manga artist Kirito

"Let me go, Akasaka!"

"Wako-chan, who came today? They're really hot-tempered."

"Ah! Don't let me find a chance, or I'll definitely let you taste what it means to be a flower in full bloom!"

To be honest, Akane Kosaka had some training. Normally, Kirito could easily pin her down on his knees and have sex with her, but the effects of alcohol on him were really significant. Not only did his head throb, but he also felt weak and unable to resist... It was very difficult.

"I'm really looking forward to it~ Kazuko-chan." Akane Kousaka smiled slightly, a hint of disdain in her eyes. She wasn't worried at all about Kirito's threat; in fact, she seemed quite eager to try.

After all, it's been so many years since they met, she knows Kirito's personality all too well. In Akane's opinion, besides doing some rather lewd things, Kirito is all talk and no action. If he were to actually do it… ah, this Kirito is probably a fake. They've at least slept in the same bed, although when she woke up the next day she found that this Kirito hadn't done anything except rest his head on her chest…

"You... Hey, this isn't a wig?!" Startled, Kirito grabbed his hair, trying to pull it off, but found it only caused him pain; there was absolutely no sign of it coming off. "You..."

"Well, to make the plan even more perfect, we naturally have to make a greater sacrifice, right?" Akane Kosaka stroked her black hair, which used to be past her knees but was now only waist-length, with a smug smile on her face. "I've worked so hard to grow my hair this long, and this time I'm putting it all on you, Kazuko-chan, so you have to take good care of me... Hmm, you should cherish it."

"Should I say thank you?" Kirito suppressed the urge to beat up Akane Kousaka, his forehead covered in black lines. Ugh, how come I never knew you were so annoying?

“That’s only natural.” Akane Kousaka looked directly into Kirito’s eyes, not finding anything wrong with his expression, and even showed a satisfied look. “It was worth all the hard work I put into growing my hair out for this. Sometimes I really felt it was too long, but now it’s perfect, all transferred to Kazuko-chan. I must say, Ayane’s technique is excellent, there’s not a single sign of hair extensions or damage to the hair, it’s simply perfect!”

Kirito frowned, pursed his lips, and opened his mouth as if to speak, "Ah...ah..."

"No need for thanks. Considering our relationship, thank you is completely unnecessary," Akane Kosaka said impatiently, frowning.

"...Aaaaaah, Arigato, your whole family!"

"You're like family to me~"

"Today I'm going to act on behalf of heaven and slap you until you're a black man!" He reached out to grab Akane Kosaka's chest, but something felt off. Although it was still soft, it felt much smaller... Hey, can breasts shrink?

“It’s a breast wrap… Also, you should let go now, otherwise if I cling to you, you won’t have anywhere to run away, I’m telling you.” Akane Kosaka raised her eyebrows, her expression somewhat exaggerated, as if she was dissatisfied.

"Why are you so shameless?!" Kirito paused slightly, softened his tone, and released his grip on Akane Kousaka's chest. "Your behavior of randomly acknowledging husbands is not something to be encouraged. There are some shameless women in this era, especially at your age where it's hard to find a partner. When they see someone handsome and gentle, they immediately say that you have to take responsibility for me... To be honest, I don't want you to develop such a habit."

"Of course, there aren't many men who dare to talk to you much, so I'm not too worried. If you really can't stand it, you can actually talk to me. Although it's unlikely that I'll give myself to you, if you're willing to kneel down and lick my toes and call me 'Master Kiritani,' perhaps... Ouch! You're grabbing my butt... Don't go any higher, I can't let my lineage be ruined in your hands!!"

"Uh, although I feel it's not good to interrupt at this time, but Captain, Fujiwara-senpai, we've already entered the embassy parking lot, and British diplomats are walking this way... Please, Captain and Fujiwara-senpai, be patient. We can do this kind of thing when we get home." The driver was still Ichigo, who had seen everything that had happened through the rearview mirror and was expressionless at the moment.

Damn it! I'll never be your driver again, not only do I not get any benefits, but I also get forced to eat dog food...

By the way, if anyone ever says that the relationship between the captain and Fujiwara-senpai is just that of an older sister and a younger brother, I will definitely spit a mouthful of salt water at them!

"Strawberry, what did you just see?" Releasing her grip on Kirito's tattered clothes, Akane Kosaka calmly straightened her clothes. Her indifferent gaze was extremely oppressive, making Strawberry feel a sudden, sharp pain.

