Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

If, with this support, Kintokuhara Kanata can bring greater benefits to the family, then it's not a big deal for him to break the contract.

Fortunately, Guidehara Kanata succeeded.

By simply borrowing the intelligence department and media system of the Guide Yuan Group, such a huge amount of profit was achieved for the Guide Yuan Group.

With this achievement, although the Kintokuhara Zaibatsu may not have developed into the all-powerful Kurogane family in Japan, it is undoubtedly the largest Zaibatsu in Japan.

So what happened afterward was just a formality.

His daughter had already given him a perfect answer, so of course he wouldn't try to restrict her anymore.

"Yeah, that's good."

Makoto Haramura nodded as well.

He was quite satisfied with this situation. He had actually thought it would be like in a movie or TV show, where he would absolutely refuse to comply with the father of the person in question and would have to go to their door to prove his strength.

This saves him a lot of trouble, which is definitely a good thing for him.

"Yes, that's exactly why. I mentioned it briefly, and my father immediately put aside the travel plans of other family members during this time period and moved us to the front."

This island isn't just for people from the Guide Yuan Group to vacation on.

For people in high society like them, almost every property they acquire has a specific purpose.

Just like this island, it is often used to entertain distinguished foreign guests for vacation.

A symbol showcasing the strength of the Guide Yuan Group.

"However, even though that's what I said, you should still make arrangements as soon as possible."

"Otherwise, I might have very few opportunities to meet your father in the future."

Makoto Haramura was still typing reminders.

Kanata Kitahara is indeed not in a hurry now, but Makoto Haramura has already done most of what he needed to do in this world.

Although it's only just begun, once this trend has started, it's unlikely to stop.

He has already done what the White Demon asked him to do.

So even without the trip organized by Kanata Katori, he was still planning to organize a trip and explain his intention to leave during the journey.

Then he would explain the real situation to the two or three people he had his eye on, and make them his subordinates to help him collect information about the world.

Therefore, it is almost impossible for Kanata's father to see him again after he leaves this world.

"Actually, there's no need to meet with my father."

Lying on the recliner, Kanata Kinomoto gently shook her head. The message she sent to Makoto Haramura suddenly included a cute smiley face emoticon.

"Actually, my mother will arrive at another villa tonight."

"After hearing about you from her father, she became very interested in you, so she quickly arranged her schedule."

"So do you have time tonight? If so, please meet with my mother."

The meaning seems to have changed.

Makoto Haramura did not expose Kanata Kintoku's little scheme.

If it's to meet her father, it can only be considered helping out, and perhaps it's mixed with the intention of testing the son-in-law.

But if it's meeting her mother, then it's simply a mother-in-law meeting her son-in-law.

Moreover, he also has a girlfriend and a gentle senior sister by his side.

No matter how I look at it, meeting tonight is probably going to be a hassle.

However, Makoto Haramura still typed "OK" on his phone.

The two chatted like this, and time flew by.

Right next to Makoto Haramura, under an open parasol, was a girl wearing an apron.

Indeed, even though this is a beach, the girl in the apron keeps casting her gaze on Makoto Haramura's bare belly, while her other hand is drawing on the drawing board.

This is something that has already been agreed upon.

He promised to bring Sarah Bradley to the beach and then drew inspiration from her swimsuit.

Therefore, when Kanata Kiteku planned this trip, Makoto Haramura sent an invitation to that useless painter.

Stella was aware of this incident, so she wasn't angry.

That's why he didn't go into the sea with Stella and the others, but instead leisurely lay on a beach chair.

It's because he was lying there that he also served as a model.

He just needs to lie down; there's no need for any particular pose. After all, all Sarah needs from him is his well-proportioned body and face.

"Snapped--"

Makoto Haramura was so engrossed in chatting that he completely forgot he was a model and that someone was drawing him.

Until he heard that sudden 'snap' sound.

Makoto Haramura suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound. Then he saw Sarah, who should have been sitting in a chair drawing for him, fall headfirst onto the beach.

He immediately gestured for a stop towards the area beyond Guide Hara.

He then quickly got up and walked towards Sarah.

The distance wasn't far, just a dozen or so steps, and Makoto Haramura arrived beside Sarah.

