Chapter 158 [Big Sister] in childhood

"how do you feel?"

Natsume Naoki opened his eyes in a daze, and happened to see Asai quickly moving a little further away from him.

hiss……

Were you lying on the table just now?

At the end of the dream, I seemed to dream that I went to a maid cafe to have sex with the maid, and even played with the maid's knee pillow?

Well!

It hurts so much, I can’t remember it.

"Are you okay?" Asai pretended to be concerned, but in fact he felt a little nervous.

You woke up suddenly. Did you see the scene where you let him lie on your lap just now?

She put her hands on her thighs, which were still warm from the knee pillow.

Natsume Naoki shook his head and regained consciousness, looked into the private room and murmured: "This is Ryotei... Where is Nanami's school doctor?"

After looking around and not seeing Nanami Ye, he asked.

"You've already gone back." Asai replied: "Your drinking capacity is a bit poor, maybe you drank too much."

"Yes...really?" Natsume Naoki was a little confused: "Am I such a bad drinker...shouldn't I?"

I used to go out with Kitahara Hayato and have dinner. Now, if I drink a bottle of sake, my steps will start to wander at best, but how can I just lie down on the table with half a glass of wine?

Wait, is it really lying on the table?

Natsume Naoki subconsciously touched his face.

I felt like I was lying on a marshmallow just now, the table was softer than my face.

"I have the feeling that I drank too much on your birthday," Natsume Naoki looked confused: "But it was a little lighter than that time. I woke up the next day, and the dream I had that night was... cough

,nothing."

Natsume Naoki recalled the dream of being bumpy in a boat, and the horror of having his junior sister write straight words on him with white ink in the dream.

How many strokes can an average person write in one night?

The positive characters on his body that day were all counted!

"What dream?"

Asai became alert, and the sensitivity of Comprehension 8 was clearly revealed at this moment.

"It's just..." Natsume Naoki was still dizzy, and subconsciously began to recall the dream he had when he was eating vegetables: "I dreamed about things when I was a child. It was really big... big..."

As he spoke, the fingers of his hand unconsciously bent slightly and slowly stretched forward.

"What's so big?" Asai's eyes narrowed.

Natsume Naoki suddenly felt a chill in his back, as if a sword and ax of the same style as Louis XVI was floating above his head.

"Big...big sister!"

Natsume Naoki's mind was spinning very quickly, and he chuckled: "There were a lot of older sisters who liked me when I was a kid, but I don't remember them. I don't know why. But just now in my dream, I seemed to remember an older sister, but I just saw

I don’t know my face.”

Big sister has to focus.

Asai was dubious, but what she was suspicious about was whether the guy saw the knee pillow just now.

Or maybe he has learned wisely and knows that after he says it now, he will not think about using it as a knee pillow when he is awake.

"Now that you're awake, pack up and go home!"

"Um...I don't think I've had enough to eat."

Natsume Naoki's belly is not very good.

Everyone knows what goes into high-end Japanese food. Even if you follow the whole meal, some people with big appetites may not be able to get enough, not to mention Natsume Naoki stopped eating halfway through the meal.

Asai shook his head and said softly: "I'll feed you when you get home."

"Really?" Natsume Naoki was very happy.

"Really," Asai stood up and stretched out his hand: "Let's go home."

This sentence was said very gently, which made Natsume Naoki a little uncomfortable.

Asai felt from the bottom of his heart that after losing his family, even if he bought back the house in Hokkaido where he grew up, he could no longer call it home.

The rented house in Tsurumaki Town, Tokyo, will expire in two years, and he will have to move out by then, but Asai just feels that the temporary house is the only place he can call home now.

Home is where there are people.

Natsume Naoki also reached out and held Asai's delicate and white hand.

It feels so warm.

Natsume Naoki, who had already held hands with Chizuru Amamiya, discovered that every girl's hand felt different to him.

Amamiya Chizuru's hands are small and soft, like clouds, giving her a desire to protect and share.

It was like two people with one mind, a man and a woman, with the same interests and hobbies. Being with her was as comfortable as being with your significant other.

As for Asai Mao's hand, Natsume Naoki only felt warm.

Let him hold this hand at any time and be able to let go of the warmth of fatigue and burden, just like a woman hugging you and whispering to you "Don't worry, everything will be fine with me."

Asai can always give people the feeling and confidence that as long as she has the almighty maid, she can solve any problem.

As for you, when you are tired, it doesn't matter if you want to lie down like a waste. When you feel better, you can just work hard and fight. There is always someone at home to help you.

It's a pity that only one man, Natsume Naoki, can realize this honor. The meaning of personal maid is that in the past life and this life, she is just Natsume Naoki's maid.

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Monday, Sunday.

"Miss, you will be late if you don't go out!"

"Wait! If you're late, you'll be late. Don't rush me!"

Chizuru Amamiya shut herself in her boudoir, squatting on the gaming chair and hugging her knees to watch the screen.

"Strange, why is the feedback so bad?"

After getting feedback from Natsume Naoki about men's underwear, the little rich woman started to make her own final style.

There is another very important procedure before this, that is, she has to hand over her work samples to the company, and let the company produce samples for testing. After the company's testing, if the samples pass, Amamiya Chizuru will use some innocuous rules to

After the feedback results are slightly improved and the secondary sample is passed, it can be put into production and publicity can begin.

However, there were a total of ten female designers who accepted the transformation of men's underwear design this time, and only two of them had their samples returned as unqualified.

Among them is Amamiya Chizuru.

The little rich woman saw the email after she woke up in the morning, so she was in a bad mood the whole morning.

"Is there something wrong with the hip joint design? The model said the clothes were too loose?"

Amamiya Chizuru didn't understand, didn't Senior Mu Mu's clothes fit him well?

How come you are crotch-stretching?

In addition, in order to eliminate errors, the sample model company will ask about fifty to one hundred people to do the test. Only three or four people said that the clothes are suitable. The other test models all reported that the [Qianzhihe] designer's works are very suitable.

The advantages of being loose and breathable are ridiculous, but on the contrary, it is very uncomfortable.

"Miss, there is one more thing."

When Amamiya Chizuru was looking at the sample pictures of her work and was feeling worried, the head maid standing outside knocked on the door again and said: "The master said that he wants you to go to his game company today to have a look."

"What game company?" Chizuru Amamiya asked casually.

"Butterfly Club, you will participate in the Waseda Campus Festival as the representative of the Butterfly Club."

"Ah!" Chizuru Amamiya scratched her hair. She was almost bored to death with so many things going on, "Tell my dad that I'm not free today!"

"But you only have one class today..."

"Just say I'm going on a date! No! Free!"

Amamiya Chizuru started to act rogue. No one would know if she was really dating. Anyway, she didn't want to go to any company owned by the Amamiya Foundation today, and she didn't want to change her pattern.
Chapter completed!