My daily life in love is too contrary to my character.

"Little bird, calm down."

"Kiss me, Shiraishi."

"No."

"Kiss me, or I'll massage other parts of your body." Takanashi Yuuko's face was very close, and even her hands seemed to be slowly moving upwards.

"Should we think about this carefully?" Shiraishi Sawa began to regret why he had fled to this room. He should have gone to the president's room... no, he should have gone to the other female classmates' rooms.

"No, Kuramochi will be back soon. I'll start the massage now."

"relative!"

"The kind where you stick out your tongue."

Takanashi Yuko pressed herself against him, quickly locking the door again with one hand.

.....

It is well known that sometimes men's hands will unconsciously touch things, as if it were an instinct etched into their DNA.

Realizing something was wrong, Shiraishi Sawah couldn't bear to feel that tenderness anymore and wanted to pull his hand back.

He had only created a slight distance when Takanashi Yuuko grabbed his hand, pulled it up, and shoved it inside.

After a brief moment of separation, her slightly pink and glistening lips emitted a very low and soft sound.

"continue."

Then it was reattached, and the girl's hand pressed against the stranger's hand.

.....

Kuramochi Sakura, returning from the restroom, pulled on the door, but it was locked. Not surprised, she knocked.

"Please open the door for me, Shiraishi-kun. You're being a little too cautious."

There was silence inside for several seconds. Just as Kuramochi Sakura was about to ask another question, the lock on the inner door was opened.

Kuramochi Sakura pushed open the door and went in. Takanashi Yuuko was still kneeling, massaging Shiraishi Sawa, but she was on the other leg.

everything is normal.

Takanashi Yuuko licked her lips, still wanting more.

"Yuko, your pajamas are too baggy! From this angle, you're showing too much skin!"

Chapter 213 Adults Also Need School Trips

(Thanks to Tianwo for the 20000 points reward! I still owe 8,000 chapters.)

"Maybe it's because I've been wearing them for too long."

"What do you mean, 'wearing this for too long'? The back of your collar is almost up to the back of your head." Kuramochi Sakura walked behind Takanashi Yuuko with a helpless expression, pulled down her clothes, and then said with a hint of pride, "Yuuko, sometimes you still need me to take care of you, don't you?"

"Sakura Rei is amazing."

"That is!"

Kuramochi Sakura was very happy to be praised. She hummed an unknown tune and skipped back to bed.

.....

“Strange,” after more than ten minutes, Kuramochi Sakura seemed to suddenly realize something and looked at Shiraishi Sawa. “Shiraishi-kun, why are you suddenly not talking? It’s so quiet when you’re here. I’m not used to it.”

"Perhaps it's because silence is golden," Shiraishi Sawa replied with a smile after thinking for a moment.

The smile looked somewhat forced.

"That's about enough for the bird dance. The soreness has subsided a lot. I should head back now."

“Okay.” Takanashi Yuuko nodded and stood up from her kneeling position.

"Hiss~" Shiraishi Zexiu stood up with great difficulty and needed to hold onto the wall to barely stand. He then walked around the room twice before he could barely return to normal.

It's foreseeable that even after the massage, climbing stairs tomorrow will be a nightmare.

"I'm leaving now, goodnight both of you." Shiraishi Zexiu waved to the two of them.

"Good night."

Kuramochi Sakura watched Shiraishi Sawah limping toward the opposite side of the courtyard and inexplicably felt that the other person was somewhat desolate.

--

"Hey, Shiraishi, you're finally back from the restroom! I searched every single one, but I couldn't find you! Now that you're back, I'll call them over to continue playing," Takeuchi Arisu said as he saw Shiraishi Sawah limping back through the door.

Shiraishi Sawa didn't answer, but lay down on the communal bed and covered his eyes with his hands.

"What's going on?" Takagi Ryo mouthed to the other two.

"do not know."

"Are you in a bad mood?" The other two mouthed the same question.

"Did we go too far? Let's apologize tomorrow."

"Okay, turn off the lights, let's go to sleep tonight."

--

Fortunately, Shiraishi Sawa seemed to have returned to normal the next day and accepted the three apologies, but said that he had already written them down in his little notebook and that when his leg recovered, none of them would be able to escape.

Seeing this reaction, the three of them finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Everyone, gather up! Both classes, get on your respective school buses. We're going to the Osaka Museum of History now!" After the students had finished eating the breakfast prepared by the hotel, Gennai Ichiro, who was standing at the door of the school bus, shouted loudly.

"Hi!"

The vehicles at the entrance are no longer the large buses that brought everyone from Tokyo, but much smaller public buses, mostly rented by the school here.

