Master of the Machete Style Manga

Chapter 119 is peach-flavored.

Before Sakamoto Ken could fully react, he was pushed by that sudden force.

The person and chair slid forward until they hit the edge of the table and came to a stop.

Just as he stopped, the inertia pulled the girl towards him.

Sakamoto Kenji instinctively reached out his right hand and half-embraced her soft, warm body into his arms.

The faint fragrance of the girl's hair lingered around his nose, and Machima's red ponytail fell onto his face.

Before Sakamoto Ken could even speak, his field of vision was quickly filled by the girl's face, which loomed larger than ever before.

Her eyes held a mixture of resolute determination and shyness.

The distance was instantly shrunk to almost nothing, and then they were pressed together.

Ken Sakamoto felt a warm breath brush against his lips, carrying a faint, sweet peach scent.

At this moment, all the surrounding sounds disappeared, leaving only their close breathing and the pounding of their hearts.

Natsume Mio closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling uneasily like butterfly wings.

Her body was tense, and the hand gripping the armrest of the seat was so tight that her knuckles turned slightly white.

My mind goes blank.

All her courage seemed to have been exhausted in that desperate lunge.

The feeling right now is softer and hotter than I imagined.

A strange, indescribable electric current surged through my entire body in an instant.

Unlike those dream fragments that repeatedly appear in my mind.

This time, it's real.

The real Ah Jian was right in front of me.

I embraced him, feeling each other's warmth and heartbeat.

So this is what it feels like to kiss Ah Jian...

Time seemed to be infinitely stretched at this moment.

Although when she bought this lipstick, she imagined feeding it to Ah Jian.

But at the time it was just a thought. The main reason was that the color matched the color of Machima, so I bought it. I never thought I would do something so bold.

At this moment, even the peach-flavored lipstick applied to her lips was tasted by Ken Sakamoto, and the lipstick became a lubricant between their skin.

For the first few seconds, Ken Sakamoto was actually stunned.

He knew that Mio had this kind of personality; when her emotions were at their peak, she would do something particularly bold.

But I never expected it to happen today, right now...

She had previously mentioned something about peach flavor, and now that I taste it, it does indeed have a hint of peach sweetness.

Kenjiro Sakamoto could feel the slight trembling of the girl in his arms, and her increasingly rapid and hot breathing.

The arms wrapped around her waist tightened slightly involuntarily.

The whole process only took a few seconds, but it felt like a very long time.

Suddenly, the full, soft body in his arms, like a startled fawn, abruptly left.

In the instant of separation, the girl's small mouth unconsciously pursed, creating a slight attraction.

Natsume Mio took several steps back, her cheeks already as red as ripe apples, and her ears, neck, and even her collarbone were tinged with a captivating blush.

She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving violently, as if the brief touch had exhausted all her strength.

Ken Sakamoto raised his hand and lightly touched the edge of his lips with his fingertips, leaving a trace of red on his fingers.

"Mio, you..." Sakamoto Kenji had barely opened his mouth when Natsume Mio seemed to be startled.

She quickly said, "I, I... Ah Jian, I... I just... that kiss..."

The girl was somewhat incoherent. She felt that her legs had lost all strength. She leaned against the edge of the table and held onto the table with her hands to keep from collapsing to the ground.

But just as she placed her hands on the table to support her body, she felt her hands slip.

Natsume Mio looked down and was startled, quickly withdrawing her hand.

Just now, she accidentally pressed down on the drawing that Ken Sakamoto had placed on the table. Her palms were sweaty, and she was pressing down hard, so the drawing was squeezed together and the paper was damaged.

"Ah!" Natsume Mio exclaimed, quickly and carefully flattening the paper.

However, the creases that had already appeared could not be restored, and this was not a storyboard, but the original manuscript completed by Ken Sakamoto.

It happens to be the page where Machima puts the lollipop into Denji's mouth.

Natsume Mio held the drawing in both hands, her eyes wide open.

The hug and kiss just now were overwhelmed by a sudden feeling of apology and even guilt.

