Tokyo Soft Rice King.

"I just know, because I can smell the scent on you."

"What? The taste?"

"Only women who truly love a wise ruler possess this femininity..."

Ziyin originally wanted to say that the odor of a woman in heat was indiscriminate, but that would have generalized the generalization to everyone present, including herself, so she changed to a more civilized way of saying it.

"It's the smell of danger that's the problem. So in terms of threat level, you're not even as threatening as Aunt Qiu and Sister Hong over there who are pacifists."

"...!"

Tsukimi Ryou looked at the two older women in disbelief, feeling that this was a complete insult to her.

"You mean I'm not as good-looking as them? Do you even have eyes?"

Upon hearing this, everyone understood and felt relieved; some even chuckled to themselves.

Tsukimi Ran didn't understand what she had said wrong, but she could feel that she was being collectively humiliated by them, and she angrily bit her lower lip.

The fact that she didn't turn red with anger is already a testament to her professionalism as an actress, suppressing her true emotions.

“You see, everyone finds it ridiculous because you don’t even understand what Mingjun cares about… Mingjun never accepted me because I’m pretty, nor did he accept anyone else. For him, looks are just an ‘additional bonus’.”

"...!"

Oh no…! Because I always thought of Kuroba Akira as a shallow scumbag, I accidentally made it my preconceived notion…!

This is absolutely a basic mistake!

Judging from the red lines, it's impossible that Kuroba Akira developed this kind of group relationship with them just because of their appearance...!

Tsukimi Ranyi was filled with regret because she knew that things had developed to this point and there was no way to turn back. Just as Shion had said, she had lost the right to be an enemy.

Unless... he truly falls in love with Kuroba Akira.

That's absolutely impossible.

If I had to explain why, it's because Kuroba Akira isn't her type.

What she hates most is that kind of man, which is nice to say is gentle, but to put it bluntly, he's an indecisive coward.

Ziyin shrugged, spread her hands, and pointed at Heiyu Ming with a condescending air.

"Furthermore, if you're going to 'start seriously trying to win over the wise ruler from now on,' you should pay more attention to the wise ruler than to us. His expression has already made your proud acting skills look like a joke."

"Ok?"

Tsukimi Ryou looked at Kuroba Akira with confusion, and then she understood what Murasaki no Miyako meant.

Kuroba Akira's face didn't show the smug look one would expect from someone who'd been kissed by a girl; instead, it showed a puzzled expression that said, "This is troublesome."

"Do you think you can seduce a wise ruler with just a deep kiss? We've trained him to the point where kissing is just an appetizer."

"Well……!"

Lan Yi suffers another setback in the moonlight.

This was also her miscalculation.

Despite being only a high school student, Kuroba Akira's experience is already so rich that he can reflexively bring it back into his mouth!

Yes, he's been entangled in this state by the red thread, how could he possibly still be innocent!

Kuroba Akira had already been played like a magic cudgel by these women by the morning!

"Clearly, the wise ruler's interest in you only extends to the external level, and you have failed to convey your feelings to him, precisely because there was no emotional foundation between you to begin with."

An actor must be able to project their emotions onto others.

Especially when acting opposite someone, regardless of what the bystanders think, you should at least take the lead.

However, Kuroba Akira showed no intention of cooperating with her whatsoever, which was a huge failure for Tsukimi Ryoui.

The preparations this time were really insufficient.

I underestimated Murasaki no Miyako, Kuroba Akira... I underestimated all of them.

It was only then that Tsukimi Ran realized that she had developed a sense of pride in her acting skills, and that this pride had unknowingly bred arrogance.

With things having come to this point, Tsukimi Ranyi had no face to stay any longer and could only slink away, because staying would only make her look foolish and become their laughingstock.

"……hateful……!"

Lan Yi muttered something under her breath, then lowered her head and turned to leave.

However, just as she was walking quickly toward the door, Ziyin spoke up.

"Tsukimi Ayane...you and I are the same, aren't we?"

"..."

Tsukimi Ran stopped in her tracks, offering no response, a question swirling in her mind.

same?

What is she referring to?

In terms of acting skills, she did use the same method, but she felt that Shion Murasaki was not talking about that.

“Although your goal is not to be a wise ruler, you have your own goals, which is why you were willing to make that kind of sacrifice... even though it was destined to be unacceptable to us when you still considered it a sacrifice.”

Sacrifice... Yes, first of all, I felt 'unwilling' to do it, which is why they treated it as a joke.

