Using the same rule, Akane and I began our match, standing face-to-face on opposing sides of the tennis court.
“Husband, I won’t forgive you if you go easy on me,” Akane said as she pointed her racket at me.
Looking at how her chest was still expanding and deflating at quick intervals, she had yet to fully recover from their intense final rally. There’s also her sharp gaze that seemed to say ‘I’m also not going to go easy on you!’.
“Mhm. I won’t. This concerns your future, after all. I don’t want to keep you locked in our house. Getting a hobby like tennis will be great for you.”
“Hmph. I know enough that this is you worrying too much, husband. You’re aware of it, right? Nothing’s more important to me than you. I can even abandon Fuyu!”
“Oi, what are you saying?!” Fuyu couldn’t help but react upon hearing that. But well, Akane’s eyes remained fixed on me.