Machete Style Anime

Don't get me wrong, he wasn't going back to his room to rest this time, but rather to change his clothes.

—He wore a summer casual outfit when he got home today to ensure comfort.

Visiting the Spencer family dressed like this would be considered disrespectful.

Although he appears aloof and unapproachable in front of strangers, he is, after all, a second-generation... I don't know how many lifetimes he has been through, and he is no longer a child.

As the saying goes, it's never wrong to be overly polite.

Here, "礼" can refer to gifts, or it can refer to etiquette and manners.

When visiting an elder's home, since he is still in school, you don't need to bring a gift, but you must be mindful of the proper etiquette and manners.

He may be lazy and carefree most of the time, but when visiting a diplomat's home, even if the other party's daughter is his sister or his friend, he will take it seriously to avoid giving the impression of being impolite and thus affecting the family behind him.

Moreover, Spencer, a diplomat, came from the UK, a country that places great importance on etiquette and manners.

Although he knew from the plot that the Spencers were both otaku and probably wouldn't care too much about this aspect, or at least not in their daily lives, he shouldn't know this information publicly.

Since we don't know, we must still be mindful of etiquette and manners!

He changed into a well-fitting, high-end summer suit, styled his hair meticulously, tied his tie neatly, and finally went downstairs to the entrance to change into high-end leather shoes that he hadn't worn in a long time.

"Wow~ Future rarely takes care of her appearance, at most just making sure she looks clean and fresh. But suddenly wearing this outfit, she looks even more handsome than usual!"

A gasp came from behind, and from the sound, Kasugano Mirai already knew who it was.

Looking back, sure enough, his sister's lover, Kasugano Sora, was standing behind him, her eyes shining brightly as she looked at him.

"Don't rush off in the future, let me take a few photos."

Before he could answer, the girl had already taken out her phone and started snapping photos non-stop, the flash going off continuously.

In the living room, the Kasugano couple were cleaning the kitchen, while the other sat on the sofa reading the newspaper.

Hearing the sounds coming from outside the living room, Kasugano Ikefumi raised an eyebrow, while Kasugano Anna blinked.

Thanks to the tacit understanding and affection they've shared over the years, the two completed a secret conversation.

"Mom was right all along; he really will become Xiaoqiong's childhood sweetheart."

"Isn't this great?"

"We'll raise these children ourselves; we know them inside and out, so we don't have to worry about Xiao Qiong suffering in the future. Besides, the two children won't be separated from us. Isn't that better than other families that raise daughters?"

Kasugano Fumi had to admit that his wife was right.

Putting everything else aside, he still vividly remembers the look on his father-in-law's face when he married his wife—a look of utter dismay that his carefully nurtured little cabbage had been snatched away, pot and all.

Outside the living room, Kasugano Sora enthusiastically took many photos of her sweetheart, stopping every now and then to ask him to pose for her.

"A little here...a little there...yes, yes, just like that, don't move!"

"Crack!"

"Raise your arm a little higher... lower it a little more... okay, okay!"

"Crack!"

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Kasugano Mirai has always felt guilty towards her younger sister.

Because his younger sister had never hidden her feelings for him since childhood, and their parents supported their relationship, even the neighbors knew that the two children of the Kasugano family were not related by blood.

In other words, in the eyes of everyone around them, they were not just a couple, but they were more like a couple than lovers.

Yet, even under these circumstances, he secretly began keeping a mistress.

—Refers to the act of taking in Tokisaki Kurumi, Yoshino, and Nanami.

While there may have been unavoidable circumstances, no matter how many reasons or excuses there are, it cannot be denied that his behavior was no different from infidelity.

After all, even with that sense of resistance, he never refused his sister.

Why did he rarely go home after transferring to Chiba?

Feelings of resistance and being pushed down the stairs were all excuses he made for himself; the real reason was that he didn't know how to face her.

What made him feel even more guilty was that his sister gave in and agreed to let him find other girls.

Even if many restrictions were added to the initial agreement, how many girls would be willing to share the person they like with someone else?

The answer isn't that there's none, but it's very, very rare.

Out of guilt and self-blame, Kasugano Sora allows Kasugano Mirai to find other girls.

Out of guilt, the latter almost never refuses his sister's various requests.

Now that it's just a matter of taking a few photos, he naturally won't show any impatience.

After an unknown amount of time, Kasugano Sora put away her phone with satisfaction.

