I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Mary Akai stood up with one hand on the pillow, took the cup of water, drank two gulps, and then lay down in the bed completely. She raised her hand and turned off the bedside lamp above her head.

In the darkness, Serabelle's voice came from beside the pillow.

"I remember that Sister Mary, you didn't drink water before going to bed."

"What can we do about it?"

It would have been better if she didn't mention it, but once she did, even Akai Mary's voice was filled with a hint of shame and annoyance.

She secretly kicked the thigh of someone next to her in the bed.

"Who told you to... I almost thought my throat was going to get stuck. To be honest, I still feel a sticky feeling in my esophagus now."

"My my..."

Serabelle expertly brought the British girl over and whispered her apology.

"Hmph, forget it."

Feeling the sense of inclusion brought by the familiar embrace, Akai Mary's usually cold and capable voice also took on a hint of laziness.

She was indeed a little tired, physically of course.

"But even if you didn't do anything with Zhenchun in these four days, she should have confessed something to you."

"……what?"

Serabell was stunned.

Although the sentence was framed as a question, the British girl's tone was unexpectedly firm.

"Isn't it? Hasn't she been staying in the same room with you in the hotel these days?"

"Probably... no?" Serabelle answered hesitantly.

"Really not?"

Akai Mari's voice rose slightly.

"Well, there is..."

Serabelle honestly recounted everything that had happened to Sera Masumi in the hotel room over the past few days.

Akai Mary listened to every word quietly, and then sighed softly.

"Sure enough, I knew it."

Uh?

Serabelle thought, could this also be predicted?

So Akai Mari spoke again, as if she had predicted his inner thoughts.

"Nothing, I just felt a little sad that a daughter is indeed the most like her mother. When you were not at home these few days, I sometimes imagined what you would do outside. I just didn't expect that Zhenchun's reaction would be almost the same as I expected."

"And according to what she said, if she can often hear the noises in our room at night, then she must have heard us in the bathroom for the past two hours..."

"Looking back on it this way, objectively speaking, I am really an over-the-top mother, letting my daughter sit next door and listen to the person she has admired since childhood and her mother talking about this and that."

Akai Mari paused here.

"Hearing what I said, do you feel a little sorry for Zhenchun? Do you want to go over and keep her company? Maybe she is tossing and turning in bed right now."

Serabelle: "..."

"Just a joke."

Noticing the boy's silence, Akai Mari seemed to laugh softly.

She reached out her hands from under the quilt, wrapped them around Serabelle's neck from the front, and moved closer to her ear.

"But since Zhenchun has said so, it's not impossible for me to give in a little bit..."

Chapter 438: Do you have the confidence to help your sister put on her kimono again?

Serabel did not directly tell Sera Masumi what Akai Mari said last night.

So time passed quickly and it was the next day.

Since he stayed in Osaka and Kyoto for four consecutive days, he didn't meet his "big sisters" for four whole days.

So even though she fought with Akai Mary until the early morning last night, Serabell still got up on time at eight o'clock the next morning, and arrived at Kudo's house in Beika-cho 2-chome at half past nine with the souvenirs she bought in Kyoto.

According to Serabelle's expectations, a lazy person like Yukiko would most likely still be lying in bed holding her cell phone at this point, in a state of "being awake but just not wanting to get up."

But when he used the key to open the door outside the entrance hall and entered, he unexpectedly found that the lights in the living room were on.

And an older girl was sitting on the sofa in the living room, concentrating on applying makeup on her face in front of a makeup mirror tilted upward at a 45-degree angle on the coffee table.

"Yukiko-sama?"

Serabelle called out tentatively in confusion.

Hearing the familiar and long-awaited voice, Yukiko, who had been putting on makeup to perfection and concentrating on it the previous second, suddenly looked up. After seeing the face of the person clearly, her eyes widened slightly, and she stood up from the sofa. A charming smile instantly blossomed on her half-made-up but still beautiful face.

"Bell! How come you suddenly have time to come here today?"

"Oh, a few days ago..."

Serabelle was about to open her mouth to explain, but before she could say the first words, the older girl quickly walked up to her, grabbed her neck with both hands, closed the distance between them, put on an extremely vicious tone, and began to shake her vigorously.

"Do you think I would say that? Huh? I don't know where you've been these days. Tell me the truth, have you been somewhere else to flirt with other girls?"

"How can there be..."

Serabelle shrugged innocently and raised the bag in her hand to gesture.

"I just went to Osaka with your son and his family a few days ago, and stayed in Kyoto for a few days. I also brought gifts with me."

"Hmm? With Shin-chan?"

When she heard that it was with her own son, Yukiko's attitude instantly slowed down.

She loosened her grip and nodded at the bag in Serabelle's hand.

"So what's in here?"

