"Good afternoon, Auntie."
Amamiya Natsuki greeted her politely.
"Ah, good afternoon," Yuuko's mother put away her phone with satisfaction, smiling. "Young man, co in and stay for a bit. Tell when you and Shoko started dating, okay?"
Amamiya Natsuki stepped forward, preparing to enter the house: "Then I'll be intruding..."
"W-Wahhh--!!"
The the timid girl's eyes widened, and she quickly reached out both hands to push Amamiya Natsuki's back, pushing him away in utter embarrassnt.
They weren't dating, if he went inside, she would definitely say strange things!
Seeing the the timid girl who looked like she was about to cry, Amamiya Natsuki had no choice but to bid farewell and leave.
Returning to the park alone, Amamiya Natsuki waited for a while before finally receiving a ssage from Tsuba.
"Natsuki-kun, I'm done with work. See you at the Train Station later."
"Received."
Amamiya Natsuki replied to the ssage and walked towards the Train Station.
Ten minutes later.
"Natsuki-kun, I'm here," Tsuba-senpai waved happily, jogging over. She lightly exhaled and wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. "It's so hot."
"Here," Amamiya Natsuki handed her a freshly bought iced drink. "I've already had so. If Tsuba doesn't mind, you can have a couple of sips."
"Sorry, I mind very much."
Koyasu Tsuba glared at him playfully, took the drink, tilted her long, slender white neck, and drank it down with gulps.
She had already drunk other liquids; at this point, who would still care about an indirect kiss!
"Hoo..."
After finishing the drink, Koyasu Tsuba exhaled contentedly, then said, "My cousin's restaurant is booked for 7 PM. It's still early, so let's go back, take a shower, and change clothes. My body feels sticky and uncomfortable, almost sour."
Amamiya Natsuki leaned closer to Tsuba, sniffed, and nodded, "It does have a scent."
"Hmm?!"
Tsuba's eyebrows instantly furrowed, and her pretty face tightened.
A girl can complain about herself, saying she's gained weight from eating too much recently, but you can't agree. If you nod and say she really has gained weight, the friendship will end imdiately.
Amamiya Natsuki continued to move closer to Tsuba.
"Go away," Tsuba quickly retreated two steps, biting her lower lip with her pearly teeth, and puffed out her pink cheeks, "Anyway, I sll, don't co near ."
Amamiya Natsuki took Tsuba's hand and said seriously, "I wasn't wrong, Tsuba-senpai does have a scent..."
Tsuba beca even angrier, her cheeks puffed out like a squirrel with its mouth full of chestnuts: "You actually repeated it?"
"Let finish," Amamiya Natsuki soothed Tsuba. "But it's all fragrant, no sweat sll at all."
"Hmph," Tsuba turned her head away, "I'm not listening."
"My sincerest apologies. It seems I can only prostrate myself."
"Prostrating won't help. You actually said I sll. I can't tolerate it."
"The always cheerful and generous Tsuba-senpai is actually getting angry over such a small matter," Amamiya Natsuki held Tsuba's right hand and smiled. "What should I do? I'm liking Tsuba-senpai more and more."
Tsuba's pretty face flushed slightly, her eyes flickering, and she couldn't help but glare at him playfully: "It's not a small matter... The train is here, hurry and get on."
"..."
Chatting all the way, Amamiya Natsuki was quickly led ho by Tsuba.
"Co in," Koyasu Tsuba put down her school bag, bent down to open the shoe cabinet, and took out a pair of spare slippers. "These are new slippers I bought yesterday. No one has worn them yet."
Amamiya Natsuki changed into the slippers, looked around, and couldn't help but say, "I'm sorry, turns out Tsuba-senpai is a rich woman."
Tsuba's house was located in the center of Tokyo, and it was a penthouse villa in a high-rise apartnt building. Given the current degree of social stratification in Japan, it was basically sothing you were born with. If you weren't born with it, you would almost certainly never live in such a place in this lifeti.
"I'm not a rich woman," Koyasu Tsuba glared at him. "This is my parents' house. If you want to buy one, you can buy one now, can't you?"
Amamiya Natsuki said, "I'm sorry, I'm poor."
Koyasu Tsuba: "Miko says you're a capitalist every day."
Amamiya Natsuki asked, "Are your aunt and uncle ho?"
"They're not ho," Koyasu Tsuba pursed her pink lips. "Mom and Dad are super busy with work; I only get to see them once or twice a month... Don't worry, they definitely won't suddenly co back."
