Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

Makoto Haramura, who was looking around, suddenly stopped his gaze on a certain spot.

It was obvious that the hook had just been installed, and hanging on it was a black lace bra that looked quite provocative.

Of course, none of these are very important. What is important is that the size of this bra is amazing.

Judging by sight alone, they are all the size that cannot be grasped even with one's hand fully outstretched.

The person who can wear this must be very confident in their size, otherwise they would just be a laughing stock.

"what--"

Suddenly, Stella screamed from outside the door.

Realizing what was going on, Makoto Haramura immediately shifted his gaze to the mirror.

"Shh-"

The bathroom door was flung open, and a bright red figure shot out and leaped high into the air.

Even with his back turned, Makoto Haramura could clearly hear the sound of something being torn off.

"You...you didn't see it, did you?"

Stella's completely blushing face was clearly reflected in the mirror, and the trembling of her voice could be heard clearly.

"what did you see?"

"What else is wrong? Why is your face so red?"

Sensing that it was almost time, Makoto Haramura turned around, looked at Stella who was almost curled up in a ball, and asked softly.

"Never mind, never mind, it's fine if you didn't see it..."

"Take your time washing."

Maintaining this hunched posture, Stella rushed out of the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind her.

"Really!"

"That's why I said that living with a girl is a very troublesome thing."

……

"Honestly, I wonder if he even saw it."

Wearing a pink nightgown that reached her knees, Stella rubbed her hands together, her two ivory-white legs rubbing against each other. This action was enough to show that Stella's mood was very turbulent.

Her gaze was always fixed on her wardrobe.

"Sorry, I've been washing for so long, so I'm a little dirty."

Makoto Haramura was wearing a white bathrobe hanging in the bathroom, and he was holding a towel in his hand, drying his wet hair.

His face had exquisitely sculpted features, and his short, dark brown curly hair was casually scattered. White water droplets trickled down his Adam's apple and onto Haramura Makoto's half-naked chest, which was not fully fastened.

Before she knew it, Stella was a little stunned.

"Ahem, you'd better button your clothes up a little tighter."

Realizing her lapse in composure, Stella averted her gaze from Haramura Makoto, blushing as she spoke.

"Ah, sorry."

After haphazardly wiping his hair without caring whether it was completely dry, Makoto Haramura quickly buttoned up the buttons on his chest.

It was probably a feeling of regret.

Even though it was her own reminder, Stella still felt a sense of regret.

"It's ok."

"Now can we talk about it? Where did you go? How did you get yourself so dirty and messy?"

"There weren't this many marks when we fought just now."

At this point, Stella forgot her shyness and her eyes were full of curiosity.

"Ah, this."

"I just got thoroughly beaten up by an expired loli. I was completely bruised and battered."

Makoto Haramura gave a wry smile and sat down in his own chair.

Is it Princess Yasha?

Almost instantly, Stella arrived at the correct answer.

"If it were Yasha-hime, losing would be considered normal."

"But is the gap really that big? You beat me so easily."

Stella didn't ask why Makoto Haramura was fighting Yasha-hime; she was simply curious about the answer to this question.

"Yes, it's like the difference between adults and children."

"And, if we're really going to talk about it, it's the difference between you and me, Stella."

Makoto Haramura hadn't expected that Nishikyo Ningon's so-called teaching method would be so brutal—it really was that brutal.

There was absolutely no explanation or instruction.

They just kept attacking him and beating him.

Let him understand everything through battle, let him learn how to use magic through battle.

"What does it mean?"

Sometimes, accepting one's own shortcomings is also a form of self-discipline.

Moreover, there was no need to hide it, so Makoto Haramura told her all the little tricks he had used on Stella during the fight.

"So, if Stella knew more about me, I definitely wouldn't be able to beat you."

"Really?!"

Stella wasn't angry; all she showed was disbelief.

There was no way she could connect the man who had fought her so effortlessly with the person he had described earlier.

