Master of the Machete Style Manga

Chapter 45 Summer Returns
The cool breeze gradually turned hot.

Ken Sakamoto opened his eyes, sweat pouring down his body.

I lifted the blanket, and the heat finally dissipated. The air from the air conditioner blew on me, bringing a refreshing coolness.

"Phew..." Kenjiro Sakamoto let out a long breath.

But before he could finish exhaling, he froze.

No, I was just lying on the tatami mat in my room, planning to take a nap.

Where are we now...?

The room was spacious, with a soft bed and air conditioning. The sunlight outside the window was intense, clearly indicating it was the height of summer.

The key question is, why is she still holding... in her arms?

Haruna? !
Looking down, I saw the girl lying on her side, fast asleep.

Her body was slightly curled up, and she was only wearing a black slip dress that was as thin as a cicada's wing.

One of her shoulder straps had slipped down, revealing her round, fair shoulder. The neckline of her nightgown was very low, rising and falling slightly with her steady breathing. She wasn't wearing any extra clothes underneath, so her skin was completely exposed.

She sniffed lightly, as if sensing something. Her moist lips moved unconsciously, and her long eyelashes fluttered gently like butterfly wings, but she did not wake up. Her sleeping face appeared completely unguarded.

It gives people the illusion that they can do anything to her now.

He had been holding her while she slept, and Sakamoto Ken could even smell a sweet scent that smelled like citrus mixed with milk.

It wasn't her natural body odor, it was just the smell of the shower gel in her house.

Incidentally... this smell was also one of the reasons he was exposed later. How should I put it, women's noses are too sensitive.

So Sakamoto Ken's lesson is that when taking a bath at another woman's house, it's best not to use her usual shower gel and shampoo. Unfortunately, he didn't get a chance to put it into practice last time before he died.

Upon seeing the girl in front of him, Ken Sakamoto's body seemed to react faster than his brain, raising an alarm first.

But the question is, how could it be her?

Ken Sakamoto looked around, memories flooding back.

This is Haruna's tower apartment in Chiyoda Ward. She originally lived there alone, but he moved in with her for a while afterward.

Haruna mainly wanted to catch him and urge him to update, so she used all sorts of props, including handcuffs and whips.

But I remember that I wasn't very fast at drawing back then, and it wasn't easy to keep up with the weekly drafts.

This guy used furry handcuffs to cuff his feet to the chair leg, and he wasn't allowed to get up until he finished drawing. He could only hold it in if he wanted to go to the toilet.

And what about herself?
She would deliberately dress very lightly and sit next to him to supervise, her feet often resting on his legs, making it impossible for Sakamoto Ken to concentrate on his drawing.

The manga "Young Lady, Sniper Rifle, and Pantyhose!" was drawn under such harsh creative conditions, which is truly remarkable.

Now, Ken Sakamoto is suddenly a little worried. Could it be that he has traveled back in time again?

No way! I started taking advantage of Fujimoto Itsuki in 2015, and things were just starting to look up. If you give it back to me, wouldn't that just lead me into another mess?

If this were a game, and I were to start over from 2015, Ken Sakamoto would be absolutely confident that he could beat it.

But once a certain point in 2016 passed, which was the beginning of his descent into this, it became hellishly difficult.

Sakamoto Ken pinched his face hard and was surprised to feel pain, which made him a little panicked.

Carefully lifting one side of the blanket, Kenjiro Sakamoto realized that he was not wearing anything.

I slowly got out of bed, wanting to check out the room and see what was happening outside.

This action probably startled the girl.

She turned over, her nightgown curving alluringly around her body with the movement, and then slowly opened her eyes.

Her slightly bewildered eyes first scanned the surroundings blankly, then the next second, her gaze landed on Sakamoto Kenji, who was pointing at her with great enthusiasm. Her pupils first dilated slightly, then narrowed, as if she were curiously examining a cat that had just acquired some novel toy.

Without any attempt to hide it, and even with a hint of scrutiny, he then shifted his gaze upwards, and the two met eyes.

"Eh?"

Haruna first let out a soft "hmm," then suddenly jolted awake and sat bolt upright in bed.

"You, you, you...?!" Haruna pointed at Sakamoto Ken, her eyes wide, and uttered "you" several times, but the rest of the words stuck in her throat.

She clutched her chest and took a few deep breaths, her brows furrowed as if she were deep in thought.

By this time, Ken Sakamoto had already picked up the clothes he had left at the foot of the bed, put them on, and gotten out of bed.

After scanning the room, his gaze eventually returned to Mikazuki Haruna.

She was still staring wide-eyed, even looking at his waist, though he was already wearing it.

Haruna looked around, puzzled, and muttered something under her breath.

“Sakamoto Ken?” she tried to say the name.

Ken Sakamoto's gaze immediately returned to her face.

“It really is…” Mikazuki Haruna looked at Sakamoto Ken and muttered to herself, “He’s really handsome, just like I remember him.”

She patted her forehead, and the confusion on her face immediately turned into a... mischievous smile.

It looks like I had that dream again. I've been dreaming about those things a lot these past few nights.

However, I feel that today's experience is particularly real.

Mikazuki Haruna threw off the covers and stood up directly on the bed.

As she stood up, her nightgown unfurled, cascading down like a black waterfall. The nightgown was short and rather alluring, not a conventional style, barely covering the most essential parts of her body.

Her small, fair feet landed on the soft mattress, her toes slightly curled to maintain balance, and then she took a step and came to Sakamoto Fitness.

"Although I don't know why, but..."

Haruna pursed her lips, a hint of malice in her eyes. She grabbed the boy's collar, stood on tiptoe, and whispered in Sakamoto Ken's ear.

"Jian, you promised to take a nap, why are you up already?"

Ken Sakamoto raised his hand and grasped the girl's hand in return, looking directly into her eyes as he considered various possibilities.

If this is just a dream about last week's timeline, then it doesn't matter what you say or do.

But what if?
What if I've returned to a point in time from last week's game?
Then we must be careful with our words and actions...

Sakamoto Ken hesitated for two seconds, then said, "I suddenly remembered that I haven't finished the manuscript yet, I have to go and finish it."

However, Mikazuki Haruna was even more exciting.

All the memories of that dream flooded my mind, and the sense of loss I felt upon waking up to find myself surrounded by emptiness brought up a whole new set of emotions.

Anyway, it was just a dream during my afternoon nap.

Since the person in front of him was Ah Jian, the Ah Jian who was so close to him in his dream.

So……

Never mind that.

She grabbed Sakamoto Ken and pulled him close, wrapping her arms around his neck and clinging to him.

"What deadline are you rushing for? You're rushing me!"

(End of this chapter)