The place where Shizuka and Makoto met was a deep-fried skewer restaurant.
Makoto figured she probably wanted a drink.
He just wasn't sure whether it was to boost her courage—or for some other reason.
Hiratsuka chose a secluded table. As soon as she sat down, she asked as expected, "One drink should be fine, right?"
"Of course. But I can't drink with you," Makoto reminded her.
"I know, I'm not that clueless."
Shizuka smiled calmly, acting composed.
After ordering, when the server asked about dipping sauces, Makoto spoke up before Hiratsuka could: "We'll share one bowl."
"Got it."
The server smiled, clearly used to sweet couples like them. It didn't surprise her at all.
But Shizuka was a different story.
She felt the server's envious gaze and immediately blushed, her whole body tense and uneasy.
This is exactly why I picked the most hidden corner—to avoid attention!
After the server left, Hiratsuka spoke awkwardly: "Why did you just now…"
Makoto cut her off: "This is a date, right?"
"Ah?" Hiratsuka froze.
She instinctively wanted to deny it, but then Makoto smiled and said, "You got all dressed up to come eat with me. If this isn't a date, what is it?"
"But…"
"Don't overthink it. Leave everything to me."
Makoto's voice came through loud and clear.
Shizuka stared blankly at him, her cheeks gradually turning red.
She seemed annoyed, or maybe resigned, as she mumbled, "You're doing it again. Never letting me finish what I want to say. Just like this afternoon."
"But I can tell—you like it," Makoto hit her with another critical hit.
Shizuka went completely silent.
Yeah… if I didn't like it, would I have dressed up this nicely to go out?
Even though she admitted it to herself, she still maintained her composure on the surface: "Have you always been like this?"
"Like what?" Makoto asked.
Hiratsuka's eyes darted away, too embarrassed to answer.
She wanted to ask if he'd practiced all this with Mayu.
But then she thought—she lasted less than ten minutes under Makoto's gentle hands. If she asked something like that, wouldn't he think she still wanted more?
Which… honestly, she did feel quite repressed… and yeah, she kind of did want more…
Then she noticed Makoto staring at her and got nervous: "Is there something on my face?"
"No."
"Then what are you looking at?"
"I was just thinking. Hiratsuka-sensei usually wears long sleeves and pants—I'm used to seeing you that way. I didn't expect that when you changed into a skirt, you'd be even more beautiful."
"You're teasing me again, aren't you?"
Shizuka was utterly embarrassed.
But deep down, she was genuinely happy.
Even she couldn't explain it—the satisfaction she got from being looked at and praised by Makoto couldn't be compared to anything else.
Am I falling in love?
But the problem is… I'm not a young girl anymore.
Get a grip!
While Hiratsuka was tangled in embarrassment and confusion, Makoto was simply admiring her.
Even though he had seen her amazing body before, her mature and full figure never got old no matter how many times he looked.
Her hips were about the same width as Mayu's.
Whether in skirts or tight pants, her curves were always on display, effortlessly forming an irresistible pear-shaped silhouette.
Her legs were slender and long, yet still soft and fleshy—a plumpness and sensuality unique to mature women.
Makoto had personally tested her. Her feel was top-notch—supple and elastic.
Now all he needed was a full-on investigation.
This was why he had turned down Yukino's date—he came here hoping to unlock even more "Easter eggs."
Since he'd already had dinner, he just picked at his food.
Shizuka poured herself a glass of alcohol, and as she listened to Makoto's idle chatter, her mood gradually lightened.
"Is there anywhere you want to go later? Since we both have time today, I can come with you," Makoto said.
Shizuka froze, her cheeks slightly red. "Did you figure something out?"
"I did guess a few things," Makoto nodded.
For example, he could tell that Shizuka was really enjoying the date.
For example, he could tell that Shizuka wasn't content with just this.
On a first date with the opposite sex, Shizuka clearly wanted more.
As for losing her composure?
What she was probably thinking now was: I've already lost it today, whatever happens next can wait until tomorrow.
"How about we go see the ocean?" Shizuka looked at him with eyes full of expectation.
"Sure."
Shizuka paid for dinner. After they left the restaurant, she hailed a cab.
Makoto had assumed that "going to the ocean" meant a beach with bikinis.
But when they arrived, it turned out the place was full of boats and cruise ships, and workers bustling around.
