The atmosphere became somewhat silent, and the two of them suddenly became reserved.

After taking a bath, Hashimoto Arina stayed in the room to make the bed for the night. He wanted to help, but was kicked out.

Shirakawa Natsu sat in the activity room, watching others play ping-pong.

The favorability rating on the mobile app remains at 99%, which is not surprising.

After realizing that the two are more like siblings, they realized that without breaking the shackles of family ties, they could forget about collecting 100.

“Looks like he didn’t make it to base.” Miyuki, wearing a yukata, walked over and sat down next to him.

“You skipped too many steps in the middle.” Shirakawa Natsu glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. After putting on the yukata, her breasts and buttocks were prominent. It turns out that my brother still has the hidden attribute of large breasts.

He braced himself with his hands behind him, looking at the ball next to the ping-pong table, which was swaying up and down due to the intense exercise.

“I once read a flop novel called ‘My Girlfriends Are All Weirdos,’ in which the male protagonist could make advances on his relatives, stepmother, sister, younger sister, and even strangers passing by without any psychological pressure, as long as they were pretty, he felt no psychological pressure whatsoever.”

“But reality is different. The thought that the other person is like your sister, just imagining the scene of stabbing her, gives rise to a sense of immorality.”

Miyuki glanced at him sideways: “Are you planning to give up on pursuing Hashimoto Arina?”

“Of course not, I’m not one of those cute and passive male protagonists in anime, but I do need to mentally prepare myself.” Shirakawa Natsu shrugged: “Those who call me ‘little sister,’ ‘older sister,’ or ‘mom’ get even more excited, but that only applies to other people’s sisters. In real life, a little sister just makes people feel disgusted.”

Miyuki’s lips curled into a roguish smile: “So, would you rather Hashimoto Arina sleep with the man she loves, or have you sleep with her while burdened by a sense of immorality? Which would you choose?”

“Then let’s bear the guilt together,” Shirakawa Natsu replied without hesitation.

“Now that’s mentally prepared, you can stay here and reminisce.” Miyuki waved her hand: “I’m going to get a massage.”

“Massage?” Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback, looking Miyuki up and down. The yukata made her look more feminine than usual. “In my experience, please don’t ask someone with blond hair and tanned skin to give you a massage.”

Miyu glanced at him and licked her lips: “I’m the one who gives massages.”

Shirakawa Natsumi shrugged. “The yellow-haired app should be given to her.”

He stayed where he was and watched the game for a while, but found it boring and not as interesting as Hashimoto Arina’s game.

After leaving the activity room and returning to the room, Hashimoto Arina had already made the bed on the tatami mats.

The two beds were half a meter apart—not far, but not close either. Intimate, but not close enough for deep conversation.

Hashimoto Arina stretched while sitting in bed. When she saw him come in, she smiled at him and yawned with her hand to her mouth: “You’re back. Go to sleep early, there are activities tomorrow.”

Today, when we arrived at the hot spring inn, everyone had been traveling for more than six hours, and after dinner, we all looked very tired.

So the slightly chubby editor scheduled the group activity for tomorrow, and today was a free day.

“Yeah, I’m a little tired too.” Shirakawa Natsumi and Hashimoto Arina had nothing to say, so she nodded, snuggled into the blankets, and the atmosphere between the two of them had been a little strange since they came out of the couple’s hot spring.

Arina Hashimoto got up and turned off the light, plunging the room into complete darkness.

They could hear each other breathing, but neither of them spoke.

He was already very tired and thought he would fall asleep as soon as he hit the bed.

As a result, my mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts, and I was in a semi-conscious state, falling asleep but not completely asleep.

Memories of him and Hashimoto Arina surfaced one by one in his mind.

When did I start to be attracted to this girl?

At that time, he had no intention of being in a relationship; he just found himself with a doctor who often cared for him.

At first, Shirakawa Natsumi only saw her as a responsible attending physician.

Then, gradually, I was infected by her smile, and the two of us started to communicate more and more, and became friends.

After an unknown amount of time, suddenly, “whoosh, whoosh.” came the sound of the blanket being lifted behind me.

Shirakawa Natsumi’s mind cleared instantly. Her first thought was a night raid, but she quickly dismissed the idea.

This isn’t the shameless novel he read before he transmigrated. Reality and novels are fundamentally different. In novels, you can deduce a character’s next move based on their personality and the story’s background, but reality never follows logic.

Hashimoto Arina went to his bedside first, seemingly to check if he was asleep.

After seeing that he didn’t react, she slowly stood up and tiptoed to the door. She pushed open the door of the Japanese-style room and passed through the crack in the door, her chest being slightly crushed as she did so because it was so large.

Hearing footsteps leaving outside the door, Shirakawa Natsu quickly got out of bed, secretly opened the door to the Japanese-style room, and followed behind.

I don’t know what Hashimoto Arina is doing out so late. Rather than passively waiting in the room and making wild guesses, he will choose to take the initiative.

Hashimoto Arina did not notice him following behind her, and walked ahead through the activity room to the hotel lobby.

There were cotton quilts laid out, and men and women sat around chatting, creating a lively scene.

