They all have hidden attributes!

Makoto Takahashi turned around and saw Reiko Kashima carrying a wooden tray as she walked in, quietly placing breakfast on a low wooden table, trying her best not to make any noise that might disturb him.

Today, she maintained her usual neutral and aloof style, wearing a loose-fitting black waffle-patterned sweatshirt and gray wide-leg pants. Her already average figure, combined with her unique wolf-tail short hair, gave her a peculiar allure.

Makoto Takahashi skillfully cut out a piece of canvas, fixed it in place, turned around and walked to the low wooden table, where he sat cross-legged directly on the tatami mat.

Kashima Reiko sat down opposite him, picked up the pitcher of cold water, and poured it into the glass next to him: "The Uesugi family transferred 300 million US dollars to your account this morning."

Undoubtedly, this was the price for the painting, which was a bit too little compared to the price of "Fireworks." However, Makoto Takahashi didn't intend to take it too seriously. Besides, "Fireworks" was an entry for the competition and also his most famous work. The Uesugi family's $300 million was essentially a free profit from their fame.

"Here, take it all. I don't have much to spend money on." He picked up the salad dressing and poured it over the golden-brown surface of the omelet rice.

The sweet and sour aroma spread instantly, making people involuntarily swallow.

“I don’t lack money, and I was originally planning to share some with you.” Kashima Reiko picked up the bamboo chopsticks, her calm voice revealing no emotion.

"Are you serious?" Takahashi Makoto looked up at her with a puzzled expression.

Kashima Reiko nodded calmly. Her delicate features and emotionless expression reminded him of the clear, cool river water in the mountains on an autumn day.

Today, let's draw the mountains of Izu.

Makoto Takahashi picked up his chopsticks and silently began to eat his breakfast. Seeing him enjoying it so much, Reiko Kashima finally breathed a sigh of relief, picked up her glass, and swallowed a mouthful of water.

She never had any grand ambitions. She worked steadily at Lijian's house, rested in her own house during holidays, and saved almost all the money she earned to prepare for possible future risks. She lived a peaceful life like this.

Before meeting Makoto Takahashi, Reiko Kashima had never thought about dating or marriage. Relationships meant that they had nothing to do with the stability she valued, so she preferred to remain friends with Sachi Tachimi for life.

For Reiko Kashima, her current situation is practically the perfect life.

She didn't need to consider anything; it didn't affect her loyalty to Miyuki, and she could wholeheartedly help Makoto Takahashi. This kind of secure three-person relationship perfectly met her requirements.

It's fine to just let things slide, because either Tachimi Yuki or Takahashi Makoto will eventually get fed up with it.

Kashima Reiko's requirements aren't high. Just having breakfast alone with someone she likes in this warm atmosphere makes her heart pound and her mind go blank, even though she's usually expressionless.

After a long silence, Kashima Reiko finally brought up some trivial topics.

"I need to go grocery shopping later, the fridge is empty."

She didn't know why she suddenly brought this up; she just felt it was necessary to say something and talk to Makoto Takahashi, so she spoke up and longed for his response.

"I'll go with you."

Makoto Takahashi picked up a thinly sliced ​​lettuce with his chopsticks, put it in his mouth, and said as he ate, "The cultural festival of the private Chikuyama Gakuin is not over yet today."

What to do with the painting?

"It's ok."

"it is good."

Even with such a simple conversation, Kashima Reiko felt a sense of satisfaction.

Beneath her long eyelashes, her emerald eyes shone with a bright, translucent light.

After breakfast, the two left through the back door of the hot spring inn. Besides visiting the cultural festival and a local supermarket, they also went shopping together.

Carrying various ingredients into a luxury store might seem strange, but it won't affect your shopping experience.

Makoto Takahashi carefully selected a watch as a gift for Reiko Kashima and asked her to help him save money. Reiko Kashima agreed without hesitation, and then turned around and kept slapping her cheeks with both hands.

Hearing the crisp "snap" sound, Makoto Takahashi suddenly found her excessively cute.

After all, Kashima Reiko is only a second-year student at Tsurumizawa High School. Speaking of this, she is even more timid and doesn't act like a third-year senior at all.

After lunch, Makoto Takahashi began to concentrate on painting.

Kashima Reiko stayed with him in the Japanese-style room. After watching a documentary for a while with headphones on, she took her phone, which had run out of battery, to charge and then started reading the light novel he had just bought yesterday.

The two exchanged brief conversations only once in a long while, and Makoto Takahashi really enjoyed the relaxed atmosphere when he was alone with Reiko Kashima.

Even if the two of them don't talk or do anything together, just being together and feeling the breeze passing by is very comfortable.

Night falls earlier in the mountains of Izu than in Tokyo. The deep red sky had just begun to tinge with purple when Kashima Reiko had already gone downstairs to the kitchen.

When Makoto Takahashi finished his oil painting and went to the kitchen, he saw her washing the kitchen knife, drying it, and putting it away in the knife rack.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Noticing him approaching, Kashima Reiko turned around to offer her congratulations, then put the marinated meat from the container into the refrigerator, presumably for tomorrow's breakfast.

"The main dish for dinner is beef stew with tomatoes."

"it is good."

Makoto Takahashi walked behind her and placed his hands on Reiko Kashima's waist. The two had actually kept their distance all day, allowing their bodies to gradually adjust.

Or perhaps it was a deliberate separation that allowed the desire to grow stronger and stronger, reaching its peak after nightfall.

Kashima Reiko's head is positioned below Takahashi Makoto's neck. From this angle, her small breasts and body are completely hidden, yet there is a strange feeling about her.

Makoto Takahashi slipped his hands under the hem of his clothes, touching the smooth skin. His palms rested on his sides, where he could clearly feel the firm lines of his abs.

