My love index is at its maximum.

As she spoke, she pulled Tsukasa Tazaki along and walked towards the next room. The sound of her high heels clicking on the wooden floor was very pleasant.

The room was the suite she used for her afternoon nap.

There is a single bed, a reading lamp and an alarm clock on the bedside table, and a table lamp on the desk. The single bed is a small white wooden bed in the Nordic style, just like when I first came in, with a large Brown Bear plush toy on it.

Kana Shimamoto took off her high heels, and then the two lay down on the bed.

The small single bed, unable to bear the weight, creaked and groaned.

Early autumn sunlight streamed through the gaps in the blinds, and the chirping of birds echoed from the courtyard.

"Rest here." Shimamoto Kana knelt on the pristine white sheets and patted her knees. Her black pencil skirt clung tightly to her plump buttocks, and the delicate texture of her skin was faintly visible beneath her sheer flesh-colored stockings.

"Thank you for the lap pillow, madam." Tsukasa Tazaki rested his head on her lap and closed his eyes contentedly.

Kana Shimamoto rolled up her shirt sleeves to her elbows, took off her glasses, and gently massaged his temples with her slender, white fingers. Her bangs were rather long, and when she looked down at Tsukasa Tazaki, they would occasionally block her view. Whenever this happened, she would suddenly remember to brush them aside with her hand.

Neither of them spoke during the massage.

Enjoying his wife's gentle caresses, Tsukasa Tazaki's mind wandered.

After the two moved in together, Mrs. Tazaki's greatest charm gradually emerged: she was a woman whose inner and outer self were completely different.

Those who have met her all think she is an elegant, reserved woman with a traditional temperament.

But in reality, this is completely opposite to her private self. On the surface, Mrs. Tazaki is serious, dignified and elegant, but once she enters the world of love, she immediately becomes incredibly affectionate.

Tsukasa Tazaki is very qualified to speak on this point.

At night, Mrs. Tazaki would often walk around the house in her underwear without any restraint. She didn't care that their bedrooms were separate; whenever she wanted in the middle of the night, she would come directly to Tazaki's room, crawl into bed, and reach out to hug him like a kitten, begging for tenderness.

After the massage, Tsukasa Tazaki sat up straight and leaned against her.

She shifted the back of her head down, away from the hard collarbone, and rested it on the very soft chest.

"What's the situation with the Ninomiya family?" he asked.

"Are you here for another girl?" Shimamoto Kana asked with her signature gentle smile and a playful tone. "How about this, I'll sleep here from now on and give the house to them."

"Stop teasing me." Tsukasa Tazaki nudged her with the back of his head.

Having just exerted herself quite a bit, Mrs. Tazaki's body was now warm and cozy, radiating a fragrant warmth like a freshly baked cream cake.

“I don’t know the specifics either.” Shimamoto Kana wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, her eyes filled with pity. “But I can tell you one thing clearly: the school has received her withdrawal application.”

“She didn’t tell me anything.” Tsukasa Tazaki opened his eyes and looked at the sky, which was cut into thin strips by the blinds.

“That child has a very strong personality and never tells others about her difficulties.” Shimamoto Kana pressed her cheek against his forehead. “It’s certain that she has encountered an insurmountable obstacle this time, to the point where she can no longer move forward smoothly. She will come back in the middle of the month to complete the withdrawal procedures, so you must seize this only opportunity.”

“Yes, I will,” Tsukasa Tazaki turned his gaze back to the hazy outline of her underwear beneath her collar. “Mrs. Tazaki is so thoughtful; she can say something like this in such a gentle tone.”

“There’s no other way,” Shimamoto Kana hugged him affectionately. “From his heart to his body, and even his name, everything belongs to Tazaki. Of course, I have to see things from your perspective. If Ninomiya were to get lost like this, you would definitely feel bad, and of course I can’t let that happen.”

“You’ve spoiled me too much,” Tsukasa Tazaki said, reaching out a finger to touch her ear through her hair. “Mrs. Tazaki, you’re 90% responsible for how Tsukasa Tazaki has become this scumbag.”

