The sun was setting.
The park was quiet.
Ayase Aragaki approached Takumi Yuuya, who was sitting on a bench, hesitating for a few seconds before walking over.
Yuuya looked up at her.
"What do you want to tell Kirino?" he asked.
"I don't want Kirino to end up like me," Ayase replied, staring straight at him.
Yuuya studied her carefully.
"My feelings for Kirino are real. For you… not so much," he said.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"You interrupted me kissing Kirino. So… what do you think I want?"
"You said… the most we could do is hold hands or hug," Ayase said, clenching her fists.
Hearing this, Yuuya stood and walked in front of her.
"Yes, I said that—but what happened today made me angry. If you tell Kirino about your feelings and she thinks I'm being too much and breaks up with me… what then?"
"I… I just wanted to warn Kirino so she'd think a little," she said softly.
"It's the same thing. You're trying to stop me from pursuing her."
"…."
"Fine. Since you don't want to kiss, then just give the money back."
"You… you'd break up with me?"
"I'll use that 100 million yen to deal with your father. That's the cost of trying to stop me," Yuuya said calmly.
"N-no… you can't do that," Ayase whispered, her face paling.
She wasn't sure what 100 million yen could do to her father. But if a scandal arose because of it, he might be forced to resign… and then…
Her shoulders slumped.
"I'm sorry. It's my fault. I'll accept all your conditions," she said, bowing slightly.
"All my conditions? Are you sure?"
Yuuya said, expression calm.
Ayase straightened, tears glinting in her eyes.
"Yes… I'm sure," she said.
"Then I won't hold back," he said, leaning in.
Ayase closed her eyes.
The moment their lips met, a camera shutter clicked.
Ayase froze.
Yuuya glanced at the photo on his phone.
"From now on, when you talk to Kirino, remember this photo is in my hands," he said.
"The transfer record of that 100 million yen, plus this photo."
"Guess what Kirino will think?"
Ayase snapped out of her shock.
"You…"
"Now, continue kissing," Yuuya said, lifting her chin.
He kissed her again.
"Ayase Aragaki disgust +50""Ayase Aragaki disgust +50""Ayase Aragaki disgust +50"
Earlier, no disgust had been recorded—she truly believed she was in the wrong. But now, knowing he wasn't angry and it was all part of his plan…
Ayase was furious.
Yet she couldn't do anything about it.
A few minutes later, Yuuya looked at her—shy, angry, and flustered.
"Alright, I'm no longer angry. You can leave now, but next time I won't forgive you so easily," he said.
"Ayase Aragaki disgust +50"
She turned and left, not willing to linger a moment longer.
Back at home, Saki Kawasaki had already arrived.
She was preparing dinner in the kitchen.
Yuuya stood at the doorway, watching her.
Saki felt his gaze and blushed.
She looked at him.
"If you're not hungry, I can prepare dinner later," she said.
Yuuya approached her.
"My little maid has learned how to give hints," he teased.
Saki's face flushed, but a hint of expectation shone in her eyes.
He didn't hold back and kissed her.
She responded eagerly.
Yuuya lifted her into his arms and carried her to her room.
Once inside, he set her down and walked to the wardrobe.
He pulled out a maid outfit and tossed it to her.
Saki hesitated, shy, but changed into it in front of him.
Once dressed, she bowed formally.
"Master Yuuya," she said.
"Saki… can you give me a look of disdain?" he asked.
"Huh?"
"Come on, this is important to me."
"O-okay…" she whispered.
"Good… just like that. Now, slowly lift the maid outfit," Yuuya instructed.
Saki's cheeks turned bright red.
It was clear she was completely embarrassed by this roleplay—but because Yuuya liked it, she didn't refuse.
After a nod of satisfaction, Yuuya moved to the next task.
"Saki Kawasaki pleasure +100""Saki Kawasaki pleasure +100""Saki Kawasaki pleasure +100""Saki Kawasaki pleasure +100""Saki Kawasaki pleasure +100"
Night fell.
Yuuya sat at the dining table.
Saki served dinner and sat beside him.
Her cheeks still carried a blush.
Yuuya praised her cooking as he ate.
Saki smiled.
After dinner, they washed the dishes together, tidied the kitchen, and then went to the bathroom.
Because Saki needed to go home to care for her younger sister, Yuuya didn't tease her further.
After leaving the bathroom, he brought a hairdryer and helped her dry her hair.
Saki sat on the sofa, smiling sweetly.
Once she changed clothes, they left together.
Yuuya rode her to her front door.
She kissed him on her own.
After a long moment, she pulled away.
"Goodnight."
"Goodnight," Yuuya replied with a smile, then rode off on his bike.
But he didn't go home—he turned toward Yukino Yukinoshita's apartment.
At eight in the evening, Yukino, just out of the shower, answered Yuuya's video call.
She froze slightly when she saw the elevator behind him.
"Why does that look… familiar?"
"Stop staring. Open the elevator," Yuuya said.
"Why are you here now?" Yukino asked, walking to the door and opening it.
"I came to see you. Do I need to check the time first?"
"N-no… have you eaten?"
"I ate already. I just sent my little maid home," he replied.
"Then I'll get your pajamas ready."
Inside the elevator, Yuuya ended the video call.
After Friday's events, Yukino's attitude toward him had shifted significantly.
In romance, once one side becomes the weaker party, it's hard to regain their previous stance.
Exactly the effect Yuuya wanted.
He intended to use this moment to push their relationship to the next stage and completely win over Yukino.
Ding
The elevator doors opened.
Yuuya stepped out.
The apartment door was open, slippers already in place.
He changed into them and entered.
In the living room, Yukino had prepared tea and snacks.
Seeing Yuuya, she stood.
"I…"
"Come here," he said, sitting on the sofa.
Yukino didn't hesitate and moved closer.
He reached out and pulled her into his arms.
Her face flushed, but she didn't resist.
Yuuya kissed her.
Yukino closed her eyes.
She felt his hands wandering a little.
Her face grew warm.
"Yukino Yukinoshita favor +50""Yukino Yukinoshita favor +50""Yukino Yukinoshita favor +50"