"Reporting, Commander! I've been driving carefully the whole way, I haven't seen or heard anything!" Strawberry said expressionlessly, clearly having watched the show for a long time.

"Very good! I hope you continue to drive attentively and don't pay attention to anything else," Akane Kosaka said approvingly.

"Yes, Commander!" Miss Strawberry quickly got out of the car and opened the door. This must be what it means to collude with the evil forces, right?

"...Fuck you!" Kirito's lips twitched as he looked at the look coming from Strawberry. He suddenly wanted to beat this junior to death. What should he do?

"...Kousaka, you can go to the party at your leisure. Ichigo, take me home now, immediately!"

"That won't do. I said I would bring a cute female companion. If you leave halfway, I'll be so embarrassed."

Anyway, I'm not ashamed!

130

[NO.128 Kiriko: This is my turn]

To be honest, there's nothing more frustrating than waking up to find yourself dressed in women's clothing. If there is, it's not just being dressed in women's clothing, but also having to go out and show your face in public.

Is this kind of humiliating play interesting?

"Actually, this is quite interesting, at least that's what I think." Akane Kosaka smoothed a strand of hair from her forehead, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Besides, even if you, Kazuko-chan, wanted to go back now, you couldn't!"

"Ugh, what are you trying to do, you woman with such a perverse sense of humor?" Kirito shifted his gaze from the white stockings on his legs, raising an eyebrow slightly. "So, I look pretty good in white stockings after all... wait, no, Kousaka can say something like that with such certainty, she must have plenty of confidence..."

But then again, it makes sense. Even though Ichigo is a junior, with Kousaka around, I would definitely follow Kousaka's orders first. In the current situation, even if I wanted to go back, I probably couldn't... Don't even mention walking back. Who knows how to get from the embassy to the apartment? Getting a ride is even more impossible. This isn't the embassy that gets bombed all the time; there's no way there would be a car at the entrance.

So, is going in the only option?

But then again, why does it always feel like this is just self-comfort?

"How could you say that to me, Kazuko-chan? I'm doing this all for your own good, to connect with more people in the industry and expand your network..." As she said this, a strange glint flashed in Akane Kosaka's eyes. "Even if Kazuko-chan fails in the future, she can still choose to work in a crossdressing brothel. This is just a practice run."

Just how miserable does a genius, who is also an erotic illustrator and manga artist, and countless other professions, have to be so destitute that they have to work as a sanitation worker in a crossdressing brothel?

"Stop joking, I really will slap you! I'm not kidding, Kousaka, you better listen carefully!"

"You should call her Akane-neechan, not Akasaka Akasaka. Doesn't that sound too formal? You can call Yukino Haruno directly."

Do you mean I should call you Sinai?

"Ah, let's not waste time. Asuna is waiting for me at home. Let's hurry up and end this boring party." Kirito smoothed a strand of hair behind his ear, switching off his deadpan expression, though his tone remained as lifeless as ever.

"This hair is such a hassle. Find me a barbershop and parking when you get back..."

"No! This is my hair. You need my permission to cut it!"

"But now it's growing on my head... I mean, why didn't you just wear a wig in the first place? It's such a hassle."

"If it's a wig, then if you just take the wig off, you won't be able to attend the party..."

"You mean to watch the show, right? That's it, isn't it? Absolutely! You woman... no wonder you're almost thirty and still can't find a boyfriend, it's all because of your awful personality." After roughly straightening his clothes, Kirito glanced at Akane Kousaka, whose face had become quite unpleasant, and a rare sense of pleasure welled up inside him.

"Be smarter..." Akane's eyes twitched. Although she was very annoyed, she knew Kirito's emotions and psychology. This guy was the kind of person you couldn't push too hard, otherwise the consequences would be uncontrollable. Only if he occasionally felt like he had gotten the better of him could the plan continue.

"Ah, I understand." Kirito casually scratched his head and followed closely behind Akane Kousaka as they got out of the car.

Generally speaking, modern cocktail parties don't usually feature people wearing kimonos, since evening gowns and princess dresses are the norm. I don't know if Akane Kosaka lost her mind or what, but she actually wore a kimono... Would it kill her to be casual? Wearing a kimono, you can't even take big steps!

Uh, women don't usually walk in the way of the road, could it be because of the restrictions of kimonos?

"Long time no see, President Kurosaka!"

Somewhat unexpectedly, it wasn't a diplomat who came to pick them up, but his wife, Sayuri Sawamura (actually, she forgot what Eriri's father's name was). She's a hardcore fujoshi (female fan of male-male romance), and Eriri's charming personality largely comes from her. Although her daughter Eriri is almost of marriageable age, Sayuri still wears pigtails similar to her daughter's. It's not exactly trying to look young, since she does look quite young... but in the end, she's still a middle-aged woman.

