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How could she, who was illiterate, sleep?

Although she was shocked by Sasaki...she didn't mean to blame him. Not to mention the intention, she didn't even have the thought of blaming him.

After all, it was she who got Sasaki drunk, and she was the one who said those words, so she had no reason to blame him.

If anyone is to blame, it's that she didn't expect Sasaki's reaction.

Thinking of the scene at that time, Ayumi stared at the window with water marks on it, lost in thought.

"So boys...are that..."

"……hot……"

"Yeah, it's hot, and..."

I added subconsciously in my mind...Ayuki suddenly realized, who is talking?

It seemed like the noise came from next door.

The study room next door... Doesn't Fuyumi sleep in that room?

But why does her voice sound a bit like her sister's?

Ayumi sat up with doubts lingering in her mind.

Following the sound, Ayuaki tilted her head and put her ear against the wall.

"…I have to…blame…I have to go…"

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My sister's voice!

Chapter 241 Plan

Tick ​​tock...tick tock...tick tock...

Visible water drops fell from the gloomy gray-white clouds and hit the ground, and the subtle and crisp collision sound reached the ears of Sawamura Mato.

"It's raining again..."

He looked up at the rolling, depressing gray sky, and drops of rain fell irregularly on his thin cheeks.

The cold liquid slid down his cheeks, and the continuous coolness penetrated his skin, stimulating his tired nerves after working overtime all night.

Because it had been raining these past few days, he naturally carried an umbrella in the bag over his shoulder.

The rain was getting heavier, so he took out the umbrella that Ayumi had prepared for him from his bag, opened it, and the rain that had already wet his hair was blocked out.

Yawning tiredly, Sawamura Mato quickened his pace slightly and walked towards the apartment building where he lived.

As time went by, Sawamura Mato was getting closer and closer to his home, and more and more familiar people passed by him.

"Huh? Isn't this Mr. Sawamura?" A full-time housewife who lives in 1006, holding a black umbrella in one hand and a garbage bag in the other, greeted him in surprise.

"Ah, it's Mrs. Kuroda." Seeing that it was his neighbor, Sawamura Mato responded with a smile.

People's sleep quality begins to deteriorate when they reach middle age.

Mrs. Kuroda, who didn't sleep well the whole night, had an obvious look of sleepiness on her face.

Seeing Sawamura Mato who seemed to have just returned home, she murmured in confusion:

"Shouldn't you be home?"

Not understanding why she said that, Sawamura Mato tilted his head in confusion:

"what?"

"I just got off work, Mrs. Kuroda, why are you at home?"

"..."

As soon as these words were spoken, Mrs. Kuroda's gaze towards Sawamura Mato suddenly became strange.

There was pity, anger, and regret... This made Sawamura Mato completely confused.

Without waiting for him to ask.

Mrs. Kuroda looked around with a troubled look on her face. After making sure that no one heard their conversation, she whispered to Sawamura Mato:

"You'd better go home and have a look."

After saying that, Mrs. Kuroda walked away quickly.

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Turning around and looking at the mysterious neighbor, Sawamura Mato stood there in a daze for a while, then widened his eyes in disbelief.

"No, no, I'm probably just too tired and imagining things... Qian, Qian is not that kind of person... Damn it, damn it!"

Although he kept comforting himself in his heart, his neighbor's strange reaction just now made him inevitably think too much.

His anxiety made him unable to pay attention to the heavy rain. After putting away the umbrella that was in the way, Sawamura Mato ran towards the apartment building.

click-

He hurriedly used the key to open the door, half bent over, breathing heavily, and prepared to step into the house.

But... he noticed the men's shoes that did not belong to him placed on the shoe cabinet in the entrance.

The only remaining fantasy in Sawamura Mato's heart was suddenly shattered... before he could make any move.

A series of vague and charming sounds coming from the bathroom in the house began to drill into his ears.

Like the soft moan of a banshee, the soft and gentle sound that entangled and ravaged his cochlea did not ignite his anger, but instead stiffened his body.

Various scenes that had happened or were happening began to emerge involuntarily in his mind.

Buttress the wall... bend your knees... bow your head... raise your legs... straighten your back...

Living room... bedroom... kitchen... balcony... bathroom...

The white one is trembling with fear... The black one is ferocious with excitement...

Even though he is your lover, you can't help yourself because of others.

Countless pieces of knowledge he knew were madly attacking his mind, presenting him with pictures that he could not accept.

