Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

"Do you think the nobles living in this academy don't make any demands from their families?"

Stella fell silent immediately.

This is not for any other reason than that Kurogane Shizuku is right; she just hadn't thought of it before.

The abilities of the Blade Masters are indeed not something that can be inherited through bloodlines.

After all, each Blade Master awakens a different superpower, but generally speaking, a Blade Master's aptitude can be passed down through bloodline inheritance.

While the probability isn't 100%, if both parents have higher Blade Master aptitude, their children are more likely to have higher aptitude as well.

Therefore, for many sword-wielding families, someone like Makoto Haramura represents the best paternal genes.

Some might ask, what about Stella?

That's different. Stella is, after all, a member of the Familia royal family. Who would let Familia's only royal child marry into their family?

The only option Familion could accept was marrying into the family.

Everyone knows this, so no one dares to mess with Stella.

Seeing Stella's expression, Kurogane Shizuku knew that she had stimulated her enough, so she continued her narration.

"obviously."

"Although I have long since transcended ethical concepts, my brother, being a member of the world, will surely have many concerns and misunderstandings about these things."

"Therefore, I need to form an alliance in this regard."

Stopping her leg swinging, Kurogane Shizuku extended two fingers and waved them in front of Stella's eyes.

"It's okay to help each other to a limited extent, without forcing the other person to do anything."

A wise glint flashed in Kurogane Shizuku's eyes.

She's already struggling to get her brother's approval, and if his friends keep bringing up the sibling relationship, it will only reinforce his negative impression and make him more resistant to her.

She's going to resolve this problem right here.

"But, you, brother..."

Before she could even finish a complete sentence, Stella's mind conjured up Makoto Haramura's face, and she could only nod reluctantly.

"Um--"

Chapter 069 Night

Normally, she would absolutely reject such things that violate ethical and moral principles.

But who could blame her when her weaknesses were completely exploited?

Stella, lying in bed, let out a deep sigh and continued to toss and turn in her bed, unable to fall asleep at all.

"Sincerity..."

She whispered the name that stirred her heart, a name that only she could hear.

For Stella, who had never been in contact with other men since childhood, this was the first and only man she wanted to get to know better.

She wanted to keep looking at his face, even though the boy was supposed to wake up in half an hour. She couldn't suppress her impulse at all.

This is where the advantages of sharing a room become apparent.

You can see them anytime you want.

I tiptoed down the ladder, afraid of startling the sleeping person.

Makoto Haramura remained asleep.

There was no snoring, but from her current position, Stella could clearly hear Makoto Haramura's even breathing.

"Sincerity..."

Stella softly called Haramura Makoto's name again, her eyes filled with boundless tenderness.

She wanted to talk to him, but seeing how soundly Haramura Makoto was sleeping, she couldn't bear to wake this boy she had already taken to heart.

"Never mind, I'll go wash up first."

As if talking to herself, Stella's lips moved slightly, preparing to avert her gaze.

But as she turned her gaze back, it lingered on a certain spot.

That was Makoto Haramura's bare chest.

Because the top of the pajamas wasn't fully fastened, the top two buttons were undone.

A broad chest, delicate collarbones, and a slightly bobbing Adam's apple—these features combined made it impossible for Stella to look away.

"Gudong-"

"But, just a touch, it shouldn't wake him up, right?"

Stella swallowed hard, banishing her previous thoughts, and gently pressed her hand against the surface.

Then, it gently stroked it.

"Uh, uh..."

Stella felt her blood boiling, and she bit her lip hard to stop herself from letting out an excited moan.

At the same time, she could also feel the hardness of Haramura Makoto's chest and the warmth of his chest.

"Splash, splash—"

My heart was beating faster and faster, as if it were about to jump out of my throat, and I was finding it increasingly difficult to breathe.

(I want more, I want to experience more.)

(I want to learn more about him through his body.)

The impulse of lust completely overwhelmed Stella's reason, washing away what little rationality she had left. To put it more specifically, it was a complete loss of rationality.

She let go of all inhibitions, but still moved gently, tiptoeing onto Haramura Makoto's bed.

Stella, trying to control the distance between her body and the range of her movements, even preventing her clothes from rubbing against each other, knelt down and sat on Makoto Haramura.