He usually hid indoors, which caused his skin to turn pale and covered in sand.

Her face was as red as a red apple, somewhat like she had a high fever.

Considering today's temperature and this guy's frail constitution...

"It's probably heatstroke."

"I bet this guy has never been outside for this long in this kind of weather before."

With just a glance, Makoto Haramura knew exactly what was wrong with this woman.

Then, Makoto Haramura didn't care about anything else. He simply bent down, picked Sarah up from the sandpit she had fallen into, and walked towards the water house built on the beach for people to rest.

The beach chairs are placed quite a distance from the beach.

Therefore, Sarah's fall and Makoto Haramura's departure seemed to go unnoticed by others.

After all, everyone is doing different things. Some people are even riding jet skis and speeding across the sea. They don't have time to pay attention to Makoto Haramura.

"boom--"

The actions were extremely rough.

Showing absolutely no mercy, Makoto Haramura tossed Sarah, whom he was holding, onto the bed as if he were discarding a heavy object.

"what!!"

The girl, who was still unconscious, let out a soft moan.

"My back, my back is going to break."

"My bones are very fragile."

The next second, Sarah's screams rang out.

She rolled around on the pristine white sheets, her hands pressed against her waist.

"He must have woken up halfway there."

"Still pretending to be asleep."

Makoto Haramura, on the other hand, sat down in the chair with a disgruntled expression.

Given his abilities, how could he not notice that Sarah's breathing had changed from rapid to even?

After all, they are sword-wielders.

Even if she is physically weak, she is still a Blade Master. A few minutes of rest will be enough for Sarah to recover.

"I wasn't pretending to be asleep."

"I'm awake, but my head is still spinning. I really couldn't stand up just now."

This woman usually speaks in a very self-centered way, without much of a womanly quality, but today she unusually showed a girl's coquettishness.

"Never mind, there are ice cubes in the refrigerator. If you still feel uncomfortable, just suck on one or two."

"I'll go back first."

Stella has not yet discovered it.

But if she finds out when she comes back, he has taken a girl back to his room.

This girl was Sarah, whom he had been keeping a close watch on for a long time. At that time, he was in big trouble.

"Wait, I want to go back too."

Seeing that Makoto Haramura was about to leave, Sarah hurriedly tried to get out of bed.

"What are you going back for? Aren't you still feeling dizzy?"

"But I haven't finished my painting yet."

"I haven't finished recording your physical characteristics yet."

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"You've been drawing for so long, haven't you finished yet?"

Although he didn't deliberately calculate it, he had been on the beach for at least two or three hours.

She didn't move an inch during that time, fully fulfilling her duties as a model.

After all this time, Sarah, the tentacle monster, is still not finished?

He knew how fast this woman could draw; she could create a portrait that was indistinguishable from the real person in just a few dozen seconds.

"Draw carefully, draw with more care."

Sarah struggled to get out of bed and said to Makoto Haramura with a serious expression.

"This is a crucial opportunity to complete my father's legacy, and I absolutely cannot waste it."

"I know, I know."

Makoto Haramura covered his head.

"How much longer will it take you to completely record everything?"

He had already agreed to help the woman complete the painting.

Under the current circumstances, it is clearly unrealistic to take this woman back to the beach to continue completing the painting.

Even if this woman has recovered now, if we take her back to the beach, she will probably faint again very quickly.

He still has a lot to do.

There wasn't enough free time to go and change into swim trunks for Sarah to be a nude model.

"Well, without being able to touch the actual object and only being able to imagine it, it will take at least three more hours."

Sarah's eyes were fixed on Haramura Makoto's neatly arranged abdominal muscles, devoid of lust, her expression utterly sincere.

"Does painting require touching the actual object? Isn't it enough to just see it?"

"Are you kidding me?"

Makoto Haramura, however, seemed quite suspicious.

This was the first time he had ever heard such an absurd statement as that it's difficult to draw something without touching it in person.

He's really suspicious now.

Honestly, if it weren't for the fact that there was no lust in Sarah's eyes, he would have really thought that Sarah was abusing her power for personal gain.

"Of course, I'm an absolute realist."

"I need to pursue realism in everything—real hardness, real feel, and so on."

Sarah answered with absolute certainty, as if it were indeed true.