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"it is good."

When he heard the last name "Ya", Sasaki subconsciously thought of the older sister who fed him fruit and strangled him yesterday.

"It can't be such a coincidence..."

With disbelief in his heart but also a little bit of anticipation, Sasaki followed Haruno Ryoto out of the changing room and came to the office opposite.

'come on! '

Standing on tiptoe, he reached out and patted Sasaki's shoulder. Haruno Ryoto, who had been out for a long time and needed to go back, clenched his fist towards Sasaki encouragingly.

Looking at Haruno Ryoto's pretty face, which was redder than that of most girls, Sasaki nodded at him expressionlessly in response.

Now he realized that there was a reason why no one played with Haruno Ryoto in the class.

They have a cute appearance that is comparable to or even far exceeds that of ordinary women, and they have a gentle temperament. They won't make unreasonable demands, won't ask you for all kinds of gifts, won't nag you to go out and play, and they can even play games with you.

With such appearance and personality, who would dare to spend a long time with him?

The more I get along with him, the more I doubt my own sexual orientation.

Fortunately, Sasaki's desire for Naoko is strong enough, otherwise, he would definitely be affected.

Recalling the shock brought to him by Aunt Kyoka, Sister Harori, Otome, Chifuyu, Murasaki Nomiya, and Serizawa, Sasaki's iron faith became even stronger.

In this increasingly cold world, only the round, smooth and soft little watermelon can bring him a little warmth.

By the way, Sister Xiaochun’s is also very big, and Sister Jiehua’s is about the same.

With all sorts of random thoughts in his mind, Sasaki Fuyumi knocked on the door.

dong dong——

"Come in~"

Hearing the familiar voice, Sasaki paused in turning the handle, but then lowered his head and pushed the door open.

After entering the house, Sasaki did not look around because he was looking down.

But the familiar faint fragrance in the house quietly penetrated into the nose.

Ayumi turned her eyes away from the computer screen, leaned back in her chair, and looked sideways at the applicant who was lowering his head.

Although she didn't know him, Ayumi, who was not a serious person, looked at the little boy in front of her who was wearing a school uniform and seemed to be very unconfident, and chuckled and encouraged him.

"Don't be nervous. It doesn't matter if you can't speak well. Just introduce yourself first."

"Hmm~hmm..."

Hearing Ayumi's words, Sasaki lowered his head, suppressed his smile, and hummed a few times.

After her attention was completely on him, Sasaki suddenly took a few steps forward and raised his head.

"Wow!"

"ah!"

Seeing the applicant suddenly get closer and raise his head, Ayumi was so scared that she almost dropped the mouse in her hand.

But after hearing a familiar laugh, he regained his composure.

But before she could look at the man's face, a large palm appeared in front of her forehead, gently tidying up her somewhat messy burgundy hair.

"Sister Yumi is so timid."

The familiar voice sounded again. Ayumi, who already knew who this bad boy was, didn't be polite to him.

In order to teach him a lesson, Ayumi stood up her graceful body, pulled his arms, and held his head in her arms.

"Bad boy, how can you scare your sister like this?"

Without paying attention to the contact between the two, Ayumi clamped Sasaki's neck under her arms and pressed his head hard with her hands.

Feeling the pressure on his neck and the extreme softness on the side of his face, Sasaki would have let Ayumi vent her anger if he had known this would happen.

He also cooperated very well and begged for mercy.

"It hurts so much, please be gentler, Sister Yumi..."

But the fact that he didn't struggle at all made his screams sound fake.

And Ayumi naturally realized that this bad boy was taking advantage of her.

But she wasn't the kind of girl who would get extremely shy if she was touched.

After realizing that the bad boy in her arms had no feeling at all, Ayumi slowly increased the strength in her arms.

Because she added it slowly and she had to pay attention to Sasaki's reaction all the time, this slightly long lesson made Sasaki realize more deeply how rich Sister Yumi was.

Although not as good as those in school, she is more well-proportioned than them.

The 'small' ones are cute too.

Sasaki, who has never been picky about this, comforted Sister Yumi in his heart.

After playing with each other for a while, Ayumi, who was frail and had no strength left, let go of her hands and sat down weakly on the swivel chair.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on his fair forehead, and his generous and slightly wealthy 'small' chest rose and fell as he gasped.

Ayumi glanced at Sasaki, who seemed to be nonchalant and whose neck was not even a bit red, and leaned back in her chair, her tone containing a hint of annoyance and complaint.

"You bad boy, you only know how to bully your sister. You can't even pretend to be good enough. You must be doing this on purpose to make me angry."

Walking to her side and sitting on the desk, Sasaki took out a tissue from his pocket and carefully wiped the sweat from her forehead and tidied her appearance.

"How can I bully you? I just want to see you, Sister Yumei."

After comforting her, Sasaki smiled and looked at the tissue that was soaked with sweat and became soft, and winked at her in a teasing tone.

"Yumi-sister, you sweat so easily, don't you..."

Looking at his meaningful smile and the half-sentence he had not finished speaking.

Feeling that he was thinking something bad, Ayumi pinched his thigh in annoyance.

