My love index is at its maximum.

“Master, look,” Kuriyama Sakura’s eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes filled with an unprecedented allure, “it’s almost done.”

Tsukasa Tazaki stared blankly.

At this moment of ten o'clock on Saturday morning, everything he saw seemed to have a soft and illusory charm, and even the two people behind the curtains seemed insignificant.

"Stunned?" Kuriyama Sakura asked with a good laugh.

"Well, how should I put it..." Tsukasa Tazaki lifted one of her legs, his hands crossed over the edge of her stockings. "I really didn't expect it to turn out like this... Why don't you look at the scenery outside the window?"

"I won't watch!" Kuriyama Sakura shook her head decisively, continuing the previous topic, "Don't you think I'm like a different person?"

"Yes, that's right. Why don't you look at the scenery outside the window?"

"What's so interesting about having the curtains drawn?"

"Looking at the curtains would be good..." Tazaki tried his best.

“I’m telling you, if you like curtains, I’ll have someone buy a whole truckload for you tomorrow. Now, please don’t bother me!” Kuriyama Sakura warned, turning her head to look directly at Tazaki Tsukasa with her warm and bright eyes. “The reason you seem like a different person is because I’m with you now. No one in this world is irreplaceable. But for someone like you, it might be hard to find a replacement.”

"That's true." Tsukasa Tazaki nodded, putting the matter of the curtains aside for the time being.

Kuriyama Sakura looked at him quietly, a sweet smile on her lips.

“Only you, I am so grateful, to the point that words cannot express it,” she said. “If it were anyone else, let alone asking me to do this for them, I wouldn’t even let anyone see it.”

"..."

Tazaki Tsukasa thought to himself, "They've seen everything, haven't they?"

“If you’re happy because I did this, I’ll be happy too.” At this point, Kuriyama Sakura suddenly chuckled. “Feeling ashamed at the same time, yet enjoying it at the same time, I think I can understand how your older brother feels now.”

"..."

Tazaki Tsukasa thought to himself, "You and my older brother are the real masochists."

“Hey, Tazaki,” Kuriyama Sakura gently lifted her foot, staring at the sheen of the stockings and the hue of the milk tea, “Generally speaking, leg fetishists are also foot fetishists, you don’t disagree with that, right?”

"Ah."

"Have you ever tried this kind of 'silk stocking milk tea' before?"

"How could that be? I'm not really a pervert!"

"Has it never been there?"

"It has never happened before, and it will probably continue to happen in the future."

Do you have a curiosity about things?

"I do have a bit of curiosity."

"Where's the courage to drink it?"

"Aren't courage and curiosity about equal?"

“Master is so silly,” Kuriyama Sakura retracted her leg. “You need curiosity first to have courage, right?”

“Perhaps there are similar places?” Tsukasa Tazaki sniffed the scent on her feet. “In some situations, it’s very possible, as you said, that curiosity comes first, then courage.”

“For example, the process of how I got to know you,” Kuriyama Sakura replied.

“I understand now,” Tsukasa Tazaki said, holding her tightly clenched legs. “Approaching a strange male classmate seems to be something where curiosity gives you the courage to take action. At this stage, the relationship between the two is that curiosity drives courage.”

Kuriyama Sakura gazed at him with bright, sparkling eyes, a mixture of admiration and dependence.

“Go on,” she said, then quickly added before Tsukasa Tazaki could speak, “Minister, I love listening to your ramblings, I love it so much.”

“But curiosity is unreliable,” Tsukasa Tazaki lowered his gaze, staring at himself in her pupils, “just like a friend who talks a good game but is actually unreliable. Sometimes, after tormenting you to the point of death, it will disappear in the blink of an eye, taking the opportunity to escape without a trace.”

“Yes, that’s right!” Kuriyama Sakura stared at him without blinking. “For example, after I found out that you’re incredibly silly, my initial curiosity just disappeared.”

"But courage is different!"

"They are different."

"Curiosity may be fleeting, but courage is something that must be sustained to complete the long journey."

"When I realized I'd lost my curiosity about you, all I could do was muster the courage to keep fighting," Kuriyama Sakura replied, then paused for a moment, "Yes, that's exactly how it is. I'll keep going with the courage to stay with you."

"I can feel it." Tsukasa Tazaki hugged her legs and gently kissed her knee.

“That was a great answer,” Kuriyama Sakura patted his hair, then lifted his chin and looked at his face with a smile. “Hey, as a reward, please drink the milk tea that Sakura personally brewed with her feet, Master!”

"..."

Tsukasa Tazaki blinked.

"Minister, please stop. There's someone behind the curtains."

"You can't refuse to drink it, I made it for you while suppressing my intense embarrassment."

"No, you misunderstood me. It's best to go back to your room and hide now!"

