Chapter 72 Want to Come Home with Me? This Man is Trying to Snag You!
The boy standing against the light is as beautiful as a miracle.
Sunlight swirled behind him, gilding him with a fuzzy golden edge, making even his hair seem tempting to touch.
(As expected of the Child of God...)
In a daze, Risa saw a barrage of comments flooding her mind:
[WARNING! Stunning beauty attack! Heart rate continues to climb to 120!]
[System notification: You are being sexually assaulted]
The Son of God gracefully bent down, a sly glint in his purple eyes: "What, does the little wildcat you rescued want to repay you with her body?"
"?"
A big question mark appeared above Risa's head.
"Want to come home with me?" He asked in a teasing tone, but his voice was so sweet it seemed to be lingering.
Countless fireworks exploded in Risa's mind:
[Danger! Danger! Danger!]
[This man is trying to hook you!]
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Her cheeks turned bright red, like a cat with its fur standing on end.
"I just want to go to Kiyomizu-ken to buy strawberry daifuku, yuzu jelly, caramel hojicha dorayaki, sakura mochi, hojicha pudding..."
She rattled off a list of desserts like reciting a menu, and swallowed hard as she finished.
"Heh~ You're still a little glutton." Yukimura straightened up and chuckled above her head. "How come I never knew you loved sweets so much?"
"We've only known each other for a short time," Risa glared at him, annoyed. "Your tennis club treats me like a thief. If you knew I share the same hobby as that little pig in your club..."
She snorted: "Aren't some people planning to hold a 'Matsuno Risa Suspicious Behavior Analysis Meeting' right tonight?"
"So, it's my fault then? I didn't realize sooner that we were so..." He paused, then deliberately leaned close to her ear: "...in sync."
"You...you...just say what you want to say..." Risa stammered as she backed away.
The other person laughed even more happily.
(This person did it on purpose! Making fun of her!)
Risa took a deep breath and stepped aside to make way. "Come, come, please go first!" She made an exaggerated courtly gesture: "I will proceed after His Holiness the Son of God has passed through this intersection."
Yukimura paused, then lowered his gaze and chuckled softly. Sunlight dappled his eyelashes with golden light, making his smile all the more alluring.
"But I want to go with you."
".......ah?"
"Otherwise, you can just follow behind me like this..."
He reached out with an innocent expression and flicked the silver bracelet on her left wrist with his index finger.
"It could lead to misunderstandings..."
You've been secretly following me.
The pendants clinked together, making a crisp sound.
Risa recoiled as if she'd been electrocuted, pulling her hand behind her back.
"narcissism!"
She gave up and walked forward dejectedly.
If you can't afford to offend them, you can at least avoid them.
Yukimura followed half a step beside her, one in front and one behind, as if in some kind of silent pursuit.
As Risa walked up the gentle slope, she truly felt the pressure brought by the height difference.
"How tall are you?" she couldn't help but ask.
"Um?"
"height."
"Around 181cm." He glanced at her sideways. "What's wrong?"
"Waaah... This is so unfair!"
Risa kicked a small pebble away.
In her past life, her height of 179cm made her complain every day about the limited roles she could play, and she wished she could shrink herself by ten centimeters. In this life, well, it's like a sudden "thump," she's 18cm shorter.
It's true that you only know how to cherish something after you've lost it.
With this body, he can't even reach the top shelf of a supermarket. Even when arguing with someone, he's already at a disadvantage in terms of momentum.
"The thing called 'momentum'—"
Yukimura stopped, and Risa stopped as well. He turned slightly to the side, standing against the light on the higher step, completely enveloping her in shadow.
"...It has nothing to do with height."
"You, you..."
Risa, realizing her thoughts had been guessed, hurriedly backed away, but her heel missed the edge of the step, and she fell backward.
Yukimura swiftly grabbed her wrist and pulled her back with a little force.
The inertia caused Risa to bump into his arms, her nose brushing against his collarbone, the warm scent of orange blossom wafting towards her.
"careful."
