Master of the Machete Style Manga

Chapter 121 That's a good thing!

Ken Sakamoto put the canvas bag aside and picked up the two unwashed lunch boxes.

I had omelet rice for lunch, which also had ketchup and gravy in it. If it were left out for a day or two, it would definitely go bad.

Ken Sakamoto decided to help her wash up anyway.

The studio has a kitchen counter and a sink on the first floor, but we haven't bought dish soap and dish sponges yet.

Ken Sakamoto went to the convenience store next door and bought dinner and some daily necessities.

Standing in front of the sink, Ken Sakamoto rolled up his sleeves and carefully cleaned the two bento boxes inside and out. He then dried them with a clean towel, folded them neatly, and put them back into the insulated bag.

By the time I finished doing all this, it was already evening, and the light outside the window was dimming.

Ken Sakamoto sat back down at his drawing table and picked up his pen.

Still having energy, he decided to draw another storyboard.

……

At this time, Natsume Mio finished her afternoon vocal practice.

She lay back on her soft bed in her room, gently rubbing her slightly sore cheeks.

Practicing vocalization and breath control requires a high level of facial muscle engagement, and I always feel a bit tired after each practice session.

She turned over and lay on her side, the scene from Ken Sakamoto's studio at noon involuntarily replaying in her mind.

That kiss...

It was her initiative, or rather, a sneak attack.

They embraced, warm and moist, with Ah Jian's breath.

Although only their lips were touching and there was no penetration, there was still a mingling of fluids.

Natsume Mio stuck out the tip of her tongue and gently licked her lips.

It also seems to have a hint of sweetness.

Ah Jian, can you still taste sweetness?

Mio Natsume began to consider whether she should make him a bento box again tomorrow.

He seemed to really enjoy the omelet rice I made today; he ate it all.

What should I do tomorrow?
Fried chicken nuggets? Or pan-fried hamburger patties? Sigh, I still don't know how to cook enough...

Oh? That's right!

As if suddenly remembering something, Natsume Mio abruptly sat up in bed.

It seems the bento box was left in Ken Sakamoto's studio and he forgot to bring it back.

And it hasn't been washed yet.

If this is left out overnight, it'll definitely smell bad by tomorrow!

Natsume Mio quickly grabbed her phone from the bedside table, intending to message Sakamoto Ken to ask him to wash the bento box first.

However, the moment her finger touched the screen, an even more terrifying thought struck her!

The pair of cotton socks I took off at noon seemed to have been casually put in the canvas bag!

what? !

The girl opened her mouth wide, feeling a buzzing sound in her head.

She suddenly felt a wave of weakness and collapsed limply onto the bed.

His eyes were fixed blankly on the ceiling, and his mind began to wander...

Maybe we shouldn't remind Ah Jian!
In that case, he might not even notice; at most, he'll just wash the lunchbox more carefully tomorrow.

If he finds out there's a pair of socks in the canvas bag, and they're ones I've worn...

Ah Jian is a huge foot fetishist!

Would he...?

The image had already appeared in Natsume Mio's mind.

She swallowed hard and gripped the pillow on the bed tightly.

But actually, it means...

Even if Ah Jian thinks the way I do, actually... it's a good thing!

This actually shows that he likes me! The girl looked at her feet. At home, she had already taken off her socks. Her delicate little toes curled up and then spread out, wiggling back and forth flexibly.

Look, he even likes the clothes I've worn. If it were me, wouldn't he like them even more?

Moreover, Ah Jian hasn't messaged her yet to say that he saw she forgot to take her things.

There are only two possibilities.

Firstly, Ah Jian simply didn't notice.

Secondly, he did something strange and needed time to eliminate the evidence, such as washing it clean.

Natsume Mio didn't think the first possibility was very likely, since the canvas bag was so big that it would be very noticeable on the table.

Therefore, it can only be the second scenario!
Natsume Mio decided not to contact Ken anymore, and she wouldn't go to his house tonight to get it either. She would pretend that she hadn't found out and give him plenty of time to commit the crime.

I'll go to his house tomorrow.

This way we can verify whether or not this guy did anything.

Even if he has cleaned up by then, the fact that he covered up the evidence cannot be erased.

She tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep, her mind preoccupied with the little white socks she had left at Ah Jian's house.

What would Ah Jian do to me, no, to my little white socks?

I really want to know.

He'll definitely pick it up and smell it!
But it's okay, I wash myself very clean every day and apply foot lotion, so even if I sweat, there won't be any strange smell.

Hmm...won't that make him feel disappointed?
Surely...no way?!

If I go to his house tomorrow and take the bag back, I'll find that the socks inside have only been taken out and then put back exactly as they were.

It wasn't stained with anything strange, nor was it washed clean, does that mean...?

Ah Jian is disgusted?!

Thinking about this, Natsume Mio suddenly didn't know which situation was worse...

My mind was racing with random thoughts, and I don't even know when I fell asleep. When I was woken up by the alarm the next day, I still felt dizzy.

I got up and looked in the mirror; I had slight dark circles under my eyes.

We didn't have any extra lunchboxes at home, so it wasn't convenient to make a lunchbox for Ah Jian this morning.

However, I still want to go to Ah Jian's house.

Today, Natsume Mio wore a knee-length pleated skirt with white mid-calf stockings, a style somewhat similar to a school uniform, but not as formal. Her long-sleeved shirt was decorated with a red ribbon.

Since she wasn't delivering lunchboxes, she set off earlier in the morning.

Now, Natsume Mio can get to Sakamoto Ken's house much faster; 20 minutes later, she was already standing on the path in the residential area.

As you walk along, you'll see a landmark: a red vending machine.

The lock on the door looks like it's been changed. It used to be the lock left by the landlord, which was opened with a key, but now it's been replaced with a smart lock that uses fingerprint and password.

At the door, Natsume Mio leaned closer to listen again.

This time she heard a noise, very obvious footsteps, which meant that Ah Jian had gotten up and was on the first floor.

Natsume Mio took a step back, straightened her clothes, rubbed her face, maintained a sweet smile, took a deep breath, and stared firmly at the door, thinking about how to talk to Ken later.

And, when Ah Jian shows expressions of surprise, shyness, hesitation, or embarrassment, how should she respond? How should she subtly tell Ah Jian that she doesn't mind, and even that if she likes him, she could...

Just then, footsteps approached from inside the house.

……

Ken Sakamoto was packing up his manuscripts inside the house, putting the character designs for "Chainsaw Man" and subsequent storyboards into his bag, preparing to go out.

I saw that the smart door lock that was installed this morning was working.

The smart door lock has a camera on the outside and a small screen on the inside.

When someone is detected standing outside, the outdoor view will be displayed.

After all, the studio contains a lot of valuable equipment, as well as more important manuscripts, so the door lock definitely needs to be changed.

In the scene, the familiar girl stands nervously at the door, but doesn't knock, and it's unclear what she's thinking.

So Ken Sakamoto went straight up and opened the door.

(End of this chapter)