I'm in a crossover anime world, and I've been transported to Hogwarts twice.

She quickly lowered her head, twirling the ends of her brown hair with her fingers to hide her discomfort, but her shoulders shrugged slightly, as if she was trying to hold back something.

Seeing Yukino's undisguised contempt and Mahiru's barely suppressed laughter, Genichi Hanyu knew that his attempt at clowning had completely failed.

He awkwardly touched his nose, wondering if he should try a different strategy.

Yukino Yukinoshita suddenly withdrew her oppressive gaze.

She seemed to have finally lost interest in the interrogation, or felt that continuing would only be a waste of time.

She exhaled softly, as if releasing the inexplicable frustration in her chest. Although the frost on her face had not completely melted, her aggressive aura had quietly subsided.

She stopped looking at Genichi Hanyu and turned to Mahiru Shiina beside her. Her tone returned to its usual coolness, but it was less sharp than before: "Mahiru, let's go."

"Huh? Oh, okay, Yukino-san."

Shiina Mahiru immediately responded obediently, her face regaining its gentle and harmless smile, as if the little devil who had been watching the show had never existed.

0Request flowers

When Genichi Hanyu saw that Yukino had given up, he felt a great sense of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

He immediately seized the opportunity, plastering what he thought was his brightest and most sincere smile on his face, and strode forward, trying to make amends: "Don't rush off! You must be hungry since you just got out of school, right? As compensation, I'll treat you to dinner! Pick whatever you like, I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

He tried to salvage his image with food, his tone full of sincerity.

However, neither Yukino Yukinoshita nor Mahiru Shiina both bothered to point out Genichi Hanyu's little scheme.

Faced with this sudden and seemingly generous invitation, Yukino Yukinoshita and Mahiru Shiina, as if they had rehearsed it beforehand, refused almost in unison without hesitation!

"no need."

"Thank you for your kindness, Yuzuru-kun."

The two exchanged a glance, a tacit understanding flashing in Yukino's eyes, while Mahiru returned a gentle, knowing smile.

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Yukino looked at Genichi Hanyu again, her tone calm but with an undeniable determination: "We won't go for dinner."

Mahiru then added, her voice soft yet equally firm: "Because we still have things to do next."

"Is something wrong?"

Genichi Hanyu was stunned, scratched his head subconsciously, and looked at the two of them with a puzzled expression.

"What could you possibly want?"

In his mind, although Yukino and Mahiru had become friends, their interactions seemed to be limited to school.

What important things can we do together after school, so important that you even refuse his invitation to dinner?

Looking at Genichi Hanyu's bewildered expression, Yukino Yukinoshita felt her lingering annoyance dissipate, replaced by a subtle, slightly triumphant pleasure.

She didn't answer Genichi Hanyu's question directly, but just hummed softly again, her cool eyes seeming to say: Do we need to report our affairs to you?

She ignored Genichi Hanyu, grabbed Mahiru Shiina's wrist, and said to her in a relaxed tone, "Mahiru, it's about time, we should go now."

"Ok!"

Shiina Mahiru nodded vigorously, her face beaming with anticipation and joy.

"Okay, Yukino-san!"

Without even glancing at Genichi Hanyu again, the two linked arms and walked side by side, their steps light and quick, in the opposite direction from Genichi Hanyu.

The setting sun cast long shadows of them walking side by side. Yukino's aloofness and Mahiru's gentleness and purity strangely blended into a harmonious and resolute atmosphere, like an invisible barrier that completely shut out the bewildered and puzzled Genichi Hanyu.

Genichi Hanyu stood there, watching the two figures walk away, his head filled with questions.

He couldn't understand at all when these two girls had started a secret activity that even he couldn't know about.

And look at how well they coordinate and how enthusiastic they are.

A subtle feeling of being excluded, mixed with intense curiosity, quietly began to grow in his heart.

224 The Elegant and Luxurious Snow-Covered Chiyo

Watching Yukino Yukinoshita and Mahiru Shiina walk hand in hand away, their figures disappearing into the bustling crowd at the school gate and the golden glow of the setting sun, Genichi Hanyu stood there, a subtle feeling of being "excluded" and a strong sense of curiosity churning within him.

