A reversal of fortune and victory in a world hated by all girls!

"..."

"Could it be that he peed again..."

"Awoo!"

Lina reacted violently, and Aoi Natsuki shrank back, dodging her countless little fists that came flying at him.

"Alright, alright, what is it?" Natsuki Aoi was cornered by Rina, squatted down, and asked.

Lina hesitated again, but then she glanced down at the hamburger in the plastic bag and her resolve strengthened. She rushed into the dining room, leaving Aoi Natsuki bewildered. She got up and followed her in, only to find that Lina was going to get her writing board.

Rina pulled out a chair, gesturing for Natsuki to sit down.

So serious?

This seems to be no small matter.

Aoi Natsuki sat down, her eyes fixed on Rina.

Lina then mentally prepared herself and slowly wrote down Mao's plans for the next two days on the whiteboard, writing two or three sentences at a time. By the time she finished telling the whole story, Lina estimated that she had written two or three hundred words, which was like a short essay. When Aoi Natsuki found out about the situation, she was completely dumbfounded.

What's going on? This confession was actually planned by two kids together?

Looking back on that confession text message now, it really doesn't seem like something Takahashi would write.

what……

But Takahashi clearly says she likes herself.

Could it be that this was a lucky accident?

Aoi Natsuki is feeling both annoyed and amused right now.

Lina shrank back, not uttering a word.

"Lina!"

Aoi Natsuki suddenly spoke sharply.

Lina's body trembled.

"You've gone too far this time! This isn't something that can be resolved simply by admitting your mistake!"

"Hmm..." Lina had already prepared herself mentally for everything, and even if Natsuki spanked her, it wouldn't matter at all!

The entire room fell silent.

Aoi Natsuki looked at her with a serious expression.

Actually, in terms of the outcome, this matter is actually a good one. Takahashi finally told him his feelings, and the two sides should have reached a reconciliation now, right?

"How about I do the dishes for Mom for a week as punishment?"

Upon hearing this, Lina suddenly raised her head, her eyes lighting up, and immediately responded, "Awoo awoo!"

"You can't do that again. You need to have your own subjective judgment, you know?" Aoi Natsuki's voice softened as she reached out and pinched Rina's cheek.

Natsuki has always been so gentle...

Lina smiled sweetly, nodded heavily, and immediately buried her face in Natsuki's arms.

"Wang Wang!"

Seeing the serious atmosphere inside the house dissipate, Ji-chan, standing on the balcony, excitedly shouted at them.

“Since you’ve done something wrong, then the hamburger will be confiscated,” Natsuki Aoi suddenly said, half-jokingly.

Lina immediately panicked and pitifully grabbed his collar with both hands, pleading incessantly.

This matter is now completely behind us.

……

"Hmm, Hayakawa, your drawing skills have improved a lot. You really have talent." Ayano looked at the sketch in front of her. It was much better than it was a month ago. In addition, she was slowly becoming more competent in her work as a manga artist's assistant. Maybe the two of them could actually create a good manga!

"I... I don't have any talent, please don't say that..." Hayakawa said shyly, putting his hands on his knees. He stumbled over his words when praised.

“This is encouragement, encouragement.” Ayano raised her right index finger and said, “Aoi has seen the draft we agreed on before, and you have seen it too. If all three of us think it’s good, why don’t we start drawing the details officially? There’s still more than half a month until the deadline. An 18-page short story is absolutely no problem!”

Ayano appeared very confident.

Hayakawa nodded in agreement, saying, "Indeed, it's quite good... Let's do our best then."

"Oh! I still think the panel layout is a bit monotonous. At times like this, I really envy manga artists like Yoshihiro Togashi. His panel layout skills are simply amazing. I probably will never be able to learn that kind of panel layout that draws out the characters to create a sense of oppression."

"Well... everything takes time. Let's start with winning an award and strive for a long-running serialization."

"Yeah, you're right! Great! I've regained my confidence! Let's go for the long-running serialization!" Ayano shouted, raising her right hand.

"Aoi, what's your opinion?"

At this moment, Ayano slowly turned her gaze to the right, and as time went on, the view slowly zoomed out, revealing Aoi Natsuki sitting alone on the sofa next to her.

At this moment, the three of them are still together.

However, Natsuki Aoi's expression was somewhat strange: "I think it's alright, I consider it one of the better works recently."

Ayano nodded seriously after hearing this, then looked around. The exquisite home furnishings and decorations were particularly bright and beautiful. There was even security guards accompanying her upstairs when she entered. It was just too high-end.

"But Sakurajima's house is really big. The living room is twice the size of mine, and it even has a rooftop balcony. It's amazing."

Yes, the three of them are not at Ayano's house now, but at Sakurajima Anne's house.

Due to unforeseen circumstances, Aoi Natsuki mentioned a couple of days ago whether the three of them should meet outside in the future. At that time, Ayano was suffering from mental and physical abuse from her sister, so she naturally agreed. But in the end, why did they choose to meet at Sakurajima Anne's house instead...?

While Natsuki Aoi was still feeling down, Ayano, who was sitting by the coffee table, suddenly brightened up and waved to the person behind him: "Sakurajima!"

That shout sent chills down his spine.

