Madam, believe me, how can I be a minotaur?

“Wuuu~~~”

Seeing Asano Makoto's serious, almost angry expression, Miyajima Eriko felt a rare sense of panic.

After visibly struggling for a moment, she said in a very small voice, "In, in the kitchen... the wall cabinet above."

Asano Makoto nodded and turned to leave the guest room.

Behind her, Miyajima Eriko's face was completely flushed, and her body felt even hotter, as if her condition had worsened.

As for the reason...

Asano Makoto now understood.

Arriving in the kitchen, he quickly found the medicine box and began rummaging through it.

After searching for a while, he found a box of, well... a box of special medicine for fever, but no other fever medicine.

At this point, he understood why Miyajima Eriko had been acting that way.

She was afraid of the special anti-chrysanthemum weapon.

Asano Makoto couldn't help but shake his head with a smile.

He didn't have any particular thoughts about it, after all, it was just medicine for treating illness.

And no one should be interested in a patient, wanting to try 39.3°C, right?

That would be too inhuman.

Wouldn't you agree?

Thinking this, Asano Makoto walked back to the room with a smile, holding the special weapon.

Chapter 111: Direct Application, Double the Effect! (2/3, Extra 9/14)

"Eriko, lie on your side, facing away from me."

Asano Makoto raised his hand towards Miyajima Eriko, who was sitting on the bed, showing her the box of suppositories he was holding.

He didn't say anything strange, but deliberately avoided the topic with tact.

Perhaps knowing what was about to happen, Miyajima Eriko, who was too embarrassed, didn't say anything either.

She just nodded with a red face and clenched teeth, after struggling inwardly: "Okay."

"I'll help you."

Asano Makoto said, reaching out to help Miyajima Eriko lie down on the bed, then helped her turn halfway, facing the left side of the bed, with her back to him.

They both tacitly said nothing.

After turning over, Miyajima Eriko closed her eyes, even though she couldn't see Asano Makoto behind her.

She slowly pulled her loose pants and pure white underwear down halfway, and then quietly waited for that moment to arrive.

But after waiting for a long time, she didn't feel anything unusual, and subconsciously asked: "Asano-kun?"

"Ah... I'm reading the instructions, just a moment."

Asano Makoto wouldn't admit that he had been mesmerized by the sight of that moist, round peach.

After casually explaining, he quickly opened the box and took out the cone-shaped suppository and the instructions.

It was his first time using this thing, but he could read the instructions.

"First, open the package and take out the suppository, then apply petroleum jelly or other lubricant from the medicine box to the tip of the suppository, and finally use your finger to insert the suppository into the patient's..."

"Asano-kun!"

Not knowing where she got the strength, Miyajima Eriko called out to Asano Makoto with some shame and indignation, stopping him from reading the instructions.

"Cough cough..."

Asano Makoto coughed a little embarrassedly: "Then I'll start, Eriko."

Hearing this, Miyajima Eriko said again in that weak voice: "Asano-kun... be gentle."

Although he knew Eriko couldn't see him, Asano Makoto nodded and said seriously: "Okay, bear with it, Eriko."

"Umm~! Wait, wait... Asano-kun!"

Feeling Asano Makoto's fingers touch her body, the cold sensation made Miyajima Eriko slightly more awake, and she quickly asked: "How, how deep should it be inserted?"

"Hmm? Let me see... the instructions say two to three centimeters."

Hearing this number, Miyajima Eriko was immediately a little scared: "So, so far in? Should we... just forget about it?"

"That won't do, how can your body get better if you don't take medicine?"

Asano Makoto gently patted Miyajima Eriko's thigh and comforted her with a smile: "Don't worry, don't be afraid, this thing is so small, and it's been lubricated with petroleum jelly, it won't hurt."

"Ugh..."

Miyajima Eriko hesitated, but finally obediently listened to Asano Makoto's words.

In fact, if she didn't have a high fever right now, and her brain wasn't a little muddled, she definitely wouldn't have accepted Asano Makoto's suggestion.

But what's done is done, it's no use saying anything.

After finding the right spot, Asano Makoto quickly made Miyajima Eriko take the medicine.

