My girlfriend is actually myself.

Chapter 77 Airi is deeply shocked

"That's so mean!" Airi Asakura stared at the four of them, conveying her grievance with her eyes.

There were six members in total. Four of them were relaxing by the window, their clothes clean and their skin fresh. Only she and Yamashita Asami were cleaning hard, their uniforms dirty and their skin sticky. Standing together, they looked like beggars.

More importantly, these two are just ordinary members of the drama department, while the other four are the current and former founders. Why are they the ones who are the most tired?

Wait a minute, that seems reasonable too. Whether it's the era of slavery, feudalism, or modern times, there are always comfortable leaders and miserable followers.

My mood suddenly became heavy.

"I'm going to clean the props warehouse." Asami Yamashita picked up a rag and headed towards the warehouse.

As expected of the sacred body of cattle and horses that Shiraishi Saku had chosen, it didn't complain at all and just wanted to work silently.

Airi Asakura sighed, picked up the bucket, and followed behind Asami Yamashita.

This second-generation maid also has a strong sense of responsibility.

But is it really okay to just accept things passively like this? There's always this feeling that they would also swallow their anger and endure their husbands' infidelity after marriage.

Shiraishi Saku and Yukimiya Natsune had no intention of being cheating husbands. Their earlier slacking off wasn't intentional laziness, but rather a genuine lack of direction when faced with the drama club's professional props and scripts. Neither of them knew how to organize them, while Morikawa Haruka and Nanase Kanade, who did know how, were slacking off.

As a member of the junior high school drama club, Yamashita Asami knew how to organize the props. Shiraishi Saku and Yukimiya Natsune followed her, watched Yamashita Asami's movements for a while, understood the techniques, and then took over her work.

Yamashita Asami looked at the two of them with surprise. She had thought that Shiraishi Saku and Yukimiya Natsune had recruited her into the drama club just to have her do these chores.

What she thought wasn't wrong, but Shiraishi Shuo wanted her to do more technically demanding work, not to actually be a donkey pulling a millstone.

"Thank you," Yamashita Asami said to the two of them, pursing her lips.

Shiraishi Saku and Yukimiya Natsune exchanged a glance.

Even though he and she were just doing their jobs, Yamashita Asami, who came to help, still thanked them.

This cow or horse is beyond saving.

Meanwhile, in the script storage area, Haruka Morikawa and Kanade Nanase, who had been slacking off, also joined Airi Asakura in cleaning.

Airi Asakura kept asking questions about the tidying process, and they gave brief, flat answers with expressionless faces, creating a somewhat oppressive atmosphere.

The two, who had been talking fluently in front of Shiraishi Saku and Yukimiya Natsune, were unusually silent in front of each other.

"Alright, the cleaning is perfectly done!" Airi Asakura inspected the area and nodded in satisfaction.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead, tugged at her collar, her whole body was soaked with sweat, and she had an urge to take off all her clothes.

However, Shiraishi-kun is still in the room, so you can't even unbutton your clothes, let alone take them off.

Wait a minute, if Shiraishi-kun is here too, won't he see me looking all dirty, sweaty, and disheveled?

Airi Asakura immediately turned around and walked to the furthest point from Saku Shiraishi.

Her heart was pounding, and her mind was screaming.

How do I look right now? How inappropriate do I look? Do I smell bad? Do I look disgusting? Shiraishi-kun would definitely be disgusted if he saw me!

Oh no! I should have been more careful while cleaning, or just run away after I finished!

"What's wrong?" Yukimiya Natsune asked her.

"It's nothing," Airi Asakura couldn't bring herself to say.

She looked at Yukimiya Natsune, who was even more disheveled than her, with dust on her bangs and her uniform soaked through.

In a disheveled state, Yukimiya Natsune walked behind Shiraishi Saku, wrapped her arms around the boy's neck, and hung herself on his back, her sweaty body pressed tightly against him.

"Huh!?" Airi Asakura exclaimed in surprise.

"I'm tired, I'll hang up for a bit," Yukimiya Natsune explained.

That's not what I was asking! Although Shiraishi-kun looks very attractive when he's sweating, and I really want to touch him and smell him, you're covered in sweat right now! And you're really dirty too!

Is it really okay to stick it on like that? Aren't you worried about ruining your image and being disliked by Shiraishi-kun?

Why did you just lie on top of me so naturally? Even couples would have reservations!

Airi Asakura looked at Saku Shiraishi's face, which showed no unease. Instead, she reached out to help Natsumi Yukimiya straighten the bangs that were stuck to her forehead and brushed away the dust.

Airi Asakura felt as if her heart had been struck. If this were a scene from a romance manga, she would definitely find it incredibly beautiful, but this was reality. Could it really be this beautiful?

She lowered her head. If it were her, she would never have done such a thing. Perhaps this was why Shiraishi-kun liked Yukimiya-chan instead of him.

She doesn't dare to get close to Shiraishi-kun now.

Nanase-senpai and Morikawa-senpai must be like this too... Nanase-senpai, what are you doing!

She saw Nanase Kanade pick up a duster, lean close to Shiraishi Saku, bend down and stare at the boy's waist, poking him with the handle of the duster.

Shiraishi-kun is not your toy!

"Try tightening it." Nanase Kanade looked up at Shiraishi Saku.

Shiraishi Saku tensed his abdominal muscles, letting Nanase Kanade poke him again.

He knew that Nanase Kanade was testing his muscles. He didn't know whether to say that this petite upperclassman was very tactful or not; she touched and groped Natsume a lot, but when it came to his teenage form, she knew to use props to help.

After poking the waist, Nanase Kanade poked other parts of Shiraishi Saku's body.

Airi Asakura, unaware of Kanade Nanase's purpose, watched as her senior poked Shiraishi all over his body, her eyes wide with surprise.

Is this acceptable? It's so enviable... and so infuriating! This is blatant harassment!

She looked at Yukimiya Natsune. "Yukimiya-chan, look! Nanase-senpai is flirting with Shiraishi-kun right in front of you! You need to do something about her!"

"Excuse me, could you move aside?" Nanase Kanade poked at her back, negotiating with Yukimiya Natsune, who was hanging on Shiraishi Saku's back.

Yukimiya Natsune hung up in front.

They actually made a concession!

Airi Asakura was incredulous, and at the same time, a thought arose in her mind.

If Nanase-senpai can do it, can I too?

Let go of that Shiraishi-kun, let me handle this!

Airi Asakura took a step forward, her mind in turmoil as her restraint and desire fought for control of her body.

Before she could decide the winner, Nanase Kanade put away her duster, straightened up, and stroked her chin: "No problem, and the form is good too. Come to my house tonight."

Airi Asakura stopped struggling; her pride and desires were suppressed by Kanade Nanase's words.

What does "come to my house tonight" mean?

Isn't this a bit too direct? They're exchanging glances in the middle, having a date, sharing a bento box, and secretly having an affair!

"Hey!" Morikawa Haruka raised an eyebrow, blocking Shiraishi Saku's path, staring at her nemesis. "Shiraishi is coming with me."

Airi Asakura covered her face.

While she was still worrying about the sweat on her body, her seniors had already gone this far!

"Yamashita, do you want to come with me?" Morikawa Haruka asked Yamashita Asami.

What about me? Aren't you taking mine with you? Airi Asakura looked longingly at Haruka Morikawa.