Shizuka seemed to notice his confusion and chuckled a little awkwardly, "If we went to a beach with volleyball and crowds, I'm afraid I wouldn't want to go back."
Makoto understood. "Because it's your first time on a date like this?"
"Yeah."
Shizuka was also gradually letting go.
You could also say she had "resigned herself."
On this day of losing control, she didn't want to overthink things anymore.
Because she really couldn't make sense of it.
"What a shame. I thought I'd get to see a cute swimsuit on Shizuka." Makoto's sigh was completely genuine.
Shizuka gave him a glare. "I told you not to call me that."
"Then will I ever get to see a swimsuit?"
"...Fushimi, I'm suddenly in the mood to punch you."
"You can't beat me."
"..."
This guy is infuriating!
They stayed by the ocean for over an hour. On the way back, Shizuka didn't rush to call a cab and instead strolled down the street with Makoto.
"Excuse me, may I ask—are you Makoto, the creator of that short film that's been blowing up online recently?"
A man in a business suit suddenly stopped them.
Shizuka's face flushed and she subtly distanced herself from Makoto.
But Makoto remained calm. "That's me. What's up?"
"Wow, it's really you!" The man's expression lit up. "I've watched your short film countless times. I really love the story."
"Thank you."
"By the way, here's my business card. With your looks, I think you could easily become an actor. Would you be interested…?"
"No, not interested."
Even after such a blunt rejection, the man didn't get angry—he smiled.
"I figured. Someone who prefers working behind the scenes probably wouldn't want to act."
Then, he looked at Makoto sincerely and said,
"I didn't just watch your work multiple times—I also read tons of online comments. They say you're quite skilled at writing. Is that true?"
Makoto exchanged a glance with Shizuka. Both of them had guessed the man's true intention.
As the elder, Shizuka felt it was her place to step in.
"Sorry, but right now, his academics have to come first. If you're trying to recruit him as a screenwriter, I don't think that's appropriate."
Makoto also said, "I really don't have time to write a script for you."
The man looked a bit disappointed.
But then Makoto added, "Though I do have a few scripts I've written for fun."
"Really? May I take a look?" The man brightened up again.
Shizuka looked at Makoto in surprise, seeing no sign that he was lying.
She couldn't help but ask, "You've written more than one story?"
"Yeah, about a dozen or so. I like working on them when I've got nothing better to do."
"A dozen?"
Both Shizuka and the man were stunned.
Makoto took the card, noted down the number and address, and said, "Tonight's not a good time. How about we talk more another day?"
"No problem. I won't bother you any longer then."
Hearing that Makoto was open to talking later, the man bowed and left politely.
Shizuka still seemed lost in the moment.
She murmured, "I had no idea you'd written so many stories… Could those all be adapted into scripts?"
"More or less. But that's not important," Makoto said.
"How is that not important?"
"Because the most important thing right now… is that I'm on a date with Shizuka."
"I told you not to call me that!"
Under the night sky, Shizuka glared at him in flustered annoyance, but inside she was thinking:
Do I really have such good taste?
No, no—don't go there yet.
If I keep thinking about it, I might start feeling things out here on the street.
Especially since he's such a smooth operator, and even made me practice conversation skills…
They wandered the streets until 7 PM before heading home.
It was Makoto's first time at Shizuka's house.
He looked around the spacious living room, then glanced at her beautiful figure as she bent over to pour tea and thought:
This skirt really suits Shizuka—those hips are dangerously eye-catching.
Shizuka brought over the tea, then hesitated a moment before asking, "When are you planning to leave?"
"What kind of host asks that as soon as their guest walks in?" Makoto sipped his tea, amused.
Shizuka looked a little embarrassed and guilty.
They had had so much fun earlier that she had unconsciously gotten swept up in the moment.
By the time she realized it, she'd already invited Makoto home with her.
A man and a woman alone together at night, after surrendering her 'battle CG' earlier that day—what's going to happen now?
Shizuka didn't dare think further.
As her mind wandered, she suddenly felt something heavy on her legs.
Looking down, she saw that Makoto had finished his tea and laid his head on her lap.
"Hey, what are you doing?!"
Shizuka panicked. He's not going to make a move already, is he?!
"I wanted to do this since the afternoon," Makoto said, looking up at her.
Her thighs were soft and fragrant.
And from this angle, her already curvy figure looked even fuller and more enticing.
Exquisite!
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