Rope bondage art show...

Mirai took off her shoes and stepped on the tiled floor, quickly pulling out a pair of unopened slippers and tearing the packaging. She squatted down and handed them to him, serving him like a wife attending to her husband in the Showa era.

"Please have a seat!" she said, bustling around and working hard like a busy bee. 

She handed him a bottled drink and noticed his surprised gaze. "I noticed that Yagami-kun always drinks this brand of green tea, so I remembered..." she explained softly, burying her face in her chest, her cheeks turning even redder.

The closer they were to the apartment, the more her emotions surged, the more she anticipated, and the more nervous she became. When he finally sat down at the coffee table inside the apartment, it felt like a pot of boiling oil had been splashed with water, sizzling and burning her heart.

How should she act to be warm and welcoming? What does he like to drink and snack on? The more she thought, the hotter her cheeks became, and the more she looked at him, the more she wanted to think.

"Thank you, I do really like drinking this." Satoru smiled and nodded. However, they had never gone on a date or outing together, and they weren't in the same class. They didn't meet very often, so how did she notice that he always drink this brand of green tea? He could vaguely sense her eyes actively searching for something and frequently glancing at him.

"Um... snacks, fruits, and the trash bin are here, and also..." She seemed flustered and hurried, but she felt sweet inside after receiving his affirmation. "The remote control is here, and if you want to watch TV, some channels require payment in advance..."

"Oh, and... the tissues are here. If you feel cold, should I turn on the kotatsu or the heater?"

She busily arranged everything on the coffee table like a squirrel moving its nest, afraid that he might need something and not be able to reach it easily.

"No need, no need." Satoru felt a bit overwhelmed by her enthusiasm. 

"I'll go heat up the pot. It won't take long. I've already prepared the ingredients and the soup base in advance."

She breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, nodding, then headed to the kitchen. Even so, she didn't forget to turn back every three steps to confirm their eye contact.

In reality, the open-style kitchen and the living room were combined, and Satoru could see her just by turning his head. They could even have a direct conversation.

Satoru met her gaze, smiled, and took a sip of green tea to calm his boiling emotions. She was restless like a deer, yet passionate and attentive like fire, making him feel a bit uneasy.

He had received this kind of treatment before, or rather, it was quite common for him. After all, he was really popular, and girls were always careful, gentle, and poured out their tenderness for him. He used to enjoy it, but now why did it feel a bit off? Because beneath her gentleness, there was an underlying frenzy to lock him up in the basement and chain him!

After calming his mind for a moment, Satoru picked up the remote control and started browsing through the channels. 

He needed to first confirm what Miyano Mirai was most infatuated with about him, or rather, what she would want to do after locking him up in the basement. This was the fundamental essence of thoroughly capturing her heart, and Satoru's only advantage.

In the afternoon, when observing his life simulation from the perspective of a god, he discovered something in that basement, but it was just speculation and needed to be confirmed.

There it was - Rope bondage art show... and it was even already paid for. Satoru's face stiffened a bit...