Everyone boarded the bus in an orderly fashion and headed to the Osaka Museum of History.

The distance wasn't far. When the school bus arrived at the museum entrance, it was only 9:20, not even opening time yet.

The semi-cylindrical shape has a very majestic feel, and the left side is entirely made up of floor-to-ceiling glass windows. Shiraishi Sawa is already looking forward to the view from the high floor after going inside.

A museum is just a museum, and today was just an ordinary workday, so there were hardly any people queuing at the entrance. It was completely empty except for three cars parked there.

Two school buses and a Bentley—it's obvious that Chiyo Ichiriki is sitting in them.

Before the school gates opened, Gennai Ichiro divided all the students into groups on the school bus. Eight students were divided into two groups of two dormitories, and each group had a group leader who was responsible for reporting the attendance of the members to the class monitor or him.

Shiraishi Sawa and another male dormitory formed a group, and the arduous task of group leader fell to Maeda Shuki—a task pushed onto him by Shiraishi Sawa.

"Alright, everyone can get off the bus now. You can't bring any food with you; leave it all on the bus. Follow me."

"Hi!"

Because he was sitting in the last row, Shiraishi Sawa was the last person to get off the bus.

"Zexiu! Your aunt has come to see you."

The words were warm, but Shiraishi Sawa Hide really didn't want to hear them.

Taking a deep breath, Shiraishi Sawa looked at the Bentley that had made the sound.

In the driver's seat sat Kurosawa Yuki, the same person who had pointed a gun at him. She glanced at him, then quickly looked ahead again.

In the back row, Ichinori Nao waved happily at Shiraishi Sawa Hide like a child, attracting the attention of other classmates. Ichinori Chiyo, sitting next to him, gave him a helpless look.

Yuki Kurosawa got out of the car, opened the back door, and after the mother and daughter got out, she drove the car to the museum's parking lot.

Nao walked straight toward Shiraishi Sawa, who was gradually disappearing from sight—he was inching his way behind the crowd.

"What's going on, Zexiu? Are you starting to avoid your aunt?"

"Auntie?! It's you! Long time no see! I didn't recognize you at first. You look at least ten years younger than the last time we met!"

Unable to escape, Shiraishi Sawah stepped forward to face his death.

"You're just being cheeky, but I forgive you."

"Auntie, what brings you here today..." Shiraishi Sawa asked tentatively, glancing at Ichiri Chiyo following behind, trying to ask for help.

“We’re here for a school trip to Osaka,” Nao Ichinori said matter-of-factly.

Upon hearing this, Chiyo covered her eyes.

"..."

“A school trip is great!” Shiraishi Sawa gave Ichiri Nao a thumbs up.

"I think so too, so I'll leave it to you to take care of me and Chiyo today."

"I'll go ask the library right now if they rent tour guides. Auntie, you know I can only talk nonsense." Shiraishi Zexiu turned to leave.

"There's no need for a tour guide. I just want to hear you, Baishi, make up stories with me."

I understand, there's no escaping it this time.

"Auntie, you're someone who makes millions every minute. Aren't you going to take care of your work?"

“What’s the point of having me if a company can’t function without me?” Nao shrugged indifferently. “Besides, I’m different from Chiyo. I’m a woman with a man, and my husband supports me at work.”

“Mother, I’m still young. You shouldn’t be attacking me for not having a boyfriend at a time like this,” Chiyo retorted, feeling inexplicably stung.

"So, you're going to travel with us for three days?" Shiraishi Zexiu asked tentatively.

"Although I know that Shiraishi longs for this so much, it's a pity that I can only come out to play for one day."

Great.

"What a pity." Shiraishi Sawa shook his head dramatically, then called out to Maeda Shusuke, who had already reached the museum entrance, "Maeda! Your team member Shiraishi Sawa might be absent for the whole day, but the route is the same."

Shusuke Maeda struck his chest with his hand, mimicking a gesture from Attack on Titan, to indicate that he had heard it.

Soga Kiriren, who had been watching from afar, frowned slightly. If it were only about Chiyo, she would have gone there long ago. For her, the meaning of the school trip was being with Shiraishi Sawa Hide.

However, Nao's sudden appearance made Soga Kiriren give up the idea of ​​coming over, because it would only make all four of them feel awkward.

The girl could only pray that Nao wouldn't follow Shiraishi Sawah throughout the entire school trip, otherwise the trip would be meaningless for her.

But it doesn't matter. Soga Kirei recalled her promise to Chiyo: as long as she enters Chiyo's territory and doesn't reveal it, the advantage will be with her.

I must be on the winning side!