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

"Shiraishi, I can swim now."

"I know."

"Is Shiraishi lying to me about the promise that 'once you learn to swim, I'll carry you across the coastline'?" Soga Kiriren asked earnestly, tilting her head back, her tone carrying an air of 'it should be so'.

Such certainty made Shiraishi Zexiu stroke his chin and think carefully for a moment.

"I'm not... lying to you, am I?"

It seems that the reason I took that walk yesterday wasn't actually this; it looks like I dug a hole for myself again.

"That..."

Soga Kirei only said this one word, then stretched out her hands forward.

"Then let's go."

Shiraishi Sawa added the last few words, without arguing whether he had already hugged her yesterday. He instinctively stretched his neck between the girl's arms, wrapped his arms around her smooth, white back and the back of her legs, and picked her up.

"set off!"

Holding the gentle, jade-like body in his arms, Shiraishi Zexiu strode forward, his legs kicking up splashes of water as he leaped upwards.

Even on the second occasion, from a deathly perspective, Soga Kirei would be amazed by him running in the sunlight.

--

"President, are you alright? Was I jostled too much?"

After running two laps—the second lap was because Soga Kirei said it was running, and running too fast didn't count—Shiraishi Sawah put her down, reached out and rubbed her temples, and asked.

Soga no Kuriren frowned a few times during the last half lap, though it was fleeting, he noticed it.

"My stomach... hurts a little," Suga Wulian said after a moment's hesitation.

"There's a medical room right here, let's go check it out now." Upon hearing this, Shiraishi Zexiu grabbed Soga Kirei's hand and headed towards the medical room.

"Shiraishi, aren't you afraid that I'm lying to you again?" The girl being led asked Shiraishi Zexiu, who was leading the way.

"Eh—, is this another lie to me?" Shiraishi Sawa asked, turning his head, but without slowing down his walking pace.

“This time it’s not, but it shouldn’t be an illness.” Seeing the worry in Shiraishi Zexiu’s eyes, Soga Kiriren said with a slight smile, seemingly not taking it seriously.

"Is that... Auntie?" Shiraishi Sawa thought for a moment. Today was the 20th, and it was indeed close to Soga Kiriren's period.

"Yes, I think so too, because not only does my stomach hurt a little, but I also feel a bit bloated here. I always have these two symptoms when I get my period."

Soga Kirei placed her other hand on her well-proportioned and very pleasing-to-the-eye breasts and rubbed them in front of Shiraishi Sawa.

Shiraishi Sawa is a frog at this moment, and is particularly sensitive to moving objects.

"Breast engorgement?!" Shiraishi Zexiu blurted out, as he really didn't know anything about it.

"That's a problem that might only arise after you have a child with Shiraishi, it's not this, it's normal," Soga Kirei explained earnestly.

"Oh, sorry." Shiraishi Sawa scratched his head, slowing his pace a little as he headed towards the infirmary, making it easier for Soga Kirei to walk.

"Let's go to the infirmary first, and have some hot water while we're at it. Also, President, you should take a warm shower and change into your swimsuit later. I know you can't swim during your period."

"Ah."

--

"It's nothing, just the premenstrual symptoms, there's nothing else wrong."

"The doctor on duty in the infirmary is a kind-faced old lady," Shiraishi Zexiu said as he entered.

"President, here's hot water and this yukata. If there's nothing else, take a bath and go back to rest." Shiraishi Sawa placed the hot water on the table and draped the yukata over her shoulders.

"President, do you experience menstrual cramps?"

"Nearly."

"That's good."

"You can't go into the water for the next few days, but luckily you've already learned to swim."

"But when you play with them, Shiraishi, I can't join in."

"Then I'll try to trick them into playing on the shore."

The two chatted as they walked toward the women's shower room.

Feeling Soga Kirei's gaze, Shiraishi Sawa turned his head and asked gently:

"What's wrong, President?"

"I often lie to Shiraishi. Will he hate me? If so, I won't lie anymore." Soga Kiriren held the paper cup in both hands, her cherry lips hidden within, her throat moving, exuding a unique charm.

"Ha~" Shiraishi Sawa chuckled softly, then casually stroked Soga Kiri Ren's hair. "You'd hate being lied to by other people, but you'd be pretty used to being lied to by the president."

"I was tricked by Kotori."

"...Probably not." His statement was too absolute, or perhaps the girl's focus was too strange.

"understood."

"My patience with Wulian is limitless. If you keep lying to me, I can only accept it." Shiraishi Sawa said, holding the back of his head with his hands and feeling the sunlight on his face.

"Zexiu, I like you."

"I can tell, this isn't a lie. I like you too, President."

"A lie!" Soga Kirei said with a smirk.

"That's the lie."

"Ah."

The two had already entered the women's shower room.

