I really don't want to have a girlfriend.

Unable to be with his family, Yuu Tenkuji chose to challenge himself—although bungee jumping and skydiving were no challenge for someone as skilled and daring as him, they gave him a rare experience of the danger of dying with the slightest mistake.

After all, even if I were to fall from a height of several hundred meters, I would still turn into mincemeat.

The real feeling of being alive is exceptionally clear when death is nearby.

Although Itoko looks frail and delicate, as if Tenkuji Yu could easily lift her up by her armpits and put her on his waist, she completely kept up with his pace during various extreme challenges. Not to mention being a burden, she sometimes even did better than him.

After all, she has all the skills and abilities that Tenkuji Yu should have, not to mention her physical attributes, and she also has a database of data accumulated from hundreds of timelines—she's more than qualified to be his teacher.

After trying skydiving and bungee jumping, the two went to a newly opened ninja experience center in Tokyo. In addition to various introductions to ninjas and the sale of all kinds of ninja-related merchandise, the most popular attraction was the ten ninja challenges, which were similar to obstacle courses.

Unsurprisingly, these were all designed for families with children, so they were so simple that they didn't really interest them. After getting full marks inside, they came out carrying a lot of food and souvenirs.

Time always flies when you're having fun.

As night fell and the stars and moon disappeared, the two began their journey home.

Back home, the souvenirs were left unattended on the sofa. Itoko went to deal with the food she had brought back, while Tenkuji Yu went straight upstairs and knocked on the guest room door.

"We're back. Are you alright?"

There was no answer, but if you listened carefully, you could hear a continuous, torrential downpour of keyboard clicks.

Tenkuji turned the doorknob; it wasn't locked. He opened the door and went into the room.

Are you still working?

On the bed, the girl seemed completely isolated from the world, unaware of the intruder Yuu Tenkuji entering the room. She was focused intently on the laptop on her lap, her upper body frozen in place, while her fingers tapped the keyboard so fast they left afterimages, like a pianist playing Flight of the Bumblebee.

She wore a thin lace nightgown over her clothes, and underneath she was probably not wearing anything—Yuu Tenkuji already knew this guy's habit of not wearing underwear with his nightgown—that's why the angle at which she leaned forward allowed him to see the deep and beautiful [Autonomy], reflecting a white and soft luster.

Unfortunately, with bloodshot eyes, wildly disheveled hair, and a smile more distorted than a murderer's, she made it impossible to muster any desire to kiss her.

He seemed to be muttering something under his breath, his expression dark and ruthless, making for a truly vivid and expressive performance:

"Very good, that's it... Make it even sadder, cry even louder... How dare you ignore my feelings for such a trivial matter? Do you think my pride is worthless?... Watch me torture you to death, torture you to death, torture you to death, torture you to death—! Heheheheheheheheha ...

Yuu Tenkuji: "..."

He stood by the door with a subtle expression, hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to pretend he hadn't seen anything and gently closed the door.

So, the so-called author is actually this kind of bizarre creature that frantically writes while laughing strangely, talking to themselves, and so on...?

No wonder people always want to lock authors in a dark room; if they were released to rage across the keyboard like this, it would definitely scare people.

Looking at the guest room door that had been closed again, Tenkuji Yu sighed wearily, but a slight smile appeared on her lips as she clenched her fist in mid-air.

"Keep it up, Shizuko. I look forward to your masterpiece."

The barely perceptible murmur quickly dissipated, and he turned and went downstairs, his steps light as if he had witnessed something good.

The knocking inside the room seemed to stop for a moment, then, as if nothing had happened, it resumed as the continuous sound of rain.

Chapter 144 It's just a massage, no need to be risqué.

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The next day, the seventh day of the first playthrough.

As usual, Yu took Itoko out, while Kasumigaoka Utaha looked a little tired and hadn't slept much, but her eyes always had a bright and lively light. While eating, she would take out her phone to record the ideas that came to her mind, and then finish her meal as quickly as possible before going upstairs to continue her work.

