"Mutsumi!", Mori Minami felt a burst of joy and quickly rushed forward.
Seeing her daughter's complexion normal, with healthy color on her face, the previous listlessness and weakness had also vanished without a trace.
She finally let out a sigh of relief, then looked to the side at Kaito, and said expectantly, "Now, there shouldn't be any more problems, right?"
Kaito nodded slightly, "The dream demon is already dead. In the upcoming period, as long as she rests and doesn't overexert herself, there shouldn't be any major issues."
Mutsumi's physical constitution was still too weak. Even though he used spiritual power to replenish the consumed vitality, the psychological scars couldn't be easily erased.
"Mutsumi, during this time, don't go to school. Also, stop all extracurricular tutoring. Rest peacefully at home. I'll take care of your leave," Although Mori Minami was sometimes gossipy, the fact that she had become a famous Japanese actress, active in the entertainment industry for decades, naturally meant she wasn't the indecisive type.
School could be attended anytime, but she only had one daughter. If a lack of rest left some kind of aftereffect, it would be a regret she could never undo.
After arranging all this, she didn't forget to pay the fee. She swiftly transferred 50 million yen.
Then she warmly insisted that Kaito stay the night, so she could properly show her hospitality.
Upon hearing this invitation, even Secretary Sakiko glanced over with some anticipation.
'If the President can stay overnight, even if nothing happens, just being able to chat with him a bit more will be nice.'
But then she suddenly froze.
'Mutsumi… why is she also looking at the President with an expectant gaze?'
She blinked, and when she looked again, the green-haired girl had already returned to her cold, expressionless face, as if that moment of expectation had been her own illusion.
'Is… that so?'
Recalling Mutsumi's usual personality, Togawa Sakiko suppressed the odd feeling in her heart and gently shook her head.
'It was just an illusion, right?'
If it had only been Mori Minami's invitation, rejecting it would've been easy. But the feelings of a trusted subordinate still had to be considered.
For Sakiko's sake, Kaito pondered for two seconds and nodded, "Then I'll accept the hospitality."
The Wakaba family's villa was very large. In terms of area, it even surpassed the Nagasaki family's spacious flat.
There were many vacant guest rooms. Not to mention one person, even ten more could stay comfortably.
Kaito didn't have any requirements for the room, anything livable was fine, and was about to randomly pick one.
At this moment, Togawa Sakiko suddenly said, "As it happens, the room next to Mutsumi's bedroom is vacant. Why not stay there?"
The cucumber fairy(because her hair is green) looked up at her, then lowered his head again, speaking softly, "Then what about Sakiko?"
"I'm going back to my own room, of course," Togawa Sakiko smiled lightly. She had a room in the Wakaba household as well. It was also on the third floor, just at the far end.
"After all, you need to rest peacefully now. If we continue sleeping together, it might disturb Mutsumi, right?"
"It won't be a disturbance," Wakaba Mutsumi said very frankly, "I want to sleep with you."
Her expression was unchanged, and her tone equally flat.
'Could it be I am really overthinking?'
Her friend's reaction made Togawa Sakiko slightly relax and even feel a little guilty.
'Did I actually suspect Mutsumi might do something to Kaito-kun…'
'I was just scaring myself, oof!'
With this in mind, Togawa Sakiko shook her head, "There will be other opportunities in the future. Right now, you need proper rest."
Mutsumi seemed a little disappointed. She let out an "oh," then fell silent.
Dinner was meticulously prepared by the maids. The long dining table was filled with exquisite Western dishes, all of which looked quite expensive.
Halfway through dinner, Mori Minami received an urgent phone call. Apparently, there was a problem she had to handle. She apologized quickly and left in a hurry.
All the maids had already been dismissed. In the spacious living room, only Kaito and Mutsumi, quietly sipping mango juice, remained.
As for Secretary Sakiko… she had accidentally gotten oil on her sleeve earlier and had gone upstairs to change clothes.
Seeing the green-haired girl across from him staring intently, not at him, but rather at the mango juice beside him, Kaito felt a bit puzzled, "You… want to drink this?"
"Mm."
Mutsumi nodded honestly, then asked, "Is that okay?"
"But I just took a sip," Kaito coughed lightly, "Let me get you a fresh glass."
"No need," The green-haired girl raised the straw in her hand, "I have this."
Kaito had no particular preference for juice. He didn't mind whether he drank it or not. Seeing that Wakaba Mutsumi didn't mind either, he didn't overthink it and pushed the mango juice over to her.
But at that moment, Mutsumi also pushed her own empty glass over, pulling a switcheroo.
Facing Kaito's confused gaze, she explained with a straight face, "No good. Sakiko will find out."
'This anti-detection instinct is way too strong, isn't it?', Kaito didn't know what expression to make. He could only silently cut the steak on his plate with a knife.
Mutsumi had already inserted the straw into Kaito's cup. Her cherry-pink lips gently wrapped around the round end, and she took a small sip.
The bright yellow liquid flowed through the transparent straw into the girl's mouth. Her slender neck slightly moved as she swallowed, and a satisfied smile appeared on her otherwise emotionless face. [T/N: This paragraph sounds better without context]
'Is it really that good?'
Kaito recalled the taste he had just sampled. It really was just ordinary mango juice.
Secretary Sakiko had changed into a new dress by this time and came down the stairs. Seeing the empty glass in front of Kaito, she couldn't help but chuckle, "Didn't expect even the President to be like Mutsumi, fond of mango juice."
'No, that is originally her half-finished glass.'
Kaito wanted to explain, but after thinking about it, he let it go and just asked, "Does Miss Wakaba like mango juice that much?"
"Exactly," Sakiko sat back in her chair and tapped her cherry lips with a slender finger, "When we used to go out, she would basically always order a mango juice, rarely choosing any other drink."
The girl spoke generously, "If the President likes it, I can give you my glass too."
"No, it's fine," Kaito shook his head and refused. Just as he was about to say more, he suddenly felt an itch on his calf, as if something brushed against it.
'Is it… Wakaba-san?'
Looking at the green-haired girl's calm expression with no hint of guilt, he didn't pay much attention.
'Maybe it was just an accidental touch?'
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After dinner, it was still early.
Seeing that the weather was nice, a rare clear day during the rainy season, Togawa Sakiko suggested taking a walk in the garden to help digest the food.
"I haven't touched the guitar in a while," Wakaba Mutsumi shook her head, "I want to go to the basement and play the guitar for a bit. You guys go ahead."
'Then…'
'We two are alone?'
Togawa Sakiko once again felt guilty for her earlier suspicions.
Mutsumi really was her loyal bestie, not forgetting to play wingwoman even at a time like this.
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