"Go in and take a shower, and remember to use warm water! I'll go back and shower first too. See you at the intersection where we came from."

"Yes, I will!"

--

2 PM, Miyazaki Eimono Shopping Center.

"I think the president's health is already failing. Why don't we stop shopping and go back to rest?" Shiraishi Sawa sincerely asked the four girls for their opinion.

But clearly, the two young ladies completely ignored this.

Shiraishi Sawa, who was being ignored, was not annoyed. He just sighed and took the goods from the girls again, acting as a tool.

The reason why the group is here now is that after the two of them took a shower in the morning, they returned to their room together. After the other three girls woke up and found out what happened, they discussed it and decided to change their plans.

Instead of staying at the Ocean Dome, they went out in the afternoon to explore the shopping malls and streets of Miyazaki Prefecture, and then took a private plane back to Tokyo in the evening.

Two days was enough for the two young ladies, who had already lost interest in much of the novelty of the trip.

Soga Kirei couldn't play, while Shiraishi Sawa and Takanashi Yuuko didn't care, so it was settled.

"Shiraishi-kun! There are golf clubs for sale over there. How about I buy you a few?" Kuramochi Sakura suddenly turned her head, pointed ahead, and said with a grin.

"Thank you, Mr. Kuramochi. I appreciate your kind gesture, but I have no intention of playing golf again. I simply cannot understand the things that rich people like you play. I resent the rich!"

However, Shiraishi Sawa is now quite wealthy—if he could exchange all his points for money.

"It's because you're so bad, Shiraishi-kun." Kuramochi Sakura stood with her hands on her hips, looking very proud. After all, she was the absolute winner in golf last night—even Chiyo couldn't beat her.

Because it was his first time playing, Shiraishi Sawa Hideyuki couldn't control his strength and angle well, and even knocked several holes in the lawn.

"Because I'm not physically fit, I can only play the easiest game, golf, and I'm quite pleased with myself when I win," Chiyo said with a smile.

"A win is a win!"

"Yes, I admit I lost."

Chiyo said indifferently that her joy in life was no longer in defeating Kuramochi Sakura, but in winning over the tool behind her who carried her things.

Because Miyazaki Prefecture is located in a remote area and is not particularly developed, the Aeon Mall here is also very small. After browsing around for a while and buying some local specialties and souvenirs, the five of them went to visit Awagigen Forest Park.

It wasn't very interesting, definitely not as fun as Tokyo. We grabbed a quick bite at a random restaurant around lunchtime, and then the five of us took the train back to the Ocean Dome to pack up and go home.

--

"No need to put the mattress back. Someone will clean up after we leave," Chiyomi Shiraishi Sawa reminded him as she prepared to move the mattress back to its original position.

"Alright, have you packed your things? Wait for me a minute." Upon hearing this, Shiraishi Zexiu didn't want to cause himself any trouble. Acting purely on instinct, he put down the mattress and ran back to his room to gather the scattered clothes.

"Let's go." Shiraishi Sawa walked out of the room, taking all the extra luggage with him—that's what you call finishing what you started. "Hey, where's Takanashi?"

Only three girls had finished packing.

Hideaki Shiraishi went to the room where Yuko Takanashi's luggage was, knocked on the door, which was ajar, and then pushed it open.

"Are you done? Takanashi, do you need any help?"

A blush even more vibrant than the sunset painted her face, exuding captivating charm. Takanashi Yuuko nervously turned her head, forcing a smile.

"It'll be ready soon."

"What mischief have you been up to behind my back? Why is your face so red?" Shiraishi Sawa asked in surprise, while looking around. There were no traps, and Takanashi Yuuko didn't seem like the type to 'harm' him.

"No such thing..." Anyone with ears could hear the guilty conscience; something was definitely going on.

Takanashi Yuuko swept the things on the bedside table into her small bag, pulled her suitcase over, grabbed Shiraishi Sawa's coat, and walked into the corridor.

"Hurry up, Shiraishi, don't keep Sakura and the others waiting for us too long."

"Then tell me why you're blushing. Did you find a boyfriend behind my back?"

"No way!"

The blush that hadn't faded yet was now exceptionally beautiful.

"What...did you just do?"

As the two approached, the three waiting girls noticed the blush on Takanashi Yuuko's face and simultaneously took a step forward, asking the same question.

The difference was that Kuramochi Sakura was excited, while the other two were scrutinizing her with less than pleasant expressions. In the end, they gave up on Takanashi Yuuko and focused their attention solely on Shiraishi Sawa Hide.

"No? Me?" Shiraishi Sawa pointed at himself. "It's only been a short while, what could I have done?"

"What do you think?" Chiyo asked, arms crossed, head tilted, her tone slightly cold, as if she were interrogating someone.

In fact, it was an interrogation.