The blanket had been completely pulled back, and now it was not just the half-naked chest that could be seen.

The clothes rolled up around his abdomen also revealed half of Makoto Haramura's well-defined and toned abs.

Stella's actions became increasingly daring.

One hand rested on Haramura Makoto's bare chest, the other on his bare abs, and two small, fair hands slowly wandered away from the gap between his pajamas and skin.

"This is a man's body, this is Cheng's body."

Perhaps it was when Makoto Haramura first defeated her?

Perhaps it was when he was trusted so much by Makoto Haramura?

Or perhaps it's because of his ability to cook such delicious food?

She herself wasn't quite sure when this first man, who wasn't a family member, had entered her life and made her care about him so much.

But none of that matters anymore; what matters is that she has made up her mind about how she feels.

She had decided that she wanted to be with this man, to be his lover, and to walk down the aisle with him.

(So, touching my future lover's body is no problem.)

(Yes, there's absolutely no problem.)

Stella is justifying her behavior through her own imagination.

"Ha ha……"

This completely unfamiliar experience had Stella extremely excited.

My head felt like it was running a high fever, all muddled and dizzy.

Like someone on drugs, she felt completely unable to stop.

"what……"

Soft fingertips traced across the angular gaps in his abdominal muscles.

Through skin-to-skin contact, she could clearly feel the effort that Makoto Haramura had put into developing his perfect physique.

"Perhaps that's why he's so amazing."

"Despite having such high talent, he never stops improving himself."

Naturally, without filtering it out from their own language, they uttered this sentence.

But after she said it, Stella's ambiguous movements suddenly stopped.

"So that's how it is..."

At that moment, she finally understood why she cared so much about this man.

Admittedly, what I just mentioned were all points that piqued her curiosity or interest in this man, but what truly made her fall for him was that he was in a similar situation to her.

Although Makoto Haramura never told her, she knew very well what it meant to have such talent.

The surging lust was like the tide, rising quickly and receding just as quickly.

His completely lost reason has returned.

"Go wash your face and wake yourself up."

Stella tiptoed away from Makoto Haramura, put on her shoes, and hurriedly went to the bathroom.

At this moment, the person that Stella had assumed was fast asleep opened his eyes.

"As expected, dragons are inherently lustful. Has he been influenced by the dragon within him?"

Makoto Haramura, who had been pretending to be asleep the whole time, had a complicated expression on his face.

In fact, he hadn't slept at all last night; he had been pretending to be asleep the whole time.

Speaking of which, with someone constantly turning over in the upper bunk and someone groping around on your body, how could someone with such poor vigilance fall asleep in such an environment?

He was just thinking about how to stop this situation.

After all, the stimulation was just too intense, especially for a virgin like him. It was an indescribable thrill. He was already standing at attention, and if this continued, he probably wouldn't be able to control himself and would transform into a moonlit werewolf and devour this mischievous little dragon.

"But how should I respond to her?"

……

Without a doubt, Stella is an absolutely good girl.

Even though they had only known each other for a few days, Makoto Haramura was confident in making that statement.

That's why he's been struggling with this problem.

If Xiaoqi and I didn't have a tacit understanding in the first world, then accepting Stella's love now might not be a bad thing.

But the problem is, there's already a Misaki Shokuhou waiting for me. Is this really a good idea?

He also knew very well that at this point, the best approach would be to subtly and unintentionally reveal that he already had a girl he liked.

Cutting losses in time will prevent Stella from suffering too much.

But he himself couldn't bear to part with it.

Yes, he was very sure that he couldn't bear to part with it.

Three full days have passed since that day. They spend every day together, exercising together in the morning, going to class together, having dinner together after school, and sleeping together at night.

He had countless opportunities to speak up and explain the matter.

But every time the words were on the tip of his tongue, he swallowed them back.

He was also reluctant to break off his relationship with the girl just like that.

When he experienced this reaction a second time, he was certain that he had also developed a slight liking for the girl.

"Bang bang bang-"

The magic bullets were fired silently, while his right hand simultaneously swung his sword, drawing a crescent moon in the space in front of him.

(Does this mean I'm actually a jerk at heart?)

A terrible thought suddenly popped into Makoto Haramura's mind. He quickly shook his head, trying to shake this unreliable idea out of his head.