Perhaps it was because the stimulation was too deep, and things would backfire... The desire that Sawamura Mato had been immersed in for a long time began to move.

He clenched his fists and lowered his head. The rain that wet his hair condensed into drops under the bangs that covered his eyes, and then fell little by little on the top of his trousers, soaking a small area.

After standing at the door for an unknown amount of time, Sawamura Mato finally heard some sound coming from the bathroom, other than the sound of running water.

"Don't...don't...already..."

"Then...drink..."

Although the sound of the conversation was vague and there were only two sentences, Sawamura Mato, who had been paying attention to the movements inside, still heard it all.

At the same time, he also knew who was in the bathroom.

His lover's sister...Ayumi.

His lover’s savior… Sasaki Fuyumi.

He didn't want to know how the two of them ended up in his own house, in his own bathroom... and where his lover was... he didn't want to know anything.

The only thing he cared about was... himself... why he went down again...

why?

Shouldn't I be happy that my lover didn't betray me? Why, why... why is this happening?

Looking down at the pants that Ayuaki had ironed neatly for him, Sawamura Mato was puzzled.

He didn't have much time to doubt himself...the sound of the doorknob turning exploded in his ears.

I looked up suddenly and saw my lover in blue pajamas yawning and walking out of the bedroom.

"Haah~"

Covering her mouth with her hand, Ayuaki yawned listlessly.

They quarreled until midnight... They finally stopped for a while, but they started again in the bathroom early in the morning... Do they know that I am still at home?

I kept complaining in my heart, blaming my sister... and the people who bullied my sister.

Ayuaki rubbed the tears from her eyes and noticed her lover standing at the door:

"Huh? Ma Ren, you're back."

"How come you're so wet? Didn't I put an umbrella in your bag? Come in and change your clothes. What if you catch a cold?"

Ayuaki trotted over to her lover and took the bag off his shoulder.

He suppressed the expression of doubt on his face.

Sawamura Mato looked at his lover, who looked a little tired but otherwise normal, and pretended to be embarrassed, looking in the direction of the bathroom:

"Um, Qian, what's going on? Why..."

"Huh? That..."

A blush of embarrassment appeared on her fair face. Ayuaki stuttered a few words and whispered:

"Actually, I'm not sure either. Maybe my sister and Dong Jian got together, and then we drank together last night. After they fell asleep, I couldn't help but..."

"Don't, don't say that. Go back to your room and change your clothes. I didn't tell you to come out, so please don't come out."

Not wanting to discuss this embarrassing topic any further, Ayuaki took Sawamura Mato's bag and pushed him into the bedroom.

boom--

Turning around to look at the closed door, Sawamura Mato quickly changed into clean clothes.

Then he locked the door and bent over to take out his diary from under the bed.

Sitting at the desk, Sawamura Mato turned to a blank page in his diary and wrote:

Time: June 6, xxx6

Weather: cloudy and rainy

This morning I almost misunderstood Qian as having an affair. I was very sad and angry when I found out about it.

But I didn't rush in and beat up the man... I don't know why, I just wondered why Qian betrayed me when I was so good to her.

When I was thinking about this...listening to the noises coming from the bathroom, I began to unconsciously imagine the scene of Qian being bullied by that man.

It was a scene that made people feel humiliated and angry, but I still reacted.

Over the past few years, I have tried all kinds of methods and taken all kinds of medicines, but because of the fantasy of Qian being bullied by others, I felt something.

I know this is weird... but it doesn't matter, Ayuaki was originally my tool to restore my abilities.

Although it's different from what I expected, but... as long as it can help me recover, it's fine.

The plan needs to be changed.

Stop writing and close the book.

Mato Sawamura stuffed the diary he had just written back under the bed.

……

I was waiting quietly in the kitchen until they came out of the shower.

After her sister and Fuyumi returned to the study room hugging each other, Ayuaki slowly walked to the study door and knocked gently.

dong dong——

"Fuyumi... Mato is back. I'm going to cook. Do you want anything to eat?"

Although they ignored her existence...but she was too embarrassed to point it out to her sister.

So when she reminded them, she did not mention her sister's name.

But she didn't want to point it out...but the two people in the room didn't appreciate her kindness.

I have to let her know... otherwise why would Ayumi let out her voice without restraint... do she want to feel comfortable when she screams?

I don't want my sister to just brush it off so lightly and act as if nothing happened.