Now, the girl's legs finally gave way to exhaustion. With a "thump," Natsume Mio plopped down on the wooden floor.

She had her legs draped over her sides, her left hand supporting her on the ground, and her right hand holding the damaged drawing.

Mio Natsume didn't know exactly how much effort Ken Sakamoto put into drawing a single page, but she knew that every page of his manga was a labor of love.

And I, in doing so, ruined a page of Ah Jian's hard work.

She laid the page of the drawing flat on the ground, tears streaming down her face. She lunged forward and knelt on the ground in a dogeza position.

"Ah Jian, I'm so sorry... I... I didn't mean to..."

Right now, Natsume Mio is so hot-blooded that she's having a hard time controlling her emotions.

Ken Sakamoto knew about her characteristics, and although it was a pity that a drawing was damaged, he did not intend to blame Mio Natsume.

Moreover, Keiko Kaji had just scanned the original manuscript and returned to the company with the electronic version, which means that the original manuscript is actually irrelevant now.

Ken Sakamoto crouched down, picked up the manuscript paper and placed it on the table, then put his hands on Mio Natsume's shoulders and pulled her up.

“The artwork is fine; Editor-san has already scanned it,” Ken Sakamoto said.

Natsume Mio raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face. She saw the red mark on Sakamoto Ken's lips and timidly turned her head away.

"That... just now..."

Sakamoto Ken maintained a warm smile, brushed the braid that had fallen to her shoulder behind her back, and said in a hushed tone, "Ms. Machima's kiss was delicious."

Upon hearing Sakamoto Ken's unexpected answer, Natsume Mio instantly got into character and quickly changed her mood. She coughed twice and, in a Machima-like tone, recited the lines she had memorized after just one reading.

"From now until he dies, Denji will experience all sorts of firsts. In short, his first kiss is... peach flavored."

After saying that, she blinked and asked in a very soft voice, "Jian, this... is this your first kiss?"

"That's it."

"What does it mean?"

Because it was my first kiss in this playthrough.

But Ken Sakamoto didn't say that.

He said, "Does a sneak attack really count when it comes to kissing?"

"Eh?"

"A perfect kiss should happen in an ambiguous atmosphere, with the two people getting closer and closer, their eyes fixed on each other, until their lips meet," Ken Sakamoto said.

"Is...is that so?!" Natsume Mio hadn't even considered this question.

But after Sakamoto Ken said that, she felt that there was actually some truth to it.

After all, is kissing the most important action itself?

Most importantly, it was the emotional exchange between the two through their lips.

But I just presumptuously...

Natsume Mio felt her mind go blank. She looked at Sakamoto Ken's lips and thought about her sneak attack earlier.

I think I ruined Ah Jian's perfect first kiss...

I...I'm so bad...

Ken Sakamoto could tell what she was thinking just by looking at her expression.

So, Ken Sakamoto pulled two tissues from the table, handed one to Mio Natsume, wiped his mouth, and said, "Actually, we can do this. I'll take what just happened as material, and it turns out that it is. We can use it when we draw kissing scenes in the future."

"Since it's just about gathering material, it's purely about helping each other, so it doesn't really count as a first kiss."

Natsume Mio pondered Sakamoto Ken's words for a few seconds.

Can it still be like this?

According to this logic, doesn't that mean I still have my first kiss?

That would be wonderful! They could leave their first kiss in an ambiguous atmosphere, getting closer and closer, their eyes fixed on each other, until their lips met.

But why do I always feel like Ah Jian has a bit of a scumbag vibe when he says these things...?

"How is it?" Ken Sakamoto asked at the opportune moment.

“I think…” Natsume Mio frowned and pondered for two seconds, then nodded, “It makes perfect sense!”

Sakamoto Ken's smile deepened as he extended his right hand to Natsume Mio: "I was very satisfied with the research just now. So, can you help me with research again next time?"

Ah Jian could never be a scumbag.

Mio Natsume immediately dismissed the thought that had just popped into her mind and reached out to shake hands with Ken Sakamoto.

"Ah Jian can gather materials however he wants!"

(End of this chapter)