He almost instinctively wanted to follow them and see what these two girls were up to so mysteriously.

With his abilities, it would be incredibly easy for him to follow someone silently without being detected.

However, he forcibly suppressed the thought as soon as it arose.

Genichi Hanyu rubbed his temples helplessly and muttered to himself, "Never mind."

Forcing himself to look away, he turned and walked in the opposite direction from Yukino and the others.

The setting sun cast a long shadow of him, making him appear somewhat lonely.

He understood that everyone needs their own space and secrets.

It's not necessarily a bad thing that Yukino and Mahiru can become "560" friends and share activities they don't want him to participate in.

Forcibly intervening, or even spying, would only make him appear immature and overly controlling, and might even damage the rare understanding and friendship between them.

Besides, if they really wanted to tell him, they would have done so.

Trust and respect are sometimes more important than control.

However, this sudden freedom left him feeling somewhat lost and disoriented.

Yukino declined the invitation to have dinner together, and Mahiru followed her.

In this vast city of Tokyo, I suddenly felt a little empty.

Go find Yang Nai?

The image of Yukinoshita's eldest daughter, who always had a bright smile but operated like a precise machine, flashed through Genichi Hanyu's mind.

But he immediately dismissed the idea.

Yukino Yukinoshita, as the current head of Chaldea's core intelligence and internal affairs in the real world, is so busy that she can hardly stand still.

She's like a supercomputer running at full power, handling massive amounts of information and complicated tasks, probably squeezing in time even for eating and sleeping.

Asking her to put aside her work to have dinner with him? That was simply a pipe dream, and he couldn't bear to bother her.

So who else?

Genichi Hanyu wandered aimlessly, his gaze sweeping over the bustling scene of the streets as the streetlights came on.

Unfamiliar faces rushed by, but they couldn't fill the inexplicable emptiness in his heart at that moment.

Just then, a name flashed through his mind like a shooting star, instantly brightening his slightly dim eyes.

Chiyo Shine on the Snow!

Yukino Yukinoshita and Yukino Yukinoshita's mother!

Genichi Hanyu's lips curled up uncontrollably, forming a smile that was both amused and expectant.

Haruno and Yukino may not have time, but surely the reclusive and elegant mistress of the Yukinoshita family must have time?

Moreover, thinking of Yukinoshita Chiyo's gentle and quiet demeanor, like a classical lady, yet with a resilient and wise spirit, and of her complex and indescribable attitude towards him, which carried the tolerance of an elder yet was unable to resist his forceful approach, a strange heat surged in Genichi Hanyu's heart.

Decided!

Once an idea arises, the ability to act is the quality that Genichi Hanyu has never lacked.

Without further hesitation, his figure flickered slightly, blending into the twilight, and in the next moment he had already crossed space, silently appearing outside the courtyard of the Yukinoshita family's quiet and Japanese-style mansion in the heart of Tokyo.

The last rays of the setting sun gently bathed the neatly trimmed pines and cypresses and the dry landscape garden paved with white sand, bringing a serene Zen-like atmosphere. Inside the mansion, the lights were just coming on, radiating a warm and understated glow.

Genichi Hanyu, as if returning to his own home, disregarded physical access control and potential security measures. His figure, like the lightest breeze, instantly passed through the entrance hall and the quiet corridor, precisely capturing the aura in the living room that stirred his heart.

The spacious and elegant Japanese-style living room is filled with the faint fragrance of incense sticks and fresh flowers.

Chiyo Yukinoshita was kneeling in front of a low table, focused on the flower arrangement art before her.

She wore a light-colored kimono of fine quality and elegant color, her long, black hair neatly styled at the back of her head, revealing her graceful swan neck. A few unruly strands of hair fell beside her fair neck, adding a touch of softness to her appearance.

The soft, warm glow of the floor lamp enveloped her, casting tranquil light and shadow on her focused profile.

Her long, slender, fair fingers were carefully adjusting the position of an elegant white camellia in the celadon vase. Her expression was serene and focused, as if the whole world was concentrated in the dialogue between her fingertips and the flower.

