Abnormal abilities

After tidying up the room, Sasaki came downstairs.

Knowing Rinka was taking a bath, he joined Otome by the dining table, helping to serve dinner on the table.

"Is Otome's body feeling better? Do you need to take another day off tomorrow?"

Hearing this seemingly caring question and already knowing what Fuyumi was hinting at, Sakuragi Otome, with flushed cheeks, glared at him fiercely:

"Rinka is still here."

Although he had that idea but, knowing that she was still tired from the last night's intensity that was too overwhelming for a virgin, Sasaki, who did not want to damage Otome's body, did ask in a very serious manner.

But he didn't expect this girl to misunderstand his meaning.

Serve the whole meal to the table; Sasaki slipped his hands, wrapped them around her flexible waist, and held her in his arms.

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Pressing himself against Otome's back, feeling the smooth curves, Sasaki rested his chin on her shoulder and looked at her teasingly:

"Can't ask if Rinka is around? I'm just worried you might still be in pain; Otome is not thinking too much about it, right?"

Hearing this, the girl's already slightly flushed face instantly turned completely red as if covered with a large red cloth.

Subconsciously, she wanted to turn around and hit this teasing guy,

But the apron creased with folds made Sakuragi Otome collapse into Sasaki's embrace.

Feeling Fuyumi's mischief, the girl leaned her head against his and breathed out:

"Don't~ It can't be done here~ Rinka will come down in a while... eh~?"

Turning his head and whispering by Otome's hot, flushed ear.

Since coming in, Sasaki, who hadn't noticed anything unusual about her, softly asked:

"Seriously though, are you feeling okay now?"

His actions, far from serious, paired with his calm and genuine inquiry,

Made Sakuragi Otome, who was inwardly ashamed and annoyed, wish she could turn around and bite him.

But already belonging to him and having her entire heart stuck to him, the girl, although unhappy with his teasing,

Was just that—unhappy.

Facing his inquiry, she squinted her watery eyes and responded softly with a soft and trembling voice:

"I'm fine now, but..."

Halting mid-sentence, Sakuragi Otome lifted her body that was leaning in his arms, turning to face Sasaki directly as a flicker of hesitation and concern passed through her eyes.

She did not want to hide anything from the one she loves, so she hesitated for a moment but chose to be completely honest:

"When I was cooking tonight... I broke several pairs of chopsticks and bowls..."

"If it's broken, it's broken. Just throw it..."

Sasaki, puzzled about what was troubling this girl,

Had barely begun to offer words of comfort when he suddenly lowered his head and looked down at her anxious face.

.

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What happened?

Biting her lip, Sakuragi Otome saw the surprise and uncertainty in Fuyumi's expression and slowly nodded.

She then pulled a chopstick from the holder behind the sink.

Looking at her slender, jade-like fingers holding the wooden chopstick, Sasaki watched silently as she silently observed as Otome easily snapped the chopstick into segments.

She wasn't breaking the chopsticks with great effort, as a normal person might.

Instead, it was as effortless and natural as snapping a chocolate bar.

Taking the broken chopstick from Otome's hand, Sasaki asked softly:

"When did it start being like this?"

Seeing no strange look in the boy's eyes, Sakuragi Otome breathed a sigh of relief and said softly:

"After drinking the soup this morning, I slept all day. After waking up, I... I washed the sheets, and then while I was cooking and washing the dishes, it just..."

Gesturing towards the broken bowls in the trash can next to him, the girl's voice was filled with unease and anxiety.

If a teenage boy with Chunni syndrome suddenly discovered that he had abnormal strength, he might think he was about to awaken some superpower or something and die of joy.

But for Sakuragi Otome, who had no interest in such things, although she didn't mind being stronger,

But more than that, she feared seeing fear or rejection in her lover's eyes, as if he were looking at a monster.

But having given her heart and soul, Otome didn't want to hide anything, so after hesitating, she decided to tell Fuyumi.

She believed that Fuyumi liked her, so she didn't think he would be afraid of her because of this.

But as much as she thought about it,

Without hearing a definite response, Sakuragi Otome was still very nervous.

Looking at his expressionless face, which seemed to be thinking about something, the girl's eyebrows were knitted together as she bit her lip tightly, her eyes filled with uneasiness.

Sasaki, who was very close to Otome, naturally noticed her anxiety.

So, after snapping back to reality, he kissed her forehead, easing the furrow between her brows.

Then, seeing her relaxed expression, he smiled and playfully raised the chopsticks he was holding in his hand.

In her puzzled gaze, the boy's fingers slowly exerted force.

And just like crushing a biscuit effortlessly, he crumbled the chopstick in his hand into a small piece.

He balled up the small pieces of wood in his hands and threw them into the trash can.

After forming the small wood piece into a ball, he threw it into the trash can.

Sasaki then lowered his head and pressed a kiss on Otome's soft lips:

"You know it's because of who, right?"

Blinking quickly, Sakuragi Otome, coming out of her daze, cupped Sasaki's face with her hands and then also left a kiss on his lips.

Afterward, she leaned on his chest, no longer speaking.

She didn't care about Sasaki's uniqueness.

She didn't want to ask, didn't want to know.

As long as he still loved her, she just wanted to go home, cook for him, wake him up, tidy his clothes, and do those intimate things...

As for the other stuff...it didn't matter.

This was her wish when she first fell in love fell for Fuyumi.

And after handing over her body, this desire filled her entire heart.

Feel the warmth and softness in his arms.

Unexpectedly, not hearing any questions, the boy blinked in confusion but didn't dwell on it.

If Otome really started asking, he wouldn't know what to explain anyway.

Because the enhancement of his body was just as mysterious to him.

With a heart filled with mild confusion, Sasaki took Otome's small hand.

After examining it back and forth without finding any scratches, he pinched her waist gently.

"After crushing the bowl, didn't you hurt yourself? I obviously..."

Looking at the trash can and noticing a small red spot near the broken bowl, Sasaki then examined her other hand.

It was still smooth as jade, soft as silk, without a single scratch.

"I did get hurt, but..."

Standing up straight from the boy's embrace.

Sakuragi Otome pulled a fruit knife from the rack and swiped it with her fingers very decisively and quickly.

Before Sasaki could get closer to take the knife from her hand,

puff--

The dazzling line of blood on the girl's finger disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only a trace of blood on the fruit knife.

"This..."

Stroking her unscathed fingertip, Sasaki scratched his face.

He really didn't know about this ability, whether it was him or Otome.

But since she got her ability from him, then he must have it too.

But he hadn't been injured before, so naturally, he hadn't seen it.

Seeing Fuyumi's surprise.

And realizing that he didn't mean for her to demonstrate again and wanted to do it himself, Sakuragi Otome held his hand.

"Fuyumi, don't try it yourself..."