"Stop trying to pin the blame on me." Shimamoto Kana scoffed, pinching his ear with her fingers. "You need to know when to stop, or I'll be on the same side as Hoshino-sensei."

"Which faction?"

"Of course, I'll use a machete!" Shimamoto Kana, wearing flesh-colored stockings, kicked him directly, pushing him off the bed. "Alright, the teacher needs to take a nap, hurry up and get out."

Tsukasa Tazaki got up and leaned over the bed: "Mrs. Tazaki is becoming more and more charming. I don't want to leave her."

“That’s true.” Shimamoto Kana nodded slightly. “When I walk on the street, men often look at me with lustful eyes. When I walk in parks and other places, people often come up to me and say they want to be friends with me.”

"They're all traitors!" Tsukasa Tazaki laughed and cursed. "But they can only get their hands on it, while I can get my hands on it."

Kana Shimamoto rolled her eyes at him: "I'm your masterpiece, aren't you proud of it?"

"Not proud at all."

"So you're saying you don't care about me getting hit on?"

“You’ve misunderstood,” Tsukasa Tazaki said seriously. “The reason I’m not happy is because I care about this so much that I just want to lock you up and not let anyone else see you.”

A heartwarming smile graced Kana Shimamoto's lips.

What I loved most were his strange and unusual sweet nothings. Unconsciously, these words turned into a spider web, binding me tightly, making it impossible for me to move.

"Smooth-talking!"

With a half-smile, she muttered a curse, then pulled the blanket over herself and slowly drifted into a light sleep.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, her breathing was even, and she was in a hazy sleep... On her sleeping face, two delicate, bud-like lips and a small, exquisite nose stood out vividly. Whether it was her ears, her neck, or her fingers, just looking at any part of her made one's teeth itch; one almost wanted to take a bite...

Tsukasa Tazaki gritted his teeth and gently closed the door.

On his way back to the classroom, he gazed at the gray pigeons on the oak tree outside the corridor and silently pondered the complex interpersonal relationships he was in.

She can play the role of a cold person, preventing anyone who interacts with her from generating much emotion.

That's what we did at the beginning.

The unfortunate thing is that the entanglement with the three high school girls is too deep, and it has become difficult to sever.

We must pay attention to this in the future.

Something like this must never happen again, or it will only get me into deeper trouble.

Chapter 255 A Date with the Minister... I guess it can be called a date?

As October drew to a close, a sudden drop in temperature occurred in Tokyo after an autumn typhoon.

After finishing the midterm exams on the 14th and 15th, it was Saturday again.

At 5:30 a.m., it was still dark outside, and the streetlights were still on.

Tsukasa Tazaki opened his eyes to the sound of his alarm clock.

Today, Kuriyama Sakura invited him to go shopping, so we need to go for our morning run an hour earlier.

I reached for my phone on the bedside table, turned on the screen, and the white light from the display dimly illuminated the room. I squinted instinctively.

[Ninomiya: Ah~ Sorry, I was feeding the ducks by the pond yesterday and I accidentally dropped my phone into the water, that's why I couldn't reply to messages.]

[Ninomiya: Waaaaah~]

[Ninomiya: I'm going back to Tokyo next Saturday, Kiki, have you prepared a present for me yet?]

[Tazaki: Yes, I'll be waiting for you to come back.]

After replying to the message, Tsukasa Tazaki put down his phone, rubbed his eyes, and sat up.

"Ugh~ Don't move." Mrs. Tazaki's voice came from beside her, complaining that her sleep had been disturbed. She was as lazy as a kitten sunbathing.

In the dim light from the window, you could see that only her head was sticking out of the blanket, her messy black hair as black as ink was scattered on the pillow and sheets.

"Madam, get up quickly." Tsukasa Tazaki bent down and kissed her ear, saying, "I'm going for a morning run. I want to eat the breakfast you make when I come back."

