In the time loop, I do whatever I want

According to what she found out, the exact words of the yakuza members who participated in the fight were: "I don't quite remember why we were fighting. It seems like someone encouraged us to do it? Anyway, I had a lot of fun fighting and I was really into it, and that's enough."

The police have not released this information to this day. They are well aware that if the media knew these inside stories, who knows what kind of stories they would make up.

That's why Mrs. Yukinoshita couldn't forget this incident.

Now that Fushimi Makoto was asking her to get the documents, a thought immediately popped into her mind: Is this guy going to incite the yakuza members in Osaka to beat people up again?

With other people around, Mrs. Yukinoshita didn't voice her true feelings; she only verbally agreed.

Around 10 p.m., Makoto Fushimi was urged by Sayuri Sawamura to cook a nice meal.

The three beautiful women were very satisfied with their meal.

“Acheng is right, good food really can bring happiness. But I’ll have to reduce the number of times I visit you in the future,” Sawamura Sayuri suddenly changed her tone.

Yukino was puzzled: "If you think it's delicious, why do you come less often?"

Sawamura Sayuri touched her stomach and sighed, "Managing your figure is very important. You, a young girl, would never understand such worries."

Yukino lowered her head silently.

In fact, she could understand what the other person meant, which was simply that the older a person gets, the easier it is for them to gain weight if they don't pay attention to their figure.

Yukino had seen this happen among her mother's friends; some people seemed to never gain weight when they were young, always maintaining a slim figure. But as they got older, their originally slender bodies gradually became obese.

Because Sayuri Sawamura was an elder, Yukino didn't refute her.

After the three women finished bathing, Yukino went to Fushimi Makoto's bedroom to rest, while the other two beautiful women slept in the guest room.

As for Makoto Fushimi, he naturally spent the night on the sofa.

Although he kept thinking about what time would be the most suitable for his night raid on the adorable second young lady...

As night fell, the house was quiet. Fushimi Makoto took a shower, leaned back on the sofa, and opened the group chat. As expected, Aota and his group were still awake and sending emojis in the group.

Suddenly, there was a noise from the guest room. Fushimi Seiichi turned his head and saw Mrs. Yukinoshita, wrapped in a bathrobe, come out.

Sawamura Sayuri's idea of ​​staying overnight was too sudden, so of course neither of them had any spare clothes.

Although they could have someone deliver the clothes, Mrs. Yukinoshita felt that since she was resting at her junior's house, it was better if as few people as possible knew about this.

Sayuri Sawamura also agreed with her best friend's idea.

At this moment, the clean bathrobe completely covered the beautiful woman's body, revealing only her smooth, jade-like calves, with no excess skin visible.

As Fushimi Makoto watched her approach, he casually asked, "You haven't rested yet?"

"Didn't you want information about the Sakai family? I'll send it to you now." Mrs. Yukinoshita took out her phone.

Fushimi Makoto chuckled softly, “The fact that you’re giving me this information at this particular time means you definitely have something else to say, something that you can’t let them know.”

Mrs. Yukinoshita smiled noncommittally. She didn't intend to sit down for a chat. While sending the documents to Makoto Fushimi's email address, she asked, "What are you planning to do this time?"

Makoto Fushimi: "I haven't decided yet."

Mrs. Yukinoshita's chest seemed to heave faster: "If I remember correctly, you said something similar last time."

"Then you must have remembered it wrong."

"So, you're going to keep what you're planning from me again?"

"I really haven't decided yet."

Fushimi Makoto almost laughed.

Judging from her attitude, it seems like my instigation of the yakuza members to fight last time has left her with psychological trauma?

Unfortunately, her face didn't change much. If she could make a strange expression like Yukino, that would be quite interesting.

"I'll believe you for now." Mrs. Yukinoshita unconsciously raised her hand to brush a strand of hair away, the hair releasing a captivating fragrance.

Her face looks really young.

Of course, she also has a very youthful figure.

As Fushimi Makoto inhaled the intoxicating fragrance, he couldn't help but recall something: "Speaking of which, do you still have the outfit that Aunt Sayuri picked out for you last time?"

Mrs. Yukinoshita, who had been calm and composed, suddenly froze.

The next second, she said in a completely emotionless voice, "I've already thrown it away."

Fushimi Makoto sighed, "Those wicked rich people! They just throw away a perfectly good set of clothes like that. They're so wasteful."

Mrs. Yukinoshita looked at her expressionlessly: "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

Oh, you even know that line?

Fushimi Makoto found it amusing, but he managed to control his expression and continued to sigh, "I just think it's a pity. Such a beautiful dress, even if you don't wear it, you could give it to me..."

"For Little Lily?" For some reason, the warmth in her voice seemed to drop.

Fushimi Makoto shook his head and said, "I mean, you can give me the clothes. After all, I can tell that the outfit is quite expensive. I know where there are shops that specialize in buying back expensive clothes like that."

So you want to exchange my clothes for pocket money?

Mrs. Yukinoshita put away her phone, seemingly not in a hurry to go back. She walked over, poured herself a glass of water, took a sip, and placed the glass on the coffee table in front of the sofa where Makoto Fushimi was sitting.

Her seemingly relaxed demeanor, however, sent a dangerous signal through the quiet living room.

So Fushimi Makoto sat up, his posture extremely proper.

Mrs. Yukinoshita raised her delicate eyebrows: "What's this?"