Although the beginning was a bit difficult, the result was fairly smooth.

At this moment, Miyajima Eriko, lying on her side, had a completely flushed face. Except for humming involuntarily at the beginning, she clenched her teeth and didn't dare to make any sound throughout the process.

Suppositories are like this. Although the medicine absorbed through the rectum works very well, the process of using them is always embarrassing.

"Okay, Eriko, wait about fifteen minutes, and I'll go wash my hands."

Seeing Miyajima Eriko nod, Asano Makoto left the guest room.

...(Dear reviewer, this is a suppository for treating illness, not just inserting, and there is no explicit description, is it really necessary?)

After washing his hands, Asano Makoto quickly returned to the bedroom.

He had to ask Miyajima Eriko what she wanted to eat, and then think about whether to cook for her, "accidentally" cutting his fingers a few times, or simply ordering takeout.

But after returning to the guest room, Asano Makoto suddenly found that Miyajima Eriko was still in the side-lying position, and hadn't even put on her pants.

"Eriko?"

He walked to the bed and tentatively called out, but got no response.

"Eriko, Eriko? Are you asleep?"

He leaned close to Miyajima Eriko's ear and whispered, then pushed her shoulder.

But still got no response.

"Looks like she's very tired..."

Asano Makoto muttered to himself, hesitated a little, then reached out and slowly helped Eriko put on her half-removed underwear and pants, and helped her cover herself with the quilt.

After doing all this, he pulled up a chair and sat by the bed, then stared at Miyajima Eriko's back for a while.

After confirming that she didn't move, and was probably really "asleep," he shrugged and took out his phone to pass the time.

As for the pink-haired trash demon that was flying around him, constantly yelling "She's not asleep! She's pretending! Go for it! Do it!", he completely ignored it.

Nonsense, how could he not know Eriko was pretending to be asleep?

It's just that he didn't want to expose her.

He knew very well that he couldn't wake up Eriko, who was deliberately pretending to be asleep because she was too embarrassed.

Although under this premise, he could secretly take advantage of her and get some benefits.

But it was completely unnecessary, and might even lower her favorability, and even ruin the well-maintained "gentleman" persona.

So, why bother?

It's better to give her some time to think wildly, maybe there will be unexpected gains.

Besides, it's almost time, isn't it?

Looking at the favorability and depravity values in Miyajima Eriko's information panel, which had reached 87 and 89 respectively, Asano Makoto couldn't help but think.

And so, Asano Makoto relied on arguing with the trash demon in his mind and playing games on his phone, and sat here until six o'clock in the afternoon.

When it was half past six, Miyajima Eriko finally woke up.

As Asano Makoto expected, when he went to wash his hands, Miyajima Eriko subconsciously chose to pretend to be asleep because she was too embarrassed.

And because he was sitting next to her, Eriko didn't dare to get up, fearing that she would be discovered pretending to be asleep, so she had to keep thinking about all sorts of nonsense in her head.

As a result, soon after closing her eyes, she began to feel waves of drowsiness, and finally accidentally fell asleep.

Seeing Miyajima Eriko slowly open her eyes, Asano Makoto put down his phone and asked with some concern: "Awake?"

Realizing that he had been sitting next to her until now, and might have even seen her possibly not-so-good sleeping posture, Miyajima Eriko instantly woke up.

She quickly sat up, and nodded a little shyly: "Yeah."

Seeing Eriko able to sit up on her own, Asano Makoto said with a smile: "Recovering well, it seems the medicine is working well."

Hearing his seemingly meaningful words, Miyajima Eriko couldn't help but blush.

But Asano Makoto didn't continue to tease her about this, but instead asked: "What do you want to eat? Don't cook tonight, I'll order takeout for you."

"Okay."

Miyajima Eriko didn't say much about his suggestion, but nodded directly in acceptance, and then began to think.

But just then, the two of them suddenly heard the sound of a key turning in the door.

Chapter 112: Eriko's Cover-Up (3/3)

The person who opened the door was naturally Yamada Yuta.

The company didn't have overtime today, so he immediately rushed home after getting off work at six o'clock.