My love index is at its maximum.

"Hey, don't pack that set of pajamas in there. I want to wear it next time I come."

"Okay." Tsukasa Tazaki quickly took the pajamas she had just taken off.

Hoshino Hanami picked up the shirt next to her and put it on, saying as she buttoned it, "You've made it all dirty. Remember to wash it for your older sister. If I smell any strange odor next week, I'll take Sakura to the hot spring inn down the mountain for two days and let you go alone."

"No problem!" Tsukasa Tazaki assured him, patting his chest.

After putting on her shirt and then her skirt suit, she sat on a chair and raised her legs: "Help me put on my socks."

Her legs were beautifully shaped, smooth as pottery, with fair and graceful calves that showed off her vitality. Her skin was firm, supple, and warm, and it felt very comfortable to hug.

"okay!"

Tazaki Tsukasa picked up a pair of black over-the-knee stockings, squatted down in front of Hoshino Hanami, and slowly opened the top of the stockings to wrap her smooth, beautiful legs completely inside.

Throughout the entire process, he held his breath and didn't blink once.

Hoshino Hanami looked sweetly at his eyes and brows, then playfully rubbed her toes against his nose a few times.

How do you feel?

Her voice was a little hoarse.

"It smells so good!" Tsukasa Tazaki took a deep sniff.

It's especially refreshing.

"Sister, I will always belong to you."

"I'll always be your older sister, okay—"

After a while, her beautiful feet slipped into a pair of black high heels.

Tsukasa Tazaki reluctantly withdrew his gaze.

At this moment, Hoshino Hanami has resumed her mature and sophisticated style.

She wore a well-tailored dark-colored uniform suit, with a small, dazzling diamond in the brooch at the collar. The skirt reached mid-thigh, and she paired it with over-the-knee stockings in the same color family as the suit, the tops of which were decorated with delicate lace.

Despite her sister looking good in anything she wears, or even without clothes, Tsukasa Tazaki always believed that Hoshino Hanami in a suit was the most perfect Hoshino Hanami.

In front of the vanity mirror, Hoshino Hanami checked the nail polish on her fingers.

The nail polish was a glossy light pink, applied perfectly. At first glance, it didn't seem particularly special, but under light, it reflected a shimmering shine that was hard not to like.

Tsukasa Tazaki walked over and put his arm around her waist from behind.

Hoshino Hanami turned her head and kissed him on the cheek.

The woman, who is usually sharp and assertive, becomes gentle and obedient at this moment. Holding her is like holding warmth on a psychological level.

12:30 PM.

After a brief chat with Mrs. Kuriyama, Tsukasa Tazaki watched her get into her car and leave. Hoshino Hanami then drove off in her black G-Wagon and disappeared from sight.

The sound of dogs barking came from afar.

He looked up at the second-floor balcony, where Kuriyama Sakura was yawning, her lips covered by the sunlight.

Chapter 339 Kurisu Kisakawa is really cunning

The winter break passed quickly, and January 17th marked the start of the third semester.

Winter has not officially ended, but the temperature has already warmed up. Gentle sunlight has quietly accumulated on the ground, and after more than three months, the bare trees along the roadside have sprouted new buds.

Early in the morning, Yui Kikawa put on her headphones and started her morning run along the perimeter of the Imperial Palace.

This is a popular spot for morning exercisers. Along the moat, there are dedicated running and fitness trails where you can run endlessly for a whole day without any problem.

Listening to music while jogging alone in the morning can be a joyful experience.

In fact, Yui Kichikawa herself has a fondness for solitude; to put it more accurately, she doesn't find solitude to be lonely.

I don't find it hard to endure or get bored whether I spend one or two hours each day not talking to anyone, running alone, or working at my desk for four or five hours.

This tendency has been present in her ever since she became the heir to the Kichikawa family.

The wind blows through the gaps between the tall buildings, and clouds of various shapes drift in and out. The sky remains the same, an unchanging, deep blue. The clouds are merely fleeting visitors; they pass through the sky, coming and going, leaving only the sky itself behind.

Kikawa Yui stopped to rest under a lamppost, her right hand resting on the lamppost, and looked up at the sky.

The deep blue winter sky, the slender 634-meter-tall Tokyo Skytree in the distance, the rumble of trams on the viaduct carried by the wind, and the oak trees with tender buds swaying along the roadside.

This concludes my morning run.

After taking a walk, Yui Kichikawa ordered a breakfast of buttered toast and hard-boiled eggs at a roadside breakfast shop. While waiting for the staff to deliver the food, she drank coffee and scrolled through her Line chat history.

In the group chat of 【Tasaki, Ninomiya, Kuriyama, and Sikawa】, Tasaki Tsukasa would post photos and videos every day to record Kuriyama Sakura's recovery process and chat with the other two.

The day before yesterday, he posted a video of himself and Kuriyama Sakura working together to apply glaze to pottery. Kikawa Yui has no interest in pottery at all, but she still watched it very carefully.

