jaw broke, and Tsukasa Tazaki broke through her defenses.

Her mature and voluptuous body suddenly lost its strength.

After Tazaki Tsukasa teased her several times, she closed her eyes and trembled as they intertwined.