His voice came from above, tinged with a helpless smile.
Risa froze in his arms, looking up at him: "How did you know what I was thinking?"
"It's written all over your face," Yukimura chuckled. "You've been sneaking glances at the height difference between us since just now, haven't you?"
Risa remained silent.
The sunlight became dazzling.
The boy possessed exceptional bone structure. From his Adam's apple to his chin, his high nose bridge and brow bone, and his eyelashes that trembled slightly with his smile... it was as if he had gathered the most beautiful features in the world, creating the most impactful beauty attack.
That's a foul... from that angle.
It's clearly about momentum...
...So what kind of attack is using beauty?!
A strange dryness and itchiness arose in my throat.
The sunlight was too scorching, she thought.
Otherwise, why would even the aura around him carry a scorching heat that would shatter one's reason?
"Matsuno-kun."
"Um?"
Did you get sunburned?
"No, no."
"But your face is so red."
"......"
"Your heart is beating fast too." He rubbed his thumb against her wrist bone and looked up at her.
As Risa gazed into his eyes, which were so close to hers, she suddenly remembered the way the fireworks had bloomed in his eyes that night at the festival.
Even after all this time, she would still be moved by such a gaze.
Why is your heart beating so fast? Are you feeling unwell?
"......"
His eyes held an undisguised amusement, clearly a rhetorical question he already knew the answer to.
hateful......
She was clearly the older one, and she should have been in control. But just because she had fallen for him, he began to dictate the pace of things, and even a single glance or touch could make her restless.
Is this what love is?
It's like a butterfly caught in a spider web; the more it struggles, the deeper it sinks.
"Matsuno-kun."
"......what?"
"Want to come to my house later?"
"T?!"
Risa slightly opened her eyes, her heart skipped a beat.
Yukimura seemed pleased with her reaction and added slowly, "The photo album and pictures from the sunflower field have arrived."
...It turns out they just wanted to get a photo album.
Risa breathed a long sigh of relief.
In late May, they went to see the sunflowers together. The proprietress next to the flower field promised to send them professionally edited photos and a handmade photo album...
Anyway, there will definitely be other people at his house, so... there shouldn't be any problems.
As she was thinking this, she didn't notice the sly glint in his eyes.
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Qingshui Pavilion
Risa, familiar with the place, led Yukimura around to the back door.
[Risa: Kazuko-nee, we've arrived.]
The moment the message was sent out, the curtain at the back of the kitchen was lifted.
Shimizu Kazuko, wearing an apron and with her hands covered in glutinous rice flour, waved to them: "This way."
She led the two through the steamy kitchen, saying, "I specially saved the last limited edition for you."
"Limited edition?" Risa's eyes lit up, like a cat that had just discovered a dried fish.
"Shh—" Shimizu Kazuko winked mischievously and took a wooden box from the refrigerator. "It's a rose and strawberry double-flavor daifuku that we just developed today. If it weren't for Risa's weekly patronage..."
"Thank you, Kazuko-nee~" Risa clasped her hands together, her eyes crinkling with joy. "I knew Kazuko-nee was the best to me."
After paying the bill, Risa went with Yukimura to his house to pick up the photo album.
After turning a few street corners, the view suddenly opened up before me.
A four-story detached villa stands deep in the courtyard, featuring a modern Japanese mixed style with a low-sloping tiled roof and simple, understated elegance in the eaves.
"We've arrived." Yukimura pushed open the wrought iron gate, the hinges creaking slightly.
The courtyard blends Japanese dry landscape gardening with Western lawns, while the side yard is planted with flowers, their fragrance wafting through the air.
Risa followed behind him, her shoes treading on the cobblestone path.
The moment the door behind her closed, she regretted it.
"What's wrong?" Yukimura turned to look at her.
Risa clutched the paper bag in her hand tightly. "...Is no one home?"
"Hmm." He placed the key on the entryway cabinet and answered naturally, "Father is at work, and Mother took my sister to her swimming lesson."
Risa: "......"
I wish I hadn't come.
