When Makoto dropped Nino and Itsuki off at the apartment entrance, night had already fallen.
After the two girls got off one after another, Itsuki first asked, "What should we do about the motorcycle?"
"Just return it to them in a couple of days. You saw for yourselves, they're easy to deal with," Makoto smiled.
Itsuki couldn't hold back and chuckled: "You scared them by lifting the motorcycle with one hand. Otherwise, they wouldn't be so easy to talk to."
Nino muttered beside her, "It's a pity we left them one bike. If they race in the city again tomorrow, they'll definitely scare others."
"They probably don't have the guts for that anymore."
Makoto was very certain.
He had contacted those two many times in the time loop; not only did they like to betray their teammates, but they were also especially cowardly.
"All right, enough about them," Nino raised her beautiful face, looking at Makoto: "We lost today. Do the two wildcard tickets need to be handmade?"
"Of course. This kind of sense of ritual is very important," Makoto said without hesitation.
"Sense of ritual?"
Nino rolled her eyes, apparently finding the idea a bit childish.
Then she asked, "What do you plan to make us do with these two tickets?"
Itsuki also looked over.
Makoto: "I haven't thought about it yet, but it will definitely be something you can do."
"Really?"
"If not, do you think I'd make you do something ridiculous? Like a backflip or something."
"I definitely won't perform a backflip for you!"
Nino laughed and gave him a playful eye roll.
Itsuki laughed as well: "If you want to see backflips, you'll have to ask Yotsuba. Her athletic ability is better than ours."
After a brief chat, Makoto took his leave.
The two girls didn't go inside immediately but watched for a while until Makoto disappeared before going in.
"Today was really fun."
Nino murmured to herself, smiling brightly.
I'm not happy!
Itsuki's expression was calm. Although she got a big meat bun, the massage she had hoped for didn't happen.
After the two came out of the elevator, when Nino opened the door, Itsuki saw a notification on her phone screen.
The message was from Makoto.
Itsuki glanced at Nino without showing any emotion. Seeing Nino didn't look at her, she quickly opened the social app.
Makoto: [I forgot to ask earlier. When I was applying medicine to Nino, you were watching very intently, right? Do you want to experience the technique of a professional masseur again?]
Itsuki was startled, a feeling of delight swelling inside her.
But the girl's modesty made her hesitate.
Should she admit it or not?
She changed her slippers after entering and suddenly remembered a phrase she saw online: Hesitation leads to defeat.
I don't want to lose!
Itsuki immediately replied: [If you have time next time, can you help me with a massage?]
Makoto: [Sure.]
Itsuki was instantly happy.
But she didn't know the phrase she saw online actually had a second half: Decisiveness leads to failure.
Nino didn't see Ichika in the living room, so she simply knocked on her bedroom door.
When Ichika opened the door, Nino asked, "Shall we take a bath together?"
Ichika realized Nino wanted to talk to her and smiled in agreement.
The two sisters came to the bathroom together, and just like last time, Nino was the first to take off her thin underwear and bra.
But this time, she didn't put her underwear away directly; instead, she pointed at Ichika and said, "I'm helping you bring this back, so shouldn't you thank me?"
Ichika was confused at first, but when she followed Nino's pointing finger, she froze.
Seeing her sister's expression, Nino thought to herself, "I was right—Ichika is definitely hiding a lot from me."
So she put on the same imposing tone she used on the phone earlier: "Ichika, you're a young lady!"
Ichika quickly adjusted her mindset and smiled, "I know."
After saying that, she naturally started undressing.
Nino sneered inwardly, You're still pretending to stay calm?
She was about to launch a second round of probing questions when Ichika leisurely said,
"Those sweatpants must be Makoto's, right? So that means today, not only did he give you a massage, but he also massaged you…"
Ichika deliberately didn't finish her sentence. Instead, she reached out and turned on the nearby faucet, and clear water immediately sprayed out.
Then she turned off the faucet, looked at the stunned Nino, and teasingly said, "You know what I mean, right?"
Nino had never seen such a scene before.
Her face instantly turned red, and she angrily said, "Are you really a young lady? Where on earth did you learn such… weird hints?"
She paused and changed the word to "weird," having almost slipped out a harsher phrase.
Luckily, she caught herself just in time.
Ichika grinned proudly, "Nino, you're so lame."
She recalled a phrase Makoto often said and smiled wider: "Embarrassed Nino is really cute."
"Idiot!"
