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Isn't it embarrassing to come over at this time?
Miyuki turned her head, frowned, and said, "I'm your assistant, of course I'm here."
Shirakawa Natsu was speechless. What she said made perfect sense and was completely irrefutable.
“She’s your biggest fan,” Miki said, pointing to the pretty girl with glasses. “She’s asking me for advice on creating popular manga.”
"Hello." Shirakawa Natsu extended her hand, and a word popped into her mind: Japanese fan.
He certainly wouldn't do such a thing; he was just happy that someone finally appreciated his talent.
"Hello, teacher." The girl with glasses gave him a polite smile, then turned back to ask Miyuki how he created popular manga, her eyes shining, completely ignoring him.
Shirakawa Natsu looked at the two of them and realized that she was the outsider.
Anyone could see that the girl with glasses was just using an excuse to flirt with Miyuki.
"Pfft." Hashimoto Arina stood behind him and laughed.
Shirakawa Natsumi turned her head and stared at her: "Ayana-nee, are you laughing at me?"
"No, I wasn't laughing at you." Hashimoto Arina covered her mouth, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons as she smiled. "I was just thinking about something happy."
After this little incident, it seems that Hashimoto Arina no longer intends to be angry with him.
"Everyone, get ready, let's go!" The slightly chubby middle-aged editor shouted in a strong voice after counting the number of people.
The group boarded a rented car and headed to the hot spring hotel.
The hotel was quite far away, and by the time we arrived at our destination, it was already dinner time.
Most people in Donggu are quite good at reading the room, and after dinner, the atmosphere was nice, and the awkwardness between everyone lessened considerably.
Next, we went back to our rooms, changed our clothes, and were free to do as we pleased.
Shirakawa Natsumi and Hashimoto Arina checked into a double room according to the room number they had booked in advance.
The room was small, with tatami mats covering the floor and futons in a sliding cabinet next to it.
To avoid any unforeseen circumstances, Hashimoto Arina brought him out and naturally had to take care of him.
“Actually, you could go sleep with girls if you have a girl named Cai.” Shirakawa Natsumi scratched her head.
"Oh~" Hashimoto Arina glanced at him sideways: "Okay, then I'll go find someone to change rooms."
After she finished speaking, she picked up her small bag and walked out.
"Uh, wait a minute." Shirakawa Natsu immediately put on a serious face: "It doesn't seem appropriate to bother someone you just met."
"Hmph." Hashimoto Arina walked over and lightly tapped him on the head: "Turn around."
"Oh." Shirakawa Natsu nodded, turned around, and then heard the sound of clothes being taken off behind her.
Shirakawa Natsu didn't turn around; her eyes glanced at the ground and she could only see a bra.
"so big……"
When he turned around, Hashimoto Arina had already changed into a yukata, her long hair tied back, revealing her fair and slender neck.
Her yukata was pulled up high at the chest, but her bust size made her collarbones stand out.
"Go change into your yukata quickly," Hashimoto Arina scolded playfully.
The couple's private hot spring bath wasn't, of course, intended to recreate a scene common in comics.
Hashimoto Arina needed to stay by Shirakawa Natsu's side simply because she was afraid that he might faint or something.
Shirakawa Natsu glanced at Hashimoto Arina beside her; she was wearing a swimsuit under her yukata, clearly having come prepared.
However, the swimsuit straps still kept it suspended in the air, allowing a glimpse of the upper body, so the trip was worthwhile.
Hashimoto Arina is peach-shaped, but her size is such that when she soaks in the hot spring, half of her floats on the water.
He thought that by soaking in the hot springs together, he could see the gentle and shy appearance of Hashimoto Arina.
But the situation was exactly the opposite. Shirakawa Natsu hadn't prepared a swimsuit, and was just wearing a towel. Under Hashimoto Arina's ambiguous smile, it seemed like she was playing some strange game.
"Does Natsu think I should be shy?" Hashimoto Arina's eyes narrowed into slits as she laughed, clearly pleased to see him make a fool of himself.
"Can you stop staring?" Shirakawa Natsu met her gaze and found it difficult to untie her towel and get into the water.
