In the evening, Amiya Kazuhiko returned ho. Seeing Misako preparing dinner at the stove, he lightly licked his lips, a wolf-like glint flashing in his eyes.
But when Misako lifted her head, that glint swiftly vanished, as if it had never been there at all.
Seeing her stepson, Misako inexplicably recalled everything that had happened during the day, her heart pounding uncontrollably.
Doing her best to suppress these emotions, Misako revealed a gentle smile. "Kazuhiko, you're back. Just wait a mont, dinner will be ready soon!"
Nodding without paying her any further mind, Amiya Kazuhiko carried his schoolbag and slowly walked up to the second floor.
A mont later, he ca back downstairs, his expression sowhat ugly as he looked at Misako with a questioning glare. "You went into my room!"
Faced with his interrogation, a trace of guilt flashed through Misako's beautiful eyes. "I saw that your bedsheets were dirty, so..."
The bedsheets were indeed dirty, but they hadn't been soiled by Amiya Kazuhiko. Rather, it was...
But before Misako could explain, Amiya Kazuhiko rudely interrupted her. "From now on, do not enter my room without my permission!"
With that said, he turned around and stomped heavily up the stairs.
Looking at his retreating back, Misako hurriedly called out, "Kazuhiko, dinner is ready!"
But he completely ignored her, returning to his own room without a second thought.
Staring quietly at the now-empty staircase, Misako let out a soft sigh after a long while.
anwhile, in Room 502 of a certain hotel, Shiroko revealed a warm smile upon seeing Mikami Yuka standing before him, dressed in a bunny girl outfit with two large rabbit ears perched on her head.
Reaching out to stroke the soft rabbit ears, Shiroko said gently, "Yuka-chan looks very cute in this outfit!"
Faced with Shiroko's praise, a faint pink hue spread across Mikami Yuka's body. Her large, glamorous eyes were filled with shyness. "Yuichi, d-don't say such weird things!"
"Does Yuka-chan think I'm wrong?"
"Y-Yuichi..."
Just as she was about to say sothing, Shiroko suddenly changed his tone. "Alright! I won't tease you anymore, Yuka. Let's begin our transaction!"
Seeing him revert his address from "Yuka-chan" back to a formal "Yuka," Mikami Yuka felt a stifling, uncomfortable sensation in her chest.
Soon after, she snapped back to reality and silently repeated in her heart, 'This is just a transaction! This is just a transaction!' before slowly crouching down...
A long ti later, as the evening lights began to lit up the city, Shiroko looked at Mikami Yuka, who had already finished tidying herself up, and asked flatly, "Are you leaving now?"
"Yes! The transaction is over, isn't it?!"
"Yeah! It's over! It was just a transaction, after all..."
As he spoke, a hint of loneliness actually seeped into Shiroko's tone.
In that instant, Mikami Yuka felt as though her heart had been fiercely squeezed.
She wanted so badly to turn around right then and tell him that, in her heart, this was no longer just a simple transaction.
But thinking of his girlfriend, she forcefully suppressed the urge. There was destined to be no possibility between them.
Picking up his clothes from the side, Shiroko quickly threw them on and rolled out of bed. "Let's go, I'll take you ho!"
Not wanting to let herself sink any deeper, Mikami Yuka gently shook her head. "There's no need, I can take..."
But in the next mont, he suddenly grabbed her right hand. "I can't feel at ease letting such a beautiful girl go ho by herself. Just treat it as a complintary gift for the transaction!"
Perhaps moved by his words, the young girl ultimately agreed in silence.
In front of a very ordinary two-story house, Mikami Yuka got out of the car. After expressing her thanks, she slowly walked back into her ho.
Looking at the inner thoughts fed back by the [Eye of Investigation], as well as her affection level which had now reached a staggering 85 points, Shiroko slightly raised an eyebrow.
It wouldn't be long before this beautiful fish could be reeled in!
The next day, Shiroko still didn't go to class. After a certain idiot finished his prank, Shiroko set off for the Amiya residence.
"Ding-dong!"
Behind the door, seeing Shiroko through the peephole, Misako clutched her hands over her chest, her gaze full of complexity.
However, seeing how he looked as though he would keep pressing the bell until she opened the door, Misako eventually gave in and opened it.
"Hanyu-kun, is there sothing you need?"
Sweeping a glance over her exquisite curves hidden beneath the apron, a smile slowly curled at the corners of Shiroko's lips. "Madam, leaving a guest standing outside the door is no way to treat a visitor."
Hearing this, Misako hesitated for a mont before letting him in. "Hanyu-kun, please co in!"
Just as the door closed, Shiroko wrapped his arms around the beautiful woman's plump waist from behind.
Subjected to such treatnt, Misako's body stiffened abruptly, and she imdiately began to struggle fiercely. "Hanyu-kun, please let go! We can't keep making the sa mistake..."
But Shiroko turned a deaf ear to her pleas, showing absolutely no intention of letting go.
Different goddesses required different thods of conquest.
For example, Mitsuko required familial affection, while Marina required romantic love.
But for Misako, a beautiful, sheltered housewife who had been neglected for so long, getting straight to the point often yielded the best results.
After all, that idiot Amiya Kazuhiko had already tested this out for him in the original plot.
Thus, two hours later, Shiroko got exactly what he wanted.
Gently stroking the hair of the beauty in his arms, Shiroko said with a hint of playfulness, "Madam, your mouth says no, but..."
"Ah..." Misako let out a soft whimper. "Hanyu-kun, please don't say any more!"
Reminded by his words, she instantly recalled her previous shaful display, and a pleading look imdiately surfaced in her eyes.
Little did she know just how lethal this look of hers was to a man.
In the next mont, the fierce battle resud!
It was nearing noon when Shiroko finally left her tender embrace. He lifted her delicate chin and lowered his head to give her a light peck.
Leaving behind the words, "I'll co again tomorrow," he swaggered away.
Stepping out of the house, Shiroko murmured softly, a hint of reminiscence in his eyes, "What a gentle and hospitable Yamato Nadeshiko."
After he left, two streams of clear tears flowed from Misako's eyes as she continuously muttered, "Yosuke, I'm sorry! Yosuke, I'm sorry!"
After a long while, having barely recovered a fraction of her strength, she staggered unsteadily toward the bathroom.
Once she had thoroughly cleaned her body, she proceeded to tidy up the ss scattered all over the floor.
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