43 Why are you so small?

"Well, I could make you a deputy manager. Are you Interested?"

She had a high degree of favorability towards this little guy who had a measured approach and saved her sister's life.

So after hearing his words, Ayumi nodded very seriously.

Her sister's life was priceless, not to mention a deputy manager position. If he wished, she wouldn't mind handing over the entire store to him.

Sensing Ayumi's seriousness in her words, the boy looked at her in surprise before shaking his head in refusal.

"There's no need for that. I didn't save Sister Akane expecting anything in return."

Knowing why Ayumi was so generous, Sasaki, who didn't want her to think less of him for some trivial matter, naturally refused.

After looking at Sasaki with a serious tone and expression, Ayumi, knowing that he was a good boy, moved her chair closer and raised her hand to ruffle his face.

"Alright, alright, I know you're a good kid. But didn't you say you wanted me to support you?"

Sasaki didn't express any reaction to her move.

He just glanced at her upright posture through her off-shoulder dress, his tone lightly mocking Ayumi's naivety.

"Does your family employ their children as deputy managers?"

Catching his undisguised glance and knowing the curiosity young men his age have about women, Ayumi was not upset.

She just patted his leg lightly to signal him to stop the topic.

Although she knew in her heart that she had reached the age to find a boyfriend, and did not object to the idea of finding a boyfriend.

Not to mention she was not even opposed to considering a younger man.

Men younger that her were also an option but if he is too young... she will feel guilty like an old cow gnawing on young grass.

Joking about sensitive topics was the easiest way to cross lines, especially when both parties don't actually dislike each other and even share mutual affection towards each other.

If he were a bit older or if she were younger, Ayumi would have definitely played along, picking up on his words and letting the conversation escalate until the atmosphere was right for more to happen.

And than do that more.

But Sasaki at this age was not in her consideration range, at least not now.

Understanding what Sister Yumi meant, the boy changed the topic very naturally and without any embarrassment.

"So, does Store Manager Ayumi want to hire me as an employee?"

Knowing the Sasaki was not the rich young master she imagined and that he wanted to work there for whatever reason, Ayumi naturally had no reason to turn him away.

"Hire, Of course, I'll hire you, and work you to the bone, you dishonest naughty boy."

Reaching out to tug at Sasaki's cheek, which felt incredibly soft, she stared at his beautiful eyes and threatened him with a fierce tone.

Faced with the threats from the unscrupulous boss, the boy shook his head, threw away his white, jade-like cold hands, and gave her a sideways glance.

"If you make me work a little overtime and do some heavy work, I will call Sister Akane and complain."

"You don't want Sister Akane to find out you're bullying me in the store, would you?"

"Smart kid!"

Hearing him move out her sister, Ayumi's slender willow eyebrows couldn't help but jump, and she reached out and punched the boy in the stomach.

"What on earth did you learn in school? Why do I think you are so skilled?"

It's just after she said that, her expression changed as she felt her fist hitting the wooden board.

But before she could cry out in pain, Sasaki, who knew that he might hurt her by subconsciously tightening his stomach, took her red and slightly swollen fist, held it in his hand and massaged it gently.

"It was just a joke, why are you so excited?"

Watching the redness slowly fade, he blew gently into her little fist while rubbing it.

"Does it hurt?"

Seeing his completely unfaithful concern, the girl's heart jumped inexplicably, her green eyes blinked rapidly and in the end, she laughed it off to cover up her strangeness.

"Ha, it just hurt for a moment. I'm not that fragile."

In order to prevent him from scolding his sister, who is seven years older than him, in the tone of a strange child.

Ayumi didn't give him a chance to speak, so she stretched out her free hand and lifted up his clothes.

In order to avoid him scolding her again with that childish tone, she didn't give him a chance to speak and stretched out her uninjured hand and lifted up his shirt.

"Do you have a wooden board attached to your stomach? How come it's so..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Ayumi lifted her hand, staring at the beautifully curved abs and chest muscles under his white shirt that seemed sculpted from rock yet not at all bulky, and the girl was dumbfounded, sitting in her chair.

Living for twenty-five years, having seen pigs running around but never eaten pork, this beautiful big sister had never seen such an exaggerated figure.

Looking at his tall and well-proportioned appearance, she originally thought he was the same type as her brother-in-law who seldom exercised, not too fat, not too skinny, but without much muscle.

As a result, she didn't expect Sasaki, this bad boy, to reveal such impressive contents under his shirt.

Muttering to herself, Ayumi, although not experienced in real combat but knowledgeable from countless films and videos, blinked her eyes sparkling with light, looking up at the boy, who was massaging her palms.

Feeling the pain gradually receding on her phalanges, Ayumi, who had always taken care of her younger sister, really likes boys who knew how to take care of others and were gentle at the same time.

It was precisely because she had never enjoyed it that she desperately longed for it.

And Sasaki's series of reactions just now, as well as his perfect figure, hit her heart like a sharp arrow.

After all, Ayumi, who ran a convenience store, wasn't short on money.

Not to mention being rich and wealthy, she could buy anything she wanted, but the money she earned never made her particularly crave something.

Therefore, even though she had always wanted to find a boyfriend, she never included the financial status of her partner in her must-have criteria.

More than these material things, she preferred her partner to be caring, very gentle, and considerate of her.

Of course, if he also had a good figure and was handsome, that would be a bonus.

After all, a financially independent woman could only have these criteria for choosing a partner.

She didn't pay attention to him before, and just thought of him as a playful younger brother.

But now that she thought about it, this bad guy was simply the ideal template for her partner.

But thinking about the age gap between Sasaki and herself, the girl sighed secretly with some regret.

Glancing at the boy, who was frowning while massaging her painful hand with a frown on his face, Ayumi glanced at him up and down and muttered somewhat dissatisfiedly.

"Why are you so small..."

And Sasaki, with his keen senses, had already wanted to ask her when she was looking him up and down.

But before he opened his mouth, her sudden words almost made the boy petrified and cracked.

Feeling his wide palms that were kneading her suddenly stiffen and the bad boy's face turning darker, Ayumi, realizing he might have heard something terrible, panicked and thought not about escaping but about how to fix it.

After all, she wasn't the kind of person to shrink back.

Knowing that the source of his dissatisfaction was the ambiguity in her words, she quickly added another sentence right after speaking out.

"If only you were a bit older."

Feeling his palm soften again, the girl suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment in having him in her hand.

Thinking of some of the nurturing games that young people often play, she suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with being younger.

Ayumi, who had a clear idea in her mind, raised her delicate and beautiful face, looked at Sasaki's handsome but somewhat naive face, and had the idea in her heart that she wanted to mold him to her ideal shape and size.

She didn't think it would be difficult.

Because she could see that Sasaki, this naughty boy, had a lot of 'curiosity' about her.

As long as she could slowly cultivate this curiosity, it would not be difficult for lead it to love and then get married.

With her mind already made up, facing her future boyfriend, or even husband, Ayumi's eyes curved into a smile, and the palm that was being kneaded by him took the initiative to move her little finger and rub the boy's palm.

'Um? '