I became the emperor in the comic book series.

Moreover, this new storyline clearly involves creating a harem, but in a normal romantic relationship, few women would be willing to share a boyfriend with someone else.

Thinking it over, Higashino Akira took out his phone and sent a message to Hiratsuka Shizuka.

[Higashino: Get married. ]

[Jing Ke'ai: Really?!?]

[Higashino: That's fake. I'm against marriage, and I don't like women who smoke.]

[Jing Ke'ai: Higashino Akira, you're finished! Just you wait, I'll be at your doorstep as soon as I finish today's classes!]

[Higashino: (location link)]

Akira Higashino issued a duel challenge.

Chapter Three: The Old Man Doesn't Talk About Martial Morality

Nothing much to do today, so I went racing, boxing, and drinking.

I spent a whole day with Hiratsuka Shizuka, and I have to say, if you were to call her a buddy, it would be hard for anyone to refuse her. She's rich, has plenty of free time, is reliable, and has a lot of boyish hobbies.

You can get her to take a day off and go crazy with you with just three sentences.

The drinks were just too much to bear.

As night deepened, Higashino Akira finally managed to pry open Hiratsuka Shizuka's limp body against him after her drunken outburst, as she sobbed and wailed, lamenting how he had deceived her feelings. He especially pried open the ruthless iron arm that was gripping his neck, which was growing increasingly agitated as she spoke.

He secretly used his aura-gazing ability on her.

[Qi You has reached 100 points.]

[Name: Hiratsuka Shizuka]

[Age: 27]

[Qi Lu He hope]

[The conditions have been met; shall we grant an imperial decree?]

"no."

Throughout the day, Higashino Akira had tried to appoint other women to his harem, but all of them failed to meet his requirements. They were either unattractive, lacking in character and talent, or simply lacking in temperament.

In particular, Akira has reason to suspect that the characters who have appeared in anime possess a higher level of aura than most ordinary people.

After meeting Yurikawa Hana in the morning, which triggered a new main quest, I finally found a woman who met all the system's criteria by evening.

Unfortunately, it was Hiratsuka Shizuka.

It's not that Hiratsuka Shizuka is bad, it's that she's too good and too familiar. Higashino Akira doesn't want to settle down and marry her, nor does he want to deceive her feelings. He keeps her hanging on, wanting only to find a good man to marry, while he goes off to get entangled with other women.

That's how many things are; once you get involved, you suddenly have more concerns and considerations, and that leads to all sorts of troubles.

"Hey, are you still alive?"

Higashino Akira pinched Hiratsuka Shizuka's cheeks and pulled them apart. "Can you still go home by yourself?"

"Damn it, you bastard! Even if you've graduated, at least show some respect to your former teachers!"

Treated like this by her former students, Hiratsuka Shizuka, who was already confused and only knew how to whine, blushed instantly. She quickly retaliated with a series of grappling moves, dodged behind the bastard, and put her arm around his neck.

"Take this!"

"Damn it, you only spoke after you'd already unleashed a whole combo! That's no sportsmanship!"

Akira Higashino was so angry he laughed.

“That’s called outsmarting him, baby!” Hiratsuka Shizuka said without a hint of shame.

"Which channel have you switched to this time? Believe me or not, I'll use you as a expendable tool to block the bridge, you old bastard!"

"This world is too evil! Why does no one want to marry me? All you popular guys should just explode on the spot!"

"To say such a thing, you are more evil than the world."

Listening to Hiratsuka Shizuka's incoherent ramblings, Higashino Akira sighed. She'd only had a few cups of cat pee and she was already this drunk.

Too lazy to pull her away, he called the waiter over to pay the bill, then simply carried Hiratsuka Shizuka by the thighs and walked out of the izakaya.

He took the Aston Martin key from the drunkard, went out, found a designated driver, and gave them his home address.

Meanwhile, at the same time, in the living room, Yotsuya Miko, who had returned home, sat alone on the sofa with her knees drawn up to her chest. The television across from her was playing programs, with the celebrities on variety shows making exaggerated and noisy noise.

On the low coffee table in front of her were several 10,000 yen bills and a piece of paper torn from a notebook.

The handwriting on the paper is neat and legible:

"If you need to go out, don't wait for me. Lock the doors and windows. Take care of your own dinner. The money is for this month's living expenses and daily spending. If you need more, we can talk about it."

