Until ten o'clock in the evening, fatigue finally began to show on everyone's faces.
The excitement of the birthday celebration gradually settled into a quiet, comfortable drowsiness.
Ebina Hina gently took her two close friends by arms and led them toward one of the guest rooms.
Saki Kawasaki and Nishimiya Shouko were already arranged to share a room.
Isshiki Iroha and Meguri Shiromeguri were also assigned another room together.
Finally, there were Yukinoshita Yukino and Akira Fujimiya.
.....
On the way to the bedroom,
Akira naturally held Yukinoshita Yukino's hand.
Her fingers were cold, but he did not pull away.
"How much money did you give Ebina-san?" Yukinoshita asked calmly.
"One million yen," Akira replied without hesitation. "If her script is good enough, I'll give her more later."
"Giving too much all at once might make Ebina-san misunderstand," Yukinoshita said softly. "She might think you're using money to…"
"I know," Akira interrupted gently. "That's why I explained that it was payment for the script."
"If this were the future," Yukinoshita continued, meeting his gaze, "I wouldn't have any problem with you giving other's one hundred million yen."
Akira smiled faintly.
"By then, money really would be important," he said.
He understood what Yukinoshita meant.
After they were married, the situation would be very different.
For the other girls as well, Akira's time, companionship, and care would become more limited.
Even if he tried his best, he could never give everyone the same attention.
At that time, some form of compensation would be inevitable.
Even if Akira tried to remain emotionally distant, Yukinoshita Yukino would likely ensure that the others were not treated unfairly.
"Yukino," Akira said after a moment, "what do you think of them?"
"I…" Yukinoshita hesitated slightly. Her expression was complicated. "I think everyone is foolish."
"....In the face of love," Akira said slowly, "they don't want to retreat, but they also don't want to step forward and compete with you. You're foolish too, even knowing about their relationship with me, you still like me...And they're foolish as well to like a scumbag like me. Even though they know they can't marry me right away, they still can't bear to leave."
"It's all your fault," Yukinoshita said, rolling her eyes at him. "You're terrible."
"Thank you, Yukino," Akira replied seriously. "It must be difficult for you to accept all of this. I've decided that after we get married, I'll work hard so we can have three children."
"At most two!" Yukinoshita protested immediately, her cheeks turning red.
Akira laughed softly and lifted her into his arms.
Yukinoshita instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned against him.
.....
Inside Yukino's Bedroom,
Click!
The door to her bedroom swung shut with a soft click, enclosing them in the intimate hush of her personal space.
This new room was reflecting Yukino's refined taste—minimalist walls lined with neatly arranged bookshelves, a large window draped in sheer curtains filtering the evening light into a warm, golden haze, and the bed dominating the center, its white duvet pristine and inviting.
She had decorated her room after getting the Villa under her name.
Akira carried her effortlessly, his steps measured, until he reached the edge of the mattress. Setting her down ln the edge of the bed, but he didn't seperate, he held her close, their faces inches apart, his breath mingling with hers in the charged air.
Yukino's heart raced beneath her beautiful gown, a elegant piece of midnight silk that draped over her slender figure like a second skin, accentuating her subtle curves without ostentation.
She met his gaze, her dark eyes flickering with a mix of affection and feigned protest, but the love she harbored for him softened her resolve, making her lean in first.
Their lips connected in a kiss that started as a whisper of romance—Akira's mouth pressing lightly against hers, full and yielding, drawing out the plushness of her lower lip with a gentle suck that made her eyelids flutter.
But tenderness gave way to raw hunger swiftly. Akira tilted his head, capturing her upper lip between his teeth in a firm nip, tugging it outward before releasing with a soft pop, only to seal his mouth over hers again in a deeper claim.
Yukino responded with equal fervor, her lips parting to devour his in return—sucking his bottom lip into her mouth, her tongue darting out to trace its edge before pulling it fully inside for a rolling massage.
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
The wet sounds began immediately, smacks of flesh meeting flesh as their mouths ground together, saliva building and spilling in slick trails down her chin.
She bit down lightly on his lip, a spark of playfulness, eliciting a low growl from him that vibrated against her.
Their lips ate at each other now, bruising in their intensity—Akira's over hers at an angle that allowed his tongue to breach first, but Yukino countered by sucking his lip harder, drawing it deep before mashing her mouth flush, noses bumping in the frenzy.
