In crossover anime, who isn't a childhood friend?

It's a little embarrassing, but as long as no one else knows, it's nothing at all.

"We're all so grateful to Eriri for organizing this trip. Thank you so much for all the expenses," said Chiyo Minamoto first.

Eriri quickly shook her head: "Don't say that. It was my own idea to do it, and it didn't actually cost much money."

"After dinner, I checked the price of this suite, and 200,000 a night is not cheap."

"Since there's off-site funding, there's no need to worry too much."

"Off-site funding?"

"Yes, Mom gave Dad his credit card."

"Uncle Sawamura really spoils Eriri."

"This kind of thing would be the same for you, Chiya, right? Rikka often gets pocket money from her uncle in private too."

Just as the atmosphere was starting to lighten, Yuan Qianye suddenly became alert: "Hmm, is that really the case?"

Eriri realized her slip of the tongue and quickly tried to cover it up: "Oh no, I didn't say anything! Chiya, you didn't hear anything either!"

However, they couldn't help themselves and met Qianye's gaze, and the two of them laughed together.

Eriri felt very happy; this was truly a rare and precious situation.

Since starting junior high school, Qianye has not only focused on her studies, but has also begun to develop and improve herself in various other fields.

This was a good thing, but she did feel lonely...

It's been a long time since we've had two people chatting so freely and happily without any barriers.

Eriri was happy, but while Chiyo was smiling, he was secretly a little anxious.

The cupboard where Saeko hid was not well-ventilated. Although it wouldn't be oxygen-deprived, it would definitely be very uncomfortable.

Of course, he wasn't much better off himself. Feeling the sweetness of Saeko's mouth and the softness of her body, and realizing that something was definitely going to happen tonight, Chiyo maintained a proud and upright posture, feeling that if he continued to hold back like this, he would explode at any moment!

Although Eriri seemed to be having a great time chatting, and he wouldn't mind talking to her a little longer, that wasn't the time to worry about her.

We need to think of a solution...

"...Qianye, my mom has been saying lately that you don't come to my house as often as you used to."

"The main concern is that going there too often would be too much of a disturbance."

"No way! Mom talks about you all the time, saying how excellent you are in every way, and telling me to learn from you. She wishes I could be with you every day... Ah! Of course, she means studying. She hopes that I can be influenced by you in my studies!" Eriri quickly explained halfway through her sentence.

Gen Chiyo didn't pay much attention, still pondering how to get Eriri to leave on her own, so he just casually replied, "Studying is just one of many paths in life. Eriri's painting skills are so good, I don't think we need to pay special attention to that aspect."

"If only Mom could think like you." Eriri sighed, then suddenly became a little nervous because she noticed that Chiya was staring intently at her.

His gaze was playful, admiring, and quite aggressive.

"Speaking of which, Eriri, do you remember the first time we met?"

Eriri's heart tightened. That was a precious moment that changed the trajectory of her life, even altering her preferences for anime keywords, a moment she had repeatedly savored from the treasure box of her memories. In her life memory book, she had added hundreds and thousands of bookmarks to that page. How could she possibly forget it!

She nodded slightly, a little shyly: "Yes, of course I remember. I encountered some bad things at that time, and Qianye, you just happened to appear in front of me."

Like a prince, he comforted me and saved me...

"Back then, Eriri was a crybaby and a cute little pushover, but looking at her now, I realize that you've grown into a very beautiful and charming woman."

Gen Chiya offered his praise without reservation.

If Yukino were there, she would probably immediately become wary, wondering if this guy's sudden change of topic and praise had some ulterior motive.

Unfortunately, Eriri is the only one there. She was praised by her childhood friend, whom she has a strong affection for, and he affirmed her appearance, which is the most important thing for a woman. Naturally, she was so overjoyed that her mind went blank and she was so happy that she temporarily lost her ability to think normally.

"No, no, Chiyo, don't talk nonsense." Eriri's eyes blinked, as if she lacked confidence. She cupped her burning face in her hands, lowered her head, and her voice softened.

Yuan Qianye shook his head: "I'm not talking nonsense, I'm telling the truth. It's really strange. It must be because we're often together that I didn't notice it before. Eriri has not only grown into a beautiful young woman, but her skin also looks really good. I feel that in the future, besides being an artist, she might be able to consider going into the modeling industry."

"...!"

puff!

After being praised excessively, Eriri's head exploded like a balloon, releasing a burst of hot air.

She kept her head down, supported herself with her hands on either side of her body, and slowly got up.

"Qianye... I... I need to go back and rest."

