"Well, that's true." Satoru agreed with a nod.
He didn't pay much attention to Sakumu's subtle movements and changes. Who would focus on their breathing rhythm?
He took out the green tea that Mirai had given him and heated it before leaving. She asked coyly if he wanted to stay since the wind was strong, and she could sleep on the couch. Satoru firmly refused, saying that someone was waiting for him at home.
"The mushroom hot pot was delicious just now, but it lacked a bit of spiciness.
After the intense mental battle during the process, Satoru felt a bit hungry again, so he unabashedly tasted Sakumu's side dish.
"You just started eating without asking me!" Sakumu said, taking a sip of beer to calm her rapid breathing.
The last time they met, she didn't notice such a pleasant scent. It made her want to nestle into his arms and savor it slowly, her lips slightly dry.
"You're my sister, so your thing is my thing! Your dish is my dish too!" Satoru smiled.
Although she was his mother's friend, but they had a significant age difference, so Satoru interacts with her casually, just like a real sister-brother. Sakumu was only 26, just around the average age gap between Satoru and his mother.
It was a wonderful age, transitioning from youthfulness to maturity. Like a ripe peach, not overly ripe, with a delicious sweetness. Her voluptuous figure couldn't be concealed by the camisole, and her fair skin, accentuated by her flushed cheeks, was very enticing.
"Speaking of which, Sakumu-ne has a wide network in Sakurano Hill Private School. Could you help me gather some information?" Satoru smoothly transitioned to the main topic.
He didn't believe that he could rest easy just yet. The next day, when Miyano Mirai woke up, it was uncertain whether she would temporarily let go of her wicked thoughts of imprisoning him in the basement, clinging onto the bait he left behind, or if she would escalate the situation even further.
He needed to understand her better to make a judgment and devise a comprehensive plan to thoroughly win her over.
"Who?" Sakumu adjusted her slipping strap and exhaled hot breath. Her body felt even hotter.
"Miyano Mirai. I remember Sakumu-ne can access student records, right?" Satoru playfully smiled.
Their interaction felt more like that of good friends.
"I have an impression of her. Although our school has a wide range of students, she was actually the first one from Hokkaido, so she garnered a lot of attention. What do you want to know about her?" Sakumu controlled the slight discomfort and jealousy welling up inside her and took another sip of her drink.
What happened tonight? Could it be that she started seeing him as a potential romantic partner?
"Regarding her family background? And the situation at school?" Satoru pondered briefly before summarizing.
Sakumu works at Sakurano Hill Private School, and one of the reasons Satoru could attend both junior high and high school there is because of her. However, she's not a teacher but rather the head of the administrative office."
"You're lucky~ I was actually considering expanding our student sources before, so I paid quite a bit of attention to her."
"As for her family background, it's quite simple. Her family runs a puppet workshop. Her parents are alive, and she has a younger brother. It's worth mentioning that she came to the school by herself for enrollment."
"As for the school situation... not so good. You know about the regional discrimination between Hokkaido and Tokyo, right? It's quite severe. I asked her homeroom teacher, and she falls into the quiet type. In short, she's experiencing a form of silent isolation."
"But other than that, things should be fine. I won't let anything excessive happen at school."
Sakumu briefly recounted the information, her gaze thoughtful as she glanced at him.
She subtly moved away, inhaling his breath with each breath, as if it ignited something within her like a drug. Despite the strong aromas of barbecue, sauces, and braised edamame lingering in the air, she could still distinctly smell his scent. Sakumu hated her own special olfactory sensitivity.
"I understand." Satoru nodded with contemplation.
He believed that even if a person liked or was obsessed with someone, they wouldn't immediately have thoughts of imprisoning them in a basement. Japan's public security was indeed poor, but Satoru had a social life and leaving without a trace would easily lead to a police investigation and discovery.
So, based on normal reasoning, he concluded that Miyano Mirai herself was the one with the problem. The question remained: was it an innate issue or was it influenced by her environment?
But let him receives the reward first and delve into a more detailed understanding tomorrow.
"By the way why are you sitting so far away, Sakumu-ne? Are you afraid I'll look at you even though you're dressed like that?" Satoru jokingly teased.
"I'm keeping my distance from a estrus boy." Sakumu replied calmly - avoiding her own arousal.