"It's cold," Kana Shimamoto said sleepily, her tone still languid. "Let me sleep a little longer. If you're hungry, go buy some..."

"I won't buy it."

As he spoke, Tsukasa Tazaki crawled into the blankets, pressing his body against her warm, smooth skin.

Like a hibernating animal, Shimamoto Kana leaned closer to him, stroked his arms for a while, wrapped her arms around his waist, and then fell asleep contentedly.

Ok.

Since there's no breakfast, we'll just have to fill our stomachs with my wife for now.

Tsukasa Tazaki gently pressed her down beneath him, burying his head under the covers.

"..." Shimamoto Kana frowned slightly, her long eyelashes trembled a few times, and she opened her deep and captivating eyes.

As my vision gradually cleared, I didn't see Tsukasa Tazaki.

But you can clearly know his current location and what he is doing.

"Eat your fill..." Shimamoto Kana closed her eyes contentedly, her fingers gently stroking his hair, her dignified oval face radiating a tender smile that blended happiness and doting affection.

……

After cuddling for a long time, Tsukasa Tazaki finally decided to get out of bed.

While washing up, I peeked out the window. It was a crisp autumn day, and the sky was a clear, deep blue. The changing seasons brought a small problem: as the weather got colder and my wife's health improved, getting up early every day became the biggest challenge.

After changing my clothes and going out, I found that there were very few pedestrians on the streets on a Saturday morning, except for milkmen, newspaper delivery boys, and a few people jogging.

Tazaki stretched and yawned, feeling refreshed.

I ran through narrow residential alleys, with power lines crisscrossing overhead, and a flock of crows flew past the Odakyu Department Store. Above that was a cloudless blue sky, where a few jet planes left frozen white trails as they suddenly flew towards the U.S. military base in Yokohama.

I jogged along the artificial lake in Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden for about an hour, then bought a carton of milk from a vending machine at Sendagaya Gate. Several pigeons flew over to watch me drink the milk, and a cat was squatting on the lawn not far away, washing its face with its front paws.

Back home, Shimamoto Kana went out to buy household supplies, while Tazaki Tsukasa took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and headed to the coffee shop where he had arranged to meet Kuriyama Sakura.

Walking down the street, everyone was already wearing autumn clothes. Many girls were even wearing scarves, I don't know if it was to look cute or if they were really cold.

Tazaki Tsukasa suspected it was the former, since the daytime temperature was still around 20°C.

The date location is Takashimaya Department Store. Take the subway to Nihonbashi Station, follow the red circle arrow with the character "高" (taka) on it, and you will soon arrive at a huge building.

At first glance, the building appears to be Western-style, but upon closer inspection, one can see that the gray marble columns are inlaid with wooden doors and windows in the traditional Eastern style. This mix-and-match style perfectly creates a unique and luxurious atmosphere of the old era.

According to the sign at the entrance, the shopping mall was built in 1933 (Showa 8), and the interior and exterior decorations still retain their original appearance.

The store sells only exquisite and beautiful high-end goods, and most of the customers are older, so they try to dress in a way that matches the quality of the goods.

The elevator attendants, dressed in uniforms, kept repeating standard phrases like "Welcome," "Which floor are you going to?" and "Thank you for your patronage," while maintaining a professional smile on their faces.

One point worth emphasizing is that the elevator attendants all have very beautiful legs.

Because of this, Tsukasa Tazaki decided to come here often in the future.

"Hello, which floor?" The elevator operator smiled demurely, looking at the passenger who had just arrived. Then, she paused, involuntarily staring into his eyes.

"Trouble on the twelfth floor."

"Ah, okay." The elevator operator snapped out of her daze, quickly pressed the button to open the elevator door, and gave him a gentle smile.

On the twelfth-floor observation deck, at the open-air café, Sakura Kuriyama sat at the edge of a table, a book in her hand, bathed in the morning light and fresh air. From behind her, one could admire the towering Tokyo Skytree.

Tsukasa Tazaki slowed his pace, observing the minister as he walked.

She looked natural and elegant as she read with complete focus.