Master of the Machete Style Manga

Chapter 180 Ah Jian, I want to too… (Seeking monthly votes!)

The studio door was gently pushed open.

Ken Sakamoto stepped into the entrance hall, with Mio Natsume following closely behind him.

She has been to Ken Sakamoto's studio many times and is quite familiar with the procedures.

After entering the house, Ken Sakamoto's gaze seemingly casually swept over the trash can in the corner.

It contained traces of last night's encounter with Ai Hoshihara, now covered by other crumpled pieces of paper.

After confirming that there was nothing unusual on the surface, he turned and walked toward where the washing machine was located.

The washing machine has stopped working.

Ken Sakamoto opened the lid and took out the sheets and duvet cover that had been washed and spun dry.

The bed sheet and blanket were tucked into my arms in a large bundle, exuding a faint lemon scent from the laundry detergent.

Seeing Ken Sakamoto carrying a large wad of wet sheets, Mio Natsume asked curiously, "Ken, why did you suddenly wash the blankets today?"

Sakamoto Ken remained expressionless and replied calmly, "I've been living here for a while now, so the sheets definitely need to be washed regularly, otherwise it's uncomfortable to sleep on."

"Oh, that's true, Ah Jian is very clean."

Natsume Mio nodded, then turned to look out the window.

Although it was afternoon, the sky was not clear; thick clouds blocked the sunlight, giving it a gloomy feel.

Mio Natsume said, "But it seems like there's no sun today. When I came here, the sky was overcast. This is such a big quilt, it looks like it won't dry easily."

"It's okay." Ken Sakamoto carried the blanket towards the stairwell. "I checked the weather forecast. Tomorrow will be a sunny day. Let's hang it up to air it out today, and it will be completely dry after a day in the sun tomorrow."

"Then let me help!"

As Natsume Mio spoke, her feet, encased in pure white stockings, made a series of thumping sounds on the wooden floor as she followed Sakamoto Gym upstairs.

There is a small terrace on the third floor, which is the designated place in this detached house for drying clothes.

Although it's called a terrace, it's actually nestled in a narrow space within the residential area, so the view isn't very open.

Looking outside, all you can see are the walls of your neighbor's house and a tangled mess of electrical wires.

Ken Sakamoto unfolded the bed sheet and hung it up.

Natsume Mio wandered around the terrace but didn't find anything noteworthy, so she eventually returned to the Sakamoto Fitness area.

At this moment, the damp sheets swayed gently in the breeze.

As if possessed, Natsume Mio reached out and pinched a corner of the bed sheet.

She brought the damp fabric to her nose and sniffed it gently.

Kenjiro Sakamoto was straightening the edges of the duvet cover when he caught a glimpse of her doing this out of the corner of his eye.

These sheets... even though they've been washed, I still feel a little guilty.

However, when he looked at Natsume Mio, he found that she had her eyes closed and a blissful smile on her lips, as if she was simply enjoying the scent of the laundry detergent.

In her mind, there must be his scent on it.

Of course, after being washed vigorously in the washing machine, all that's left is the lemon scent of the laundry detergent.

Natsume Mio put down the sheet, looked at Sakamoto Ken, and said with a smile, "It smells so good... the sheets Ken slept on smell really nice."

Ken Sakamoto said, "It's just the scent of the laundry detergent; I just bought it randomly at the supermarket."

“No, that’s not it~” Natsume Mio shook her head and said seriously, “Although it smells like laundry detergent, the thought of Ken sleeping on this every day makes me feel at ease.”

Actually, for a fleeting moment just now, a thought flashed through Ken Sakamoto's mind...

Why don't we just tell her directly?
To be honest, Ai Hoshino was here last night, and this bed sheet not only has his scent, but also traces of another woman.

After all, according to his strategy for this playthrough, honesty is the key to avoiding the fate of being killed by a woodcutter's knife.

The biggest lesson from last week's playthrough was the importance of concealment.