He retaliated by engulfing her entire lower lip, tongue grazing the sensitive inner flesh as he pulled back slightly, before diving in to suckle the upper one with possessive rolls.
Yukino's breaths came in hot puffs between seals, her hands clutching his shirt as she devoured him back—lips sliding wetly, pressing and releasing in rhythmic devours that left them both swollen and glistening.
The kiss turned beastly, raw edges sharpening the romance; she nipped his lip sharply, tasting a faint metallic tang, while he ground his mouth against hers, lips compressing hers into a heated mash, saliva dripping onto her neckline.
Yukino's thoughts swirled in the haze, her body arched subtly, pressing closer, as she let him lead the pace.
Akira's hands framed her face briefly, thumbs brushing her cheeks as their lips continued the feast—sucks turning into deep, consuming pulls, the wet schlicks echoing like promises of more. Sweat beaded on her forehead, the air thickening with their shared heat, her eyes turning moist as she felt the heat.
Each devour laced with love, until Yukino's lips throbbed, parted and panting, begging silently for the next assault.
Akira's hands began their exploration, palms splaying over the silk of her gown to caress her curves with deliberate slowness—fingers tracing the elegant line of her spine, dipping into the hollow of her waist, then cupping the modest perk with a squeeze that made her gasp into the kiss. The fabric was cool against his touch but warming quickly from her body heat, his thumbs circling the subtle flare of her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her small breasts through the material, feeling her nipples pebble into tight points that strained the silk.
Akira's thrusting past her lips to coil around hers in a slick tangle—thick and insistent, rolling the soft length of hers against the roof of his mouth before pulling it into a deep suck. Yukino's tongue met the challenge, wrapping around his in counter-twists, flicking the underside in teasing laps that drew a rumble from his throat.
Slurp~! Sluurrrp! Slurrp~!
Wet sounds amplified—sloppy slurps as they slid over each other, plunging and retreating in erotic rhythm, saliva bubbling at the corners of their mouths and trickling down.
He curled his tongue dominantly, trapping hers for a rough grind, while she sucked back with romantic fervor, the tastes mingling—hers faintly sweet from tea, his earthy and warm.
The hands didn't stop, kneading her modest breast possessively, sending shivers that made her press harder into the kiss, tongues wrestling in a dance of raw desire.
After having his fun with her upper body, Akira's hand trailed downward, skimming the hem of her gown before slipping beneath to reach her panties—fingers brushing the damp edge where thigh met core.
The fabric was already drenched, clinging transparently to her swollen folds, and he traced the line of her slit through it with feather-light strokes, feeling the heat pulse beneath.
Yukino moaned sharply into the kiss, the sound muffled as her body jolted, hips twitching forward involuntarily.
"Mmmph..." she tried to pull back, her embarrassment flaring—but Akira wouldn't going to let it happen, his mouth crashing back down like a hungry beast, devouring her lips with savage intensity.
He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, teeth grazing as his tongue plunged deep to silence her, grinding against hers in forceful rolls,
While his fingers caressed her heat over the panties—gentle circles around the protruding nub of her clit, pressing the soaked cotton into the sensitive flesh until it throbbed visibly.
Yukino's moan vibrated against his invading tongue, her body tensing as pleasure sparked, but she was trapped in the kiss, enduring his advances with helpless yields. His fingers dipped lower, stroking the seam of her entrance through the barrier, the material squelching wetly as her juices seeped further, coating his fingertips.
She writhed, thighs clenching around his hand, but he held her steady, his free arm banding her waist, mouth unrelenting—lips bruising hers in rough mashes, tongue thrusting like a preview of more, devouring every protest into whimpers.
Her pussy clenching emptily under the teasing pressure.
The caresses grew firmer, fingers rubbing side-to-side over her clit, making it swell and pulse, sparks shooting up her spine while his beastly kiss consumed her—saliva dripping, breaths ragged.
She moaned louder between thier kiss, body heating, the scent of her arousal beginning to waft subtly, mixing with his clean musk.
Unable to do anything but endure, her hips bucked subtly into his hand, chasing the sensation despite herself.
Yukino's resistance melted fully, her body a canvas for his advances, until Akira gave a light push, guiding her backward.
She fell onto the bed on her back with a soft whoosh of the duvet, their kiss unbroken—lips fused in that devouring lock as he followed her down, his body covering hers partially.
The mattress dipped under their weight, the creak faint but intimate.
At last, he pulled back, breaking the connection with a string of saliva snapping between them.
"Haaa...Haaa."
