Today, Busujima Saeko uncharacteristically didn't wake up early to practice sword fighting. She wore loose clothing instead. Her skin was fair, her figure graceful—especially those long, straight legs and the bountiful fruits hanging from the tree.
"Actually, a peach in the morning isn't bad either."
"Mr. Akira, do you want a peach?"
Akira laughed heartily and naturally pulled Busujima Saeko into his arms. At 174 cm tall, her slender figure was very comfortable to hold.
"I was just talking nonsense. You just go ahead and do what you need to do."
Last night, Akira had two "battles" with Busujima Saeko—both inside the game and outside. He was very satisfied with both of them.
In reality, due to the short time they'd known each other, there was still some restraint. But in the game, Akira had no such concerns. He could do whatever he wanted.
If he had to say which was better, Akira still felt the game was more exciting.
After washing up, Akira arrived in the living room and saw that Busujima Saeko's lovingly prepared breakfast was already waiting for him.
Akira felt that everything seemed a bit too smooth. He couldn't help but look up at Busujima Saeko. "Saeko, what do you plan to do about what happened yesterday?"
Busujima Saeko's expression softened, and the corners of her mouth turned up. "Of course, I'll follow Mr. Akira's arrangements. I am a very traditional woman. Since I've decided to be with Mr. Akira, I won't have any doubts."
"If that's the case, then I have some things to tell you."
"First, the property I'm looking at is in the Seaside District."
"Its original value should have been around 200 million yen, but a Ghost-level disaster occurred in the Seaside District yesterday, so housing prices should drop a bit. But it's definitely enough for living."
Hearing these words, Busujima Saeko was very happy. Not only was it good news, but it also meant that Akira had completely accepted her as one of his own.
It was a joke—no one would push away a woman like a Yamato Nadeshiko. Unless Akira was a fool.
But clearly, Akira was not.
"Do we need to move?"
"I've checked. The living room there is very large. If we buy some interlocking foam boards or replace it with wooden flooring, it can be directly used as a dojo."
"The distance being a bit far isn't a problem either, because I also have a sports car worth 100 million yen."
Three hundred million yen all at once—Busujima Saeko was truly overjoyed.
Although she didn't care how much money Akira had, even if he was still a convenience store clerk who had lost his memory, as long as Busujima Saeko recognized him, she would never leave him. And now that there were more things, she was simply happy for Akira.
"Congratulations, Mr. Akira. You've finally found your home."
"Yes. I've finally found my home."
Busujima Saeko saw Akira's open arms. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she leaned against him.
"Today I'll take you to school. So for breakfast, I still want to eat a bit more."
"Hmm. Since Mr. Akira wants to, of course I agree."
Compared to the hazy memories of last night, Busujima Saeko now only felt so happy she wished she could faint on the spot.
Akira wasn't thinking that much.
Second Battalion Commander, where the hell is your Italian cannon?!
Akira wasn't driving fast, his hands on the steering wheel. But the performance of this 100 million yen sports car was undeniable—it was conspicuous wherever it went. Especially with a beautiful woman like a blooming flower sitting in the passenger seat.
To avoid jealousy, he pressed Busujima Saeko's head down.
He only let her lift it when they were almost at school, and he even specifically took out a tissue to wipe the lipstick from her mouth.
However, Busujima Saeko was naturally beautiful. Especially when she got out of the sports car—the eyes of the passersby around them all went wide.
"That sports car is so cool. I want to sit in the passenger seat too."
"That's Senior Busujima!"
"It really is!"
"She must be a kept woman~!"
The surrounding students discussed animatedly.
But Busujima Saeko was very happy now and completely ignored these voices.
These words spread like wildfire and eventually reached Kirigaya Suguha's ears.
She was very curious—how did Busujima Saeko get "kept"? But if she asked that question, it would definitely affect her image in Senior Busujima's eyes.
So, during lunch, she subtly probed Busujima Saeko about her progress with Akira.
But Busujima Saeko didn't want Kirigaya Suguha to know that she and Akira had suddenly reached the final stage, so she vaguely said things were still unclear.
Ah~!
Kirigaya Suguha mentally pieced together what had happened yesterday.
First, Senior Busujima confessed to Mr. Akira, but Akira refused—telling Senior Busujima that he liked her (Suguha). So Senior Busujima, in her generosity, told Mr. Akira about her plan to go to the water park. Afterward, heartbroken and lovelorn, Senior Busujima happened to meet a rich man who wanted to keep her—and thus, the scene this morning came to be.
"Senior Busujima, don't be discouraged! You have to pull yourself together!"
Kirigaya Suguha's gaze was firm.
Busujima Saeko held her forehead, unsure how to respond. "Just eat your food."
Kirigaya Suguha wasn't actually worried that Busujima Saeko would go astray. Anyone Senior Busujima favored must have already met her standards. She didn't need to worry at all.
In fact, Suguha was very happy. Mr. Akira had indeed chosen her!
After school in the afternoon, Kirigaya Suguha came to the dojo as usual to find Akira for sparring.
As a result, she saw Akira and Busujima Saeko exchanging glances.
Senior Busujima wouldn't already have an 'old man,' would she? Why is she still like this?
And didn't Akira do the most intimate things with me at the water park yesterday? Why is he so cold to me today?
Yesterday, she had clearly taken off Akira's swimming goggles. She was certain it was him!
Suddenly, countless thoughts flooded her mind. After the sparring session, she quickly said goodbye and left the dojo.
"Suguha seems a bit off. She seems… a bit overly enthusiastic toward me."
Seeing Kirigaya Suguha leave, Akira finally brought up the matter.
Busujima Saeko sighed. "It's all because of Mr. Akira."
"Me?"
"Because you took me to school this morning, many people started spreading rumors that I was 'kept.'"
"But that's the truth~!" Akira said with certainty.
"Before, Suguha joked with me, saying that if I didn't make a move, she would. Girls—they always like to be mysterious."
"She originally thought she could make a move, but then she saw us…"
"I think she must be very sad right now."
Busujima Saeko smiled gently, then quickly drew her sword.
But such speed was almost like slow motion in Akira's eyes.
He held back, then taught her some techniques. And during the instruction, Akira suddenly remembered Busujima Saeko from the game.
So he asked, "Saeko, do you want to learn Iaijutsu?"