Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

To put it simply, if we were to describe Kitokuhara Kanata as a watermelon, then this woman would probably only be described as a winter melon.

It's very easy to figure this out.

Look at Sarah's outfit. Even though she's not wearing a bra, her chest is visibly a size larger than that of Kanata Kintoku.

As everyone knows, women's bras not only prevent sagging, but also help to lift and shape the breasts, making them appear more upright.

If it already looks like this even without wearing it, you can imagine what it would look like if you wore it.

There is no doubt that.

Sarah Labdelli is the Great Emperor of G.

"what--"

"Is it my body? There's no problem."

"As long as you let me draw, as long as you don't have to draw, you can keep this body for as long as you want."

He looks so dull and stupid, is he really that sensitive to stares at this moment?

Haramura Makoto's lips twitched. His gaze lingered on the woman's chest for at most a second, yet she noticed it.

"Sorry, whatever your reason, my body is only for my girlfriend to see."

"So let's not say things that could be misunderstood, Miss Sarah."

"Heartbeat" is certainly an appealing suggestion.

Even Makoto Haramura, who has now completely lost his morals, couldn't resist the temptation and was momentarily moved.

But the problem is that Stella is right next to him.

With so many people around, how could he possibly agree to her request here? It would damage his upright image.

Stella immediately nodded in satisfaction.

She knew that her boyfriend wasn't that kind of pervert. After all, their harmonious life together was mostly due to her taking the initiative. Her boyfriend couldn't possibly be attracted to this woman just because she had big breasts.

Kanata Kitoku, who was standing to the side, nodded to himself.

Although she is currently willing to be a mistress, she has never considered having a fourth or fifth mistress.

No matter what, a man only has one organ, and he can't possibly divide it into several parts for several men to share.

"Hmm, is this not allowed either?"

Sarah's disappointment was palpable.

But then, as if she had suddenly thought of something, she pulled a checkbook out of the pocket in front of her apron.

"I'm very rich, how about I give you money?"

"So, is one hundred million enough? Or two hundred million? Three hundred million?"

Good guy.

Wow, young lady, you're so approachable!

There is no doubt that Sarah does indeed possess such financial resources.

As a world-renowned painter, each of her paintings can easily sell for nearly 100 million yuan.

The so-called "bloodstained Leonardo da Vinci" is not just a figure of speech.

She is truly hailed as the modern-day Leonardo da Vinci.

"Stop joking around here."

"It's just a small amount of money. With the support of our Guide Yuan Consortium, Yuan Cun's junior brother doesn't need such things."

After listening for so long, Kintokuhara Kanata finally couldn't sit still any longer, stepped forward, and said sternly.

"Isn't this okay?"

Sarah's expression clearly fell.

Now, she had no idea how to get Haramura Makoto to obediently take off his clothes.

She had no other choice.

Her physical allure was useless, her money was useless, and she couldn't even beat this man, so she couldn't forcibly take him back to her studio.

Sarah's expression now resembles that of a child who has completely lost their dreams.

“You seem very persistent. I don’t see any lust in your eyes, Sarah Labdelli.”

"Then where does your obsession with me come from?"

Makoto Haramura was very curious about this.

In fact, it wasn't just Makoto Haramura who was curious about this; everyone else was just as curious, which is why Stella didn't react further and waited for Sarah's answer.

Sarah perked up immediately when the topic was brought up.

Her previous listless demeanor vanished as if by magic, replaced by an irrepressible excitement.

“I, I want you to be my nude model.”

"..."

"???"

"..."

Speechless, confused, and incomprehensible expressions appeared almost simultaneously on the faces of Makoto Haramura, Touka Toudou, Stella, and Kanata Kintoku.

"Actually, there's a painting I absolutely want to finish."

"For this painting, I have been searching for the most perfect and standard model in my mind."

"I couldn't find a model for so many years before."

"But now I've finally found it."

"May I?"

Hands clasped together, hopeful eyes.

Sarah is now taking a different approach to get Makoto Haramura to agree.

With both the greatest weapon a woman possesses and the greatest weapon in society failing, Sarah finally came up with another way.

