There are so many geniuses in crossover anime! What's wrong with adding me?

He poured her unfinished beer down the drain, packed the empty can in a garbage bag and placed it by the entryway, and finally opened the window to ventilate the room. After doing all this, he took out his laptop and began to work on his writing.

The first volume of "DanMachi" has only been released for a short time, so there's no need to rush. Rather, he's already achieved more than half of his goal. He doesn't intend to be a diligent author; he just wants to reach the average level of the doujinshi industry.

However, the Galgame project I mentioned to Kasumigaoka Utaha and the others last time is something I absolutely have to start preparing for.

He has spent most of his free time on this matter these past two days. Considering the production time and subsequent workload, he has to prepare the script first.

Choosing White Album 2 as a model was partly due to my own playful ideas and quirky sense of humor, but it also dug myself a huge hole.

The biggest problem is the sheer volume of text in the original work!

Even among all visual novels, White 2 is considered to be quite long; a portion of it is equivalent to an entire other game.

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According to the translation log of the Chinese version, the IC part of the prologue alone has 300,000 words, the common part of the CC part of the final chapter has 250,000 words, each route has about 200,000 words, and in the CODA part of the final chapter, the common route also has 300,000 words, and each ending's individual text has more than 100,000 words.

Including bonus features and epilogues, not counting the radio drama portion, the total text volume reaches an astonishing two million words! Comparable to a long online novel!

This is nothing like a visual novel. Among all the games he's played, the only one comparable to it is another pure love simulation game, Gintoki, which is also set in winter.

Fortunately, he doesn't have to do all the work himself—besides, how could he possibly remember so many specific words? It would be good enough if he could remember the whole story, okay? Do you really think he's a human printing press?

He'll change the names of people and places, write a detailed outline and style example, and let Kasumigaoka Utaha expand on it. He and Kasumigaoka Utaha will each develop their own style first, and then he'll grasp the overall feel and refine it.

The original work of Whitebeard 2 is excellent; the story and music are impeccable.

The standing figure looks like it hasn't eaten; if you didn't know better, you'd think it was a beginner artist's practice piece. With him and Eriri joining the project this time, he's determined to correct that!

As for system compatibility and program packaging, there were no suitable candidates, so it had to be outsourced. Fortunately, this wasn't a big problem for him.

While I'm at it, I'll fix the bugs in the original work to prevent frequent issues like not being able to fast forward or losing save files. Ah, but the fact that some parts of the story can only be unlocked in New Game Plus or New Game Plus must be kept, and that dreaded 'concert' must also be kept; the disgusting and shocking experience he went through must be experienced by others!

Thinking of this, Sakurakoji closed his eyes and chuckled darkly, already anticipating the players' reactions.

However, the biggest problem is still... as an 18+ game, can it successfully invite Kazusa Touma and Setsuna Ogiso to participate in the voice acting of the core content?

Just thinking about it made him break out in a cold sweat.

Forget it, things will work themselves out. There's no point in thinking about it now. At worst, I'll make him abandon his dignity and kneel down in shame. Please, ladies, he'll do anything!

If all else fails, they could change it to an all-ages category; maybe that would boost sales. Having seen so much of this stuff, he now feels no worldly desires when he sees related content; he just wants to skip it.

The only slight pity is that Eriri, a professional doujinshi artist, has lost a platform to showcase her talents.

After typing away at it for another two or three thousand words, Sakurakoji glanced at the time in the lower right corner and realized that a long time had passed. The sound of running water in the bathroom had long since stopped, but Kawara no Momoka had not yet come out.

"..." He looked towards the bathroom and called out, "Miss Momoka?"

"..."

After waiting a few seconds without a response, he raised his voice and shouted a few more times, but still there was no sound.

"Could something really have happened?" he couldn't help but think.

Although he sat outside in case something happened to her, he was still a little at a loss when it actually happened—he didn't have much experience in this area.

Well, the possibility of drowning or suicide by wrist-cutting is not very high, almost non-existent. It's probably 90% likely that he fell asleep in the bathtub.

So now the question is, what action should he take?