"That's good," Amamiya Natsuki said. "Making a first visit without bringing a gift would surely affect your aunt and uncle's impression of ."
"I just asked you to co sit for a while; it would be strange if you bought a gift," Koyasu Tsuba's pretty face flushed, naturally understanding what Amamiya Natsuki ant. "The fruit is in the kitchen, and all the drinks are in the fridge. Take whatever you want to eat; I'm going to take a bath first."
Amamiya Natsuki raised his right hand and volunteered, "Does Senpai need help scrubbing her back?"
Koyasu Tsuba glared at him exasperatedly, "Sorry, absolutely not needed."
Amamiya Natsuki said regretfully, "Having soone scrub your back is actually a very comfortable thing."
"The comfortable one is actually you, isn't it?" Koyasu Tsuba's eyebrows suddenly furrowed, and she crossed her arms over her chest, saying, "Wait, why does Natsuki-kun know so much? Did Kaguya-san scrub your back?"
With a young lady's personality, how could she possibly go into the bathroom to help soone scrub their back!
"Not Kaguya-san?" Senpai squinted her eyes. Girls have an almost Sherlock Hols-like intuition when it cos to these matters. "Then is it Chika-chan or Marin-chan? Sayu-chan is also highly possible."
Koyasu Tsuba tilted her head and looked over, smiling faintly, "Natsuki-kun saved Sayu-chan's life, so it feels like no matter what Natsuki-kun wants to do, Sayu would agree without hesitation."
"..."
Girls truly have an extrely high talent for jealousy.
Amamiya Natsuki silently turned and walked towards the window, saying, "Senpai, you take your bath. I'll go look at the scenery by the window."
"Hmph."
Koyasu Tsuba lightly snorted, grabbed a change of clothes, and headed to the bathroom.
If everyone were just ordinary high school students, Koyasu Tsuba would absolutely not tolerate Amamiya Natsuki's scumbag behavior of saying he likes her while also dating other girls. The mont she found out, she would imdiately distance herself completely.
But everyone is not ordinary; they are unfortunate players chosen by the ga.
The bond of going through life and death together is sothing that can no longer be explained in just a few words.
As players, it's truly uncertain whether tomorrow or an accident will co first, so one should follow their heart even more.
Amamiya Natsuki looked at the scenery by the window for a while, then turned and sat on the sofa, playing on his phone. Not long after, the doorbell suddenly rang.
He walked over and saw a delivery person in a work uniform outside the door.
Amamiya Natsuki did not open the door rashly. Instead, he walked to the bathroom door and said, "Senpai, a Kuroneko Courier delivery person is ringing the doorbell. Is it your package?"
"It should be my package," Koyasu Tsuba's voice ca from the bathroom. "I bought a lot of things yesterday. Natsuki-kun, please sign for them for ."
"Okay."
Amamiya Natsuki agreed, then walked over and opened the door, finding four express cardboard boxes at the entrance.
After signing, the delivery person quickly bowed and left. Amamiya Natsuki then moved the four boxes of packages into the house, placing them in a corner for Senpai to open herself when she ca out.
The happiest part of online shopping is the mont of unboxing, so Amamiya Natsuki naturally wouldn't take away Senpai's joy.
Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.
Koyasu Tsuba finished her bath and walked out of the bathroom wearing a white bathrobe.
"Natsuki-kun, I'm done," Koyasu Tsuba walked over, drying her hair, and her gaze fell on the express boxes. "Eh, are these all my packages?"
Amamiya Natsuki said speechlessly, "Senpai, don't you know what packages you bought?"
"Cough, cough," Koyasu Tsuba's pretty face flushed slightly, and she coughed twice. "When I'm stressed, I like to shop and buy things. Yesterday, I accidentally bought a little too much... They should all be snacks and clothes."
Koyasu Tsuba said, then went to get a utility knife, preparing to open the packages.
The first package was opened, and Koyasu Tsuba took out the contents: "Hmm, it's a piece of clothing."
"Wait a minute." Looking at the pink dress in Senpai's hand, Amamiya Natsuki found it increasingly strange and couldn't help but say, "This dress isn't right."
"Eh?" Koyasu Tsuba was startled and unfolded the dress. "What's wrong with it?"
It's wrong from head to toe. This pink and white uniform is clearly Freya's uniform from Staff of Authority!
