Hikigaya, the Son-in-law of Three Surnames

After saying that, he walked towards the calligraphy art museum. Qingxue felt strange when she saw Xiangzi didn't follow him, but she didn't care too much.

A calligraphy and art gallery may not have anything, but there must be a place to copy scriptures. Therefore, I followed Hachiman to a room paved with wooden boards. It was probably prepared in advance. There was only a low table in the room, on which were placed a sutra, writing brush, ink and a stack of white paper.

After all, she was a lady from a prominent family. Qingxue was very good at calligraphy. When she had nothing to do, she would write a few strokes and put them in her room for appreciation. Therefore, there was no problem for her to copy the scriptures.

Hachiman slowly sat down in front of the table and said, "Okay, come over and start."

Qingxue was a little confused. Did he want her to watch him copy? She was not so thin-skinned that she would not be able to write if he stared at her, so she sat down opposite him.

But Hachiman shook his head and said, "Sit over there, disciple. Come and sit on your lap."

"You...what nonsense are you talking about? How can you copy scriptures on your thighs?" Qingxue protested of course.

Hachiman said as a matter of course: "Why can't you copy it while sitting on your lap? How about I sit on your lap and copy it for you to see?"

"Why do I have to copy it on your thigh? Can't I do it like this now?"

But Hachiman shook his head and said, "I want to train your concentration. Focus on copying the scriptures and harass me. No, only by not thinking about external things can you achieve Buddhahood."

Qingxue twitched her lips and said, "You just thought of this."

Hachiman was getting a little impatient, patted his legs and said, "Stop talking nonsense, come here quickly, if you don't listen to me, I will spank you until your butt is bruised."

Qingxue took two steps reluctantly, only to find that Xiangzi was leaning against the door, looking at the two of them with a half-smile, very teasingly. Qingxue's cheeks immediately turned red.

However, Qingxue still sat on Hachiman's lap in the end, and her heart began to beat very violently. Such an intimate look was naturally very ambiguous to outsiders, and her "training clothes" at this time exposed a lot of skin, which directly touched Hachiman's skin through a thin layer of monk's robe, making her feel a little awkward when sitting there.

"Okay, let's start copying the scriptures." Hachiman said softly in her ear.

But this sound seemed to tickle Qingxue's heart through her ears, making her feel very uncomfortable and she cursed this damn lewd monk in her heart.

Finally, when she picked up the brush and dipped it in ink to write, Hachiman whispered in her ear again: "Your sweat smell is very strong, I like it very much."

Chapter 44 Chapter

"Your sweat smells very strong, I like it very much."

Hachiman's nose breathed gently on Qingxue's goose-neck jade neck, greedily absorbing the other's breath. Compared with her usual pampered life, Qingxue at this moment had less body fragrance due to a lot of exercise, and more of the complex smell of body odor mixed with sweat, which was slightly sour, but made the man love her without hesitation.

The heavy breath sprayed on Qingxue's neck, making her feel itchy, especially what Hachiman said, which made the pen dipped in ink in her hand draw a heavy stroke. A woman, especially a woman like Qingxue who was usually graceful and elegant, would never let the smell of her sweat be smelled by others, even her husband and children. But in this special situation, she encountered such a scoundrel, making Qingxue want to struggle but feel powerless.

"You idiot, I am your elder." For some reason, Qingxue spoke with a strong nasal tone at this moment, which sounded more like coquettishness.

"There are only disciples here now, no elders. Be good and focus on the scriptures, otherwise I will punish you." Hachiman continued to breathe in Qingxue's ear. Her meaningless struggles only made her skin stick closer to Hachiman's.

Qingxue's cheeks were flushed red, whether because of embarrassment or some other reason. Her eyes were filled with spring water and she was biting her teeth, looking extremely charming.

"Don't... move..." She sounded like a warning and a plea, her strength and weakness were fully displayed in one sentence.

She held the pen in her hand, but it was trembling slightly. Her usual iron-like and silver-like strokes were now like drunken dragons and snakes. Even though she wanted to concentrate, she could feel the temperature of the man under her through her thin clothes, not to mention his absolutely restless hands.

Xiangzi, who was standing at the door, was so surprised that she was stunned. She didn't expect that copying scriptures could be played in this way. What an immoral and shameful game it was.

"I told you not to move... around..." Qingxue's trembling body couldn't stand Hachiman's harassment anymore, so she warned him again.

But the next moment, she felt a wet breath on her neck, which made her scalp tingle.

After tasting it carefully, Hachiman said softly, "It tastes a bit salty."

Qingxue felt her body becoming soft and her breathing becoming rapid.

"Will you...let me copy the scriptures...?" Her tone was inexplicably soft and pleading.

Yukinoshita Kiyoyuki, Yukinoshita Kiyoyuki, how did you end up like this?

"You copy yours and I play mine. Isn't it good that we have nothing to do with each other?" Hachiman said shamelessly.

