My love index is at its maximum.

In the kitchen.

The pot was sizzling, and there was also the smell of grilled fish.

Tsukasa Tazaki is very skilled at cooking.

One moment she's chopping lettuce on the cutting board; the next she's taking eggs out of the refrigerator and putting them on a plate; then she's lifting the lid of the pot to taste the soup—every movement is quite beautiful and graceful.

Kana Shimamoto leaned against the doorframe, watching his retreating figure with great joy.

"Do you need your help, ma'am?" she asked with a smile.

"No need, you've come all this way, just watch my performance from the sidelines." With that, Tsukasa Tazaki turned around and winked at her as if asking for a reward.

Today he was wearing a very casual crew neck T-shirt, the loose neckline revealing a large section of his sexy collarbone. Generally speaking, it's rare for men to have such delicate and well-defined collarbones; just looking at them made Kana Shimamoto feel a rush of heat to her face.

Tsukasa Tazaki stopped what he was doing, turned his back to the kitchen counter, and opened his arms: "Isn't Madam coming over yet?"

Light streamed in from the window above the kitchen sink, illuminating his face and making his collarbone look even more alluring.

Kana Shimamoto took off her glasses, casually placed them on top of the refrigerator, and walked towards him, a signature shy and dignified smile appearing on her lips.

Upon seeing that smile, Tazaki Tsukasa's heart softened completely, and as soon as she leaned closer, he pulled her into a tight embrace.

From the moment they met, he had been desperately suppressing his desire for her, so the intensity of his embrace at that moment was infused with that desire.

Kana Shimamoto also seemed to be holding back.

She nestled into Tsukasa Tazaki's arms and raised her face to meet his lips.

The faint glow of the gas stove illuminated her dignified and peaceful face, as if she were saying that she was about to entrust everything to Tsukasa Tazaki.

Chapter 363 The Start of the Weekend for Four

When you're in a good mood, even your fingertips seem to glow beautifully in the sunlight.

Kana Shimamoto's sensual lips are so full, delicate, and full of affection.

To better understand his wife's feelings, Tsukasa Tazaki covered the back of her head tightly with his hands and pulled her close to him.

The bubbling sound of the gas stove continued, and in the lingering wisps of time, the hazy sound was like music played at a grand concert—elegant, luxurious, and pleasant.

After a long while, a rapid gasp broke the beautiful performance.

"Ha, hoo—"

With her messy hair framing her forehead, Kana Shimamoto looked sweet and charming as she panted for breath.

The warmth of her passionate kiss still lingered on his lips, and Tazaki could clearly feel the weight of her body. His hands slid down to his wife's pert buttocks, lifting her up forcefully.

Kana Shimamoto was forced to stand on tiptoe so that her line of sight was level with his.

"Finally, I can breathe a good sigh of relief!" she said contentedly.

Her lips, still glistening with saliva, were captivating, their crimson color soft, pleasing to the eye, novel and translucent; and in her deep, dark eyes, a gentle smile flickered, like an everlasting evergreen flower.

Tsukasa Tazaki smiled affectionately.

He didn't say anything, but pressed her body down hard, making it impossible for her to leave him.

The wife of today is like a bulging balloon, filled with alluring gas; when Tsukasa Tazaki pops it and releases the gas, he might breathe in the smell of sweat from that night in the small rented room during the typhoon, or the scent of cosmetics from a Kyoto geisha, or perhaps even the fragrance of hawthorn blossoms.

If the gas had a color, it would be either the flesh color of a geranium or the pink color of a rose.

Kana Shimamoto leaned forward, putting all her weight on Tsukasa Tazaki, and asked with great interest, "Your eyes are so lewd, what are you thinking about?"

Ever since she saw the boy she loved, the fervent love in her eyes has never faded.

I want summer to come quickly.

"why?"

“In the summer, my wife can wear lighter clothes.”

"Is that all?" Shimamoto Kana looked at him with lingering affection, a charming smile playing on her lips. "You and Sakura are having so much fun, and I finally get to see you, and all you want to see is me in revealing clothes?"

"Uh, it's not what you think."

Even with Tazaki Tsukasa's old face, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"What is it?" Shimamoto Kana covered his cheeks with both hands, gently rubbing her delicate nose against his lips. "Tell me everything clearly, or you can expect to drink your wife's glue-washing solution tonight."

The intoxicating fragrance of the cream wafted over, and Tazaki Tsukasa's heart fluttered. He immediately said, "No more explanations, let's drink tonight!"

"My wife is really looking forward to it!"

Kana Shimamoto murmured something, cupped Tsukasa Tazaki's face, and kissed him on the forehead.

The kiss was so tender because of her love for Tsukasa Tazaki, a gentle compromise born of repression.

In response, Tsukasa Tazaki selected a spot on her delicate oval face with his eyes as the landing point for his kiss; the moment he pressed her head toward him, his lips fully felt the warmth of her skin against his cheek.

"Ugh, I hate it..."

A coquettish, affected anger.

For Kana Shimamoto's gentle and quiet nature, this seemed particularly promiscuous.

It was like a devilish temptation, like that of male thieves and female prostitutes, but despite her dignified appearance, she was exceptionally skilled in this area.

