At 2 p.m., Hiratsuka Shizuka, still blushing and hurriedly fixing her disheveled clothes, left in a rush.
Taking advantage of Mayu still being napping, she had to make her escape quickly.
Although... she was practically floating as she walked…
After leaving the apartment, Hiratsuka Shizuka still felt weak in the knees.
In the end, she couldn't even stand properly and had to steady herself against the wall with one hand.
Unacceptable!
A complete and utter failure!
Panting, Hiratsuka tried to calm herself down, but the lingering, blissful feeling from earlier was something she just couldn't shake off.
It was a taste worth savoring.
Of course, along with that aftertaste came overwhelming shame.
A woman nearly thirty, utterly captivated by Makoto's live demonstration of "those techniques," to the point of willingly handing over a defeat CG on the spot.
"How is he so good with his hands? Was it Mayu? Or Yukino?"
Clutching her racing heart, she knew she would never forget today's experience.
She could already picture herself, on some lonely night in the future, secretly recalling Makoto's technique.
She had been completely lost in it before—only now realizing that she hadn't just handed over a defeat CG once.
But twice!
And the second time… she had begged for it.
"So humiliating."
After catching her breath, Hiratsuka finally regained some stamina.
She still didn't know how to face her best friend.
Because… in her half-hearted resistance, she had ended up tasting the same cream cake her best friend had.
Yes, Hiratsuka Shizuka had done it too!
Meanwhile—
Makoto cleaned up the scene in the bathroom before returning to the living room.
Yes, he had taken Hiratsuka Shizuka to the bathroom, not the bedroom.
She had been concerned that cleaning the bed sheets afterward would be a hassle.
Makoto had to admit, despite being at an age where kids might call her an "old lady," Hiratsuka Shizuka's skin and figure were astonishingly good.
He had confirmed it himself.
She was definitely not old.
Not even close.
Perhaps due to years of loneliness, once Makoto lit her flame, her responses surged like a stormy sea, seemingly unwilling to stop even for a second.
Although she wouldn't retain her memories of today without Makoto's permission—due to the ongoing time loop—that only meant he could collect his "debt" every single day.
Just the thought was thrilling.
And so, five days passed in the time loop, with Makoto calling Hiratsuka Shizuka over each time.
Watching her go from nervous and uneasy to blushing and yielding was a source of endless delight.
As for Yukino, she did retain her memories.
She chatted online with Makoto almost every day, but never once asked to meet.
Her reasoning: "I really enjoy having so much time. It lets me steadily improve every minute, every second."
A masterwork scene: Yukino, always improving.
Still, Makoto knew—under the influence of the Charm Badge buff—she would probably crack in a couple more days and come knocking.
She wanted to grow, yes, but she surely wouldn't reject hands-on experience either.
That afternoon, after dinner with Mayu, Makoto went out.
He had kept up his training throughout the time loop. Even outside the loop, he never stopped.
He could feel his physical strength growing, though he wasn't sure to what extent since he hadn't done a full-power test yet.
Standing at a busy intersection, Makoto debated whether to play another round of real-life GTA when several familiar voices reached his ears.
"Yo, Fushimi!"
Hayama Hayato walked over with two other male classmates.
All three were from Makoto's class—well-acquainted with each other.
"Were you just zoning out, Fushimi?" one of the boys asked curiously.
Makoto replied jokingly, "I was thinking about what I should do to feel some joy."
"'Joy'? That sounds a bit sketchy, man."
The group chuckled.
Then the same classmate leaned in and whispered, "If you're looking for 'joy,' I can recommend a place."
Makoto: "Where?"
"Kabukicho."
The suggestion caught everyone off guard.
The guy was visibly excited, face practically glowing.
Makoto was surprised. "Didn't expect that. But have you actually been?"
"No, but I've watched tons of videos—introductions, interviews—it's got me super curious."
"Then why not go?" Hayama asked.
"…I heard it's full of crazy people. I don't dare go alone," he replied sheepishly.
Makoto recalled some Kabukicho interviews he'd seen too.
If even half of those videos were accurate, those "landmine girls" people complained about were nothing in comparison.
Seeing Makoto go quiet, Hayama teased, "What? Don't tell me you've never been to a place like that either?"
Makoto: "Why do you ask?"
Hayama joked, "Aota really wants to go. There are no girls with us, so why don't you lead the squad?"
He only said it because he trusted Makoto—who always seemed so reliable and composed—and thought the silence meant he was flustered.
But Makoto gave him a strange look.
"Didn't think you'd be into that kinda place too. Alright, I don't think it's all that fun, but for my friends, I'll lead the way."