She glanced at the time and stuck out her tongue sheepishly, "Oh dear, it seems like we've taken a bit too long. Let's hurry to Eriri's house, Mirai."

"Ah."

After responding, Kasugano Mirai didn't rush to leave. Instead, she said somewhat apologetically, "Kozou, could you send me a copy of those photos you took earlier?"

"Ok?"

Kasugano Sora, who was looking down at the results of her photography, looked up when she heard this: "What do you need the photos for in the future?"

The latter stammered and couldn't speak.

Are you suggesting he tell his sister now that this is for his other girlfriends to see?

Stop making trouble!

Even when you're jumping in to deal damage, you can't be this arrogant.

Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, Kasugano Sora thought for a moment and came up with the answer. She gave him a meaningful look, then lowered her head and continued to fiddle with her phone.

"Okay, go to Eriri's house soon. I'll send you the photos as soon as I've finished editing them."

Kasugano Mirai broke out in a cold sweat after seeing the look in her younger sister's eyes, fearing that her sister might suddenly say something like, "Is Onii-chan still clean?"

In that case, he estimated that this day next year might be the anniversary of his death.

It's good to have a happy birthday.

Hearing his sister's reply, he felt relieved and overjoyed.

"...I'll tell Sora about Kurumi and the others during our summer beach trip, so she won't have to worry about me all the time."

"I am leaving!"

He glanced at his younger sister again and found her engrossed in fiddling with her phone. Even when she heard that he was leaving, she didn't look up, but waved her little hand impatiently.

"Go, go, go!"

"It'll get dark soon if we don't leave now!"

Kasugano Mirai had already opened the door, looked at the bright red sun that was just overhead, then looked back at his sister. He wisely pretended not to have heard her words.

"Click."

After the door was locked, Kasugano Sora, who had been engrossed in her phone, suddenly looked up, her eyes sparkling with excitement and agitation.

"The future hasn't realized my plans yet, so if things continue like this, the chances of success are still quite high."

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"Speaking of which, how about we try to get the future drunk, like last time? That would make it easier to execute the plan?"

She quickly abandoned the idea.

Born into a family of doctors, even though Kasugano Sora wasn't interested in thick medical books, she still knew some basic medical knowledge from being exposed to them all along.

In a state of blackout, it is impossible for a person to stand up.

The reason she succeeded last time was largely because her sweetheart was only drunk and his senses were a little dulled, rather than completely blacking out. Otherwise, the straw she used to drink milk might have been a soft tube.

By the way, is there really milk in the tube?

This is a question that deserves serious consideration.

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After leaving home, Kasugano Mirai composed herself and headed straight for Spencer's house with a clear purpose.

As a British diplomat stationed in Japan, his address was practically public knowledge; he could be reached by taxi.

Half an hour later, Kasugano Mirai got out of the car, paid the bill, and after walking a distance, stared blankly at the luxurious villa in front of her.

While detached houses can be considered villas, their floor area and interior design style cannot compare to those of a real villa.

Given the Kasugano family's wealth and network of connections, he had naturally seen real villas and had been a guest in those homes.

But compared to this luxurious villa, all those villas could be classified as detached houses for the poor.

In a cosmopolitan city like Tokyo where land is incredibly valuable, there are no other houses nearby.

The entire villa area covers tens of acres, almost the same size as a school.

The environment is elegant and tranquil, with green vegetation covering the entire villa area. The air is fresh, and the birds sing and the flowers bloom, making it a truly delightful place.

Although there are not many garden features in the courtyard, the layout is cleverly designed, harmoniously integrating rockeries, fountains, trees, and buildings.

He rang the doorbell and stood patiently at the door waiting.

Not long after, a meticulously dressed maid walked over, her maid outfit being quite different from the maids in Akihabara.

The maid in front of me is dressed in a traditional style, based on medieval European designs. She wears a white apron with ruffles and a plain white dress with a white collar. An elegant bow is tied at the back. Even the Katyusha (head ornament), an important symbol of a maid, is very simple, highlighting her servant attire.

Upon seeing Kasugano Mirai, the maid opened the door and bowed, saying, "Are you young master Kasugano? Master and Madam are in the drawing room. Let me show you in."

"Thank you."

He politely thanked her and silently followed the maid into the villa estate.

Led by the maid, the two walked through the green lawn, the cobblestone path, and the flowerbeds that were vying for attention, and came straight to the villa.

Upon opening the door, a strong aristocratic atmosphere immediately enveloped you.