1. The most direct method is to go in, pull her out, dry her body, throw her on the bed, and do whatever you want to her;

2. Let her lie there, let her wake up naturally in the middle of the night from the cold, and she'll be rewarded with a fever and a cold the next morning;

3. Send a message to Jingqinrencai or Anhe Mao and ask them to come over in the middle of the night to solve the problem.

If it were you, which one would you choose?

Regardless of your answer, Sakurakoji's current talent tells me, "You're a fool!"

Did you really choose it?

Why don't you run to the bathroom door, bang on it, and wake her up?

Sakurakoji sighed softly, put down her laptop, went to the bathroom door, and knocked loudly, raising her voice: "Momoka-san! Wake up, get up!"

"Did you hear me? If you don't get up, I'm going in! I can't guarantee what might happen then!"

He knocked for a while, then stopped and waited. After a while, he heard sobbing coming from inside.

"Whoa~~" It was Momoka Kawahara's voice. "What?! What happened?"

"I thought you seemed to be asleep, so I came to remind you," he explained, standing at the door.

"Oh, sorry, the bath was so relaxing, I didn't realize it... I'll be right out."

"I understand. I'll give you five minutes. If you don't come out by then, I'm going in."

"You pervert..."

After she finished speaking, the room fell silent again. After a while, the sound of splashing water could be heard, indicating that she had stood up.

"Oops, I feel a little dizzy. Oh, that was close." A low reply from Momoka Kawahara came through the sound of her stumbling through the water.

"Are you alright?" Sakurakoji asked hurriedly.

"Um, it's nothing, I'm just a little dizzy from being in the water. I'll be fine after standing for a while. Luckily, I didn't fall." Kawara Momoka said with lingering fear, "Haha! My body is as round as a boiled shrimp. Who is this? Eh, it's me?!"

"..."

I think you're not just dizzy from the water, you're also completely out of it!

In short, it seemed that everything was alright. Shaking his head, he returned to the living room and continued his writing.

Three minutes later, the bathroom door opened, and Momoka Kawara walked in wearing sandals.

"Talent, I'm so thirsty after taking a shower. Do you have any alcohol? Get me some."

Sakurakoji Sai didn't even look up, replying irritably, "You're thirsty because you've been drinking, aren't you? Give me some water, or milk if you really can't."

"Ugh, so stingy!"

"Being stingy is not allowed either; in short, no more drinking."

"Then I need you to get it for me, I don't want to move right now~"

He felt that she was particularly fond of acting coquettish after drinking, so he reluctantly stopped typing, got up and went straight to the refrigerator, took out a carton of iced milk, and walked to the sofa where she was.

"Here—Ugh!!"

"What are you doing, making such a fuss? It'll disturb the neighbors late at night." Kawara Momoka frowned in displeasure and took the milk from his hand.

"...This is a detached house, so this volume shouldn't disturb the neighbors." Sakurakoji Sai moved his eyes, which had widened involuntarily just moments before, to the side and asked guiltily, "Momoka-san, don't you feel like you've forgotten something?"

"Ha—that feels good! What?" After taking a sip of iced milk and feeling refreshed, she looked at him and asked in confusion.

"For example, what should I do after wiping my body?"

"?" Momoka Kawahara narrowed her eyes and frowned, trying hard to remember. After a while, she slapped her palm and said in a daze, "Oh, it's sleeping, right?"

"You're so nagging! I was just cooling off outside, I got too hot from soaking in the water for too long!"

"I'll be going back to my room to sleep soon, don't rush me!"

"No, it's not that, it's a much more serious problem..." Sakurakoji Sai murmured, speechless.

He swore that this was the first time in his life he had been so shocked and stunned, except when he learned of his reincarnation and his physical problems.

"Okay, okay, I'll go in now, alright? Seriously, why are you being as noisy as Nina!"

"Waaah! Goodnight!"

She finished the rest of the milk in one gulp, put down the milk carton, and got up to go to her room.

Sakurakoji couldn't help but look at her departing figure, imprinting her ever-beautiful yet now even more alluring image in his mind before quickly looking away, muttering, "That's why I said, people who can't hold their liquor shouldn't force themselves to drink."