If even she doesn't believe she's fallen for Kuroba Akira, how can she expect them to believe her?

In the end, it turned out that it was because I hadn't really put in the effort... I didn't even get to use my most prized acting skills.

“But I’m not quite the same as you. Although I became an artist because of the wise ruler, I now enjoy it myself… But you’ve never felt happy acting, have you? You only see it as a ‘means’ to achieve your goals.”

"Hmph, so what? What's wrong with it?"

"There's nothing wrong with it, it's just that if you continue like this, you won't be able to protect yourself."

"..."

"So you've tacitly agreed? So you knew it yourself... The acting you're using is a very dangerous technique, because I use it myself, so I understand. It's like swimming freely in the sea of ​​personality; without a 'landmark for defining yourself,' you'll easily lose your way underwater..."

After Kuroba realized that S-rank talent contained powerful karma, he warned Shion not to rely too much on her talent.

Therefore, Ziyin would not abuse it, because she herself was afraid that if she swam to too deep a place, she would not be able to find herself.

Moreover, because of the love in her heart, Ziyin always manages to return, because she knows that her beloved Mingjun will pull her back up.

However, Lan Yi in the moonlight doesn't have this kind of 'life preserver'.

Her mental state hasn't deteriorated yet, simply because her talent isn't as good as Ziyin's, and she's been incredibly lucky.

"At that time, you will lose yourself and become an empty puppet that can be anyone, but not Tsukimi Rii."

Ziyin called her back at the end, and that was the advice she wanted to give.

Tsukimi Ran-i didn't turn around, but replied with complicated emotions.

"I already knew about that kind of thing."

But that's all I can do...

Then Tsukimi Ranyi walked out of the room.

"Yiyi! Where are you going? Wait for me!"

Myōen Yomi wanted to chase after her, but Kuroba Akira reached out and stopped her.

"Um, Senior Miao, I'll go after her. I think now is a good opportunity to have an open conversation with her."

Taking advantage of her current vulnerable state, I should be able to bring her into my own rhythm more easily.

"Ah...can I really leave it to you?"

"I'll do my best, so I'll trouble you to stay and explain the situation to everyone, otherwise I'll suffer the cruel 'punishment' of being bedridden for three days..."

"Uh, you've had a tough time too..."

"This is the price to pay for being a gigolo... But actually, everyone has been kind enough to me, and I am only grateful for it."

This must be said in front of everyone, so that everyone understands, 'I, Kuroba Akira, am really not going to flirt with girls again! I'm going to handle a new case!'

So please, everyone, show mercy to your hands, feet, mouth, chest, genitals... in short, everywhere.

Otherwise, we'll really have to ask the great Kuroo for help...

Anyway, let's leave this to Miao Xuejie to help with the screen for now. As long as she explains it clearly enough, everyone will definitely understand.

After leaving the gravity-filled battlefield to Miao-senpai, Kuroba Akira quickly slipped out of the room to chase after Tsukimi Rii.

After the new source of unrest and the empress left, the room, now only occupied by the women, returned to its usual subtle harmony.

Myoen Yomi originally thought that she would not only be responsible for blocking this group of women, but also for dealing with their interrogation and questioning. However, they were waiting for her explanation like obedient students, and none of them chased after Kuroba Akira.

Huh? Aren't they all behaving quite well?

She felt a little confused... Is this what they call uniting internally and facing external threats together?

In short, it seems that brute force won't be needed to stop them... Myoen Yomi breathed a slight sigh of relief.

But I don't know how long I can stay here, so Kuroba-kun, you need to come back soon!

If you're really a succubus with a huge harem, you might as well win over Yi Yi too!

That way, at least she won't have to work so hard for Kikurihime anymore... Just like what Shion said, she also knows that Tsukimi Rii is losing herself.

The reason I asked Kuroba Akira for help was because I was really out of options. No matter what she said, Tsukimi Rii wouldn't listen to her.

Sooner or later, Yiyi will break down...

Meanwhile, on the other side, Anri Hitomi also approached Shion, who was leaning against the wall, and asked a question.

"Were you helping her just now? That's not like you. So you still care about her?"

"Hmph... I just find it annoying."

"Oh? To whom? To her, or to...my past self?"

Anri Hitomi revealed a meaningful expression.

She knew why Ziyin had given that warning to Yuejianli Lanyi in the end.

"I just don't like the way you think you know everything... But you're right, her demeanor reminds me of when I was numbly alone in the shrine... Back then, Myojun asked me if I was a priestess, and I was lucky enough to meet a god who could save me..."