"Oh, I see. Goodnight then."

"Okay, goodnight to you too..."

Eriri, holding onto the edge of the door frame, forcefully resisted the dizzying feeling of happiness and went back to her room.

Having achieved his goal, just as Chiyo closed the bedroom door, the cabinet door was pulled open, a fragrant breeze wafted in, and Saeko hugged him from behind.

“Saeko, let me explain. The reason I said those things to Eriri just now was because…”

As soon as Yuan Qianye turned around, his eyes went blank, and he abruptly stopped talking.

Saeko's yukata was fully open at the front, and her purple undergarments were quite charming.

She gazed into his eyes with deep affection, and as if drawn by a magnet, they embraced and kissed uncontrollably once more.

Well, given Saeko's current state, there seems to be no need for further explanation...

Feeling dizzy, Eriri returned to her room, her mind replaying Chiya's praise of her.

He buried his head under the covers, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to leap out of his chest, and he chuckled foolishly.

She didn't notice at all that the part of her yukata under her bottom where she had just sat on the bed had been dampened by the moisture spreading from the bed.

Everyone slept soundly in the latter half of the night.

Even the soundly sleeping Eriri chuckled to herself, clearly having a sweet dream.

Apart from Chiya Minamoto and Saeko.

They explored each other's lives.

Treating the other person's body as one's own territory.

Like animals, they each leave their own unique traces and scents in the newly conquered territories.

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Volume 1: 142: Negative 20, Negative 2, Negative 20, Negative 2… (6500) (4/12)

It was a little after six in the morning.

A small, fair hand slowly rose and then rested on her forehead.

Kasumigaoka Utaha's eyes, still groggy from just waking up, gradually cleared as she stared blankly at the ceiling.

She let out a soft breath and rubbed her forehead.

I picked up my phone and glanced at it, surprised to find myself waking up so early today.

During a holiday like this, if it were any other time, I, who am used to staying up late as a night owl, would not open my eyes until at least eight or nine o'clock.

Today seems a bit unusual.

I didn't wake up during the night, and my sleep quality was pretty good.

Is it really true, as Saeko said, that exercising before bed can help with sleep and calm the nerves?

I really do have to thank her...

Thinking of this, Kasumigaoka turned her head and glanced to her side.

Then she blinked her clear, beautiful eyes in confusion.

The bedding beside him was empty; Saeko was no longer there.

She's already up, so early?

Kasumigaoka instinctively tried to get up, but then suddenly felt an extremely sore sensation in her abdomen.

In a way, this is all thanks to Saeko.

Last night, I clearly said that I couldn't do it anymore, but she still "forced" me to do several more sit-ups with that encouraging yet firm attitude.

Saeko is usually a very gentle person, but she seems quite aggressive in this aspect. Maybe she will become a strict coach or teacher in the future?

Kasumigaoka gasped for breath, her mind wandering to these random thoughts. She braced herself with her hands to reduce the strain on her abdomen and carefully got up.

She had already reached the door, but after thinking about it, she turned back, went to Saeko's bedding, squatted down, and reached in to feel it carefully.

The blanket felt cool to the touch everywhere, with no warmth remaining.

So, Saeko must have been up for at least twenty or thirty minutes already.

Upon arriving at this point, Kasumigaoka sensed that something was amiss, but couldn't quite pinpoint the source of that feeling.

She walked out of the room, lost in thought.

There were people in the living room, and Kasumigaoka saw Yukino as soon as she stepped out of her room.

She seemed to have just gotten up, as evidenced by a wisp of hair sticking up on her head that she hadn't had time to comb.

Looking towards the courtyard, Yukino heard the sound of the door opening and turned her head to see Kasumigaoka.

Although they didn't get along very well, they still had to maintain a facade of peace because of the presence of Yuan Qianye in the middle and because they didn't want him to be caught in the middle.

Kasumigaoka had just raised his hand to say good morning to Yukino.

But Yukino put her index finger to her lips first, making a shushing gesture towards her.

Kasumigaoka frowned.

To be honest, given Yukino's usual aloof expression, this action felt rather impolite.

But Kasumigaoka quickly realized that Yukino's actions were not directed at her.

After Yukino finished this action, she turned her gaze back to the courtyard.

After understanding, Kasumigaoka quickly took two steps forward, his gaze passing over the obstructing wall, and his view opened up.

In the courtyard, on the wooden corridor on the outer side.

Yuan Qianye sat quietly cross-legged. There was a low table next to him with a pot of tea on it, and he was holding the teacup with both hands.