“Wow, there’s such a saying?!”
Chisato covered her mouth and chuckled lightly before going to serve a customer.
Makoto silently scanned Kasumigaoka Utaha.
He deliberately evaluated the underperforming “Love Metronome” in front of her to provoke a sense of defiance in this Kasumi-old-fat—the first step to conquering a woman is leaving a deep impression.
If a good impression couldn’t be made, a bad one would suffice.
The worst outcome was leaving no impression at all.
In Makoto’s observation, this senior sister known as a prolific doujinshi creator alongside Yukino certainly had her unique qualities.
It was a stunning kind of beauty!
Tall stature, a voluptuous and curvaceous figure, and the much-loved long black hair—Makoto had to admit that he was actually a body-worshipper of Kasumiko-sensei all along!
The feeling of pressing down on her full, delicate body…
The feeling of being wrapped around her waist by those beautiful black-stockinged legs…
…He didn’t know how satisfying it would be!
As for Kasumigaoka Utaha’s inner personality traits like arrogance, dark cunning, and sharp tongue, including her supposedly excellent and delicate literary talent…
He genuinely had no interest.
After sharply criticizing her book, Makoto noticed she had turned her head, her pair of wine-red beautiful eyes narrowed, staring intently at him.
Here it comes!
He was waiting for Kasumigaoka Utaha to come over and argue with him.
Then, he could naturally take the opportunity to discuss Schopenhauer, Freud, Osamu Dazai, Zhuangzi’s wife’s death, Izumi Kyoka’s engagement bracelet, and Natsume Soseki’s cat study with this beautiful girl from the literature department…
Makoto, who came from the world of the movie *The Witch*, was a modified human trained since childhood, having learned countless things.
The skill of [Disguise] alone required knowledge from all walks of life.
He naturally knew a little about the literary masterpieces of various countries.
Ultimately, if they could arrange to wake up together the next day, that would be ideal; if not, they could have dinner together and continue talking.
Makoto had already foreseen the development of events.
However…
Kasumigaoka Utaha stared at him fixedly for a long time, then suddenly closed her laptop with a look of defeat, and without a word, stood up to pay at the counter.
The way she walked seemed slightly stooped, her back looking like that of a down-and-out failure.
Makoto: “…”
Wait, this development is wrong!
Isn’t your personality supposed to be very arrogant?
I’ve already degraded your masterpiece, which you poured your heart and soul into, to worthlessness—why aren’t you fiercely coming over to confront me?
Even just one sharp remark?
Why are you slinking away like a stray dog?
Are you really Kasumigaoka Utaha?
…
“Welcome back!”
Returning home in the evening, Kei greeted him at the entrance.
The girl squatted down, finished taking off his shoes, then hugged him with a giggle, saying something that sounded like a complaint but was actually coquettish: “Makoto-kun, you have to remember, when you come home, you must say ‘I’m back,’ and then I’ll hug you and say ‘Welcome home,’ hehe, doesn’t it feel like being married?” This story is hosted at novelping.com.
“Sounds nice…
You look great in that outfit.”
“Hehe, right?
I remember you once said I suit the gal style, so I wanted to try it.”
Makoto noticed that Kei was currently not in her home style, but in the pure gal style.
Three-dimensional gals were no good.
Two-dimensional gals were great.
…At least, the gals in standard anime are pretty good.
Speaking of gals, what most normal people think of is probably: blonde hair + tanned skin + big earrings + manicured nails + bubble socks.
Kei only had three of those.
A pink jacket was tied around her waist, her hair was naturally honey-gold, her nail art was detachable animal designs, and her small feet wearing bubble socks were carefully stepping onto Makoto’s instep.
Besides that…
His gaze focused on the girl’s slender neck.
There was a black collar there, representing the girl’s fragile heart and symbolizing her ownership.
Makoto swallowed.
“Is dinner ready?”
“Yep, almost done.
I made Mapo Tofu tonight.”
“Mapo Tofu?”
“Makoto-kun likes chinese cuisine, so I learned a bit online.”
The girl’s coquettish tone suddenly lacked some confidence: “I don’t know if you’ll like it.”
Just as Americans, when they mention chinese cuisine, only think of General Tso’s Chicken and Orange Chicken, most Japanese people’s impression of chinese cuisine is basically just ‘Mapo Tofu,’ ‘Xiao Long Bao,’ and Yang Guofu.
Makoto really wanted to say that if he wanted to eat chinese cuisine, he would instantly teleport to the Chinese mainland to buy it, but seeing the girl’s eyes full of affection, he could only honestly accept it.
Kei-chan is so cute, so thoughtful.
He almost wanted to start something right there in the entrance hall.
However, he was a bit hungry now, which dampened his enthusiasm.
“Then I’ll watch some TV first.”
“Okay!
I’m going to the kitchen!”
The little golden retriever bounced away, her high ponytail swinging back and forth like a cheerful dog’s tail.
Sitting on the sofa, Makoto stared at the television screen.
In reality, his thoughts had drifted away.
The matter with Kasumigaoka Utaha was trivial; he didn’t care much about it.
He was recalling the details he saw and heard today at that Japanese-style coffee shop, the interactions with Nishikigi Chisato and the manager, Mika.
After leaving the coffee shop, he monitored the area for a while longer.
There was nothing unusual.
“Could it be that the satellite didn’t capture my face clearly?”
“Or perhaps Mika and Nishikigi Chisato, these two retired ruffians, haven’t yet accessed intelligence about me?”
“Hmm…”
His figure flickered once, and he left the main world where time was frozen to enter the co-transmigration space.
He immediately spotted the flashy newcomer.
His dark pupils reflected the object in his hand.
It was small, yet heavy.
The carving of five dragons intertwined was terrifyingly fine; one corner of the seal was patched with gold—that was the historical wound from Wang Mang’s usurpation.
Makoto toyed with the Imperial Seal of China.
It was like playing with a woman’s hand.
His finger gently traced the eight bird-and-insect script characters.
“Receiving the Mandate of Heaven, may you live long and prosper.”
Whether it was real or fake was still unclear.
Even if it were real, it had long lost the legitimacy of dynastic succession.
But that didn’t really matter.
When he became the Emperor, at that time, regardless of whether this seal was real or not, it could be real!
“Oh, a newcomer?”
With a thought, Makoto detached himself from the time-stagnant crossover main world and entered the co-transmigration space.
He immediately saw the showy newcomer.
The newcomer wore a hunting outfit, the sleeves faintly scented with the slightly bitter aroma of herbs.
Hanging from the silk sash at his waist were two lustrous ancient jades, and he carried a simple tablet, symbolizing his status.
The clothing lacked elaborate embroidery, featuring only sparse, subtle patterns.
“Onmyoji?”
“I have many identities, but my initial profession was indeed an Onmyoji, and I like this attire the most.”
The newcomer’s slightly curly black long hair was unbound, and his face, identical to Makoto’s, held a faint smile.
The moment he entered the co-transmigration space, he understood his past and present lives.
“Past life memories…
I’m actually a transmigrator?”
A pair of rose-red eyes looked toward Makoto.
That gaze was extremely complex, as if he had instantly experienced the long passage of several hundred years.
Finally, it settled into complete tranquility.
Makoto circled him, stroking his chin as he recalled every work he had ever seen, genuinely unable to recognize who this person was.
“Brother, what should I call you?”
“You can call me Kibutsuji Makoto.”
“Oh, Kibutsuji…
Hmm?”
Kibutsuji?