The final product is a smooth water bottle decorated with cherry blossom patterns, the colors varying in shade to create delicate shadows like a gentle breeze and flowing water.

Exquisite and delicate, the overall work is beautiful, and you can see that a lot of thought and effort was put into the details. It is a handicraft that only a top-notch craftsman could make.

Tazaki Tsukasa also tagged Yui Kikawa, asking her if she had any thoughts about tasting it.

Yui Kawakawa did not reply.

The video he posted yesterday shows him and Sakura Kuriyama performing together in an indoor space resembling a church.

Kuriyama Sakura was playing the piano, and he was playing the clarinet.

Yui Kizawa couldn't tell what piece of music it was, but the way Tsukasa Tazaki played the clarinet so gently and delicately was definitely worth appreciating.

The boy was graceful and not at all arrogant. The notes he played were nourishing and imaginative, and every syllable was full of affection.

Listen to it, listen carefully.

Kikawa held her breath, listening intently, over and over again.

There was a clarinet solo in the middle of the performance, which was simple yet exquisite and received high praise.

First came the babbling of a child, long and heart-wrenching.

Is it surprise, an outburst of joy, or a declaration of happiness?

In the middle of the performance, the notes transformed into tender sighs, meandering along the dark waterway, only to be decisively absorbed at the end by a dignified and unknown place, finally surfacing to greet the sunlight.

Kuriyama Sakura is also in the picture; she is as beautiful and charming as ever, and in good health, showing no reason to need recuperation. However, a closer look at her eyes reveals that the light within them is noticeably dimmer than usual.

Ugh……

Kikawa sighed.

Ms. Kuriyama is beautiful and talented, and is one of the few people she thinks highly of. She hopes to see her safe and healthy return as soon as possible.

Then she thought of Tsukasa Tazaki...

The notes on the clarinet clearly inspire and protect Kuriyama Sakura.

At least that's how Yui Kichikawa felt.

Such a beautiful performance, if it weren't for Kuriyama Sakura's illness, she would never have been able to hear it at all... Thinking of this, the blonde girl suddenly felt a little angry, her whole body felt uncomfortable, and she wanted to smash something to vent her anger.

Tsukasa Tazaki, you bastard!

You'll be gone for half a month. You'd better never come back to Tokyo or show your face in front of me again!

It's obvious...

My possessiveness is nagging at me again.

Yui Kikawa understands her own desires, but she doesn't know whether she should feel joy or worry about them.

She wanted to go to Yamanashi Prefecture to talk to him, but her long-standing pride kept her from doing so. She felt that if she went, it would mean she was giving in to Tsukasa Tazaki and letting him control her life...

Although the two things are unrelated, that's what Yui Kichikawa thought.

Not long after, the waiter brought over a tray. She drank coffee, ate toast and eggs, paid the bill, and left the breakfast shop.

Back at the Kichikawa family mansion, I brushed my teeth, took a shower, and changed into clean clothes to go to school.

As she came out, passing by Tsukasa Tazaki's small courtyard, Yui Kikawa paused, then turned and went inside.

The lawn was neatly mowed, and clothes such as pantyhose, uniforms, and women's underwear were drying on the clothesline...

Ok.

It has a very homey feel.

only……

Why are my mother's underwear here?

Kikawa Yui rubbed her temples, feeling a severe headache.

"Mom is always so unreliable..." the blonde girl muttered to herself as she took out her keys and opened the door.

A large oil painting of a mountain hangs on the wall in the entryway. The paint is applied quite heavily, and it doesn't inspire any sense of appreciation for art. The vase on the shoe cabinet holds newly bought tulips, the kind of clumsy flowers that immediately suggest a middle-aged woman would buy.

Don't misunderstand...

She wasn't prejudiced against Sachiko Tono; it was just a simple expression of her feelings.

The living room on the first floor was decorated in much the same way as her living room. The furniture was cozy, the floor was covered with a warm plush carpet, and the sofa was decorated with cute plush pillows.

The heating was on inside, and two elderly women who had just gotten up were dressed provocatively and shamelessly!

The mother was wearing very short shorts and a loose-fitting short-sleeved shirt.

Plump and curvy thighs, a perky and shapely buttocks, and when she yawns and stretches, her chest is incredibly large...

Despite having a headache over this person, Yui Kirikawa had to admit that nine-tenths of the credit for her great figure went to this woman named Kirikawa Kurumi.

Sachiko Tono, carrying breakfast out of the kitchen, looked equally tempting.

Long pajama pants, long pajamas, long hair cascading down her back—a languid and beautiful look.

Especially the crooked neckline of her pajamas, which wasn't even buttoned up, revealing a large expanse of smooth, white, and rounded skin.

"Oh, Yui's here," Sachiko Tono said with a smile as she placed breakfast on the table. "Have you had breakfast? Come and join us."

Kurisu waved her hand: "Sachiko, who are you talking to?"

Sachiko Tono gave her a strange look.