Fushimi Makoto: "I sense that you are not very sleepy, and since you have something particularly important to you, I will simply sit here and wait for your interrogation."

The corners of her mouth slowly turned up: "The word 'interrogation' is quite apt, but if I actually asked, would you tell the truth?"

"meeting."

"Really?"

"Telling only half the truth is still the truth."

"As expected." Mrs. Yukinoshita sneered.

Fushimi Makoto: "Why do I feel like you can see right through me? This is really troublesome."

“I have more social experience and more knowledge than you, so why can’t I see through your thoughts?” She crossed her arms, her face cold and aloof, staring down at Fushimi Makoto’s face.

That's truly queenly!

Fushimi Makoto, with an air of arrogance, said, "You're right, but I can see right through you."

Mrs. Yukinoshita gave a half-smile: "Give it a try."

Seiya Fushimi copied her posture, crossing his arms over his chest and raising his head high.

He suddenly put on an impersonation show late at night, and Mrs. Yukinoshita couldn't help but feel like laughing.

The two remained in this "stalemate" for ten seconds before Fushimi Makoto suddenly sighed, "It seems my ability to read people's expressions is still lacking."

"You're giving up already? I remember you're someone who loves to improve and likes to do everything to the best of your ability." A beautiful smile finally appeared on her face.

"Of course I didn't admit defeat, it's just that my brain was overworked and my head is a little hot. Let me drink some water to calm down."

After finishing speaking, Fushimi Makoto picked up the water glass on the coffee table and took a sip.

Mrs. Yukinoshita glared with angry eyes, her fair hands almost clenched into fists.

Fushimi Makoto feigned ignorance and said, "A fist the size of a sandbag? Impressive, impressive."

She turned and left without saying a word, her face stern.

But she hadn't taken two steps when, recalling their conversation, her eyes unconsciously curved into a charming smile.

Chapter 321 A female ghost, it's a female ghost!

As the clock struck 12:30, apart from Fushimi Makoto's breathing in the living room, no other sounds could be heard.

He first glanced in the direction of the guest room, and after his senses covered the area, he found that the two people inside were breathing evenly, clearly asleep.

Night raid plan, activated!

Makoto Fushimi had just left the sofa and put on his slippers to go find Yukino when he sensed a faint sound coming from the master bedroom.

That was the sound of someone getting out of bed and putting on slippers.

Ok?

Has she not slept at all?

So now it's her turn to ambush me at night?

Makoto Fushimi quickly returned to the sofa, leaned back, and closed his eyes.

Almost the instant he closed his eyes, the bedroom door was carefully opened.

He opened his eyes a crack and saw Yukino, wrapped in a bathrobe, walking towards him.

Even though she didn't use the light from her phone and there were no other lights around, she managed to walk over calmly in the dark.

She even avoided the tables and chairs in the dark.

Fushimi Makoto then realized something: she had memorized the location of everything in my house all along.

Things are getting interesting.

As Yukino approached him, the fragrance emanating from the girl, mixed with that familiar scent of her hair, wafted into his nostrils.

Such a fragrance is undoubtedly very tempting on this late night.

Fushimi Makoto wanted to know what Yukino was going to do, so he pretended to be asleep and didn't open his eyes.

To his surprise, Yukino stood right in front of him, neither speaking nor moving, as if scrutinizing his sleeping face in the darkness.

Nearly a minute passed before Fushimi Makoto couldn't hold back any longer. He opened his eyes and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

As he spoke, he picked up his phone, providing a light source for the two of them.

Yukino's lips curled up, her beautiful smile seeming smug: "So you can't keep up the act anymore?"

"Huh? How did you know?"

"That's what my gut feeling tells me."

Yukino calmly patted his pants, signaling him to move aside.

As Yukino sat down next to him on the sofa, the fragrance emanating from the girl became even stronger and more alluring.

"Your intuition is really amazing." Makoto Fushimi shook his head with amusement, realizing that he had actually been tricked by Yukino.

Yukino, who was too in sync with him, naturally understood what he meant, and her smile widened: "I didn't actually notice that you were pretending to be asleep, but based on your personality and your work habits, I guessed that you were probably not asleep."

"Work habits?"

"Is that so strange? Given your habits, wouldn't you have come to find me while everyone else was asleep, given such a good opportunity?"

“I never said that,” Fushimi Makoto denied.

"Stubborn to the end."

Yukino made a sarcastic remark, slowly shuffling off her slippers, and lifting her slender, snow-white feet to step onto the sofa.

She wrapped her arms around her knees, rested her delicate, flawless face on them, and tilted her head to look at Fushimi Makoto.

This pose doubled her cuteness!

However, the mocking smile on her face clashed with her cuteness.

She laughed and said, "You played with my leg so pervertedly before, and then I suddenly stayed here tonight. I don't believe you didn't have any ulterior motives."

"So you've been reasoning in your head since dinner time?" Makoto Fushimi asked, expressing his admiration.

"It's not reasoning, it's a simple conjecture."

"Oh, I thought I'd have to call you Miss Detective from now on."

"This name sounds like children playing house, which might be too childish for a kid, but it's just right for you."

She was so aggressive tonight!

Should we torture her severely?

Fushimi Makoto was pondering it.

As if sensing something, Yukino twitched her small, jade-like feet, her round, adorable toes twitching slightly. She said with utmost vigilance, "Let me warn you, if you dare to have any perverted thoughts, I will definitely kick you."

So Fushimi Makoto's gaze moved from her lovely face and settled on her cute little feet.