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Punishing Aoba or something...
Even though it was Aoba who actively sought the punishment, she felt that she was the one being punished.
No way~
We will definitely lose if we continue like this!
Kasumigaoka Utaha bit her lower lip and hummed through her nose:
"The manager's punishment... will have to wait until next time!"
They've almost lost even the rationality to refute or reject.
Or, to put it another way, it's like the Japanese 5-year-old 3-year-old II.
There was no room for him to refuse Aoba.
"Well, then I'll wait for Xiao Shiyu's punishment."
Aoba just smiled.
My mood seemed to improve a little after a busy night.
"You scoundrel Aoba-kun, see you tomorrow night!"
The girl on the other end of the phone seemed to be busy with something, and hung up after saying just one sentence.
Kasumigaoka's entire body looked like a red shrimp, and her legs, which had been tightly clamped around the blanket, relaxed a little.
The airflow from the nasal cavity felt somewhat rapid and humid.
The girl, holding her phone with a dazed look in her eyes, opened several folders before finally clicking on a hidden photo.
The photo shows the time when she first met Aoba.
The photographer specifically took the photos of Aoba because he claimed to be a light novel author and wanted to promote Aoba's shop.
In the photo, Aoba is still wearing the same simple clothes, with an apron around her neck.
He had a very gentle and calm smile on his face.
Kasumigaoka's fingers lightly traced the phone screen, her teeth clenched tightly around her lower lip, her gaze remaining firm for less than a moment.
Immediately, he switched to the chat interface and quickly typed in a message.
He then turned off the lights and covered himself with the blanket.
The autumn night is still long.
The girl, who was used to sleeping late, turned off the lights early.
A faint, almost imperceptible humming could be heard coming from inside the room.
At the entrance of the izakaya.
Aoba looked at the text message from Kasumigaoka on his phone and couldn't help but smile.
Kasumigaoka: Bad Boy Aoba!
In short, just four words.
There is also a photo that leaves much to the imagination.
Long, slender legs encased in black pantyhose were intertwined.
On her full, rounded thighs with a touch of flesh, a fair hand gently lifted the last bit of covering in front of her absolute territory.
That black and white absolute territory, even if you can't see anything, can still inspire a lot of imagination.
Like a woman holding a pipa, half-concealing her face.
Aoba smiled helplessly at this.
It was hard to tell whether it was a girl's retaliation or a bonus.
wow-
After calming herself down and adjusting her clothes, Aoba put away her phone and opened the shop door.
The store is brightly lit.
None of the previous guests left.
At the same time, there were also some familiar new faces.
"Hey, Aoba, you're back?!"
The three Saitama members sitting at the door were the first to greet Aoba.
"Yes, I'm sorry for the long delay tonight."
Aoba apologized to the group.
As the store manager, I felt really bad about leaving customers unattended during business hours.
In his previous life, he would probably have been severely scolded by his master.
"Nothing happened, right?"
Saitama turned his head blankly and stared at Aoba.
"No, it's just a bit of trouble."
"That's good. Be sure to tell me if you encounter any difficulties."
"Thank you."
Aoba nodded with a smile.
Futaro then stood up and placed the money for the meal on the table: "Aoba, I'll be going now. I have tutoring tomorrow."
Be careful on your way back.
"I understand. I live quite close to Saitama now, so I'm not worried."
Futaro smiled and picked up his bag.
Seeing this, Saitama and Genos, who were standing nearby, also prepared to leave.
Thank you for your hospitality.
Genos bowed very politely to Aoba.
Based solely on the fact that his cooking allows him to slowly evolve, Aoba is enough to place him on par with Saitama in his mind.
"Huh?! You don't have to take it so seriously."
Qingye waved his hand and laughed:
"Your liking of this dish is my way of thanking you."
"No!" Genos bowed deeply and stiffly at a ninety-degree angle, "Mr. Aoba deserves my respect!" (Read exciting novels at Feilu Novel Network!)
Seeing this, Aoba could only nod helplessly.
After seeing the three off.
He collected the money and tableware from the table and took them to the kitchen before coming out to look at the new guests.
"Ms. Busujima, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."
Aoba looked at Saeko Busujima, who had purple hair.
Kyoko and Akemi, who are very familiar to me, are also nearby.
The three of them seem to have a really good relationship.
Even after Saeko Busujima transferred schools, they still often appeared together.
"do not worry about it."
Saeko Busujima stood up, her arms crossed in front of her.
It is a very standard Yamato Nadeshiko etiquette.
Her smile, adorned with seven red marks on her face, was very approachable, completely lacking the arrogance often associated with heiresses.
"On the contrary, it was I who visited without informing you, and I apologize for disturbing you."
Qingye chuckled twice.
My impression of Saeko Busujima has improved somewhat.
Girls who are like Yamato Nadeshiko are definitely a joy to be around.
"Please feel free to tell me what you'd like to eat."
He smiled at the three of them.
She then walked to the corner where Miyamizu Mitsuha was, as if waiting to raise her hand to be noticed by the teacher.
"Miyamizu-san, is there anything I can help you with?"
It didn't take Aoba too long to get out of the house, just over an hour at most.
This is why most of the customers in the store are still here.
While Miyamizu Mitsuha didn't know how she got here, it now seemed...
The girl's plain face showed obvious nervousness.
"Manager, I'm leaving."
Miyamizu Mitsuha's fingers were clenched tightly, her gaze was darting around, and her face was flushed.
The girl in the picture clearly looks distressed.
Qingye had seen many before, and chuckled softly:
"If you don't have any money with you, you can come back next time. Don't worry about anything."
Although Aoba's understanding nature relieved Mitsuha greatly.
But the girl from the countryside still held a strange sense of awe for Tokyo's izakayas.
She didn't know if she would be able to come back here again by using the magic circle.
I wonder if Aoba will complain in the backyard that she didn't pay after she leaves.