Aoi Natsuki slowly turned around and saw Sakurajima Anne standing by the sink in the kitchen behind her, holding a plate of sliced ​​fruit. She had a faint smile on her face, and her delicate beauty mark was particularly eye-catching, adorning her right eyelid. Her whole face was both beautiful and charming.

His gaze fell directly on Aoi Natsuki, and their eyes met.

Sakurajima An also raised her right hand, the corners of her mouth turned up wider, her slender fingers gently grasping something like waves, as if waving to him.

It was definitely not a coincidence that it happened at her house! Absolutely, Sakurajima definitely whispered something to Ayano!

Chapter 130 You are all his harem?

In a daze, Sakurajima Anne came to his side, bringing a fruity scent. She then slowly bent down and placed a fruit platter on the coffee table: "Everyone, have some fruit."

"Oh!" Ayano exclaimed excitedly, quickly picking up a toothpick from the plate, sticking a slice of apple into it, and stuffing it into her mouth.

"So sweet~" Holding her cheeks, she felt very comfortable.

Sakurajima Anne, still smiling, sat naturally on the left armrest of Aoi Natsuki's sofa, her exquisite curves on full display. Because the indoor heating was on, she was only wearing a sweater, which accentuated her impressive figure when she sat sideways.

Aoi Natsuki glanced up unconsciously, but unfortunately, Sakurajima caught her doing so.

Then he gently tapped his waist and said, "This spot can also be used as a handrail, you see..."

The next second, he pulled Aoi's hand slowly towards his crotch. Aoi Natsuki quickly reacted, pulled her hand back, and refused, saying, "There's absolutely no need for that!"

"Are you shy, Aoi?"

"No, by the way, why did you choose to come to your house? Did you say anything to Ayano?" Aoi Natsuki was very suspicious of this.

"How could that be? Ayano was the one who came to me on her own initiative."

"really?"

"Yeah, I was the one who approached Sakurajima and asked if I could come to her house to draw manga. Is there a problem, Natsuki?" Ayano tilted her head and asked suspiciously.

Is that so? Aoi Natsuki glanced sideways at Sakurajima's gaze; this didn't seem like a coincidence at all.

"Okay, but your parents won't mind if we come to your house like this, right? I don't think I've ever met them before."

Anne Sakurajima smiled and waved her hand: "I don't live with my parents anymore. You see, I live alone now, and I have no problems at all."

Natsuki Aoi looked around and indeed, the coffee table and the floor were quite clean, without any signs of dirt or mess, as if they were cleaned every day.

Let's just say I was overthinking it.

Ayano chewed on a sweet and sour apple, swinging her legs repeatedly as they stretched out under the coffee table.

At this point, I decided not to disturb them as they continued drawing comics.

"Sakurajima, what are your plans for noon?"

"Plans? Shouldn't it be Aoi, you cooking for us?" Sakurajima Anne feigned ignorance, giving off a completely fake vibe.

"Do you offer cooking services for guests...?"

“There’s nothing we can do about it. Who told you to cook such delicious food, Aoi?” Sakurajima Anne turned to look at Hayakawa, and Hayakawa Keiko nodded emphatically in agreement after saying “Eh.”

She highly approves of Natsuki's cooking skills.

“Okay.” Aoi Natsuki had nothing else to do at the moment, so cooking was fine with her. She sat up from the sofa and, guided by Sakurajima, went into the kitchen.

The kitchen temperature is noticeably two degrees lower than outside. The kitchen features metal countertops, freezers, stoves, and other high-tech equipment, and is very clean.

Aoi Natsuki pulled out a cutting board; its surface was smooth and brand new. He asked curiously, "Don't you usually cook at home?"

"Yes, I usually choose to order takeout."

"You've been eating takeout all the time? You should eat less of those oily and salty foods in the future."

"I can't cook either. Why don't you come to my house every day, Aoi, cook for me, and then go home?"

"Are you out of your mind?" Aoi Natsuki retorted, but Sakurajima Anne didn't take it to heart and continued...

"Don't worry, I usually just eat salads when I order takeout, and I rarely order meat. Otherwise... I wouldn't be able to maintain this figure. I'm not a monster." Sakurajima Anne turned and walked towards the corner of the kitchen.

Aoi Natsuki nodded, then walked to the refrigerator, opened it to see what was inside, and rummaged through both the top and bottom shelves. She found that there was quite a lot of food stored inside, many of which were bought from the supermarket, and upon checking the dates, they were all from yesterday.

"You yesterday..."

As soon as Aoi Natsuki turned around, she noticed that Sakurajima Anne had already walked up to her, holding a light blue apron with a wave pattern in her hand.

She slightly tiptoed, spread the apron ropes with both hands, and put it over Aoi Natsuki's head.

Without any prior notice, the distance between the two instantly closed, catching Aoi Natsuki somewhat off guard.

Upon closer inspection, Sakurajima Anne's face remains flawless. She is probably the first girl Aoi has ever seen who is stunningly beautiful even without makeup. Her beauty is hard to describe in words. It's not just her appearance; even when she turns her back, looking at her bone structure, you will be deeply attracted to her for a few moments.

"Is there something you need?" Aoi's question gave Sakurajima Anne a good chance to look up. Her bright eyes slightly opened, and Aoi Natsuki instinctively looked away. But her actions continued. Instead of going behind Aoi to tie the rope, she wrapped her arms around his waist, held the rope at both ends, and tied it to him by feel.