The Paradise of Reincarnation Begins with Eriri.

Kiyono Makoto slightly twitched the corner of his mouth, unable to resist making a sarcastic remark:

"Did you include a similar plot in your sketchbook, called 'The Incompetent Wife'?"

"I've never drawn anything like that!"

Eriri glared at her, her little fangs flashing coldly.

"Although I draw doujinshi with heavy themes, I am a staunch supporter of pure love in real life and I hate NTR!"

They draw such graphic and disturbing things, how could they possibly be fans of pure love? They're clearly fans of humiliation!

What kind of expression is that?

Eriri narrowed her eyes, her expression murderous.

Makoto Kiyono tried hard to suppress his laughter:

"I suddenly remembered a funny joke..."

"You're not allowed to laugh!"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it."

"Still laughing!"

Eriri's killing intent was made up, and she lashed out with her twin tails.

"Ora ora ora ora—"

Before long, Eriri's already limited energy was quickly exhausted, and she sat down on the sofa, panting.

"Have a sip of tea."

Kiyono Makoto poured a cup of barley tea and handed it to him:

"The mission only mentions the opposite sex, there are no other restrictions, right?"

"……No."

Eriri took the teacup with both hands and took a small sip.

"That makes things easier." Kiyono Makoto nodded slightly. "Come to my house tonight, and I'll let you hide under the bed for the night."

The task may be strange, but we have to do it; you can never have too many skills.

Eriri gave a soft hum and turned her face away:

"...We'll talk about it tonight."

Seino Makoto nodded:

"I'll rest for a bit, and clean under the bed after I wake up."

For a proud and aloof girl, not refusing outright is basically equivalent to agreeing.

"Hey, Ⅱ一彡吾七咎瘤珊? Wait a minute."

Eriri suddenly remembered something, and her bright blue eyes looked over nervously, "Has your daily intelligence-gathering ability revealed any more information related to Mom?"

Seino Makoto shook his head:

"No, if I did, I would have told you immediately."

"That guy who attacked Mom from the shadows will definitely not be let off the hook."

Eriri raised her hand and slapped her forehead:

"I remember now, I just bought a Sony camera at the convenience store. Let me take a couple of photos and see if they give me any clues."

As Eriri spoke, she enthusiastically took out her camera and pointed it at Kiyono Makoto:

"Don't move, let me take a picture of you."

Makoto Kiyono turned his face to look at the camera.

While making tea, he took the time to change into a white shirt. It was of ordinary quality and not at all high-end, but it inexplicably gave off a comfortable and good-looking vibe.

The young man in front of me had a handsome face, a high nose bridge, slightly pursed lips, and a perfectly shaped jawline.

Her freshly washed hair wasn't dry yet, still carrying a faint scent of moisture. The aroma of green apple shampoo wafted over and reached Eriri's nose.

Look down.

It was her clean and refreshing neck, and her well-defined Adam's apple, that made Eriri's heart race involuntarily.

As one of the two most beautiful girls at Toyonosaki Academy, Eriri is naturally a sucker for pretty faces.

At that moment, Eriri was frozen in place for three seconds.

Why are you suddenly spacing out?

Kiyono Makoto waved his hand in confusion.

"...No way!"

Eriri snapped out of her daze, her pretty face flushing slightly, and she shyly looked away.

"I was just thinking about the best angle for the photo... Don't bother me!"

Taking a quiet breath and trying to calm her racing heart, Eriri quickly raised her camera and pressed the shutter.

Click, click.

Eriri took three photos in a row and was about to check the results when she heard a gurgling sound from the camera, followed by the release of the three photos.

"This is not scientific!"

Ying Lin Yi? Wu Jiu Si? Jiu Ba Li Li widened her beautiful eyes in surprise and couldn't help but say:

"I clearly bought a digital camera, which only has a memory card inside. Why is it spitting out paper photos? That's really strange."

"Don't take it to heart. There are too many unscientific things in the world." Kiyono Makoto's expression was indifferent, showing no concern for the camera's paranormal events. "Let's look at the photos first."

Eriri casually picked up a photo that had fallen on the sofa:

"It's a photo of a dining table...is the dish tomato and beef brisket?"

Kiyono Makoto curiously picked up another photo. The scene was a strange coffee shop. Judging from the time, it should be evening, with warm sunlight streaming in through the window.

Three cups of coffee were placed on the table, and two slender hands could be seen opposite, but the view was low and focused mainly on the table, so it was unclear who the hands belonged to.

Who are you having coffee with?

Eriri's cheeks puffed out quietly.

"I don't know." Kiyono Makoto was completely confused. "I wasn't planning on going out today... and nobody invited me for coffee."

After a pause, Kiyono Makoto considered a possibility:

"Perhaps having coffee with you?"

"That's not me." Eriri crossed her arms and snorted. "Those aren't my hands at all."

“Okay.” Kiyono Makoto pondered for two seconds. “Is it possible… that this happened in a parallel world?”

"what?"

Eriri blinked upon hearing this, a look of hesitation appearing on her pretty face:

"If it's a photo from a parallel universe... then it's meaningless, right?"

"It's still unclear at the moment, but even in a parallel world, intelligence can still serve as a reference."

As Kiyono Makoto spoke, he picked up the last photograph.

After seeing the contents of the photo clearly, Kiyono Makoto's expression immediately became subtle.

What's in the photo?

Eriri leaned forward, curiously approaching.

The scene in the photo is a familiar bedroom, and it is completely dark outside the window.

A faint light shone from under the bed in the bedroom...

Kiyono Makoto looked at Eriri and spoke earnestly:

"When hiding under the bed, don't secretly play on your phone, or you'll give yourself away."

"Pah!"

Eriri blushed slightly and denied it with a haughty air:

"I'm not that stupid! I definitely wouldn't be playing on my phone while hiding under the bed!"

Makoto Kiyono holds up a photo:

"Who else could be crawling under the bed but you?"

“That’s not necessarily true…” Eriri continued stubbornly, “It might be that fat woman in black stockings who lives next door.”

My senior is a germaphobe; she would never crawl under the bed!

Kiyono Makoto took out the ghost camera, donned the title of "Crazy Photographer," and became interested:

"Let me take a picture of you."

Click.

Press the shutter.

Three photos were quickly produced, no more, no less.

"Let me see..."

Eriri curiously picked up a photo and found herself sitting at her desk, wearing a green middle school tracksuit, her hair loose over her shoulders, wearing black-rimmed glasses, and staring blankly with her right hand supporting her chin, holding a pencil in her hand.

"Huh... is my future self drawing a notebook?"

Eriri blinked and murmured to herself.

It's not surprising that they draw in notebooks.

After finally clearing a dungeon, physical injuries can heal quickly, but mental trauma is hard to heal.

At times like these, some players choose to go to nightclubs and let loose, while others opt for fine food and drinks—basically, they try every possible way to release psychological stress. (The remaining text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.)

Eriri's hobby is drawing doujinshi (books/manga), and it's perfectly reasonable for her to use doujinshi to relieve stress.