Serizawa Aimi

The breeze from the window stirred the curtains, making the pink pyjamas on the floor flutter.

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Serizawa House..

White turbid foam overflowed from the edge of the pot, and the rising hot steam blew the lid of the pot, making a continuous "beeping" sound.

But Serizawa Yukiha, who had her face flushed and was holding her cheeks with a silly smile, did not notice the commotion in front of her.

However, it did catch the attention of Serizawa Aimi, who was lying on the sofa in the living room, reading a manga.

Hearing the familiar 'toot toot' sound, the girl's heart skipped a beat as she sat up in alarm and quickly called out towards the kitchen,

"Yukiha, watch the pot!"

"Huh?"

Hearing her sister's call, Serizawa Yukiha, who was thinking about what happened in the afternoon, came back to her senses with a start, and then quickly raised her hand to lift the lid of the pot.

Meanwhile, Serizawa Aimi, who had rushed from the living room, turned off the power.

After cleaning up the froth that had spilled onto the table, Aimi, dressed in pajamas with a cherry bear pattern, scratched her shoulder-length brown hair in confusion as she looked at the mushy contents in the pot:

"Yukiha, this... this can't be eaten, right?"

Glancing at the white paste still bubbling in the pot, Serizawa Yukiha, who was not good at cooking, covered her face in distress and helplessness:

"Cooking is so hard~."

With her arms crossed over her chest, her pajamas adorned with cherries that were larger than Yukiha's, Serizawa Aimi held a manga book between her fingers and sighed:

"Yukiha, if I don't keep an eye on you, we won't have breakfast tomorrow."

"I told you I would help you, but you refused. Can you accept my help now?"

Looking up at her older sister, whose face was much more youthful, Serizawa Yukiha stretched out her slender white fingers, twirled a strand of hair, twirled the hair on the side of her face, her face slightly red, as she spoke in a low voice: "I want to make some desserts that I can bring to school."

Hearing her words, a smile formed on the latter's lips as she lifted her manga book to cover the lower half of her face, her eyes twinkling:

"For a boyfriend?"

Thinking about what the two of them did in the afternoon, Serizawa Yukiha felt that there was only a thin layer of window paper between them, so she pursed her lips and shook her head shyly:

"Not yet~."

"So it's almost there?"

Hearing this denial that didn't sound like a denial at all, Serizawa Aimi teased her a bit before putting her manga book aside and starting to help her sister clean up:

"What do you want to make? I'll help you."

"No need, I'll ask him what he likes tomorrow, and then I'll make it on the weekend. I want to make it for him myself."

While washing the pot together with her sister, Serizawa Yukiha glanced at the manga book placed beside her and asked:

"Do you like anyone at school, sis?"

Hearing her sister's question, an image engraved in Serizawa Aimi's memory came to mind, and she shook her head.

"No, I only like two-dimensional characters."

Handing the cleaned pot lid to her sister, the girl smiled sweetly and winked at her sister:

"When you get the chance, introduce me to your boyfriend~"

Knowing that her sister probably had someone in her heart, but being sidetracked by Aimi's diversion, Serizawa Yukiha was about to say not to change the subject when she saw her sister wave her hand:

"If you're not cooking anymore, I'm heading back to my room. Don't stay up too late talking to your boyfriend, get some sleep."

Feeling that her sister was quite slippery, Serizawa Yukiha watched her walk upstairs and responded helplessly:

"Got it~"

After cleaning up the mess she had made, Serizawa Yukiha wiped her hands on her apron, preparing to take it off and return to her room when she noticed her sister's manga book left on the sink.

Drying her hands, the girl picked up the book, curious about the oddly dressed characters on the cover:

"Is this book really that interesting?"

Unlike her sister Serizawa Aimi, who loved reading manga and watching anime, she preferred literary works and rarely read such books.

So, this type of flashy cover was something she had never seen before.

Remembering what her sister had said earlier,

Feeling a little curious, Yukiha Serizawa stood still, opened the cover, and looked at the pages of the book, which were filled with cool clothes but passionate content.

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The night sky was silent, with only the occasional meow breaking the stillness.

The night was deep, and feeling the cool breeze blowing in from outside the screen window, Sasaki, who was shirtless and had just made up the bed sheets and gone to the first floor to take a shower, rested one knee on the edge of the bed and reached out to close the window.

The empty bedroom was very quiet.

With the windows closed, the joyful and beautiful scent that had not yet completely dissipated in the air gradually lingered around his nose.

Breathing in the scent, which wasn't exactly pleasant or unpleasant but grew more intoxicating the more he smelled it, Sasaki couldn't help but glance down at the little figure nestled under the covers that had shared this intoxication with him.

At this moment, the girl's red and white face was streaked with tears, arousing pity.

Although if one were to look closely, there was a small smile forming at the corners of her mouth.

Sasaki could only say that it was of satisfaction.

Well... thinking about what happened he had to say that as expected of Rinka, who had been playing with Otome since childhood.

Her ability to bend and twist in any direction, capable of any movement, was just like Otome's.

Not to mention, her nature was even more.

Different more his girlfriend's shy and wife like nature, this girl was wild one.

Just from the places she had bitten him, if it weren't for Sasaki's extraordinary physique, he felt that he might not be able to see anyone for days.

However, Sasaki didn't torture her too hard to the point that she couldn't get up in the morning and just pushed her through her limits.

Afterall she didn't need to put on a perfect act in front of Otome; she just needed to fool herself.

And judging from the way she screamed during the past hourse...

Well, she could fool her by saying that the walls are soundproof and Otome's room is a bit far away.

Afterall she didn't know that his bunny had been nourished and was no longer an ordinary one.

Brushing aside her sweat-dampened hair, he leaned down and gently kissed her smooth forehead, tucking her in as her body occasionally twitched from the exertion of exercise.

After checking the time on his phone and making sure he didn't smell of anything he shouldn't, he stood up, stepping into the night, and headed to catch his pink-haired bunny.

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