My girlfriend is actually myself.

Chapter 79 You're Actually Such a Girl

Thanks to his younger sister Ningning, a warm bathroom awaited Shiraishi Saku and Yukimiya Natsumi at home.

"You can't go in together!" Sakura Nene grabbed Shiraishi Saku's clothes, doing her best to maintain the purity of the bathroom.

Shiraishi Saku could only wait until the girl finished washing before entering her.

The water washed away the sweat, leaving a slight heat on their skin. He and she stood by the window for a while, enjoying the breeze while his sister prepared dinner.

"Why did you suddenly join the drama club?" Sakura Nene asked, holding her rice bowl and looking at the two of them with a puzzled expression.

"Because the drama club's room is very secluded, no one will bother you," Shiraishi Saku deliberately led his sister to think in a bad direction, "and there are all kinds of costumes."

The girl chewed on a tamagoyaki (Japanese rolled omelet), glanced at her brother, and scoffed, "You two don't do *that* kind of thing, brushing each other's teeth in the drama club?"

At the end of last month, the girl confirmed that the two had not had a relationship through a series of actions, including eavesdropping, rummaging through the trash can, and checking financial records. These tricks could not fool her.

It was a miscalculation, but it doesn't matter; we can use this as an opportunity to fight for power.

"Since you know we can't do it, why do you always stop us in the bathroom!" Shiraishi Saku raised his chopsticks and snatched the tamagoyaki from the girl's bowl.

"I won't let you wash with Yukimiya-neechan!" The girl stretched out her chopsticks and started a battle with the despicable thief. The two pairs of chopsticks clashed back and forth like a table tennis ball.

Having reclaimed the tamagoyaki, the girl proudly raised her head: "There are only three of us at home. If you all wash together, I'll be left behind! Unless I'm allowed to join in, I won't agree!"

What do you mean by "let you join in"?

A multitude of responses flashed through Bai Shishuo's mind: "You're a grown woman now," "I don't want to go to a German orthopedic clinic," "Does a mere little hill deserve to bathe with me?"...

The girl ate the tamagoyaki, then hugged Yukimiya Natsune's arm and began planning their bath together: "I'll bathe with Yukimiya-nee for two days, and then you can bathe with Yukimiya-nee for one day!"

It turns out that she was washing with E, not with E.

No, E is also me!

And why is it that you get two days while I only get one day?

Shiraishi Saku firmly rejected the girl's suggestion.

"Then you can have two days and I'll take one day," Sakura Nene conceded.

This isn't about allocation! Shiraishi Saku refused again.

"Stingy," the girl muttered.

Shiraishi Saku glanced at her. He wondered who it was that had suffered from oxygen deprivation and dizziness twice before, and now wanted to climb Mount Fuji a third time—never learning a lesson.

I really want to slam my D-cup breasts hard into your face!

"Sister Yukimiya, look at brother!" the girl turned to Yukimiya Natsune and complained.

Do I see myself?

Yukimiya Natsume handed her tamagoyaki to the girl, patted her head, and played the role of a powerless but gentle wife.

The girl happily picked up a tamagoyaki, turned her head and made a face at Shiraishi Saku.

Suppressing the urge to apply face wash to the girl, Shiraishi Saku and Yukimiya Natsune finished dinner and returned to their bedroom.

The homework for two people was completed quickly. Recently, Shiraishi Saku felt that his academic ability had improved a lot. After all, he had the brain capacity of two people. Even the most intelligent people could not be more powerful than him in terms of brainpower.

They put away their homework, turned on the buttons on the computer and screen, one of them using the keyboard and the other the mouse, and used their brains to log onto YouTube to watch a stage play.

Instead of choosing the official video with camera movement and editing, he and she watched it from the simplest fixed camera angle.

Camera movements and editing can obscure the entire stage, especially in close-ups, making it impossible to see the positioning and the actions of supporting actors.

Classic stage plays are usually quite long. Shiraishi Saku watched for an hour, rubbed his forehead, and felt a little tired.

Just like concerts, the feeling of watching a stage play on video is far less than the feeling of being there in person.

Yukimiya Natsumi raised her slender hand and placed it on his head, gently kneading it to relieve the fatigue of her youthful body.

Unlike the boy's body, the girl's body looks very energetic, and Shiraishi Saku can feel her focus.

Even the same body can experience different joys and sorrows. For example, in the dead of night, the pleasure in the brain and the soreness in the lower back can occur at the same time—this refers to nighttime exercise.

He moved the chair away from the girl's body, then lay down on her lap.

The soft, fragrant pillow briefly invigorated his spirits.

He closed his eyes, enjoying the pillow therapy and aromatherapy for a while, then opened them to admire Yukimiya Natsune's face, but his view was blocked by Mount Fuji.

At that moment, he understood the perseverance of the Foolish Old Man Who Moved Mountains.

Although he can't move it, he can suppress it.

The girl's fair hand pressed down on Mount Fuji, and Shiraishi Saku's gaze was unobstructed, landing on her beautifully curved neck.

As a masterpiece by Shiraishi Saku, Yukimiya Natsune's body has no blind spots and remains beautiful even from this angle.

But that would be too direct; it needs to be hidden behind Mount Fuji to create a greater sense of mystery.

It's definitely not because he loves viewing mountains more!

The hand that had been pressing down on the mountainside moved away, the white gauze nightgown swayed gently, and Shiraishi Shuo relaxed his body, his mind at peace.

Self-appreciation is the purest and most untainted appreciation, free from any cognitive distortions, any embellishment born of distance, and any stubbornness stemming from unfulfilled desires.

You look really good, sir.

He squinted, yawned, and looked sleepy.

……

When he opened his eyes again, Shiraishi Saku suspected that he had awakened the "Mountain Moving" secret technique. Otherwise, how could Mount Fuji, which was some distance away from him before, suddenly appear in front of him?

Moreover, he seems to have gained the ability of 'clairvoyance', otherwise how could Mount Fuji, which was previously shrouded in white gauze, have become so clear!

He sat up and found himself lying in bed, with bright sunlight streaming through the gaps in the curtains. It was already the next morning.

But he clearly remembered lying in front of the desk, his head resting on the girl's lap.

Moreover, he was clearly wearing pajamas before, so how come he's completely naked now?

Was it Ningning's prank? Girls shouldn't be that bold.

Shiraishi Saku scanned the room with a suspicious look, finally settling on the girl beside him.

The girl was still asleep, and she moved her hand in a daze, groping for the boy's body, and pressed herself against him again.

There's only one truth: last night, after I fell asleep, the girl did something bad!

He quickly flipped through the girl's memories.

Watching a stage play... my legs are sore from being pressed down... I punched Shuo... then kept watching... I got tired... I quickly moved Shuo to the bed... and pressed him against me... my clothes are uncomfortable... so I took them off...

Such simple memories, even more innocent than a child's.

But what do you mean by punching me? It hurts me, and it hurts you too!

The turning of memories woke Yukimiya Natsune. The girl sat up, rubbing her eyes. The thin blanket slipped off her shoulders, revealing the snow-covered mountains, which were shrouded in her dazzling golden hair.

"Pervert." Shiraishi Saku poked the girl's forehead.

"Hmm?" Yukimiya Natsune tilted her head.