But the more generous Hashimoto Arina appeared, the more uncomfortable he felt.
Such composure makes one wonder if she is very experienced, even though Hashimoto Arina usually gives off the impression of a sunny and pure older sister.
"Idiot." Hashimoto Arina saw right through him and gave him a reproachful look.
"I'm a doctor. To me, these things are just muscle tissues of different shapes, and they have nothing to do with sex."
"Uh, okay." Shirakawa Natsu scratched her head, realizing she was being too dramatic. She untied her bathrobe and "whoosh" jumped into the spring water.
The couples' hot spring is small; when two people soak in it, their sides and feet are pressed together.
Neither of them spoke, and Shirakawa Natsu felt her arm touch something soft.
Look down.
Hashimoto Arina quickly grabbed a towel and covered her chest to block his view.
“Sister Cai, you just said that in the eyes of doctors, these are just fat and have nothing to do with sex. Please be a person who practices what you preach.”
"Hmph." Hashimoto Arina glanced at him sideways and said matter-of-factly, "That's because I'm looking at other people's, not my own."
"You're using double standards, I won't allow it." Shirakawa Natsu reached out to lift the towel.
"You little rascal!" Hashimoto Arina immediately reached out to stop him.
As the two were playfully fighting, Shirakawa Natsu's hand suddenly touched something soft.
He was stunned, but saw no resistance from Hashimoto Arina. He looked up and found that her whole face was flushed.
His whole body was stiff, like a kitten being choked by the scruff of its neck.
Shirakawa Natsu raised an eyebrow, as if he had noticed something about Hashimoto Arina, and then pressed his gaze slightly harder.
Hashimoto Arina's face looked like it was about to bleed, and she glared at him, saying, "Let go now."
"Oh." Shirakawa Natsu regretfully withdrew her hand, a strange sense of immorality suddenly rising in her heart.
The two began to bathe in silence, neither speaking, and the atmosphere became somewhat strange for a moment.
Shirakawa Natsu finally realized a problem: their current relationship was that of a couple trying to date.
Intimate gestures should be graceful, not this strange awkwardness.
He turned his gaze to Hashimoto Arina, and their eyes met.
They both saw the answer in each other's eyes.
Perhaps the relationship between the two is more like familial affection than romantic love.
Arina Hashimoto admired his courage in the face of a tragic reality.
This is exactly what she lacks; she is unwilling to face the fact that her childhood sweetheart has lost his memory and forgotten her, and that he has married another woman, and even suffers from mild depression.
But when she met him, she was inspired and emerged from the darkness.
She couldn't bear to see Shirakawa Natsu leave with regrets in the final stage of her life, so she took the initiative to suggest trying to date him.
Shirakawa Natsuya also agreed that he was attracted to Hashimoto Arina because of her when she was bedridden.
Hashimoto Arina is like an older sister, like a mother, caring for him meticulously and looking after him.
Hashimoto Arina was also a lamp lit in Shirakawa Natsu’s gloomy world.
They both found what they needed most in each other.
Given their age difference, it was natural for a sibling-like bond to develop between them.
Of course, since there is no blood relation, this feeling...
That's why I felt that strange sense of immorality just now.
Chapter 17 Can’t do it
The atmosphere became somewhat silent, and the two of them suddenly became reserved.
After taking a bath, Hashimoto Arina stayed in the room to make the bed for the night. He wanted to help, but was kicked out.
Shirakawa Natsu sat in the activity room, watching others play ping-pong.
The favorability rating on the mobile app remains at 99%, which is not surprising.
After realizing that the two are more like siblings, they realized that without breaking the shackles of family ties, they could forget about collecting 100.
“Looks like he didn’t make it to base.” Miyuki, wearing a yukata, walked over and sat down next to him.
"We skipped too many steps in the middle." Shirakawa Natsu glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. After putting on the yukata, her breasts and buttocks were prominent. It turns out that my brother still has the hidden attribute of huge breasts.
He braced himself with his hands behind him, looking at the ball next to the ping-pong table, which was swaying up and down due to the intense exercise.