"I'll go back to your room with you after I finish drinking!"

'The point isn't going back to the room.'

Good, you understand. The important thing is to drink!

Women in love, without exception, will have their IQ affected to some extent.

Just as Tazaki Tsukasa was about to forcibly carry Kuriyama Sakura back to her room and explain things slowly, a soft "cooing" sound came from behind the curtains.

The room was already quiet.

Kuriyama Sakura naturally heard it too, but until this point she still hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation. With a pleasant smile on her lips, she turned around and looked over, her gaze casually sweeping across the curtains...

Ok?

The girl's pupils suddenly contracted.

His gaze seemed to be trapped in a bottomless black hole, and his delicate features became stiff.

Tazaki Tsukasa's lips twitched, and he turned around with a look of utter despair. Shimamoto Kana emerged from behind the curtains, clutching her stomach, and smiled apologetically, "Sorry, I rushed over without having breakfast this morning, I'm starving..."

Kuriyama Sakura was completely stunned.

I feel terrible, my whole body aches, and I just want to die right here.

Especially when she saw Ninomiya Shiori peeking her head out from behind the curtains, looking at her with an expression of 'seeing her idol's image collapse,' and saying with particular regret, 'Sakura is such a disappointment,' she felt a chill run down her spine.

Oh……

Ha ha……

Kuriyama Sakura chuckled twice.

The noble lady of the Kuriyama family, the stunningly beautiful girl, the genius whose intelligence surpasses the world... at this moment, all of them seem like fleeting clouds, ethereal and distant, like a beautiful dream from a previous life, leaving only endless shame upon waking.

Hopefully, on this new planet, no one will know the Kuriyama family; and there will be no stockings, no milk tea...

As if stunned, Kuriyama Sakura stared silently at the two people in front of her, her lips opening and closing, opening and closing in an endless cycle... unable to utter a single word.

No need to try to retrieve it; it's probably already sunk to the bottom.

There's no need to save him, just cremate him.

The sound of Shimamoto Kana's high heels as she walked towards her was like the death knell to her ears, each beat making her internal organs tremble and her mind buzz.

With her last ounce of strength, Kuriyama Sakura turned her head with difficulty, staring blankly at Tazaki Tsukasa, and murmured, "Why, why did you do this to me..."

"I...I've hinted at it countless times..." Tsukasa Tazaki, both amused and heartbroken, held her trembling body in his arms and gently patted her back. "You've been ignoring it all, so you can't blame anyone else."

"I……"

Sakura Kuriyama choked up and remained silent.

Right now, she only felt her heart throbbing in waves, and she was in extreme pain.

Ah!

(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

It's going to break down!!!

Chapter 362 The Alliance of the Virtuous Young Girls!

"Kuriyama-kun, would you like to talk about the 'stocking milk tea' thing? I'd like to play with Tazaki like that too..."

With a teasing smile on her face, Shimamoto Kana sat down on the sofa next to Tazaki Tsukasa with ease.

The faint sunlight was blocked by the light blue curtains, and was divided into two parts falling on the sofa.

She is in the light.

Kuriyama Sakura, who already felt she was dead, was in the shadows.

That proud head was buried deep in Tsukasa Tazaki's shoulders, unable to be raised.

Now, she wouldn't even think about exchanging ideas about stockings and milk tea with Kana Shimamoto; she'd rather dig a hole in the ground and bury herself.

“Sakura, how could you do this?” Shiori Ninomiya walked over and squatted down in front of Sakura Kuriyama, her innocent and clear eyes staring at her intently. “You’re Shiori-chan’s idol, how could you stoop so low and do something so shameful? It’s so disappointing!”

"……I."

Kuriyama Sakura opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

“I’ve always regarded Sakura as a fairy,” Shiori Ninomiya said, trying to keep her expression serious. “I even tried to imitate you, hoping to become as charming as you someday. But who knew that you would play such an open game with Tazaki behind my back? It’s shameful, so shameful!”

"No, that's not how it is..."

Under the questioning of the Hokkaido girl, Kuriyama Sakura's little brain was thrown into unprecedented panic.

Suddenly, Shiori Ninomiya pressed her sleeve to her eyes and began to cry in a coquettish voice: "Waaah, Sakura was my life goal! Now, Shiori has lost her life goal and doesn't know what to do anymore. Waaah, there's no point in staying in Tokyo. I can only pack my things and go back to Hokkaido..."

Ok……

How should I put it...

Tsukasa Tazaki thinks that the little cutie's feigned sadness will make the department head's brain short-circuit.

"No, Shiori, don't cry, it's my fault," Kuriyama Sakura hurriedly stood up and pulled Ninomiya Shiori, "Come on, sit down first, I'll explain to you slowly!"

She doted on Shiori Ninomiya from the start, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she treated her like a younger sister.

only……