Yukino breathed heavily, hot gusts escaping her swollen lips, chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the gown, her face flushed a deep crimson, strands of dark hair sticking to her damp forehead.
"Akira... that was..." she panted, voice husky with need, but he silenced any further words by lowering his head again.
Anticipating another lip kiss, Yukino closed her eyes, lashes fluttering against her cheeks, her body relaxing in expectation.
But his mouth bypassed hers, landing hotly on her neck instead—lips pressing firmly to the pulse point below her ear, sucking with a deliberate pull that drew the skin taut.
She moaned in surprise, "Ah!"—the sound involuntary, her neck arching to offer more as tingles raced down her spine.
Akira marked her, tongue laving the spot before teeth grazed in a light bite, leaving a blooming red hickey that throbbed with heat.
He trailed lower, kisses turning to open-mouthed sucks along her collarbone—tongue tracing the delicate ridge, dipping into the hollow at its base with a swirl that made her gasp, body shivering under his assault.
Yukino's hands fisted the sheets, knuckles whitening as surprise morphed to pleasure, her moans spilling freely—breathy and needy, "Nngh... Akira, that tickles... feels..."
Her usual composure cracked, her desire evident in how she tilted her head back, yielding her body to his claims. Each mark pulsed, skin sensitizing, nipples hardening further against the silk as sweat began to bead, trickling down her neck in warm rivulets.
The bed creaked with her subtle twists, his hands pinning her shoulders gently, the air filling with the soft, wet sounds of his mouth on her flesh.
Akira's descent continued, his hands gathering the gown's fabric and pulling it upward in a slow reveal—exposing the smooth expanse of her thighs, pale and trembling, until the drenched panties came into view, dark with her essence. He positioned himself between her legs, breath fanning hotly over the soaked cotton, the warm gust making Yukino shiver intensely, a full-body quake that arched her hips off the bed.
"Oh..." she whimpered, the sensation electric, her core clenching in anticipation, fresh wetness seeping through.
Embarrassment flooded her; she tried to close her thighs, knees drawing together to hide her vulnerability,
"Don't look...." But Akira's hands intercepted, gripping the inner thighs firmly, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh to hold her spread wide.
His strength was unyielding, increasing each day, she relaxed under his lead, legs quivering in his grasp, unable to deny him.
Without pause, his tongue extended, licking a broad stripe over the panties along her slit—the fabric yielding under the pressure, molding to her puffy lips as he tasted the tangy seep of her arousal through it.
Yukino moaned deeply, "Mmm! Aaah!"
Her hips jerking up into his face, the barrier adding friction that heightened the tease. He lapped relentlessly, tongue pressing flat to rub her clit through the cotton, circling the hardened nub in slow, deliberate loops that made it throb visibly, sending jolts through her nerves.
Her moans grew louder, desperate edges creeping in as pleasure built—body writhing, thighs straining against his hold, the wet fabric squelching with each pass.
Akira sucked the material into his mouth then, nibbling gently on her clit, teeth grazing just enough to spark fire without pain, while his tongue flicked rapidly over the soaked spot.
Yukino's reactions intensified—back aching, hands clawing at his hair, pulling him closer despite her initial shame. Her sweat slicking her skin, the creak of the bed joining her vocal pleas. Juices flowed heavier, the panties translucent now, outlining every fold as he devoured her through her panties.
Her pussy spasmed lightly, inner walls fluttering emptily, moans turning into cries that echoed softly in the room.
If not for others being tired or deep in sleep, they might have lost their sleep because of her. Hearing to her shameful pea.
The scent of her musk bloomed stronger, intoxicating him further.
Satisfied with the tease, Akira's remove her panties, sliding the drenched fabric aside with a slick drag, revealing it to one go to fully reveal her beautiful wet pussy—outer lips flushed pink and swollen, parting slightly to show the glistening inner folds, clit erect and begging, entrance twitching with need, a trail of clear nectar dripping toward her ass.
The exposure made Yukino gasp, cool air kissing her heat, but his mouth followed instantly, tongue lapping directly at her pussy lips—long, savoring strokes from bottom to top, parting the slick petals with each pass, collecting her essence on his tastebuds.
She tasted divine—tart like fresh citrus mixed with a creamy sweetness, her arousal coating his tongue in thick layers as he delved deeper.
Yukino moaned helplessly, voice desperate and breaking, "Akira... oh god, yes..."