Nino lost the battle and angrily sat down in the bathtub.
Ichika elegantly took off her clothes, fully showing off her body that easily outclassed girls her age.
As she spread her smooth, jade-like legs and slightly twisted her slender waist, she came over to Nino.
She didn't sit in the tub but looked down at Nino with a subtle smile and said,
"I still remember how the five of us used to occasionally argue over things, and it was always you and Itsuki who stood up to keep the peace."
Nino was surprised: "Why are you suddenly bringing this up?"
Ichika made a tentative move: "Nino, you're not a kid anymore. You wouldn't fight me over things now, right?"
Nino's expression stiffened. She suddenly turned away and said angrily, "If you know I'm not a kid, why are you asking such stupid questions?"
She added, "Besides, our hobbies are different. I don't like making a mess like you do, turning your room into a doghouse."
Ichika's smile faded slowly.
Was she avoiding a direct answer and trying to change the subject out of guilt?
Nino, what exactly happened to you tonight?
Sensing this, Ichika didn't push further.
When she also sat in the bathtub, she felt both headache and relief: Nino is indeed unstable, and in this house, only Itsuki can truly make me feel safe.
Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Itsuki was chatting online with Makoto.
…
At 9 PM, Makoto ended the conversation with Itsuki.
The girl didn't talk about much else online, mostly asking him about how to make those steamed buns from earlier.
She also casually brought up some topics she didn't plan to tell Nino and the others.
For example, next time she hoped that when she got a massage, Makoto would help relax her leg muscles, just like he did for Nino.
Regarding this, Makoto thought Itsuki was quite subtle.
If it were Ichika, it probably would have been a blunt: "I'll give you my legs to play with."
After a while, Mayu came by.
She was carrying some food, clearly remembering her earlier promise to bring Makoto some treats.
However, Makoto wasn't interested in the food at all.
Because an even more appetizing "treat" was right in front of him—Mayu was wearing black stockings.
This was a rare sight.
Usually at this hour, she would be wearing pajamas or a comfortable nightgown.
But never stockings.
At that moment, her skirt was just a little above her knees, revealing a smooth thigh that contrasted sharply with the black thigh-high stockings.
The belt at her waist tightly hugged her slender waist, perfectly accentuating her delicate figure and irresistibly attractive chest.
The texture of the stockings was fine and smooth—people online often say stockings are like a woman's second skin, and that was certainly true here.
The black stockings fit perfectly over her well-proportioned legs, adding a subtle sensual haze to her already beautiful legs.
The black fabric shimmered faintly under the light, and it was obvious that the stockings left a shallow mark on her thigh where they pressed.
Makoto hadn't even seen this in person yet, but just imagining the scene made him instinctively give a thumbs up—That's so hot!
"Hey, why are you staring at my legs like that?" Mayu blushed slightly, a little uncomfortable with Makoto's unabashed gaze.
Makoto replied, "They're beautiful. I like looking, so I want to look more."
Mayu smiled lightly, "Really? I was worried you'd find it strange since I never wore these before."
"Then why did you decide to wear them today?"
"Well, it's a long story, and it involves Teacher Shizuka…"
"Then get to the point."
"You can't tell anyone, okay? Teacher Shizuka went on a blind date today, but the guy she was supposed to meet got distracted by a woman wearing black stockings and stood her up."
Mayu's expression changed, as if torn between amusement and sympathy for Hiratsuka Shizuka.
Finally, she said softly, "You once said my legs were especially beautiful, so I thought maybe if I wore stockings, you'd be even happier."
Makoto suddenly realized, "So you bought a pair on your way back?"
Mayu blushed, shyly holding up her small hand and indicating, "Five pairs. I bought five pairs."
Makoto gave a respectful nod.
Five pairs.
That's enough for me to tear through.
As she sat down next to Makoto, about to remind him to eat before the food got cold, she saw him lift his left hand and pat his thigh.
The meaning was clear: "Can I play with your legs?"
Mayu blushed and playfully scolded him, "Can't you be a little more patient?"
Makoto: "I don't care about that!"
Mayu shyly looked away, mumbling to ease her nervousness and embarrassment, "You really leave me no choice."
After that, she took off her shoes, adjusted her sitting posture, and turned sideways.
Her pair of black-stockinged beautiful legs fell into Makoto's arms.
Most importantly, her eyes were sparkling wet as she turned her face slightly and softly said, "You can play now."
Makoto thought: I wonder if I can hold back.
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