My System Always Wants to Force Me to Confess
Chapter 142: Good Night, Shirakawa

Chapter 142: Chapter 142: Good Night, Shirakawa

"Honestly, I should just get you a coat..."

"No way! It’s already summer, Shirakawa, can’t you respect the season a little?"

Tsukimi Sakurazawa staunchly refused, so Shirakawa Sawahei tossed her another pillow and said helplessly, "I’ll see if I can borrow a dryer from the neighbors. Meanwhile, keep an eye on the news for me and check when the rain will stop."

"Got it." Tsukimi Sakurazawa pouted and said, "Shirakawa, are you so eager to kick me out because you’re afraid I’ll discover your stash of adult magazines in your room?"

Shirakawa Sawahei sneered. As an upstanding protagonist, he naturally had nothing to do with adult magazines. Tsukimi Sakurazawa trying to scare him with such things was destined to fail.

"Just focus on the news, and don’t be afraid I’m going to eat you."

"Go ahead and try." Tsukimi Sakurazawa bit her soft lips, striking a pose of playful daring, "By the way, I’m strawberry-flavored, you know."

Shirakawa Sawahei ignored her and walked out the door. Though his apartment complex had many residents, most were also living alone like him. He finally found a family of four, only to discover their dryer and iron were inconveniently both broken.

This left Shirakawa Sawahei quite frustrated. After saying goodbye to the family, he returned to his apartment, where Tsukimi Sakurazawa had already settled into watching TV on the sofa.

"I couldn’t borrow one. Just make do with an old school uniform." Shirakawa Sawahei said as he casually closed the door. Tsukimi Sakurazawa grumbled, "Wearing ill-fitting clothes is so uncomfortable."

"Who told you to fall?" Shirakawa Sawahei retorted before asking, "Have you checked the weather? Are the trains still running?"

In Neon, trains are often suspended due to weather and various unexpected reasons, and Shirakawa Sawahei had learned this lesson the hard way. Upon hearing this, Tsukimi Sakurazawa brightened her phone screen: "Nope, no news of suspension online."

Oh, right, it’s the internet age now; phones are much faster than TVs.

He was about to tell this mischievous sister to pack up and head home before the weather worsened, but then Tsukimi Sakurazawa suddenly showed an off expression as she scrolled through her phone.

"Crap, Shirakawa! The trains are suspended!"

"They’re really suspended? How did that happen? Didn’t they just say everything was normal?"

Shirakawa Sawahei was stunned for a moment, walked to the window, and pulled back the curtains, finding that it was indeed storming outside, with the rain much heavier than before.

"What’s going on? One second and everything changes!"

Tsukimi Sakurazawa was bewildered. Her previous talk of staying over at the Shirakawa family seemed like idle chatter, just trying to take advantage of the opportunity. Now that the situation turned critical, she began to panic a little.

However, this panic didn’t seem targeted at Shirakawa Sawahei, but at some other concern or fear...

"I... I should call home first..."

Tsukimi Sakurazawa seemed a bit subdued, clutching her phone as she hurried to the bathroom. Shirakawa Sawahei came back to his senses, realizing that this might be turning from a small rain-after story into a big incident.

Spending the night wasn’t an issue; as an upright guy, he wouldn’t act impulsively, but the problem was he didn’t have an extra quilt.

Over in the bathroom, Tsukimi Sakurazawa spent a while on the phone. Due to the echo, Shirakawa Sawahei outside could vaguely hear her solemnly responding, "Okay, I understand," and such.

After some time, the long-legged cute girl finally shuffled out of the bathroom grasping her phone.

"My mother said I can stay out for the night..." Tsukimi Sakurazawa tugged slightly at her T-shirt hem with slight unease, blinking as she said, "Shirakawa, will you make a move on me?"

"..."

"Absolutely not."

"Oh~ Shirakawa, you aren’t perhaps bent, are you?" Tsukimi Sakurazawa once again ventured on the edge of danger, saying, "You really have no bold thoughts?"

Shirakawa Sawahei inwardly sneered.

Heh, women. Even in Neon, there’s a complete set of criminal laws.

"Remember to make your own bed; the bedding is in the cupboard."

"Don’t rush, I still need to chat a bit with Xiao Mo."

"I don’t care, do as you please." Shirakawa Sawahei evidently had no intention of dragging things out with this girl. His precious time for skill-upgrading that night had already been mostly consumed by her antics; dragging this out further, he’d really accomplish nothing, only focus on enjoying the ’benefits.’

No wonder so many people say beauty leads to trouble; there’s indeed some truth in it.

After leaving that line, Shirakawa Sawahei no longer bothered with the girl wearing a big white T-shirt, merrily flaunting her long legs on the sofa. He took out a book he’d borrowed from the library and smoothly entered the ’skill-upgrading mode.’

During this time, Tsukimi Sakurazawa wandered past him a few times, but seeing Shirakawa Sawahei unmoved, her interest waned considerably, and she ran off to swipe through her phone and watch TV alone.

It wasn’t until nearly midnight that Shirakawa Sawahei emerged from his skill-upgrading mode, discovering that the long-legged cute girl had already fallen asleep sprawled on the sofa.

The TV was still broadcasting Neon variety artists’ exaggerated movements and expressions, while the person on the sofa lay there breathing evenly, creating a sort of curious contrast.

Outside, the sound of rain and wind had ceased. Shirakawa Sawahei opened the window, allowing the cool, post-rain air to pour in. The dense night seemed a tad lighter in this cool air.

The well-shaped girl lay on the sofa, surrounded by scattered cushions. Her expression was serene, breathing sweetly, as if experiencing some sweet dream, with a smile that seemed pure sugary delight.

If one overlooks her big-hearted, somewhat disappointing personality, this girl is undoubtedly a high-level beauty.

Considering her figure, then even if her personality is somewhat big-hearted and disappointing, she’s still a high-level beauty.

Such a nice girl, but too bad she’s not mute.

Hmm, this applies equally well to Ise Yu Yuzhijin.

Shirakawa Sawahei slightly gathered his spirits, scooped up the big-breasted beauty from the sofa—he would have left her there, but couldn’t do so; no matter how disappointing she might be, she was still a guest. Ignoring her was just not Shirakawa Sawahei’s style.

The big-breasted beauty unconsciously moved her mouth a bit, but her exquisite face remained serene. Shirakawa Sawahei glanced at her, finding nothing unusual, and carried her into the room.

Ahem, things were not going to develop the way normal people might think. Shirakawa Sawahei laid her on the bed, pulled up a thin quilt to cover her, then casually freshened up before entering the room to turn off the lights.

He lay down on the bed he had initially prepared for Tsukimi Sakurazawa, closing his eyes as his breathing gradually became steady.

The big-breasted beauty gently opened her eyes, motionless, a gentle light seemed to glimmer in them.

In this room shrouded by night, even the sound of breathing seemed notably clear. She watched silently for a while before faintly hearing herself say.

"Goodnight, Shirakawa."

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