Her hips grinding up instinctively, seeking more friction. His tongue flickered her hardened clit then, rapid flicks at first—made it pulse wildly, her thighs shaking in his grip as electric sparks shot through her core.
She reacted with abandon, body arching high, inner walls clenching rhythmically around nothing, juices squirting in tiny anticipatory bursts that splashed his chin.
Akira plunged his tongue inside her without mercy, spearing deep into the tight, velvety channel—feeling her walls flutter and squeeze immediately, hot and slick like molten silk gripping him.
Yukino cried out, "Ohhhh! Ahh!"
Her voice a desperate keen, tears welled from overwhelming sensation, hands yanking his hair harder.
His tongue moved with expert precision—thrusting in and out in fucking motions, curling upward to stroke the spongy front wall, lapping her inner ridges with broad, rolling presses that tasted her deepest nectar, richer and more musky there, flooding his mouth as he swallowed greedily.
Her reactions were Instant— inner walls clenching desperately around his invading tongue, hips bucking wildly to impale herself further. Moans poured from her—throaty and frantic, escalating to screams as he twisted his tongue inside, swirling to coat every inch before withdrawing to suck her clit hard, lips forming a seal that pulled the nub taut.
Then back in, plunging faster, the wet schlicks of his movements mixing with her gushing fluids, her body convulsing—thighs quaking violently, toes curling into the sheets, nipples aching peaks scraping the gown.
He hummed against her folds, vibration rumbling through her core, pushing her higher—tongue flicking her clit in bursts while fingers spread her lips wider for deeper access, then diving back to thrust relentlessly.
Yukino's climax built inexorably, body tensing, inner muscles spasming explicitly in prelude contractions that squeezed his tongue like a vice. When it hit, she came with a loud wail, "Akiraaa! I'm cumming!"
Her voice piercing enough to carry through the door—waking up a poor maid— her pussy convulsing in violent spasms, walls fluttering and clenching in endless ripples, squirting hot jets of fluid in forceful arcs that soaked his face, neck, and the bed in sticky warmth, her entire form shuddering in ecstasy.
Her cries echoing loudly beyond the room's confines, body seizing in raw release—pussy spasming with explicit contractions that rippled outward, squirting in hot, pulsing streams that drenched everything in reach, inner walls fluttering desperately as aftershocks trembled her limbs.
She collapsed back, panting and spent, but Akira wasted no time, rising with eyes glazed in ferocity, hands yanking at his pants to shove them down, his thick cock springing free—veined shaft rigid and curving upward, head bulbous and slick with pre-cum, throbbing with need.
He traced his member over her drenched pussy, the hot length sliding along her slick lips, nudging her oversensitive clit with slow drags that made her whimper, fresh spasms twitching through her core.
Yukino moaned helplessly, body still tired from the orgasms, "W-wait... too sensitive...", Her voice weak, thighs quivering, the teasing was torturous, his cockhead parting her folds slightly, coating itself in her cum, the wet glide eliciting involuntary bucks from her hips despite exhaustion.
Then, ruthlessly, Akira plunged inside—not fully, but half his length burying into her with a single, forceful thrust, the stretch immediate and intense. Yukino moaned loudly,
"AHHHHHHH!" The intrusion splitting her walls, inner muscles clenching around the invading girth like a tight fist, rippling in shockwaves that gripped him from base to tip.
Her pussy spasmed around it, walls clenching him tightly, squirting small, hot squirts around his shaft with each clench, juices bubbling out to coat his balls. The sensation was overwhelming—his dick thick and hot, pressure building on her inside.
Akira groaned, feeling her heat envelop him—slick and spasming, her reactions fueling his roughness as he began shallow thrusts, pulling back to the tip before slamming half-deep again, the motion making lewd schlicks, her pussy lips puffing out around him.
Yukino's body reacted vividly — hips jerking unconsciously to meet him, inner walls clenching tighter with every movement around his cock in waves that drew grunts from his throat.
She moaned continuously—high and desperate, voice cracking as pleasure-pain bloomed, her small breasts heaving under the gown, nipples stiff and scraping fabric.
Sweat poured down her neck in beads, the bed creaking rhythmically under the building pace.
Akira thrusts gaining momentum, her pussy clenching—her legs wrapped around him tightly, pulling him closer, body yielding fully to the raw intimacy.
Akira slowly sank the rest of his cock inside with a deep groan, bottoming out in her spasming heat—walls stretching taut around his full girth, clenching in welcoming ripples that made him shudder.