These words that refreshed Qingxue's bottom line stunned her. What do you mean by "I'll just play my own game"?

Qingxue was about to leave, but she found that Hachiman's hands were like two powerful pliers, and any attempt she made to leave would be firmly stopped.

"Xiang...Xiangzi!" Qingxue had no choice but to ask her dear sister for help, but this girl just smiled faintly.

"Just have fun, I won't disturb you anymore. I'm going to order some afternoon tea and take a break." Xiangzi said indifferently.

Then Fujiwara Kaori really closed the door and went to the corridor outside. She opened her mobile phone and used the food delivery app to order a cup of milk tea, Daifuku dumplings and other snacks.

About half an hour later, the delivery guy delivered the order to Xiangzi, who was surprised to find that the food was actually ordered from the Calligraphy Library in Xinshengji Temple.

After the delivery guy left, Xiangzi took out a novel titled "Five to Nine - The Domineering Monk Fell in Love with Me" and read it with great gusto. Even though she loved books, she was not picky about romance novels and would insist on reading to the end no matter how bloody the plot was.

She took a sip of hot milk tea and then swallowed down a cool cup of Daifuku. The cool spring breeze blew through her hair through the corridor, like the whisper of a lover. For Xiangzi, it was still a wonderful day with books.

But her sister obviously didn't think so. Just as the sun was about to set, Qingxue came to her side without her knowing when. She first ate her grass dumplings and daifuku, and then drank up her milk tea. Xiangzi couldn't help but frowned and said, "Sister, if you are hungry, just tell me directly, and I will order another takeout for you."

"Xiangzi~" The low murmur with resentment sounded like it came from hell, and then Qingxue pinched Xiangzi's neck.

"Why did you leave by yourself? Don't you know how that guy humiliated me? This is my shame and also the shame of the Fujiwara family." Qingxue said with resentment.

Xiangzi was like a puppet, with her sister shaking her head constantly. She said, "Sister, are you sweating again? You smell so sweaty now."

Suddenly, Qingxue's cheeks turned red again, and Xiangzi said naturally: "It turns out that you are having a lot of fun."

"No, he tortured me to death. Now my legs and hands are weak... I was talking about copying scriptures!" Qingxue corrected.

"Ah, did we talk about anything other than copying scriptures?" Xiangzi said with a chuckle.

Qingxue glared at her again, Xiangzi smiled but said nothing. After the two of them confronted each other for a while, Xiangzi said, "Speaking of which, I found that the hot spring here can still be used. Sister, don't you want to try it?"

When Qingxue heard about hot springs, she was immediately excited. The main reason was that she was too tired today and was covered in sweat. What she wanted most now was to wash her body and take a comfortable hot bath.

But she curled her lips and said, "It's not like I can do whatever I want..."

Before she could finish her words, the bald man appeared, and Xiangzi told Hachiman about the hot spring. As a result, no one knew what happened in the calligraphy room, and now Hachiman was very easy to talk to.

"No problem. I am very satisfied with your performance today. Let's stop here for today's training. I will prepare dinner."

Hachiman glanced at Qingxue with a somewhat unserious look. It would have been fine if he hadn't looked at her, but as soon as he looked at her, Qingxue's legs began to tremble again.

After a suggestive look, Hachiman turned around and collected firewood to prepare for cooking.

Xiangzi also stood up and said, "I didn't expect that sister is so hardworking. I really didn't expect that. Just now I saw that she looked reluctant. From the look on Hachiman-kun's face, he should be quite satisfied."

Qingxue's neck and ears turned red, and she cursed in a low voice: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

As a result, Xiangzi said in surprise: "Hey, aren't you talking about your calligraphy? I guess it's very good. Hachiman-kun looks very satisfied."

Qingxue pursed her lips and confirmed once again that she would never be a match for her sister in the two areas of sarcasm and sharp tongue.

Chapter 45 Chapter

Crash.

The sound of running water pouring from the small wooden barrel made Qingxue shiver in comfort. Washing the body after a whole day of intense labor was undoubtedly a process of cleansing the soul. Although she knew that Hachiman was talking nonsense, she somewhat understood what he meant by a healthy soul residing in a healthy body.

After cleaning her body, Qingxue came to the small artificial hot spring pool wearing a bath towel. Xiangzi, who had finished cleaning her body earlier than Qingxue, had already entered.

Perhaps because of the bath, Xiangzi rarely tied up her long black hair, revealing her white neck. She closed her eyes and enjoyed herself, looking like a virtuous wife.

This statement is somewhat misleading. After all, Xiangzi is indeed a real wife, although her husband has passed away due to illness.

Unlike Xiangzi who was still wearing a white bath towel, Xiangzi was soaking in the hot spring naked. Qingxue carefully walked along the small stone steps in the water to test the water temperature for a while, then slowly immersed her whole body in the water.

Perhaps because it was too comfortable, she couldn't help but let out a low moan, feeling that all the hard work today was worth it.

"The hot spring is amazing." Qingxue couldn't help but say.

