Chapter 612: Chapter 612

Everyone was filled with anticipation for this trip.

Haruka Yuzan gently held the young lady's little hand and softly spoke, "Yumeko, when we get there, what would you like to eat?" ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novęlfire.net

Otome Mizuko didn't respond, her lifeless gray eyes just gazed at her.

Sitting in the row behind them, Misaki Saki withdrew her gaze from the window, her large eyes darting back and forth between the two, as if lost in thought.

Noticing this, Chiba Shimizu placed a hand on the female little devil's small shoulder and shook her head at her.

Seeing her little scheme uncovered, Misaki Saki stuck out her tiny tongue sheepishly.

She took out her phone and sent a message to the girl:

[Little Qingshui, it wouldn't do for Yumeko to go on . Shouldn't we do something?]

Chiba Shimizu's phone vibrated twice, she picked it up, checked it, and replied:

[Hmm, do you have any ideas?]

[I was thinking of organizing a grand fireworks show for Yumeko on the island night!]

[Have you mentioned this idea to Haruka Yuzan?]

"Sister Misaki, who are you chatting with?"

Rika Onodera's big eyes twinkled as she leaned over the back of Misaki Saki's seat, her fair and cute little face full of curiosity.

Misaki Saki glanced nervously at Otome Mizuko sitting in front of her and quickly put away her phone.

Rika Onodera scratched her head, not understanding what Sister Misaki was up to:

"How about we read some comics together then, Sis?"

"Comics? Sure, sure."

Misaki Saki's attention was instantly caught, and the female little devil scrambled over to the little girl's side. The two squeezed together into one seat, diving into the comic book.

They were on a chartered flight, so they had quite a bit of freedom.

The cabin was quiet. Haruka Yuzan, holding Otome Mizuko's little hand, slowly closed his eyes.

Otome Mizuko looked down at their intertwined hands, her gray eyes lost in thought.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Blablabla Island."

"This island is located in French Polynesia in the South Pacific, with the main island and atoll home to about ten thousand residents...."

When the plane landed at Bora Bora Airport, the window instantly became a natural picture frame —

Misaki Saki and Arisugawa Hoshina simultaneously raised their phones, capturing the indigo volcanic peaks wrapped in thin clouds.

The lagoon below was like a spilled sapphire palette, with the reefs in the shallows glowing a milky white hue, and even the coconut trees swaying by the runway exuded just the right amount of lazy romance.

The female little devil gaped, her eyes sparkling.

"Alright, let's get off." Haruka Yuzan picked up his suitcase and led the group off the plane.

"Sir, miss, take care."

The flight attendant politely gave a slight bow.

The warm and humid sea breeze, carrying the sweet scent of gardenias, surrounded them as they disembarked. They were greeted by a senior private female stewardess.

"Mr. Haruka, hello, my name is Emily, and I'll be your private stewardess for this trip." Emily was a quintessential French belle.

Her soft oval face had a slightly upturned nose, giving her a touch of charm.

Her azure eyes were like the lakes of the Loire Valley, sometimes clear and bright, with the corners of her eyes gently lifting when she smiled, holding a twinkling light.

Her mid-length wavy hair was loosely tied into a low bun, with strands framing her cheeks and gently swaying with her movements.

This slightly "messy" hairstyle, paired with their occasional hair-tidying motion, was more charming than a perfectly styled look.

Haruka Yuzan returned the smile.

Next to the tarmac, a Polynesian girl smiled and offered a woven lei, with pale yellow plumeria intertwined with soft pink hibiscus, and as it was placed around the neck, the petals gently touched the collarbone, giving a cool sensation.

Coupled with the sign in the distance reading "The First Island Created by God," Misaki Saki took out her Sony camera and began snapping away.

"Let's take a group photo!"

The little girl pulled everyone to stand in front of the huge billboard and handed the camera to Eliza, capturing their first group photo on Blablabla Island.

Haruka was unsure why they needed to say cheese when taking photos.

But perhaps it was similar to saying "eggplant," casually mentioning a food name with a pronunciation that softened expressions, making the photo appear more vivid.

Emily helped them complete the immigration procedures.

The resort's shuttle was a convertible in light tones, with floral print cushions on the seats. As soon as they settled in, the driver handed over chilled coconut water.

With a straw inserted into the fuzzy coconut shell, as the sweet liquid slid down her throat, Misaki Saki couldn't help but let out a contented sigh.

"Yumeko, have a drink too."

Otome Mizuko sat beside Haruka, like a lifeless doll. Though beautiful, she was at the mercy of others, her gray pupils adding a sense of dullness.

For some reason, seeing her good friend in this state made Chiba Shimizu want to cherish her even more.

A beautiful friend + a demeanor that can be controlled = a ready-made Barbie doll.

Like Todaimonji Chise wanting to dress up Sakura.

Chiba Shimizu shook her head, dismissing the chaotic thoughts.

Upon reaching the main town of Vaitape, the oceanfront avenue scenes dazzled the girls. The French bakery's window display had croissants with glistening frosting—an uncommon sight back in Tokyo.

An atmosphere unique to the Pacific island enveloped them.

"Rika, come here quick."

"Okay, Sister Misaki, I'm coming."

"Here, here, Yakiniku, you come over too."

The usually downcast female little devil now seemed recharged, running around with Rika Onodera.

"Misaki, Rika, Yakiniku, slow down."

Following them was Mariko Akiyama, like a guardian to two girls and a cat.

Haruka Yuzan approached a small vendor, and the adjacent craft shop's glass display case was neatly filled with coconut shell earrings and pearl bracelets.

He wasn't interested in these items, but he figured the girls would love them.

It wasn't about the money; whenever they saw beaded necklaces , they would gladly pay.

"Yumeko, do you see anything you like? Feel free to take a look."

Haruka Yuzan said as he picked up a seashell bracelet and compared it to the young lady's wrist.

Otome Mizuko's eyes slightly moved. Seeing this, Haruka decided to buy it.

Reiko Onodera and the others also looked around but didn't stay too long in town. They headed to an outdoor restaurant that Emily had arranged.