Yukino cried out stupidly, "Yes! All of you..."
Her pussy convulsing around the complete fill, squirting a warm gush that soaked their joined groins. Rocking hips in slow grinds that stirred her depths, head nudging her G-spot softly—thrusts sharpening to powerful snaps, his balls slapping her ass with wet thuds, bed creaking louder under the force.
Her moans filled the space—helpless and throaty, body arching to take each plunge, nipples aching as breasts jiggled subtly.
"Harder! Ohhhhh!," she begged, stupidly, her desire gleaming in her pleas, scent of her arousal heavy and sweet, mixing with his earthy musk, sweat trickling down her neck, pooling in her collarbone; the creak of springs punctuating every drive.
Akira paused mid-thrust, his cock buried deep, and hooked one of her legs over his shoulder—her knee bending naturally as he lifted it, angling her hips upward for better access.
"Like this, Yukino...," he whispered, resuming with a slow withdrawal before slamming back in, the new position allowing his shaft to grind her G-spot directly.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
SLURP! SCHLICK! SLURP!
Yukino moaned helplessly, "Oh! There... yes!"
The penetration intense, walls clenching viciously around him, spasming in rhythmic contractions that milked his length, squirting forcefully in arcs with each G-spot hit, fluids splashing his abdomen.
His dick moved with rough precision—long pulls out until just the head teased her entrance, then ruthless plunges that buried him to the hilt, veined underside dragging her inner walls in friction that sparked stars. Her body reacted wildly — hips bucking to meet him, inner muscles fluttering and squeezing in explicit spasms, thighs quaking from the stretch, moans desperate and broken, "Deeper... don't stop!"
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Sweat beaded everywhere, the air thick with their scents, bed groaning in protest.
Yukino wailed, "Akira! So deep...ohhhh!", moaning helplessly as her body seized, inner walls spasming around his pistoning cock, clenching in powerful waves that gripped him like a vice, squirting in hot, continuous jets that drenched the sheets and his thighs.
" Yukino! I am going to cum inside you!" Akira shouted, increasing his movement.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
SCHLICK! SLURP! SHLICK! SLURP!
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Every movement was deliberate and rough—hips snapping forward in brutal rhythm — thrusts accelerating until climax hit—his cock swelling, pulsing thick ropes of cum deep into her womb, flooding her with heat as her own orgasm crashed, pussy spasming wildly around him, clenching to draw every spurt, squirting mixing with his seed in overflowing creamy mess.
....
Early Saturday morning.
By the time Akira woke up, it was already eight o'clock.
The space beside him was empty.
Yukinoshita Yukino was already gone—most likely up early to prepare breakfast.
Akira changed into the clothes prepared for him, washed up in the bathroom, and left the bedroom.
In the corridor, Nagano Setsuna approached him.
"Akira-sama," she said respectfully, even though the look she was giving him said something else, "The car is ready. The second young lady is already at the dinner table, and the other guests are there as well."
"I understand," Akira replied. "I will leave the household matters to you. Let everyone enjoy their time here."
"Yes," Setsuna bowed. "Please rest assured."
Akira said nothing more and headed toward the dinner table.
Setsuna looked at the departing figure, her breathe turning heavy, her thigh clenching against each other.
.....
The dinner table was lively when he arrived.
Contrary to his expectations, Yuigahama Yui was already awake.
"Yui, I thought you'd sleep in," Akira said as he sat beside Yukinoshita Yukino. "I didn't expect you to wake up so early."
"When she was asleep, Yumiko and I tried to wake her properly," Ebina Hina said with a smile. "But she said—"
"Hina…!" Yui blushed deeply and tried to interrupt.
"She called my name, didn't she?" Akira guessed calmly.
Yui lowered her head in embarrassment.
"Well," Ebina Hina continued with a laugh, covering her mouth, "Yui said, 'Akira-kun, help me change my clothes. I want to sleep five more minutes.'"
Yui's face turned bright red.
Isshiki Iroha watched from the side with a trace of envy in her eyes.
Yukinoshita Yukino smiled slightly.
She knew that back at Sakurasou, Yuigahama Yui often asked Akira to help her get ready in the mornings.
"Saki," Akira said while eating breakfast, "after we finish, call Saori Tsurumi and ask her to pick up your sister and Rumi-chan. They'll stay at the villa today."
"Okay," Saki nodded, without hesitation.
"Where's Hiratsuka-sensei?" Yukinoshita asked.