If it weren't for Yuu Tenkuji coming upstairs to call her for breakfast on time, she probably wouldn't have bothered coming down for breakfast at all—as far as he knew, Kasumigaoka Utaha even thought taking a bath was too much of a waste of time, and yesterday she was so tired from writing that she just went straight to sleep without taking a bath.

To be honest, not showering for a day is nothing. Girls won't become smelly because of such a small thing, and their hair won't become greasy that quickly.

She just looked a bit messy and disheveled, lacking her usual glamorous and pure beauty.

However, upon comparison, Yuu Tenkuji now realizes just how useful the "completely refreshed" state truly is.

Not only can it be used to prevent being caught cheating, but it also saves time on showering and grooming, making daily life extremely convenient. Anyone who uses it knows how convenient it is.

It's a pity that the cheat can't be shared, otherwise he could lend "Renewal" to Kasumigaoka Utaha for a day or two, saving her some trouble.

……

Tonight marks the end of one cycle, and the cycle of reincarnation is about to begin.

The real "trial" will officially begin from here. Although it should be a time when they are ready to fight, their daily lives are not much different from yesterday.

Some went out to have fun, while others wrote novels.

After a long day of partying outside, as the sun set behind the horizon and the edge of the city, Yuu Tenkuji returned home with Itoko.

As soon as I entered, the sound of typing filled my ears, and the light from the living room illuminated half of the corridor.

"Why aren't you typing in your room anymore?"

As she entered the living room, Yuu Tenkuji took off her coat and asked Utaha Kasumigaoka, who was using the dining table as a desk.

"I felt you guys would be back soon, so I just waited for you in the living room."

After a brief explanation, the black-haired girl's focused gaze did not leave the screen, and her slender fingers continued to dance a lively rhythm on the keyboard.

Tenkuji Yu leaned over to take a look, and the number on the word count made him exclaim in surprise: "Ninety thousand words?! You're too diligent! Even the donkeys in the production team... no, not even Chinese web novel authors are as prolific as you. Are you really planning to finish one hundred thousand words in two days?"

"Although I don't understand what you're talking about later, I'll take it as a compliment." She gave a slightly smug hum, her voice becoming serious as she spoke. "To be honest, these 90,000 words are a bit padded, but if I wanted to revise them, it would take two or three days... The overall quality is only passable. Fortunately, as long as I can finish the whole book before midnight, this sacrifice is within acceptable limits."

As she said this, others could hear the frustration and resentment in her words.

If she had another day, she would adjust all the content to her best satisfaction, even if it meant working without any rest. This limbo is the most frustrating thing...

If Kasumigaoka Utaha can retain her current memories after returning to reality, the first thing she will do is to go into seclusion again and do her best to write the most perfect final work!

"The whole book? Isn't it Volume 4?" Yuu Tenkuji asked in confusion.

"If we don't consider commercial operations, I think one volume of the story I'm writing is enough. There's no need to write two volumes like she did to make money," Kasumigaoka Utaha replied without turning her head. "This volume is the final chapter of 'Love Metronome.' I'll try to finish it before 11 o'clock. Can I give you an hour to read it?"

She knew this guy's reading speed was astonishing; the sound of him flipping through books at the bookstore yesterday almost pulled her out of her reverie several times, forcing her to snap out of her emotional state.

"An hour is enough, just don't push yourself too hard."

Tenkuji Yu shrugged, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the silver-haired girl who had already put her things away and was about to go into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

After thinking about it, since it's the last day anyway, I might as well do it myself and use it as a memento.

Just as she was about to speak, the typing suddenly stopped, and Kasumigaoka Utaha frowned and turned her wrist.

"Speaking of strain, it's probably due to overwork. I feel like my hands are getting more and more painful... My shoulders and neck are also incredibly stiff."

"Who told you to never have the right posture when you type? After working at such a high intensity for two days, it's no wonder you feel uncomfortable all over."

Kasumigaoka Utaha looked over and casually asked, "You know how to massage, right? Give me a massage."

Yuu Tenkuji looked completely bewildered: "Why not just have Itoko do it? She can do everything I can."

"Isn't she making dinner?"

"I happen to want to show off my skills today, and having her accompany you is perfect."