"I rember now," Koyasu Tsuba tilted her head and thought for a mont. "Last weekend in Chiba Prefecture, didn't Natsuki-kun ntion Freya? I was curious at the ti, so I searched for it on my phone. She has the sa hair color as , and she looked very cute, so I placed an order."
Amamiya Natsuki's lips twitched slightly, and he said faintly, "Senpai, have you read Freya's manga or watched the ani?"
"I haven't," Koyasu Tsuba shook her head. "I was running around all weekend; how would I have ti to watch it?"
Case closed.
It turned out to be a typical impulsive purchase by a rich woman.
As a rich woman who isn't short on money, when she sees cute clothes, she naturally buys them directly, without considering anything else.
"What's wrong?" Koyasu Tsuba blinked, noticing Amamiya Natsuki's unusual expression. "Is there sothing wrong with this Freya uniform?"
"Of course there's nothing wrong," Amamiya Natsuki replied seriously.
A uniform is just clothing after all, and you won't turn into a princess by wearing it. As long as it's cute, even if it's perverted, there's no problem.
Amamiya Natsuki glanced at the ti on his phone and said expectantly, "It's six o'clock now; there's still an hour until dinner. Senpai, you don't have anything else to do now, do you?"
"..."
Koyasu Tsuba was silent for two seconds, her pretty face quickly flushed, and she covered her chest with both hands, shaking her head, "N-no!"
"The restaurant is a bit far, we need to leave at 6:30... And if my walking posture is weird, cousin will definitely suspect sothing, right?"
Hey, hey, what are you talking about? Why would your walking posture beco weird?
"Senpai, you're overthinking," Amamiya Natsuki said seriously. "I just want you to change into this uniform."
"Eh?" Koyasu Tsuba was startled, half-believing, half-doubting, "Do you really just want to wear this uniform? Nothing else?"
Amamiya Natsuki said with a subtle tone, "Does Senpai want to do other things?"
"Of course not," Koyasu Tsuba glared at him exasperatedly, picked up the clothes, and walked towards the room. "I'm going to change."
As long as it's not that kind of thing, changing into a uniform is fine.
But... who exactly is Freya?
Why does Natsuki-kun look so excited?
A mont later.
Koyasu Tsuba, dressed in the cosplay uniform, pushed the door open and walked out of the room, softly saying, "...I'm dressed."
Amamiya Natsuki looked over at the sound, and his eyes imdiately lit up.
As a rich woman who isn't short on money, Senpai always prioritizes quality over price when buying things. This Freya cosplay uniform was naturally exquisitely made and quite beautiful.
The pink jacket, white over-the-knee socks, and light, flowing skirt gave off a feeling of purity and flawlessness at first glance.
To be honest, this cosplay uniform wasn't particularly revealing, but with Imperial Princess Freya as the precedent, it still gave off a very different feeling.
"Senpai, don't tie your hair yet," Amamiya Natsuki said. "Let your hair down."
Koyasu Tsuba thought about the picture of Freya she had seen earlier and let her hair down: "Like this?"
"Very good, just like that," Amamiya Natsuki held up his phone. "Let take a few pictures."
Koyasu Tsuba pursed her pink lips and whispered, "Um, Natsuki-kun won't show them to other people after taking them, right?"
Amamiya Natsuki: "..."
They're clearly proper cosplay photos, but when Senpai says it like that, they imdiately beco improper.
"Don't worry, I definitely won't show them to other people," Amamiya Natsuki said, then felt sothing was off and continued, "Marin and Juju should be fine, right? They also want to cosplay, and their characters happen to be from the sa ani as yours."
"Then it's fine," Koyasu Tsuba nodded and agreed. "Speaking of which, I used to go to ani conventions to watch. I went with friends, and so people even invited to help with cosplay, but I was very busy at the ti, so I declined."
Click, click.
Amamiya Natsuki took more than ten photos in a row, finally satisfied.
"Are you done?" Koyasu Tsuba walked over and sat down, curiously asking, "Is there anything special about Freya? Why do you look so excited, Natsuki-kun?"
Amamiya Natsuki silently handed over his phone: "There's a manga online. Senpai will know after reading it."
Koyasu Tsuba nodded: "I'll take a look."
A mont later.
"W-wait... What is this?!" Koyasu Tsuba's eyes widened, her pretty face quickly flushed, and she said, both shy and angry, "Her personality is too terrible!"