"It's definitely true."

"That's why I need to be trained."

He got up, found the instant coffee he had just bought the day before yesterday, and made a cup for Stella as well.

"How about it? Your illusions are a little shattered, aren't they? A little cunning."

“No… no no…”

Stella shook her head hurriedly, as if expressing her dissatisfaction with Haramura Makoto's earlier evaluation of her.

"Why call it cunning? This is clearly a display of your combat wisdom!"

"呲-"

"Seriously, what did you make me say?"

Stella, realizing what had happened, immediately blushed and shouted loudly at Makoto Haramura without any persuasiveness.

"Sorry, sorry."

Makoto Haramura quickly waved his hand, a faint smile involuntarily appearing on his lips.

"But as long as Stella doesn't mind, that's fine."

She's quite proud, but she doesn't mean what she says.

Although this kind of proud girl is out of fashion now, it has to be said that Stella still manages to show her unique charm.

However, Makoto Haramura has absolutely no other thoughts at the moment.

He had other things to say.

(White Demon, you should have appeared by now.)

Immersed in his subconscious, Makoto Haramura called out the name of the White Demon.

(Kid, I'm here.)

Unlike last time, White Yaksha responded quickly this time.

(I can confirm it with just the simplest physical contact.)

(The specific method you choose to use is up to you.)

"Why are you silent? I don't mind."

While Makoto Haramura was engrossed in chatting with the White Demon, Stella was getting a little anxious.

She thought she had gone too far with what she had just said.

Now, completely forgetting about being shy, she hurriedly shook her head.

"And, and..."

"It is incredibly difficult to improve a score from 80 to 90 in terms of neatness."

"But the easiest period was when I went from 0 to 50 points."

"That's how I was back then. I had just awakened my abilities, and every day when I trained myself, my growth rate was very fast."

"So don't be discouraged. I believe that after a few days of training, you will definitely be able to break through my defense."

"If you're not satisfied with Yasha-hime's training, I can help you every day..."

Stella, flustered and gesturing wildly, spoke to Makoto Haramura.

She was like a flustered child, helplessly explaining herself to an adult after doing something wrong.

"I know, I know!"

Makoto Haramura smiled and reached out to put his hand on Stella's head.

“I’m not angry because of what you said. I understand Stella’s concern for me, and I’m also well aware of what you’re saying.”

"only--"

"If we look at the results from last time, and my magic control catches up and I can break through your defenses, Stella, you might lose miserably in the next battle."

Stella was completely stunned, because she was completely stunned by what Makoto Haramura had just said.

At this moment, Makoto Haramura's face became hateful again in Stella's eyes.

Yeah, if it's so easy for this man to keep getting stronger, then I'm bound to lose next time.

"Who, who would lose like that..."

Stella stubbornly insisted, her fair neck now completely tinged with a pale cherry blossom pink.

Whether it was truly one-sided or not, Stella herself knew best.

It is a well-established understanding that conceptual systems have a stronger capacity for interference than natural systems.

For a specific example, the invincible Yasha-hime Nishikyo Nene, who wielded a natural interference ability called "gravity manipulation," was rendered powerless when she encountered Shinguji Kurono, who had awakened her ability a year earlier and used time-based causal interference.

The almost one-sided battle led Nishikyo Nene to embark on a lifelong pursuit of Shinguji Kurono.

Will I be like that too?

From then on, she embarked on a lifelong pursuit of this man.

(But this seems pretty good, doesn't it?)

"Stella, Stella?"

Makoto Haramura's two consecutive calls roused Stella from her reverie.

"What's wrong!"

Stella suddenly woke up.

Although she was only distracted for a few seconds, Stella still felt that she must have overlooked a lot of things, otherwise this hand would not have appeared in front of her.

Ultimately, what does this hand mean?

"Although this may seem a bit abrupt, I wonder if I could shake hands with Princess Stella? I have something I need to confirm."

"Ha, what does this mean?"