There was no signature.

Seeing that Zi stared at the note for a long time, and then looked at the small stack of banknotes next to it that clearly exceeded daily needs.

When I got home in the afternoon, the house was empty.

The home is still the same home, but it has lost much of its warmth and human touch.

Yotsuya Miko didn't know where this 'older brother' had gone. Even though she had his contact information, she didn't dare ask him what he was doing or when he would be back.

She was afraid that the relationship wasn't close enough, and she was also afraid that she was just imagining things and he would think she was acting like a child without an adult by her side.

but…

Without her mother's usual concern, without going with the flow and following others' arrangements during the funeral, without the anxiety of spending time with her new "brother," there was nothing. Even though the TV volume had been turned up again and again, Miko Yotsuya felt for the first time that her world was so quiet.

The overwhelming sense of loneliness that washed over her, knowing that her mother would really be gone and that she would be all alone in the world, enveloped her like a tidal wave.

Yotsuya Miko stood there stunned for a long time until a tear silently slid down her cheek. The scalding tear gradually turned cold as it ran down her cheek, and only then did she belatedly realize what was happening and reach out to touch the tear stain on her face.

"Hey, what's wrong, Miko? Did something upset you? Why are you crying all of a sudden? Don't be afraid, Mommy's here. Mommy's always by your side."

Miko Yotsuya got up, wiped away her tears, turned off the TV expressionlessly, went into the shower to wash up, then changed into her pajamas and lay down in bed.

The familiar voice still echoed in my ears.

"Although that child is a little reserved, his mother can tell that he is a good child."

"He just didn't know Miko before and wasn't familiar with her. He didn't know how to get along with his suddenly added sister."

"Jianzi is also a good child."

"So as long as Jianzi is willing to communicate with him more, once he understands Jianzi's personality and knows that she is a sensible and lovely child, he will definitely like our Jianzi."

"Jianzi, you've always been a man of few words. Please don't be like that anymore. You two are going to be family, relying on each other for survival. It won't do for family to be too distant or unfamiliar with each other."

Miko Yotsuya pulled the blanket over her head, trying in vain to block out the sounds.

She dared not acknowledge the voice, nor did she dare tell Higashino Akira about her ability to see ghosts.

Since her mother's death, Miko Yotsuya has gained the ability to see spirits, and her visions become clearer each day.

Every day, I feel countless evil spirits passing by, carrying all kinds of malice, trying to find someone who can see them. Some of these evil spirits even disguise themselves as normal to deceive those who can see them and reveal their flaws.

Miko Yotsuya really didn't dare gamble on whether her mother's seemingly warm face was also a disguise, or whether it would end tragically if she were exposed.

She dared not, in a world teeming with evil spirits, risk exposure by telling Higashino Akira, the only person she could call family who was still willing to take care of her, and drag him into another dangerous world.

Evil spirits linger in the world because of their obsession with existence. No matter how well they disguise themselves, they are no longer living beings, no longer the people they were in life.

Chapter Four: The Invisible Human?

The sky was not yet fully bright, and the dim light barely seeped in through the gaps in the curtains. Yotsuya Miko rubbed her eyes and gently pushed open the door.

She didn't sleep well last night, and her head was still a bit groggy. Plus, it's been getting colder lately, and the days are getting shorter and the nights longer, making it even harder to get out of bed in the morning. If it weren't for her alarm clock, she definitely wouldn't have woken up at this hour.

She yawned and groped her way toward the bathroom in the dark, just as she stepped barefoot across the edge of the living room.

"Uh... um..."

A muffled, hoarse groan, as if squeezed from deep within the throat, came from the direction of the sofa.

Seeing Zi's steps falter instantly, he instinctively turned his head to look in that direction, and then his whole body went numb, a chill running down his back.

White teeth!

I had just woken up and hadn't realized what was happening when I looked at the other person!

In the dim light, a dark shadow was seen wriggling on the sofa.

Then, the dark shape, in a twisted, rusty posture, struggled like an aberrant creature and gradually stood up unsteadily.

Hopefully, it hasn't discovered it.

Seeing that Zi had looked away, she held her breath and secretly dug her fingers into her palm, using the slight pain to remind herself to stay calm.