"Tsk." Kasumigaoka Utaha clicked her tongue without any attempt to hide it. Seeing that she couldn't persuade him, she puffed out her cheeks and stared at him with watery eyes, saying in a wronged tone, "I'm really uncomfortable, it won't hurt if you rub it for me... I didn't force you to rub other places."

"Okay, okay, I'll press it for you."

Normally a mature and confident young woman, when she starts acting cute, it always gives Yuu a creepy feeling that something is wrong, which she simply can't stand.

He could only wave Itoko to go to the kitchen to help prepare the ingredients, while he rolled up his sleeves and walked behind Kasumigaoka Utaha to start stretching his joints.

"Let me make it clear beforehand that you'll probably feel so good during the massage that you can't help but make noises. You can choose to let out a sound or bite your lip to hold it in, but be prepared."

"It's just a shoulder and wrist massage, I didn't ask you to do a 'Princess Romance', is it really necessary?"

Upon hearing his words, Kasumigaoka Utaha, who had been feeling quite at ease and somewhat expectant, vaguely sensed that something was amiss.

Seeing him nod seriously, she frowned slightly and carefully confirmed again: "It's really not that kind of rough massage? Although it's not impossible... I haven't finished writing my novel yet, and I don't want to waste time on this for the time being, unless you finish in three minutes."

"Am I such a person who doesn't understand the atmosphere? Besides, when I get serious, three hours isn't enough for me."

Yuu Tenkuji rolled his eyes, too lazy to waste any more words with her, and reached out with both hands to grab her shoulders.

The girl's slender and soft neck was quickly and completely grasped by the man's rough and large hands. The scorching heat of his palms was like fire meeting ice, pressing tightly against her skin.

"Mmm!"

In that instant, Kasumigaoka Utaha tensed up, her eyes widening in astonishment. She instinctively straightened her back, her toes curling up as if pressing something, while the rest of her body remained immobile under his touch.

Following that brief exclamation, a tingling, electric-like sensation began to take hold of her nerves, and a strange heat gradually surged up her lower abdomen.

Unable to suppress it any longer, she let out a soft, kitten-like meow.

"Meow~ Ugh, I hate this feeling..."

"It feels very comfortable, doesn't it?"

Tenkuji Yu casually grabbed a couple of times, quickly loosening the stiff, warm, white muscles beneath the pajamas. Several faint red finger marks appeared on the slender, snow-white neck that was so alluring, and a few more intoxicated breaths escaped.

It may seem like a simple task, but this technique is actually full of knowledge and skill.

Each fingertip landed on the stiffest part of her neck and shoulders, and the high-frequency vibration of the fingers penetrated her body with an amplitude comparable to a massage gun, but with a much more refined and profound force, kneading every muscle and nerve into the most relaxed state.

Not only massage, but he also secretly used acupressure skills. Although neither of these skills is perfect, the combination of the two, coupled with the precise "muscle control" of a machine, should be comparable to a perfectly effective massage skill.

The evidence is the sight of the girl in front of him, so slumped over that she was almost unable to sit up straight from the pleasure.

Yuu Tenkuji straightened her body and stood behind the chair, looking like a physicist preparing to conduct an experiment, with a very interested smile on his face.

"If it feels good, don't resist. I'll give you some secret techniques... Although it's the first time I've tried it on a human, it shouldn't be a problem."

—Of course I'm talking about massage.

Seemingly wanting to escape but lacking the strength to get up, Kasumigaoka Utaha could only say in a trembling voice, "A...this is a big problem, okay...and I don't have the strength to resist right now. No matter how you torture me, I can only endure it silently with tears in my eyes..."

—It really just refers to massage.

Tenkuji Yu raised an eyebrow, feeling his professionalism challenged: "Torture? It seems the force wasn't enough. Let me make it more comfortable for you."

There is nothing else besides massage.

In response, Kasumigaoka Utaha let out a weak, mournful cry, her acting a little over-the-top: "Could it be any more comfortable?! Stop, stop! I give up! It was my fault! If it's any more comfortable, my head will break!"

No matter how many times it is repeated, these refer to normal and unrestricted massage behaviors. Please do not make any unwarranted speculations about the characters' personal statements.

I sincerely hope the reviewers will not misunderstand.