"Bad boy, what do you want to say?"

Chapter 4.8: Harem or hatchet, it's just a matter of thought (k)

"Sigh~"

Taking a deep breath and pretending to rub the inside of his thigh, Sasaki lowered his eyes and spoke in a somewhat aggrieved tone.

"I was trying to ask if you drank too much water. What did Sister Yumi think I wanted to say?"

Rolling her eyes at Sasaki who was setting a trap for her, Ayumi lifted her long legs in black stockings and gently kicked the little guy sitting on her desk.

"You didn't come here to tease your sister, did you?"

"I miss my sister."

"Come on, I don't remember telling you that I work here."

Looking down at the black silk feet that kept kicking his calves, Sasaki put his legs together and clamped the dishonest black silk feet between his calves.

At the same time, he explained why he came here.

"It's the same as what you saw. I'm here to look for a part-time job."

He calmly pulled the tightly clamped little feet.

Ayumi felt a little regretful for doing this. She glared at Sasaki who climbed up the house just by giving him a ladder, and asked back in a puzzled tone.

"part time?"

Ayumi remembered the capable woman she met once in the hospital who also came to visit the bad boy. She had always thought Sasaki was a rich kid and winked at him.

"Is this considered a rich young man coming out to experience life?"

After saying that, she stretched out her slender fingers and tapped his calf, signaling him to let go of her.

Sasaki, who knew that he couldn't remove the tiles when he went up to the roof, loosened his calves, let the black silk fish go.

At the same time, he winked at Ayumi.

"If Meijie raised me, I would be a rich boy."

"Okay, I can make you the deputy store manager. Do you want to come?"

He has a very high favorable impression of this little guy who knows when to act and who saved his sister's life.

So after hearing his words, Ayumi nodded very honestly.

My sister's life is priceless, let alone a deputy store manager. If he wants, it's not impossible to give the store to him.

Hearing the seriousness in Ayumi's words, Sasaki looked at her in surprise and shook his head to refuse.

"That's not necessary. I didn't save Sister Qian for any reason."

Sasaki knew why Ayumi was so generous and didn't want her to look down on him because of some trivial matter, so he would never agree.

Ayumi glanced at Sasaki, who spoke in a serious tone and had a solemn expression, and knowing that he was a good boy, she moved her chair and raised her hand to rub Sasaki's face.

"Okay, okay. I know you're a good kid, but didn't you ask me to raise you?"

Sasaki did not respond to Ayumi's advances. He glanced at the tall figure in the off-shoulder long dress and mocked Ayumi's ignorance in a light tone.

"Raise your child and let him be the deputy store manager."

She noticed his undisguised gaze, and knowing in her heart that boys of her age were the ones who were curious about women, she did not get angry.

She just patted his leg lightly, signaling him to end the topic.

Although she knew in her heart that she was old enough to find a boyfriend, she was not opposed to the idea.

She may also consider younger men, but if he is too younger... she will feel guilty like an old cow eating young grass.

It is easiest for both parties to accidentally spark a conflict when they make dirty jokes without restraint, especially when they do not dislike each other and even have a good impression of each other.

If he were older, or she were younger, Ayumi would definitely pick up his words and continue the conversation to an even more extreme level.

Until the atmosphere is right, then do something natural.

But Sasaki at this age is not within her consideration, at least not now.

Understanding what Yumi meant, Sasaki changed the subject naturally and without any embarrassment.

"So, Manager Ya, do you want to hire me as an employee?"

Knowing that Sasaki was not the rich young man she had imagined, and that he wanted to work here, Ayumi had no reason to refuse him for whatever reason.

"Hire, of course I will. I will tire you to death, you dishonest bad boy."

Reaching out and pulling Sasaki's face, which felt very nice, Ayumi stared at him with her beautiful eyes and threatened him in a fierce tone.

Faced with the intimidation from the bad boss, Sasaki shook his head, shook off the icy white little hand, and glanced at her in a faint tone.

"If you make me work overtime or do heavy work, I will call Sister Qian to complain."

"You don't want Sister Qian to know that you bullied me in the store, right?"

"Good boy!"

When she heard him bring up her sister, Ayumi's leaf-like eyebrows couldn't help but twitch, and she reached out and punched Sasaki's stomach.

"What on earth did you learn in school? Why do I feel like you are so skilled?"

After saying that, Ayumi's expression changed as she felt her fist hitting the wooden board.

But before she could cry out in pain, Sasaki, knowing that she might hurt her by subconsciously sticking out her stomach, grabbed her red and slightly swollen little fist, held it in his hand and rubbed it gently.

"It's just a joke, why are you so excited?"

Watching the blush slowly fading away, Sasaki rubbed it and breathed into her small fist.

"Does it hurt?"

Ayumi blinked her green eyes quickly, and seeing his genuine concern, her heart skipped a beat. She laughed it off to hide her strangeness.

"Ha, it only hurts a little. I'm not that delicate."

In order to prevent him from scolding his sister, who was seven years older than him, in a weird child's tone.

Without giving him a chance to speak, Ayumi reached out her good hand and lifted up his shirt.