"Where is this?" The "thing" shook its head, uttering a dry, hoarse voice, muffled as if a thick layer of skin had been distorted by resonance: "Who...you?"

Miko's mind raced, her heart pounding in her chest, but the expression on her face remained calm thanks to the 'experience' she had gained over this period.

She acted as if she hadn't heard the sound or seen the swaying dark figure approaching, and continued walking towards the washroom as if it were nothing.

"Hmm, why did you leave?"

The thing followed, its voice still hoarse, slurred and confused from a hangover.

The evil spirit, or rather, Hiratsuka Shizuka, followed Yotsuya Miko into the bathroom in a daze. Seeing the girl turn on the light and concentrate on washing her face and brushing her teeth in front of the mirror, she waved her hand in front of her face, somewhat strangely.

"Hey... can you see me?"

The girl didn't react. Hiratsuka Shizuka frowned, thought for a moment, looked at the toothpaste tube standing upside down on the sink, reached out her paw and gently pushed it over into the sink.

As it turned out, the girl only glanced at it with some confusion, picked up the toothpaste and put it back, and then didn't react any further.

Seeing this, Hiratsuka Shizuka paused for a moment, then reached out and pressed her temples, which were swollen and painful from a hangover and felt like they were about to explode, and muttered to herself.

"Can't she see me?"

What's going on?

The images of countless boys he had seen flooded his mind, sparking a burst of inspiration. Shizuka Hiratsuka subconsciously thought of the term 'invisible human'!

Have I awakened superpowers?

Or is it that you can become a magical girl even when you're an adult? Could it be that the legend that someone who's almost thirty and still single will become a great magician is true?

While she was thinking, Miko Yotsuya had finished washing up and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Listening to the rustling of clothes and the gurgling of running water coming from inside, Shizuka Hiratsuka couldn't help but scratch her head.

Hmm... However, this ability is useless to her!

When Yotsuya Miko came out of the bathroom and walked towards the bedroom, Hiratsuka Shizuka, who was still unsure of where she was and somewhat confused about her situation, quickly followed.

Very good, no flaws were revealed.

Yotsuya Miko was somewhat relieved; it seemed that the creature hadn't noticed her when she mistakenly looked at it earlier.

Next, according to the procedure, it's time to change clothes...

She left the bathroom and returned to her bedroom. Sure enough, the "evil spirit" followed her.

Jianzi took a deep breath, turned her back to the door, and began to take off her pajamas. She could feel that gaze lingering on her back and waist, and then, a hoarse voice, with a hint of surprise from just waking up, muttered:

"Huh, I didn't realize it when you were dressed. You're actually quite well-developed. Wow, kids these days are so well-nourished."

"!!!"

Seeing that her ears were burning uncontrollably.

She resisted the urge to hug her arms or speed up her movements, and put on her school uniform shirt as quickly as possible within a reasonable range, almost buttoning it wrong. Skirt, socks... every movement became extremely difficult under that gaze full of a middle-aged man's scrutiny.

After changing her clothes, she awkwardly opened the bedroom door and hurried towards the living room.

Hiratsuka Shizuka followed closely behind.

Miko Yotsuya has decided to skip breakfast today and quickly go to a crowded outdoor area to wait for Xiaohua to come and meet her so they can go to school together, in order to avoid being constantly bothered by this female ghost.

According to her experience, most people cannot actively harm evil spirits as long as they cannot see them, and they usually will not keep following them. So as long as the disguise is not exposed, it is possible to shake off the guy after walking a distance.

However, change is worse than plan.

When Yotsuya Miko came out of her bedroom, carrying her schoolbag, and entered the living room, she suddenly stopped in her tracks when she saw him holding a glass of warm water, sipping it to soothe his throat.

Hearing the commotion, Higashino Akira turned his head and glanced in that direction. He was stunned for a moment when he saw the two people walking one after the other, their expressions and behaviors extremely strange.

In front of her was Miko Yotsuya, her ears red, her eyes fixed straight ahead, her body stiff as if being chased by a ghost. Behind her was Shizuka Hiratsuka, her hair disheveled, her shirt and trousers wrinkled and clinging to her body, her eyes hazy with excitement and a desire to explore.

"What are you doing...?"

Akira Higashino put down his water glass and looked at Shizuka Hiratsuka. "Uh, Shizuka, what are you doing following Miko around like that?"