Hayama: "Huh?"
Aota lit up. "For real, Fushimi?!"
Makoto waved his hand grandly. "Let's go."
The others eagerly followed.
"Wait, I was kidding just now…" Hayama muttered as he trailed behind, helpless.
Even so, Hayama's nature wouldn't allow him to ruin his friends' excitement.
And just like that, the boys had their team-up.
As they passed a café, Makoto was chatting and didn't notice two elegant women sitting inside by the window.
"Hmm? Excuse me for a moment, Sayuri."
Mrs. Yukinoshita stood and stepped out.
Now, she was just two meters from Makoto and his group.
"That really is Makoto and Hayato."
She was about to call out to them when she heard one of the boys excitedly say,
"Should we change clothes? People can tell we're students just by looking. If we show up in Kabukicho like this, won't we get bullied?"
"Don't worry. Hayama will protect us."
"…You're giving me too much credit, Makoto," Hayama replied, half amused, half helpless.
Mrs. Yukinoshita's face turned serious.
Kabukicho?
What were they planning to do there?
She herself never went to that place, but she knew exactly how chaotic it was.
Not to mention the recent uproar over Okubo Park, which was in the same area.
She instinctively reached for her phone to call Makoto—
But then calmed down. With how dependable he was, Makoto would never go to Kabukicho just for pleasure.
"That boy seemed very excited. So… this is probably just some spur-of-the-moment curiosity?"
Thinking it over, she put her phone away.
She believed such impulses were normal for teenagers.
Still, since she'd seen them, she couldn't just ignore it.
"As a responsible adult, I should at least make sure they don't get into trouble."
Though she told herself that, her mind was entirely occupied with Makoto.
Even someone as familiar as Hayama Hayato didn't register.
"Did you see a friend or something? Why are you standing by the door so long?" Sawamura Sayuri came over.
Mrs. Yukinoshita smiled. "I just saw Makoto. You know how it is."
"Huh? That handsome and talented boy? Where is he?" Sayuri's eyes sparkled, glancing around eagerly.
Mrs. Yukinoshita sighed inwardly.
Sayuri's daughter was already in high school, yet sometimes the woman acted just like a teenage girl herself.
Though she admitted that Sayuri's liveliness was charming, it clashed a bit with her own traditional sensibilities.
"They've already left. But I'm thinking of following them."
She made no attempt to hide it.
Since they hadn't finished their conversation yet, and Sayuri was clearly interested in Makoto, they could continue discussing on the way.
Sure enough, Sayuri's eyes lit up. "I'll come too! We're not done talking anyway."
And just like that, the two beautiful women formed their own team-up.
…
"So this place really is packed at night?"
When Makoto and the boys arrived in Kabukicho, even the usually calm Hayama Hayato couldn't help being dazzled by the sights.
The flashing displays, the sudden music from the pachinko machines, the mirrored lights from the spiral stairs of adult entertainment shops—everything grabbed their attention.
Most eye-catching, of course, were the scantily clad women.
Hayama quickly looked away after a few seconds, but the other two sneakily ogled the girls in crop tops, whispering to each other.
"What do we do now? Just walk around?"
Hayama didn't try to stop them—he simply looked to Makoto.
He was already in the "since we're here" mindset.
Before Makoto could respond, two girls in short skirts and tall boots walked over.
They were heavily made up, and fairly average-looking.
They stared directly at Makoto and Hayama, eyes sparkling.
"Hey, handsome guys, can we exchange contact info?" The two girls boldly struck up a conversation.
Makoto didn't even glance at them and turned to Hayama Hayato with a sigh.
"I told you already, there's nothing fun about this place. Just look at their faces."
Girl 1: "?"
Hayama Hayato: "?"
Not far away, sitting in a car, Sawamura Sayuri covered her mouth and laughed exaggeratedly.
"Ah, I knew Fushimi-kun would definitely get hit on. But seriously, what are they even doing here?"
"It's probably just out of curiosity," said Mrs. Yukinoshita calmly.
Sayuri nodded with a smile.
"Makes sense. A lot of the businesses around here are off-limits to minors. But you know what they say—what's forbidden is always the most tempting."
She then glanced at Mrs. Yukinoshita. "Aren't you going to call them back?"
"No need. Makoto is a reliable boy. He can handle things just fine," Mrs. Yukinoshita replied.
Sayuri blinked. "If I didn't know you had two daughters, I'd almost think Fushimi was your own child."
Mrs. Yukinoshita didn't respond.
She didn't like that topic.
Just like how she was growing to dislike hearing Makoto call her "auntie."
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Damn Mrs. Yukinoshita..
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