"The clothes, to be more precise, should be called yukata, I bought them at a famous clothing store in Kyoto."

Serabelle told the truth.

"A yukata...it's just a yukata."

Yukiko looked rather conflicted, as if she was a little happy, but also a little regretful.

After about two or three seconds, she shrugged like Serabelle.

"That's fine, but I can't spare the time to try it out right now. Leave it there for now while I finish my makeup."

"Oh, so Sister Yukiko, are you going out today?"

Serabelle obediently put the bag containing the "yukata" on the sofa aside, and followed the former to sit next to the big sofa.

Yukiko hummed, and while drawing with the eyeliner, she raised her delicate chin towards the lit screen of the phone on the table.

"It was around this afternoon. There was a program on Tokyo TV that wanted me to appear there. Actually, I didn't want to go, but my friend... well, my junior, I guess, asked me to go."

Junior?

Serabelle picked up the phone curiously and saw that the message was sent by an ID called "Yoko".

The name ends with "zi", it sounds like a female?

And the program description sent over is called "Yoko's Dinner", what the hell?

"What is this, a food show?"

"Hit it quickly~"

After drawing the last bit of eyeliner, Yukiko put down the eyeliner in her hand, turned around and smiled brightly at the boy next to her.

"How's it going? Does it look good?"

Ok……

Serabelle stared at it again and again, examining it for a while before slowly coming to a conclusion.

"It's OK. I feel no different from usual."

"Alas--"

Yukiko drew out the tone, raised her hand and tapped the boy's forehead lightly as a symbol.

"You are so bad at talking. You should say 'as beautiful as usual' at a time like this!"

Ah? Isn't that what it means?

Serabelle thought.

"But forget it. Everyone can give compliments, but the truth is precious. Since you are not good at speaking, I will just treat this as a sincere compliment."

Yukiko checked her makeup in the mirror and quickly packed up her makeup box. She raised her arm and pointed at the gift box that Serabel had placed on the sofa next to her, then hooked her finger.

It means asking Serabelle to help get it.

"……Give."

After taking the gift box, Yukiko turned sideways and took out a utility knife from the drawer of the cabinet placed against the armrest on the other side of the sofa. She pushed the blade a little bit, and then skillfully began to scratch along the box, and opened the box in no time.

Lying quietly inside was another kimono.

"..."

pat.

With a slight sound, the utility knife fell onto the coffee table.

Yukiko quickly picked up the entire kimono that was still sealed in the transparent plastic bag as if she had been electrocuted. She looked at it again and again as if she was afraid to confirm it. Finally, she believed that what she saw was the fact. She leaned back on the sofa and let out a long sigh of relief.

"You little brat, you're actually trying to play the game of first suppressing and then praising your sister..."

What?

Yukiko spoke so softly, almost whispering to herself, that even Serabel, who was sitting next to her, couldn't hear clearly.

Then he saw Yukiko stand up, holding the "yukata" in her hand, and walked upstairs.

"Wait a minute, I'll go change my clothes and try them on."

"…Do you need to go upstairs?"

A big question mark appeared above Serabelle's head.

The main reason was that in his opinion, he and Yukiko already knew each other very well, and he had kissed every inch of her body, not to mention having looked at it.

Is there anything to hide?

"Fool!"

Yukiko turned around and hit him on the head with the plastic bag containing the kimono.

"If I put them on one by one in front of you, you won't have that 'wow' feeling when you see them after they're all changed. Don't you understand?"

After saying that, she quickened her pace and went upstairs.

And Serabelle also began a long wait downstairs.

It was not until about twenty minutes later that light footsteps were heard on the large spiral staircase leading to the second floor above the living room.

Sitting on the sofa, Serabelle turned her head and looked towards the stairs, only to see an older girl who had already changed her clothes. Her long brown curly hair was tied up high into a ponytail behind her head. The neatly-dressed "yukata" wrapped around her body outlined her mature and tight curves. Her ancient-style outfit made her look like a shrine maiden in film and television works.

Yukiko walked down the stairs step by step, slowly came to sit next to Serabel with an indescribable smile on her lips, and while moving closer, she hooked the boy's chin with the tip of her index finger, and her voice was deliberately low and sexy.

"Little guy, do you have the confidence to help your sister put on her kimono again?"

Chapter 439 This is my cheating partner~

What a coincidence, since these few days happened to be Yukiko's dangerous period of the month, all the safety measures were taken during the battle in the morning.

As a result, the fact that Akai Mary had emptied most of the bullets in the magazine last night was forgotten.

“Heh… uh…”

Still in the living room of Kudo's house, the deeply satisfied Yukiko was breathing softly, with one hand covering her kimono which had become a little loose and messy after the intense exercise, and with the other hand carefully throwing the used umbrellas on the table into the trash can one by one.