"I once read a flop novel called 'My Girlfriends Are All Weirdos,' in which the male protagonist could make advances on his relatives, stepmother, sister, younger sister, and even strangers passing by without any psychological pressure, as long as they were pretty, he felt no psychological pressure whatsoever."
"But reality is different. The thought that the other person is like your sister, just imagining the scene of stabbing her, gives rise to a sense of immorality."
Miyuki glanced at him sideways: "Are you planning to give up on pursuing Hashimoto Arina?"
"Of course not, I'm not one of those cute and passive male protagonists in anime, but I do need to mentally prepare myself." Shirakawa Natsu shrugged: "Those who call me 'little sister,' 'older sister,' or 'mom' get even more excited, but that only applies to other people's sisters. In real life, a little sister just makes people feel disgusted."
Miyuki's lips curled into a roguish smile: "So, would you rather Hashimoto Arina sleep with the man she loves, or have you sleep with her while burdened by a sense of immorality? Which would you choose?"
“Then let’s bear the guilt together,” Shirakawa Natsu replied without hesitation.
"Now that's mentally prepared, you can stay here and reminisce." Miyuki waved her hand: "I'm going to get a massage."
"Massage?" Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback, looking Miyuki up and down. The yukata made her look more feminine than usual. "In my experience, please don't ask someone with blond hair and tanned skin to give you a massage."
Miyu glanced at him and licked her lips: "I'm the one who gives massages."
Shirakawa Natsumi shrugged. "The yellow-haired app should be given to her."
He stayed where he was and watched the game for a while, but found it boring and not as interesting as Hashimoto Arina's game.
After leaving the activity room and returning to the room, Hashimoto Arina had already made the bed on the tatami mats.
The two beds were half a meter apart—not far, but not close either. Intimate, but not close enough for deep conversation.
Hashimoto Arina stretched while sitting in bed. When she saw him come in, she smiled at him and yawned with her hand to her mouth: "You're back. Go to sleep early, there are activities tomorrow."
Today, when we arrived at the hot spring inn, everyone had been traveling for more than six hours, and after dinner, we all looked very tired.
So the slightly chubby editor scheduled the group activity for tomorrow, and today was a free day.
"Yeah, I'm a little tired too." Shirakawa Natsumi and Hashimoto Arina had nothing to say, so she nodded, snuggled into the blankets, and the atmosphere between the two of them had been a little strange since they came out of the couple's hot spring.
Arina Hashimoto got up and turned off the light, plunging the room into complete darkness.
They could hear each other breathing, but neither of them spoke.
He was already very tired and thought he would fall asleep as soon as he hit the bed.
As a result, my mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts, and I was in a semi-conscious state, falling asleep but not completely asleep.
Memories of him and Hashimoto Arina surfaced one by one in his mind.
When did I start to be attracted to this girl?
At that time, he had no intention of being in a relationship; he just found himself with a doctor who often cared for him.
At first, Shirakawa Natsumi only saw her as a responsible attending physician.
Then, gradually, I was infected by her smile, and the two of us started to communicate more and more, and became friends.
After an unknown amount of time, suddenly, "whoosh, whoosh." came the sound of the blanket being lifted behind me.
Shirakawa Natsumi's mind cleared instantly. Her first thought was a night raid, but she quickly dismissed the idea.
This isn't the shameless novel he read before he transmigrated. Reality and novels are fundamentally different. In novels, you can deduce a character's next move based on their personality and the story's background, but reality never follows logic.
Hashimoto Arina went to his bedside first, seemingly to check if he was asleep.
After seeing that he didn't react, she slowly stood up and tiptoed to the door. She pushed open the door of the Japanese-style room and passed through the crack in the door, her chest being slightly crushed as she did so because it was so large.
Hearing footsteps leaving outside the door, Shirakawa Natsu quickly got out of bed, secretly opened the door to the Japanese-style room, and followed behind.
I don't know what Hashimoto Arina is doing out so late. Rather than passively waiting in the room and making wild guesses, he will choose to take the initiative.