"If I'm not mistaken, Hiratsuka-sensei should be at school today," Akira replied. "She took a long leave before, and now that final exams are over, she'll probably be helping with marking papers."
Yukinoshita nodded in understanding.
.....
After breakfast, Akira set off by car.
His destination was Future Comics Publishing House.
Hanada Yui was already prepared.
It took about two hours to drive to Tokyo.
Hanada Yui didn't bring an assistant with her. She drove herself.
Akira sat in the passenger seat, chatting with her about her hometown.
Hanada Yui's hometown was a port city, far less prosperous than Chiba or Tokyo.
Ever since high school, she had wanted to go to a big city.
After graduating, she joined Yukinoshita Construction and was noticed by Mrs. Yukinoshita.
She once thought that was her opportunity.
But reality was not so simple.
"Speaking of which," Hanada Yui said, changing the subject, "there's a girl from my hometown whose story is very inspiring. She went alone to Totsuki Academy, hoping to become a great chef. I still keep in touch with her, but I wonder how she's doing now that she's entered high school. Totsuki Academy is said to be extremely strict where students can be expelled at any time."
Akira was slightly stunned.
A port city.
Totsuki Academy.
Alone.
It reminded him of Yukihira Soma—and of the Totsuki Resort.
"I know the eldest daughter of the Nakiri family," Akira said slowly. "She's from your hometown, right? If your friend ever gets expelled, tell her to come to me. I can arrange for her to work at the Totsuki Resort. It's filled with excellent chefs, and it's also one of my future projects."
"…Okay," Hanada Yui replied after a brief hesitation.
"I'm not particularly picky about food," Akira continued. "But having a good chef is always a plus. I know a top-tier chef who's willing to work with me. I'll even let his son participate in competitions too."
He mentioned Saiba Jōichirō casually.
After listening, Hanada Yui hesitated.
"...Are you trying to enter the food industry," she asked carefully, "or cooperate with the Yukinoshita family?"
"I'll leave the food industry to the Yukinoshita family," Akira replied, looking out the window. "At most, I'll invest in a few restaurants."
"With the Yukinoshita family's resources and Totsuki Academy's chefs, they'd easily surpass restaurants of the same level," Hanada Yui said thoughtfully, She didn't try to persuade him further.
"My current industries are already enough," Akira continued. "After Yukino and I get married, I'll also formally take charge of the Yukinoshita family. When that happens, I'll leave my existing industries to you."
"I won't disappoint you," Hanada Yui said quickly.
Akira glanced at her.
Feeling his gaze, Hanada Yui's face flushed.
"If I share a room with you," Akira said lightly, "Mrs. Yukinoshita might misunderstand. If you'd rather avoid that, I can book two rooms."
"…I'd prefer one room," Hanada Yui whispered.
"Do you have feelings for me?" Akira joked.
"Young Master Akira is young, capable, and handsome," Hanada Yui replied softly, blushing. "You're my type."
Akira fell silent.
Seeing this, Hanada Yui felt a faint sense of disappointment.
...
When the car stopped in front of the hotel, Akira noticed that it was a hot spring resort.
Each room even had a private outdoor bath.
Hanada Yui read the hotel's promotional board and her face turned red.
"Are you interested in hot springs?" Akira asked casually.
"…Yes," Hanada Yui replied, lowering her head.
"I'm interested too," Akira said with a smile as he walked toward the entrance.
Hanada Yui's face felt warm.
She couldn't help but feel that his words carried a deeper implication.
...
Inside the hotel lobby,
Akira immediately spotted Mrs. Yukinoshita.
Beside her stood a young woman in professional attire, clearly nervous.
Akira approached and bowed slightly.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
"I come here often to enjoy the hot springs," Mrs. Yukinoshita replied calmly. "I was already here yesterday. You're not late."
"Soaking in hot springs is good for the skin," Akira said with a polite smile.
"Good morning, Mrs. Yukinoshita," Hanada Yui said, bowing deeply.
"It would be better for you to follow me than to follow Akira," Mrs. Yukinoshita said directly.
"Young Master Akira treats me very well," Hanada Yui replied quietly. "I want to continue staying by his side."
Mrs. Yukinoshita said nothing further.
Akira and Hanada Yui sat down.
Hanada Yui took out her proposal documents and handed them over.
Mrs. Yukinoshita read them with a serious expression.
Akira wasn't in a hurry.
He ordered some light snacks and two cups of black tea and waited patiently.
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