Then, as if remembering something, his expression changed, and he rushed to the bathroom, grabbed her towel and a change of clothes, and ran to her room.

"At least take these things with you! Otherwise, how am I supposed to explain myself tomorrow morning!"

Fortunately, her room door wasn't locked, or perhaps she didn't have the habit of locking it. Anyway, after opening the door and feasting his eyes on the view, he handed her a few things.

"Oh, I forgot to take it, thank you."

After receiving her thanks, he pressed his hand against his rapidly beating heart and silently closed the door for her.

Back in the living room, he stood there in silence for a long time. Ten minutes later, he let out his loudest and longest sigh of the day.

He dejectedly shut down his computer, turned off the lights, and went back to his room. He couldn't do anything tonight.

……

The next morning, after rubbing her eyes, which were still a little tired, Sakurakoji walked into the living room.

"Good morning, how did you sleep last night?" Momoka Kawaharaki, who was already up, was sitting on the sofa, wiping and polishing her guitar. She greeted him casually as he walked in.

"...Not good." Seeing that she seemed fine, Sakurakoji looked away somewhat embarrassed.

Although it wasn't his fault, he saw it, and that's that.

Although the other person's body might not be as beautiful as his, for some reason, she exuded an indescribable charm that made him unable to forget her for a long time while lying in bed.

"Really? I slept quite well. Do you have trouble sleeping in your own bed?" She seemed to have completely forgotten about last night, showing no emotional fluctuation whatsoever.

"...I don't think so."

"Well, that's true, but I don't remember anything from last night either. Every time I drink too much, I feel like I've lost my memory for a while the next day, and I still feel a bit nauseous." She scratched the corner of her mouth with her finger, opened her pink lips, her eyebrows relaxed, and her expression was somewhat embarrassed.

She was somewhat aware of her own problems in this regard.

"Nothing happened last night, right? Did I cause you any trouble?"

"It is a bit troublesome, but not that kind of trouble..." Recalling the scene last night, a flush rose on his face again.

"Oh, I'm sorry. It's always like this, but I just can't help it. I guess it's one of my bad habits." With a smile, Momoka Kawara clasped her hands together in apology.

"If you don't mind, I have no objection..."

"Actually, I don't even remember how I got back to my room last night. There was a bath towel on the bed and a milk carton on the coffee table in the living room. I guess I went back after taking a shower, wrapped myself in the bath towel, drank the milk, and then went back," she guessed.

“…That’s right, that’s exactly it!” Sakurakoji Sai nodded firmly.

"Is that so? That's good. I'm so glad I didn't cause you any major trouble!"

Looking at her clean and relaxed smile, Sakurakoji Sai felt a pang of heartache, but some things were better left unknown.

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Volume 1: The Daily Life of Attracting Bees and Butterflies: Chapter 96 The Band Manager's First Job

"By the way, what about lunch today?"

As noon approached, Sakurakoji, who was still busy writing in the living room, finally heard Momoka Kawaragi's question.

"I'm fine with anything, as long as it's your treat."

"Hey~ It's my treat again? Why?"

Her meaning was clearly that you, a young master, are always thinking about having others treat you.

“Because I asked ‘Is there food?’ before I came yesterday, not ‘Is there food for dinner tonight?’” Sakurakoji Sai smiled kindly at her. “So, I’ll be relying on you for my three meals a day while I’m in Kawasaki.”

"Gulp...you despicable fellow who loves playing word games." Momoka Kawahara puffed out her cheeks, feeling extremely annoyed.

"Okay, okay, but I won't take you to a restaurant like last night every day! A regular fast food place will do."

"Of course, don't let my appearance fool you, I'm actually not picky about food and am very easy to feed."

"That's quite surprising." Momoka Kawara looked at him with surprise.

Anyone who sees him would probably assume that he only eats high-end food at five-star restaurants, and after meals he would have a fancy dessert and fruit to rinse his mouth. Of course, everything he eats, wears, and uses must be the best.