He spotted the familiar figure immediately; Miyuki’s height and appearance were exceptionally striking.

Hashimoto Arina walked straight over and sat down next to her.

Shirakawa Natsuto was horrified; how did these two end up together?

She just met with Miyuki not long ago, and now she’s with Arina Hashimoto. She even went to give a massage in between. This guy is a master of time management.

The hall was crowded with people. Shirakawa Natsu mingled at the back of the crowd and quietly slipped behind the two of them to sit down.

However, he could only fool Hashimoto Arina. He sensed that Miyuki had seen him, but he pretended not to notice.

“He’s already asleep.” Hashimoto Arina sat down next to Minobu. “Did you need something from me?”

Miyuki glanced at Shirakawa Natsu behind him and said, “Kimura Hama has already gotten a divorce. What are you planning to do next?”

Hashimoto Arina’s expression froze for a moment, first showing surprise, then slowly becoming complicated: “So he wasn’t lying after all.”

“You didn’t know?” Miyuki asked suspiciously. “It’s not a secret among the professors at Tokyo University. Anyone who pays a little attention will know.”

Hashimoto Arina lowered her head and said softly, “I haven’t contacted him since he came to the hospital to see me last time.”

“Why is that?” Miyuki asked.

“Because… Xia.” Hashimoto Arina shook her head: “I agreed to date Xia, and I didn’t want him to know that Kimura Hama existed. Besides… that day he said that divorce would take time.”

Upon hearing this, Shirakawa Natsu immediately recalled that last month, he and Hashimoto Arina had taken a walk in the hospital in the evening.

The nurse ran over and said that a handsome guy was waiting for him outside. Hashimoto Arina went out and came back, looking visibly flustered. It was then that he realized there was a man there and asked Miyuki to help investigate.

“Are you planning to keep it from him?” Mikoto’s eyes were sharp: “Treat him like a child, just like you used to.”

“I don’t know.” Hashimoto Arina held her head in her hands. “I don’t know how to start.”

“Do you like him? From a woman’s perspective, how do you like a man?” Miyuki asked.

“He… is still a child.” Hashimoto Arina shook her head. “He’s like my younger brother.”

Shirakawa Natsu sat in the back, listening to everything. She shook her head, took out her phone, and sent a message to Mino Shiki.

“In that case, you’d better hurry up and go find Kimura Hama.” Mikoto’s lips curled into a sly smile: “That guy is very popular at school, you’ll miss him if you’re too late.”

After she finished speaking, she turned to stare at Hashimoto Arina: “Then talk to Natsu about it, and you won’t have to worry about it anymore.”

“I…” Hashimoto Arina lowered her head and remained silent.

“That’s the most reasonable thing to do, isn’t it?” Miki said. “What’s your position now? His attending physician, his sister, his friend—whichever of you is the most reasonable person to do it is to tell him the truth and then pursue his own happiness. So what are you still hesitating about?”

Hashimoto Arina remained silent, her head bowed.

“You’re hesitating because you like him,” Mikoto suddenly said.

“No.” Hashimoto Arina shook her head: “He’s only 18, and I’m already 26. He’s still just a child.”

“In a sense, you and Kimura Hama are quite a good match,” Miyuki said. “Your concerns are what he considers reasonable. He will always put himself in a reasonable position, which is what you call age and status. From any perspective, you should choose him.”

Hashimoto Arina remained silent.

“But humans are irrational creatures.” Mikoto shrugged. “A newlywed wife will definitely want to grow old with her husband, but after marriage, she may encounter some temptations, and then be photographed by a blond guy. After a long period of editing, it will become something that is shown in front of her husband…”

“People change. Someone who has never tried being a Dom will never know that they are actually a Dom, nor can they be sure if it’s because of immorality…”

“Stop.” Hashimoto Arina stopped her, blushing. “Please don’t use such strange metaphors.”

“Give me some time.” Hashimoto Arina waved her hand. “I don’t want to hurt Natsu.”

“And why do you know so much about the things between the faculty at the University of Tokyo?”

“I have a good relationship with a female teacher.” Mikoto licked his lips.

“You must be the same age as Xia,” Hashimoto Arina said with a helpless expression.

“I’m nineteen.” Mi Zhi Shi shrugged.

“You’re nineteen?” Hashimoto Arina covered her head. “Seriously, I’ve been lectured by so many younger girls. I’ll consider it.”

After realizing her age advantage, she finally regained some confidence.

She adopted the same demeanor as her older sister, got up, and left.

After she left, Miyuki turned to Shirakawa Natsu and said, “What disgusting lines.”

“Hey.” Shirakawa Natsumi’s lips twitched. “You added those weird metaphors, didn’t you?”

“Never mind.” Shirakawa Natsu waved her hand, not wanting to argue with her. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the seed had already been planted in Hashimoto Arina’s heart. Now it was just a matter of seeing if it could blossom and bear fruit.

Hama Kimura is right; he is on the side of reason.

Hashimoto Arina sees him more as a younger brother, and the only way to surpass him is to make her realize that there is such a path as being a pervert.

So what if it’s immoral? It’s just psychological, it doesn’t affect physical intimacy.