"There's no need to be polite to your wife..."

Shimamoto Kana's sexy red lips parted slightly, and she grabbed his hair with both hands, obediently bringing her lips to kiss him, as if she were Tazaki Tsukasa's pet; being kissed by Tazaki Tsukasa, she felt overjoyed and realized that living alone was really too lonely.

Tender threads of affection intertwined, binding the two tightly together.

The spacious kitchen, the sizzling of water heating in pots, the hum of the gas stove—everything felt natural. The sounds of the world outside seemed frozen in this sweet atmosphere; even the slightest movement, like leaves on a tree branch, remained quietly still.

Two little heads peeked in through the doorway, secretly watching what was happening inside.

"Shimamoto-sensei is so mean!" Ninomiya Shiori said angrily.

Kuriyama Sakura nodded gently: "She said she'd come in and help with the cooking, but she actually ate some first!"

"She didn't just steal food, she practically ate Tazaki whole right there in the kitchen, leaving us no crumbs!"

Is it really that exaggerated?

"If you don't believe me, look at her mouth, it's been starving for months, it's cracked like a slit-mouthed woman!"

Kuriyama Sakura tilted her head slightly, asking in confusion, "What is a slit-mouthed woman?"

"...Huh?" Shiori Ninomiya was stunned. "Is Sakura really Japanese?"

"Shouldn't Japanese people know about the Slit-Mouthed Woman?"

"You don't even know about the Slit-Mouthed Woman, and she's Japanese?"

With this question in mind, the two girls temporarily put aside their task of observing the enemy's situation and began to seriously debate the Slit-Mouthed Woman.

Upon hearing the sound, Tsukasa Tazaki lifted his head off Kana Shimamoto and looked outside.

In my line of sight, two little heads were huddled together, looking so cute that I wanted to go over and yell at them to scare them.

"Why did you stop?" Shimamoto Kana asked, biting his ear.

A sweet, warm breath brushed past, and Tsukasa Tazaki shivered with pleasure. He was completely immersed in his wife's tenderness, and a sweet, tingling feeling welled up in his chest.

But not now!

We'll have to wait until those two little ones take their afternoon nap.

"Shiori and Sakura are learning from each other at the door."

Tazaki Tsukasa took a deep breath of the lingering scent of Shimamoto Kana's creamy skin and slowly released his grip.

"Ugh, that wasn't enough." Shimamoto Kana didn't let go, but instead turned around, still close to Tazaki Tsukasa's body.

Maintaining this intimate posture, she tilted her snow-white neck seductively, glancing at the two little ones by the door: "Have you seen enough?"

The girl, who was discussing a serious topic, finally snapped out of her reverie.

Shiori Ninomiya was the first to look in with bright, sparkling eyes, a pure, innocent smile on her face: "I want to be with Shimamoto-sensei."

Kuriyama Sakura didn't say anything.

This was the first time she had ever been caught spying, and she couldn't be as shameless as Shiori Ninomiya.

"You're the one with the most bad intentions." Shimamoto Kana gave Ninomiya Shiori a reproachful look before slowly turning around and walking towards the door.

Seeing her come out, Shiori Ninomiya's big eyes rolled around a few times, trying to sneak back in, but when Kana Shimamoto passed by her, she grabbed her arm.

"Um, Shimamoto-sensei, I want to go in..."

A country girl from Hokkaido looked up pitifully.

"Yes, I understand," Kana Shimamoto smiled gently, her eyes shining with understanding. "But now please take out your homework. While there's some free time, I want to give you some extra help with your studies!"

"...No!"

If playing the victim doesn't work, then play the cute one.

Shiori Ninomiya wrapped her arms around Kana Shimamoto's arm, nuzzled her cheek against it like a kitten, and then looked at her with the energetic smile typical of a youthful and adorable girl.

"It's the weekend, so let Shiori rest for a day, okay? Shimamoto-sensei is the kindest and most understanding person, she definitely won't let Shiori work so hard, right? She definitely will!"

After saying that, she didn't forget to directly betray Kuriyama Sakura.

"When Sakura was saying bad things about Shimamoto-sensei, Shiori even stood up for you!"

Hearing this, Kuriyama Sakura felt a tightness in her chest and sighed with an unusual headache.

As Tsukasa Tazaki added salt to the soup, he turned around and asked, "What bad things did she say about Shimamoto-sensei?"

Ninomiya Shiori glanced at Kuriyama Sakura discreetly, and seeing her helpless expression, she suddenly became bolder.

As the saying goes...

Those who are favored are often fearless.

"She just said that Shimamoto-sensei was like a prisoner who hadn't eaten for two months, and she seemed to want to eat you right there in the kitchen!" After saying that, Ninomiya Shiori grinned and made a fierce expression: "Awooo, eat me in one bite. That's roughly how she described it."

Tsurugi Tazaki immediately gave a thumbs up: "Very vivid!"

"Make your own food, don't get involved with the women!" Shimamoto Kana scolded him, then looked at Kuriyama Sakura with a smile and asked very kindly, "Kuriyama-san, is what Shiori said true?"

“Uh,” Kuriyama Sakura paused, then said helplessly, “the wording is a bit exaggerated, but the basic meaning is about the same.”