That is to win over Makoto Haramura's sympathy, to make him feel sorry for him, so that he can no longer refuse him.

"Of course not."

Stella once again provided an answer for Makoto Haramura.

Are you kidding me? Making your boyfriend a nude model for someone else?

She has no interest in that.

"Alright, Sarah, let's go back."

"It's embarrassing."

Rinna Kazamatsuri, who was behind Sarah, finally couldn't hold back any longer.

More and more eyes were turning to her, and she felt like she was about to lose face.

“She’s just a nude model. If you really want her, Sarah, I’ll make a wish for you after the Seven Star Sword Dance Festival.”

"Although the way it might be achieved might be by accident or something, seeing his naked body will definitely help you achieve it."

Without a doubt, the one who made this voice was none other than Shinomiya Amane.

"You really dare to say that, trash."

"It seems that holding back last time made you take your own strength for granted."

Makoto Haramura stared down at Amane Shinomiya from his high vantage point, his gaze almost freezing her completely.

Indeed, just as Shinomiya Amane said.

Compared to taking Haramura Makoto's life, merely seeing his body is indeed insignificant.

It was as if he had accidentally wandered into the bathroom, or as if Makoto Haramura's zipper had accidentally popped open.

And Sarah happened to witness it all, so isn't that quite reasonable?

"At the Seven Star Sword Dance Festival, I will give you a lesson that you will never forget. I will make you realize that your ability to control fate is not as useful as you think."

He shifted his gaze and looked at Sarah.

"I can grant your request as well."

"But the prerequisite is that you have to beat me in the Seven Star Sword Dance Festival. If you lose, you'll have to come to my side."

Chapter 114 Sarah's Value

The next day!

At dawn, a massive influx of people poured into the bay.

Almost all tourists who come to this area arrive today at the giant dome-shaped arena by the sea from all directions.

Millions of tourists have made this bay area come alive, creating a scene so lively it's almost as if the sky has been lifted off its feet.

Even in the scorching heat of midsummer, nothing can dampen people's enthusiasm.

"Honestly, it gets incredibly crowded every year around this time. Aren't there any better spots?"

"This is clearly the venue for the Seven Star Sword Dance Festival competition."

Holding a parasol, sitting in the only VIP seat in the audience with a large, sheltered terrace, Kanata Tokuhara complained incessantly.

"Hey, this is already pretty good."

Rabbit smiled and squinted her eyes, picked up a cherry from the table and put it in her mouth.

Compared to those seats exposed to the scorching sun, these seats are far more than just comfortable.

"There's no other way; after all, for many people, preserving tradition is the most important thing."

"So even though this arena has been around for fifty years and has become dilapidated, it's just been a matter of repairing the exterior and upgrading the protective measures."

Suicheng Lei crossed his arms and said in a buzzing voice.

Japanese people have this problem.

What about century-old shops, what about centuries-old traditions, and so on.

With today's technology and economy, many owners of old shops choose to keep their shops in a dilapidated state to showcase their history.

The stage for the Seven Star Sword Dance Festival is the same.

Even though all the schools now use fully enclosed arenas, the Seven Star Sword Dance Festival still uses the open-air arena from fifty years ago.

It can be said to have no redeeming qualities whatsoever.

No, that's not right!

It does have one advantage, which is that the arena is large enough.

It was built fifty years ago and was designed to accommodate more than 100,000 spectators.

However, it is precisely because of this that it has never been rebuilt.

"Yes."

"And we are much more comfortable than those audience members who have to stand in the scorching sun to watch the big screens on the street."

Yuba Foam, equally relaxed and content, sat in her chair, popping grapes into her mouth one by one.

"Thank you so much, Kanata!"

"It's nothing, it's just a few tickets."

Kidehara Kanata waved his hand dismissively.

That's what they say, but if you look closely at the people sitting around here, apart from them, aren't they all children of important figures in Japan?

"But is Iron Girl the only one playing today?"

Rabbit looked ahead and saw Haramura Makoto, Stella, Toudou Touka, and Kurogane Ikki sitting in front of her.