The longer this kind of thing drags on, the more it's like an inflated silicone balloon. Although it can be blown up very big, the impact will be exceptionally strong when it finally explodes.

The stronger the impact, the more intense the emotional fluctuations will be, and they may even turn to the dark side.

When emotions are out of control, reason simply cannot hold back the hand that's holding the knife...

but……

Looking at Natsume Mio's blissful and intoxicated expression, as if she could have everything just by smelling his scent, Sakamoto Ken swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Saying such things at a time like this is really a mood killer.

You can't exactly tell her, "Mio, what you're actually smelling might be Ai Hoshihara's scent."

Then we probably won't have to wait until later; blood will be spilled right now.

Forget it, let's take it one step at a time.

"It's dried, let's go downstairs." Sakamoto Ken gently patted the girl's shoulder and said.

The two returned from the terrace to their bedroom on the third floor.

The room had been tidied up and looked no different from usual.

Only...

Natsume Mio's gaze fell on the low cabinet in the corner.

There was still a pile of conspicuous clothes there.

A black dress, a black bra with lace trim, and black stockings.

This was left by Mikazuki Haruna last time; Sakamoto Ken didn't move it at all.

Natsume Mio frowned, curled her lip in disdain, and pointed at the pile of clothes, saying, "Why are that guy's clothes still here?"

Ken Sakamoto casually replied, "I've been busy rushing to finish my manuscript and haven't had a chance to. How about I deliver it to her next time, or she can come and pick it up herself?"

"Tch!" Natsume Mio scoffed, saying nonchalantly, "I don't think she cares about the cost of this dress at all. She can just throw it away!"

Ken Sakamoto walked to the low cabinet and looked at the pile of clothes.

"It wouldn't be good to throw it away..."

He thought for a moment and said, "These clothes were left here the day before yesterday, so it's been three days."

Natsume Mio looked at Sakamoto Ken with slight confusion, not understanding why he emphasized time.

"What's wrong with three days? Has it gone bad?"

Then she saw Ken Sakamoto reach out and lift the black bra.

The thin shoulder strap hooked onto his fingers, swaying gently in the air.

Natsume Mio's eyes widened instantly, staring at Sakamoto Ken as if he were a pervert, and she exclaimed, "Huh?! Ken, you...you want to smell it again?!"

"cough……"

Actually, he did have that fleeting thought just now, but it wasn't because he was a pervert or wanted to smell anything.

I was just thinking that since it had been sitting for three days, if it smelled, I should wash it.
Anyway, the washing machine downstairs just became available, so throwing the clothes in there is just a convenient thing to do.

He silently put the clothes back and calmly turned around.

"You're overthinking it. I was just checking to see if there was any dust."

Ken Sakamoto turned and walked out of the room, quickly returning to his studio in the lobby on the first floor.

After all, the most crucial evidence this time is that little box that has already been used. It was originally placed in the closet of the bedroom on the third floor. The important thing is not to let Natsume Mio notice it.

Ken Sakamoto walked to his main drawing table and sat down. Mio Natsume pulled up a chair and dragged it to the side of Ken Sakamoto's table, facing him.

She rested her chin on her hands, elbows on the table, and gazed at Ken Sakamoto with her bright, beautiful eyes.

The desk lamp was turned on, and the light shone on the girl's profile, making even the fine downy hairs clearly visible.

"What's wrong? Why are you staring at me like that?" Sakamoto Ken said.

“Ken…” Natsume Mio pursed her lips, as if she had made up her mind, and her smile faded, turning her expression serious.

She said softly, "Jian, can you tell me... about you and them?"

Sakamoto Ken was slightly taken aback, not expecting her to bring up this topic at this moment.

However, he did not shy away from the topic.

“Actually, I already told you this on the way here,” Sakamoto Ken said calmly. “Whether it’s Haruna or Hoshihara Ai, it’s all because of those memories from their past lives, or rather, their previous timelines…”

“I know.” Natsume Mio interrupted him, her eyes filled with complex emotions. “I also have some of those memories, though they’re very blurry… But, Ken, the person you are now is real, right?”