"Sister, why are you still wearing a white bath towel? There's no one peeping here." Xiangzi gently washed her cheeks with water.

"That's hard to say, that guy has no taboos." Qingxue couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth.

"What does it matter? It's not like other people haven't seen it." Xiangzi slowly approached Qingxue.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Be careful or I'll hit you." Qingxue raised her hand to threaten.

"That's how you threatened me when we were little and you didn't want me to climb trees with you." The vengeful lady chuckled and said.

"It's really amazing that you still remember such a trivial thing." Qingxue shook her head.

"Because it's not a disgusting memory, I still remember it now." Xiangzi's dark eyes looked straight at Qingxue.

Perhaps because the water was too hot, Qingxue's cheeks felt slightly hot, just like being slightly tipsy after drinking.

The next moment, Xiangzi slowly untied Qingxue's white bath towel and let it float in the water. The two sisters met each other frankly after a long time.

"Sister." Xiangzi said softly.

"What, what?" Qingxue felt that the atmosphere was a little strange for some reason.

"Do you still have nightmares every night?" Xiangzi asked.

After hearing this, Qingxue first lowered her head slightly and gurgled a few times at the hot spring water before saying, "It's actually much better than before, and I'm more or less used to it now."

"It's not good to get used to this kind of thing." Xiangzi said bluntly.

Qingxue gave a faint bitter smile. If she wasn't used to it, what could she do? "But today, I should be able to get a good night's sleep."

Physical fatigue may prevent nightmares from invading.

"Perhaps this is Hikigaya-kun's purpose, the morning training." Although it cannot be denied that some men want to take advantage, perhaps he wants to help Qingxue in this way.

"Hmph, what happened in the morning was still understandable, but what happened in the afternoon? That guy is simply, simply..." For a moment, Qingxue didn't know how to describe that devilish guy.

"Well, in a sense, it's also exercise." Xiangzi said softly, but Qingxue kicked her in the butt underwater.

"Instead of this, it would be better to let him sleep with me..." Having said this, Qingxue shut up again, realizing that she had said something wrong.

The meaning was very clear, and Xiangzi also understood that among all the methods Qingxue had tried, only when she snuggled up to Hachiman to sleep would she not be attacked by nightmares.

Qingxue knew that this was just a psychological dependence, but there was nothing she could do. Qingxue gently splashed water into the sky. The moonlight was beautiful tonight.

"But, that's enough. It's time to wake up. Yukino is also getting married."

Xiangzi could actually feel Qingxue's sadness in her eyes, and she couldn't help but sigh.

"Is it really possible, sister? Without Hachiman-kun, your illness..."

"Don't say that, Xiangzi, I did wrong before, because I had no other choice and no one else to rely on at that time. However, this is not a reason for me to continue stealing Yukino's happiness." Qingxue smiled slowly, and clear water slowly slid down her cheeks.

"Is that so? Then I won't be friends with him either." Xiangzi nodded gently.

As a result, Qingxue was stunned for a moment: "What's wrong with you? What does this have to do with you?"

Xiangzi said calmly: "It was you who introduced Hachiman-kun to me, and I got in touch with him because I trusted your judgment."

But since you have decided this, sister, I will leave him too.

Hachiman: ???

"Are you an idiot? What nonsense are you talking about? How can you give up your own happiness so easily?" Qingxue asked.

Finally, it was Xiangzi's turn to show a faint bitter smile: "Sister has to consider Yukino-chan's happiness, and I also have to consider Shiyu's happiness."

Although until now that guy still refuses to call me mom.

"We two sisters are really idiots." Qingxue said coldly.

"Who says it's not true? But it's not so bad to have a happy time, right?"

So, in the midst of this inexplicable realization, Hikigaya Hachiman became the biggest loser.

After the two women came out, he happily prepared a delicious dinner for them. Of course, no one told him about the two sisters' decision.

Late at night, Qingxue and Xiangzi slept in the same room, with their quilts placed on the tatami. On the starless night, the chirping of insects and frogs filled the ears.

After a tiring day, Qingxue went to bed early after dinner. Beads of sweat gradually appeared on her forehead, and her originally relaxed expression gradually became tense.

"....Because, you are just a tool for me to bear children..."

"I never thought....you would dare to have someone kill me, and kill your own husband..."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha......."

In the nightmare, the voice that had been haunting Qingxue kept ringing. Suddenly, she opened her eyes, and the night was as dark as countless other nights.

Next to her was the sound of her sister sleeping peacefully. Qingxue breathed softly. Although she was awake, the voice beside her ear was still ringing. If she looked in the mirror, she must have looked very ugly at this moment.

Unexpectedly, even making her body so tired had no effect. The guilt of planning to murder her husband with the help of others still haunted her.

She slowly got out of bed, left the room, and stood in front of Hachiman's door.

"What a loser," she whispered.

She expressed her determination like that while taking a bath, but when she had the nightmare, the first person she thought of was Hachiman.