[Dreaming of Becoming a Rich Tokyo Lady: Oh, right.
That underclassman seemed pretty interested in you.
She even specifically asked me to tell you she wants to get to know you.
And she’s a genuine beauty too, young and rich.
You’ve got a great chance here!] [Higashino: Got it.
Thanks.] [Dreaming of Becoming a Rich Tokyo Lady: Sigh, what a boring man.] [Higashino: Good night.] Akira casually set down his phone and silently stared up at the unfamiliar ceiling.
Only now, after a very real ten thousand yen had entered his account through such a clever method, did he finally feel the existence of this system in a tangible way.
Although the system’s whole style felt like it had wandered onto the wrong set and ended up in some historical conquest novel, when it came to money, it really paid up!
That damned Emperor of Japan dared to occupy Our territory.
How wicked of him!
… The night passed without incident, and he slept peacefully until morning.
Akira was a little sensitive to unfamiliar beds, so his first night sleeping in a strange room had not been especially restful.
He woke early, washed up, and did not bother Miko, who was still lost in her dreams.
Instead, he went to the kitchen, checked the leftover ingredients in the fridge, and got to work.
As time passed, the aroma of food slowly built up in the small kitchen and spread through the house.
Ding-dong— The doorbell rang.
Akira lowered the heat on the stove, then went to answer the door.
He opened it, and standing outside was a beautiful girl with orange hair.
He opened it, and standing outside was a beautiful girl with orange hair and large breasts.
“Hello, my name is Yurikawa Hana.
I’m Miko’s friend.
I came to pick her up so we can go to school together.” Her voice sounded bright and energetic, making it easy to tell she was probably a cheerful person.
However, the faint scrutiny hidden in those clear eyes, along with the small movement of her instinctively looking past him into the house, all revealed the fact that she was currently wary of him.
She probably thought she was hiding it well too.
“Higashino Akira.
I’m Miko’s brother, more or less.” Thinking that, Akira took the initiative to step aside.
“Miko isn’t up yet.
Come in and wait.” “Sorry for intruding!” Hana quickly answered politely and followed him inside.
Then, with practiced ease, she took a pair of pink slippers from the shoe cabinet beside the entrance and changed into them herself.
Akira raised an eyebrow at the sight but said nothing.
He turned around and went back to the kitchen to continue cooking.
For a moment, the aroma she had vaguely noticed at the doorway grew even richer.
Hana had already eaten breakfast before coming, and after entering the house, she sat quietly and properly on the living room sofa.
Her hands were clenched into little fists on her knees, her back straight, and her posture rather stiff.
Yet she subconsciously swallowed, and her eyes seemed hooked by the fragrance drifting out from the kitchen, secretly glancing that way from time to time.
She was not hungry.
She was tempted.
Whenever Akira raised his head, she instantly pulled her gaze back and hid it, as if nothing had happened.
“Want to eat some?” Akira was honestly a little amused by the girl’s secretly gluttonous reaction.
When she heard the question, Hana’s face turned red at once.
She hurriedly waved her hands and politely refused in a panic.
“No, no, that would be too much trouble.
I already ate breakfast before coming here.” “It’s just a normal breakfast.
I accidentally made too much, and Miko and I won’t be able to finish it anyway.
It’d be a shame if the leftovers passed their best time to eat.” After packing a lunch bento, Akira changed his approach and handed her a large bowl of porridge.
“T-Then… I’ll just have a tiny bit!” At that, Hana’s defenses collapsed instantly.
She quickly reached out to accept the bowl and chopsticks, then happily began tasting it in small bites.
Akira also served her a small plate of side dishes.
Under the charm of good food, Hana’s attitude toward Miko’s new brother quickly grew much friendlier.
By the time the side bedroom door opened and Yotsuya Miko walked out with messy hair and sleepy eyes, she saw the two of them getting along peacefully in the living room.
Hana was chewing with her cheeks puffed out, looking utterly blissful.
Miko’s footsteps paused, and she froze for a moment.
“Hana-chan…?” “Mmph!
Miko, you’re awake!” Hana waved her chopsticks and greeted her warmly, her voice muffled by food.
“Come quick!
Akira-nii’s cooking is amazing!” It was not until Miko had washed up, quietly finished breakfast, said goodbye to Akira, and left for school with Hana that she thought back to what had just happened.
Hana had called him “big brother” again and again, and somehow, she seemed closer to Akira than Miko herself.
In fact, she looked more like his little sister than Miko did, leaving Miko with somewhat complicated feelings.
On one hand, she had not expected Hana to betray her so quickly.
On the other, she had not expected this “brother,” who had always treated her neither warmly nor closely, to actually prepare breakfast for her on his own initiative.
That was right.
The reason Hana had come to pick her up at home instead of meeting her on the way to school like usual was because Miko had asked her to in advance.
After all, this was her first time living under the same roof as a boy she had never met before.
No one could guarantee what kind of person he truly was, or whether he might have some extreme tendencies.
It was only natural that she would be worried about all sorts of things.
“Mm, Miko, I really should come pick you up again tomorrow.” Hana clung to Miko’s arm, her ample breasts squashed against it, and spoke with a firm, serious expression.
Hearing that, Miko puffed out her cheeks and gave this silly glutton an exasperated look.
“Sure.” “Yay!” “I’ll wait outside the door ahead of time so we can leave together.” “Huh?” Hana let out an unwilling whine.
“Miko, you’re so mean~!” “A dummy who gets bought off with one meal has no right to say that.” “But Akira-nii really doesn’t seem like a bad person.
He doesn’t talk much, and he doesn’t smile a lot either, but he’s still pretty gentle.” “You say that about everyone who feeds you.” Miko let Hana hold her arm as she teased her, but in her heart, she relaxed quite a bit.
At the very least, this “brother” really did not seem like a bad person.
He also did not seem as distant and unapproachable as he had during their first interactions.
Under the warm morning sunlight, the two girls chatted and laughed as they walked farther and farther away together.
Meanwhile, Akira, who had stayed behind at home, was not in any hurry to go out.
As he thought about the new task notification the system had given him earlier, he washed the dishes, dried them, and put them back where they belonged.
[Permanent Main Quest Unlocked: Establish Your Lineage (In Progress).
For every additional harem member, minimum reward: daily fortune +1000, daily money +10000.] [As the emperor, please appoint a consort within three days to reassure the people.
Additional reward upon task completion: one chance to draw a Talent Fit to Aid a King.] This task had been triggered when he saw Yurikawa Hana.
Yet after spending so much time around Yotsuya Miko, the system had shown no reaction at all.
What did that mean?
Do people with small breasts not deserve to be in the harem?
Besides, this new main quest was clearly telling him to build a harem.
But if he dated normally, how many women would willingly share one boyfriend with someone else?
As he thought that, Akira took out his phone and sent Hiratsuka Shizuka a message.
[Higashino: Marriage.] [Cute Shizuka: Really!!?] [Higashino: No.
I’m anti-marriage, and I don’t like women who smoke.] [Cute Shizuka: Higashino Akira, you’re dead.
Just you wait, brat.
As soon as I finish today’s classes, I’m coming straight to your doorstep!] [Higashino: (Location link)] Higashino Akira had issued a duel invitation.
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