"of course."

Natsume Mio took a deep breath, her gaze fixed on Sakamoto Ken's eyes, and pressed, "Then... do you really want to be with us at the same time..."

At this point, her voice lowered, and the last two words, "dating," stuck in her throat, unable to be uttered.

Ken Sakamoto did not answer her question directly.

Instead, she reached out and pushed the table in front of her, using the reaction force to slide the ergonomic chair she was sitting on toward Mio.

The chair wheels made a slight gurgling sound on the wooden floor.

The distance between the two instantly closed. Then, Sakamoto Ken reached out with his left hand and accurately grabbed Natsume Mio's right hand, pulling her slightly towards him.

"Hey?!"

Natsume Mio was slightly startled, lost her balance, and subconsciously yielded to Sakamoto Ken's strength, falling into his arms.

Full of warmth, fragrance and softness.

Ken Sakamoto wrapped his arms around Mio Natsume from behind, holding her tightly.

Without giving her any chance to think or ask questions, he lowered his head and, without saying a word, met her slightly parted red lips directly.

"Well……"

Mio Natsume only had time to let out a soft moan before all her questions were silenced by the sudden kiss.

The girl offered no resistance and almost instantly melted into his arms.

Natsume Mio's hands unconsciously climbed onto Sakamoto Ken's shoulders, gripping his clothes tightly, and enthusiastically cooperated.

It's not so bad now, after all, I've had several experiences.

The room fell silent, with only the sound of their slightly rapid breathing mingling together.

Without uttering a single word, all communication was conveyed through their mouths.

After a full ten minutes, Ken Sakamoto slowly turned his head away, letting out a long breath; he had almost suffocated from lack of oxygen.

Natsume Mio, who was in his arms, reacted more obviously than he did.

She was now completely limp on Sakamoto Fitness, her cheeks, neck, and even the roots of her ears, her originally fair and translucent skin now tinged with an alluring pink.

The girl's eyes were glazed over, and she smacked her lips lightly, still savoring the taste from before.

She looked at Ken Sakamoto and whispered, with a hint of shyness and jealousy, "Ken... seems to be getting more and more skilled..."

Natsume Mio pinched Sakamoto Ken's waist and said, "Do you practice often? Like... with those two?"

Ken Sakamoto grabbed her mischievous fingers, held them in his palm, looked into her eyes, and said, "I will treat you the same way."

Natsume Mio didn't immediately grasp the meaning of those words.

Will you treat me the same way?

She pondered for two seconds before realizing what it meant.

Doesn't this mean that since you treat me differently, it means you treat them the same way?
Isn't this just a tacit admission that he also had such close contact with them?
"what the hell!"

Natsume Mio angrily pinched Sakamoto Ken's waist with her other hand, though she didn't use much force, she still put on an angry look.

Sakamoto Ken didn't explain, but instead grabbed Natsume Mio's left hand and pulled her closer to his chest.

“Continue,” he whispered in her ear.

"Huh?" Natsume Mio was taken aback.

"Go on, I haven't kissed enough yet."

As he spoke, Ken Sakamoto leaned closer again.

Natsume Mio first tilted her head slightly, as if trying to dodge, but when Sakamoto Ken's breath approached, she turned her head back.

They even quickly turned the tables, acting as if they wanted to devour him whole.

Before she knew it, Natsume Mio, who was originally sitting in her chair, was pulled over and was now sitting on Sakamoto Ken's lap, hugging him face to face.

Originally, Ken Sakamoto's idea was to go back to the studio and take a break with Mio Natsume in the afternoon, and then try to enter that online dream world.

After all, in a dream, no matter what you do, it has no impact on reality, and you don't need to worry about any safety issues.

But now...

Looking at the girl in his arms with her face flushed, in this state, how could he possibly want to take a nap?