"It's precisely because of her terrible personality that she later faced revenge," Amamiya Natsuki said. "Senpai, keep reading."
"I'm not reading it," Koyasu Tsuba put down her phone. "I don't want to know anything about the later content."
Actually, Tsuba wasn't that disgusted.
She's a seventeen-year-old girl; it's not strange for her to read this kind of manga.
But reading it with a boy was simply too embarrassing; Koyasu Tsuba stated she couldn't accept it.
"If you don't want to read it, then don't," Amamiya Natsuki put down his phone, looked at Senpai, and whispered, "There are still more than ten minutes until we leave, Senpai..."
Koyasu Tsuba was a little flustered, noticing Amamiya Natsuki's gaze was especially intense at that mont: "W-what are you calling for?"
Amamiya Natsuki whispered, "Senpai, help ."
"Help you?" Koyasu Tsuba blinked, her tone puzzled, "How can I help you?"
Amamiya Natsuki said, "Help like in the manga."
Koyasu Tsuba: "..."
Is that helping?
An imperial princess actually stepping on a boy, that's clearly trampling on soone's dignity!
Natsuki-kun actually wants her to... Pervert, too perverted!
"No," Koyasu Tsuba's pretty face was crimson, and she quickly shook her head. "Go find soone else to help you."
Amamiya Natsuki whispered, "Please, you must agree. This is my lifelong request."
Koyasu Tsuba looked at him speechlessly and couldn't help but retort, "Don't use your lifelong requests in weird places!"
"I like Senpai."
"Hmph."
"I like Senpai the most."
"Liar, the girl you like the most is clearly Kaguya-san."
Despite saying that, Koyasu Tsuba's body still involuntarily softened. Girls all like to hear coaxing words, without exception.
Of course, the premise is that the other person is willing to listen to your coaxing; if they're not, then they'll just tell you to get as far away as possible.
Facing the coaxing, Tsuba finally dizzyingly agreed to help…
What exactly happened is unknown; the planned departure ti was six-thirty, but they didn't leave the room until six-forty.
"The hallway is empty," Amamiya Natsuki said, stepping into the hallway first. "Tsuba-senpai can co out now."
Koyasu Tsuba's pretty face was flushed crimson as she quietly slipped out, glancing left and right down the hallway. Only after confirming no one was there did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.
"Let's go, let's go," Koyasu Tsuba urged. "Let's go to the garbage room first and throw away the stuff."
Amamiya Natsuki lifted the garbage bag in his hand and said, "The quality of the stockings is very good. It's a sha to throw them away just like that, isn't it?"
"It's not a sha at all!" Koyasu Tsuba bit her lip, her pretty face flushed crimson as she glared over. "Anyway, I'll never wear those stockings again!"
"Kindergarten teachers should have told us that diligence and frugality are virtues."
"You're still talking!!!"
"..."
Japan's garbage sorting is quite strict, with clear regulations on when to dispose of what type of garbage. However, high-end apartnts have dedicated garbage rooms where people can dispose of garbage whenever they want.
The two arrived at the garbage room, disposed of the incriminating evidence, and only then did Tsuba relax. She gave Amamiya Natsuki a white look and said, "It's all your fault; now we're definitely going to be late."
Amamiya Natsuki said, "I'll explain to cousin. I'll just say I was on a date with Tsuba-senpai and accidentally lost track of ti."
"Who would do that kind of thing on a date!" Koyasu Tsuba puffed out her cheeks. "Don't say anything; I'll explain when the ti cos."
"Yes, yes."
The journey was silent, and they soon arrived at the agreed-upon restaurant.
There was nothing much to say about the al, just repeated words of thanks and the presentation of gifts. During the al, cousin also asked them when they started dating and so on.
All in all, the al finally ended at nine o'clock in the evening.
Stepping out of the restaurant, a cool evening breeze happened to blow, invigorating them.
Amamiya Natsuki looked at Tsuba beside him and lightly coughed twice, saying, "Tsuba-senpai, aren't you still practicing gymnastics with the club tomorrow?"
"I do need to practice. What's wrong?"
Koyasu Tsuba looked up and asked, puzzled.
Amamiya Natsuki said, "I'll co find you after I'm done tomorrow?"
"Don't co over!" Tsuba-senpai's pretty face quickly flushed red. He actually still wanted to take advantage of her at school? That was too much! "I'll never be Freya again!"
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