"Lengzi, the outline of your abs is almost showing."

Women's abs are several times harder to develop than men's, making their sexy bodies irresistible.

"Hmm, it's better after a meal."

Kashima Reiko stared blankly at the stew pot, her well-behaved features showing no sign of shyness, which was also quite charming.

Dinner was again served in the room on the second floor. After dinner, Kashima Reiko tidied up the table as usual, went downstairs to clean up the dishes, and after returning and making the bed, she said to Takahashi Makoto, who was reading a light novel, "I'm going to take a shower."

Makoto Takahashi nodded, his attention completely elsewhere than to the light novel he had been eagerly anticipating. His gaze swept over the clearly printed text, but he didn't absorb any information whatsoever.

As his rational anticipation waned, the minute hand of his watch on his left wrist ticked down for about 10 minutes, and Takahashi Makoto couldn't wait to go downstairs.

I'm not taking a shower anymore, it's too much trouble.

He took off his clothes in the changing room and walked towards the hot spring. As soon as he entered, he saw a beautiful figure in the mist.

Kashima Reiko wasn't in the water. She was sitting on the smooth bluestone by the pool, wearing a simple black swimsuit, waiting. Her snow-white legs kicked the water surface, splashing water and making a wet sound.

Makoto Takahashi tiptoed over and slowly reached out to hug her from behind. Just as he reached out his hands to hug her, Reiko Kashima turned around alertly and slid directly into the water.

thump--

The water surface rippled.

Want to run?

Makoto Takahashi decisively followed into the hot spring, embraced Reiko Kashima, placed her on his lap, and held her tightly in his arms.

She was not used to such close contact, and her body stiffened instantly. Before she could adjust, her usually calm and composed turquoise eyes became panicked.

"Um, don't do anything reckless."

Kashima Reiko grabbed Takahashi Makoto's hand and whispered in a tone clearly tinged with embarrassment and annoyance, "Take your hand away."

Her fair, pinkish ears trembled slightly. Even though he was soaking in the water, Makoto Takahashi felt parched and lowered his head to breathe in the refreshing, sweet orange scent from her hair.

Kashima Reiko had no choice but to cover her chest to prevent him from attacking her. Through her chest cavity, she could feel her heart beating fast and rapid.

A cool breeze blew by, pushing away the mist that clung to the water's surface, revealing the clean spring water and the girl's pale skin.

Makoto Takahashi embraced Reiko Kashima, gently kneading her slender waist with his hands, and leaned down to kiss her sweet face from behind.

A warm atmosphere enveloped them silently. After a while, Kashima Reiko's tense body relaxed, and she nestled softly into his arms.

My mind gradually calmed down.

"Reiko, let's go to Higashi-Izu tomorrow."

"Back to Tokyo, eh—"

When she answered incorrectly, Kashima Reiko raised her neck, her toes clenched together, and covered her mouth tightly.

Makoto Takahashi grinned mischievously and bit the back of her neck, continuing, "Or go to Minami-Izu, the Shirahama coast..."

"Ugh, back to Tokyo." Kashima Reiko pressed her legs together, her voice trembling slightly.

"You can stay another night; Tianchengling isn't far."

"..."

"The Dancing Girl of Izu mentions that they stayed in the hot spring town at night."

"..."

"Actually, I still prefer Higashi Izu, where you can choose an open-air hot spring with a sea view."

Faced with Makoto Takahashi's coercion, Reiko Kashima turned around and stared at him with her moist, emerald eyes, her gaze filled with reproach.

Seeing her pink lips move slightly as if she were muttering something, Makoto Takahashi leaned closer and heard an alluring voice that was completely different from her usual one.

"Tomorrow, I must... go back to Tokyo. No, no... stay here."

Kashima Reiko's expression clearly conveyed unease. Takahashi Makoto took a deep breath, calmed down, and suppressed his wicked thoughts, lifting her soft body into his arms.

Back in the room, Kashima Reiko's shy demeanor suddenly vanished. She cupped his face in her hands and, during the kiss, naturally moved upwards.

......

Kashima Reiko suffered a complete and utter defeat.

Holding her in the arms of the person she loved, feeling the burning heat along her spine, she was powerless to resist. Her usually calm and serene blue eyes became as sweet and sticky as syrup.

The trembling voice was clearly encouraging him; he was somewhat delirious and confused, his hands only focused on hugging and covering his mouth, and for some reason, he agreed to all sorts of unreasonable demands.

I took a break along the way, but it felt like I hadn't left the house for a long time. Before I knew it, my sense of time had become blurred.

When the faint pink hearts that had been shimmering in her eyes faded, Kashima Reiko came to her senses. She was already sitting in the car back to Tokyo, on Takahashi Makoto's lap.

The car window was filled with the colorful flashes of neon lights and a cacophony of noise.

The black sedan turned onto the main road and drove smoothly for more than ten minutes before stopping in front of an apartment building in Toyodo Ward.

Kashima Reiko climbed out of the car, her back aching and her steps unsteady. She turned back and glared at Takahashi Makoto with displeasure.

She was supposed to return to Tokyo the next day, but she has been delayed until now, and it's not her main house in Tachimi or her house in Jiyugaoka, but Makoto Takahashi's apartment.

"Mayo has left dinner for you."

Makoto Takahashi raised his hands, indicating that he would behave himself tonight: "I can sleep on the sofa, and I've been keeping in touch with Sachi. Your vacation lasts until next week."

He hadn't expected Kashima Reiko to be so absent-minded, getting a little carried away with the fun.

"Work won't be reduced because of vacation." Kashima Reiko said expressionlessly, her teeth clenched, looking anything but obedient compared to when she was nestled in his arms.