It seems I was indeed a little impulsive just now.

This kiss was the fuse, completely igniting Natsume Mio's long-suppressed emotions.

She clung tightly to Ken Sakamoto's shoulders, pressing her body close to his.

Mio Natsume clearly sensed that Ken Sakamoto was now responding very honestly.

Although she hasn't done anything that intimate in real life, she has experienced it both in her memories of the previous game and in that dream experience.

Therefore, Natsume Mio actually knows everything and understands everything.

Ken Sakamoto shrank back slightly, trying to calm himself down.

He said to Natsume Mio, "Mio, I didn't prepare that, so it's best not to..."

Before she could finish speaking, her lips were covered by a soft little hand.

Natsume Mio looked at him, her eyes gleaming with a light of determination.

She removed her hand from her mouth and said, "Didn't I bring a box with me last time?"

That box from last time...

The empty boxes and used ones are still in the trash can...

Ken Sakamoto said, "It's probably stored upstairs. I... I forgot exactly where it is. Shall I go upstairs and get it now?"

But at that moment, Natsume Mio grabbed him.

She gripped Sakamoto Ken's collar tightly with both hands, preventing him from moving, and said to him, "No, no!"

Ken Sakamoto immediately said seriously, "No, that's a must! This is not something to joke about!"

Mio Natsume shook her head, and reached out a hand to take the canvas bag from the table.

Then, blushing, she whispered, "Um...I...I have some in my bag..."

Sakamoto Ken was slightly surprised, watching her rummage through her bag: "Do you always keep this in your bag?"

Natsume Mio nestled against Sakamoto Ken, nodding gently, her voice barely audible: "Yeah... I was just thinking... I might come to see Ken at any time, and then... what if..."

As she spoke, she had already taken the item out of the inner compartment of the canvas bag.

Ken Sakamoto looked at the box in her hand; it was the same brand and the exact same design.

This guy is really always ready...

"but……"

Ken Sakamoto looked into her eyes and said seriously, "You haven't actually experienced this in real life yet."

Mio Natsume nodded slightly, but there was no sign of backing down in her eyes.

She leaned close to Ken Sakamoto's ear and said, "Ken, tell me the truth, how far have things gone between you and them?"

this problem……

Ken Sakamoto hesitated for a few seconds.

With Ai Hoshino, we've already completed the game many times.

In reality, things haven't even started between him and Mikazuki Haruna yet.

He thought for a moment and said, "I've never had one with Mikazuki Haruna before."

After saying that, Ken Sakamoto added, "They didn't even kiss."

Upon hearing this, Natsume Mio's eyes lit up slightly, and the corners of her mouth immediately curved into a victorious smile.

It seems she won this round!
But she immediately pressed on, "And what about her? That wicked woman named Hoshino Ai."

Ken Sakamoto looked at Mio Natsume and responded with a smile that was three parts helplessness, three parts emotion, and four parts sincerity.

"She insisted on being with me no matter what..."

At this point, Natsume Mio's eyes widened instantly, her pupils dilating in shock.

She quickly covered Sakamoto Ken's mouth and cried out anxiously, "You, you mustn't say anything!"

Natsume Mio was initially very angry, but then she thought about it again, and realized that Ken had actually been so honest with her...

She pouted, turned her head to look to the side, and looked aggrieved.

That wicked woman!
They actually ate Ah Jian?!
Ken Sakamoto didn't continue speaking, but simply waited quietly for Mio Natsume's reaction.

Natsume Mio remained clinging to him, holding him tightly, her body trembling slightly.

Ken Sakamoto could feel the warmth emanating from the girl, her rapid heartbeat, and her slightly disordered, hot breathing.

He is not making any move at all, just waiting quietly.

After a long time.

Natsume Mio turned her head back and buried her face in Sakamoto Ken's chest.

"Then... Ah Jian, I... I want to too..."

As she spoke, she attacked Sakamoto Ken without any regard for anything else.

(End of this chapter)