This scene is as beautiful as a meticulously painted ukiyo-e print, full of the tranquility and elegance that comes with the passage of time.

Genichi Hanyu didn't disturb them, but simply leaned against the shadows at the entrance to the living room, quietly admiring the scene for a moment.

Looking at Chiyo Yukinoshita's serene profile, immersed in the world of flower arrangement, the slight annoyance and emptiness he felt because of Yukino were strangely soothed.

He moved silently, like a cheetah most adept at stealth, without making a sound, and quietly arrived behind Yukinoshita Chiyo.

Chiyo Yukinoshita seemed focused on adjusting the last bit of delicate balance among the flower branches, unaware of the strangeness behind her.

Genichi Hanyu's lips curled into a smile that was almost mischievous.

He slowly leaned down, his arms like vines, naturally and with an irresistible force, embracing Yukinoshita Chiyo's slender yet still beautifully curved waist from behind!

"!!!"

Chiyo Yukinoshita's body stiffened abruptly as if struck by lightning! The flower shears in her hand fell to the ground covered with rush mats with a "thud"!

The immense shock almost made her scream!

who is it?

How could they possibly sneak into the core area of ​​Yukinoshita's family without making a sound?

However, just as she was terrified and tried to struggle and resist, an extremely familiar aura instantly enveloped her!

It was a blend of sunlight, mysterious power, and an aggressive hormonal aura unique to young men!

Immediately afterwards, a large hand, burning with body heat, expertly and with an air of self-righteous dominance, slid down the crisp lines of her kimono's collar, precisely and without a word, reaching inside through the slightly open neckline!

The silky lining offered no resistance to the intrusion of 0.3's hand.

With the weighty hearts of the people now in control.

"Well."

Chiyo Yukinoshita let out a short, suppressed gasp, her body instantly tensing to its limit!

But all the fear and struggle subsided after she felt that familiar touch, that domineering way of controlling her, and that young, powerful chest pressed tightly against her back.

Who else could it be but the lawless and eccentric Genichi Hanyu?!

The immense shock was instantly replaced by a more complex emotion—shame and indignation, helplessness, a palpitation she had long been accustomed to yet could not shake off, and a secret sense of relief that she herself was unwilling to admit.

She knew it was him who had returned.

In the most direct and irresistible way, he announced his existence and his demands.

225 Yukinoshita: It seems I've arrived at the wrong time.

In Genichi Hanyu's domineering embrace, Yukinoshita Chiyo's body went from initially stiff and tense, to being completely enveloped by that familiar, aggressive aura, and then to being completely controlled by that burning hand.

A complex and surging wave instantly swept over her.

It's shameful.

Being controlled by a young man of her daughter's generation, even in the quiet of her own living room, the reserve and dignity that belonged to a mature woman were ruthlessly torn apart.

It's helpless.

She knew the power and style of the man behind her, and that resistance would only make things more embarrassing, and might even lead to more severe punishment.

Through countless confrontations and compromises, she had already come to realize that she could not escape her predicament.

However, beneath this shame and helplessness, a long-dormant desire was forcibly awakened deep within.

The appearance of Genichi Hanyu, his domineering presence, his youthful energy, and the almost predatory sense of possession he brought, stirred up the most primal ripples deep within her body, like a boulder thrown into a dried-up pond.

Those senses, worn down to near numbness by the years and life, were irresistibly revived and trembled upon his touch, like rain after a long drought.

Therefore, when Genichi Hanyu demanded it with irresistible force, Chiyo Yukinoshita did not struggle or resist.

Her body even defied her will, leaning back slightly and nestling deeper into the young man's firm embrace, letting out a barely audible, suppressed sigh.

In that sigh, there was submission, resignation, and also a hint of indescribable, secret satisfaction.

Genichi Hanyu still held her in his arms, his chin resting gently on the top of her fragrant hair.

"Are you satisfied now?"

Although the words sounded like a complaint, there wasn't much genuine dissatisfaction in the tone; instead, it sounded more like a weary and powerless statement.