In the quiet entryway, Yukimura's presence was terrifyingly strong. He leaned slightly forward, one hand resting on the shoe cabinet.
"What, are you scared?"
The voice was very close, with a seductive, low hue.
Her thick eyelashes trembled, like the fluttering wings of a butterfly.
"How could that be?" She raised her chin, her eyes crinkling. "Have you ever heard of inviting a wolf into the house? The one who should be afraid is Yukimura-kun, right?"
Polite language?
Yukimura looked at her for two seconds, then walked closer and leaned over.
The moment the shadow fell, Risa held her breath and instinctively stepped back.
Yukimura's arm passed past her ear, and the fragrance mixed with his body heat wafted over her.
Click—
The sound of the door lock clicking shut came from behind.
"Then why are you shaking?" Yukimura leaned down to look at her, his breath brushing against her cheek. "Your voice is trembling when you speak."
The motion sensor light turned off at that moment.
Darkness surged like a tide, swallowing up the last bit of distance between them. Warm breaths were so close, and as her lower back pressed against the cold door, Risa unconsciously clenched her hands.
*Smack*
The moment the lights came back on, Yukimura had already stepped away, bent down, and taken a pair of beige slippers from the shoe cabinet.
He neatly placed the slippers beside her feet, and as he stood up, a mischievous smile played on his lips. "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you."
Her relaxed tone made it seem as if the oppressive feeling she had just experienced was merely her imagination.
Risa stared at the sunflower embroidery, her throat dry: "...Excuse me."
This was the first time in both her lifetimes that she had ever visited a man's home.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and when she opened them again, she had put on a perfect social expression.
He walked into the living room, sat upright on the edge of the sofa, his back ramrod straight, like a teacher making a home visit.
Yukimura approached carrying a glass of orange juice, the condensation on the outside of the glass sliding down his fingers. This scene inexplicably reminded her of a secret, unspeakable dream.
A sudden tightness appeared in my throat.
"Thank you." She reached out to take it.
My fingertip accidentally touched the back of his hand.
"!"
With a slight tremor of her hand, the orange juice sloshed violently in the glass, nearly spilling out.
Yukimura seemed oblivious, sitting down diagonally opposite her, elbows on his knees, fingers interlaced and resting on his chin as he looked at her.
There were only the two of them in the huge living room.
There was nothing to talk about, not a sound to be heard.
Risa is so embarrassed! Risa really wants to run away.
Even with the soul of an adult and perfect acting skills, she couldn't handle the current situation. Her mind went blank, no different from a machine whose CPU had overloaded and crashed.
"Matsuno-kun."
"Um?"
Thank goodness, he finally took the initiative to start a conversation.
"Does living in my own home make you suffer like this?"
"......"
Okay, so it's a conversation killer.
"No...no."
She looked up at him, and because of his posture, the collar of his shirt was slightly open, revealing a section of his delicate collarbone.
Her gaze shifted abruptly as if burned, and she gulped down a mouthful of juice. The icy liquid temporarily suppressed the burning sensation rising in her heart.
"Where's the picture book?" she abruptly changed the subject. She stared intently at the rim of the glass, not daring to look up.
“In my room,” Yukimura replied.
"..." Risa pursed her lips and didn't respond.
After a moment of silence, Yukimura got up and went upstairs, as if to get a photo album.
Risa let out a long sigh.
Calm down, Risa! You're a former film star who's seen it all...
As it turns out, when it comes to something as trivial as love, neither actresses nor adults have any special advantages. On the contrary, because they are more worldly-wise, their minds are no longer pure, and they are no longer able to remain calm and collected.
She inwardly berated herself. She tried to distract herself by looking around.
The layout of the Yukimura family's rooms is almost identical to that in the manga, with furniture in a predominantly natural wood tone paired with off-white and light gray soft furnishings, featuring simple and clean lines, and understated luxury.
She was restless and unable to calm down. She took out her phone and scrolled through boring entertainment news and gossip.
Just as she was thinking of simply running away, Yukimura came down the spiral staircase.
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