There must be quite a few people here who like the "housewife" type, right?

Incidentally, Sayuri Sawamura's breasts seem to be no different from Eriri's... so there is indeed a possibility that this is hereditary.

"It has indeed been a long time." Akane Kosaka and Sayuri Sawamura seemed to have a good relationship, so she greeted them very casually.

"The gentleman is inside attending to the guests. President Kurosaka, please speak with... Uh, this gentleman...?"

"Kiritani Kazuko, the super popular author of Rouge en rouge, Fujiwara Tsukuyuki!" As if she were showing off her daughter at a company party, Kosaka Akane proudly pushed Kirito, whose eyes were actually covered by his bangs and covered in black lines, in front of her and introduced him with a smile.

No! That's not true! The author of "Black Album" is Kousaka. I was at most a source of material. And my pen name isn't Fujiwara Tsukuyuki, but Fujiwara Echizen. Please don't believe this woman's words, thank you!

"So this is the author of 'Black Album'! It's unbelievable that someone so young could create such a work, and the game it's based on is now a huge hit..." As a hardcore fangirl, Sayuri Sawamura naturally knows everything about the industry, and "Black Album" has recently become the hottest topic. Now that she's met the real person... she's getting the urge to send him a knife, hehe...

"But you're really cute, Kazuko-chan~ May I call you that?"

If possible, please do not call me that.

"You... Apu!" Before he could even finish speaking, Kirito was struck by Akane Kousaka's powerful blow, followed by the devil's whisper in his ear.

"Change my voice, do you want to expose yourself?"

"Are you trying to kill me? You almost hit my kidney!"

"Take your hands off my butt before you say that!"

In the shadows, where Sawamura Sayuri couldn't hear, Kirito and Kousaka Akane were exchanging angry words.

"Arno, is it not allowed?" Seeing Kirito suddenly fall silent, Sawamura Sayuri tilted her head and asked tentatively.

"Ah no, please be sure to call me that!" With her voice switching effortlessly, Kiriko smiled gently and bowed to Sawamura Sayuri with the demeanor of a Yamato Nadeshiko, "Greetings, Sayuri-neechan."

P.S.: It's a new month, time to get back to work!

By the way, feel free to shove all your razor blades into my shovel!

131

[NO.129 Eriri: This is my turn]

"Greetings, Sister Little Lily."

"Oh my, Kazuko-chan is so cute." Sawamura Sayuri smiled, quickly stepped forward, took Kiriko's hand, and walked into the courtyard. "But it's a bit strange that a girl Kazuko-chan's age would be at a party full of adults."

"...Actually, rather than attending the party, I'd rather stay home and write the ending of 'Black Album.' Because of the game adaptation, the novel hasn't been updated, so it's time to prepare the ending." Completely embracing the identity given to her by Akane Kousaka, Kiriko spoke gently, subtly setting a trap for Akane Kousaka.

Aren't you the author of "Black Album"? Didn't you stop updating? Now I'm making sure you go back and start writing and updating, so you won't bother me anymore.

“I see.” Sayuri Sawamura nodded in realization. “Because you put all your energy into adapting the game, you didn’t write the ending of the story. But Akane, you’re too hasty. Even if you finished the work first and then adapted the game, it wouldn’t make much difference.”

"...The ending might not be a good thing. It's not bad to drag it out for now." Akane Kousaka pretended to be calm, but actually wanted to kick Kiriko in the butt. Besides being the club president, Akane Kousaka had many other roles, and these roles only brought a huge workload. She finally had a short break, and now she had to go back to writing?

...I want to play games!

"Actually, the anime adaptation of 'Black Album' has recently started, and it might begin after the final volume is released." With her delicate chin covered by her small hand, Kiriko-chan glanced at Akane Kousaka, whose face was becoming increasingly pale, and said with a smile, "With such a huge workload, the release of the new work and going to school will probably have to be put on hold."

This perfect avoidance not only cut off Sawamura Sayuri's potential questions about which school she attended, but also added another workload to Kosaka Akane's workload—the anime adaptation of her work.

Akane Kosaka's lips twitched violently. She knew this guy wouldn't give up easily, but adapting a work into an anime is no easy task, much more complicated than adapting a game.

Of course, our own club has the ability to adapt works into anime, so there's no need to worry too much about any aspect. The only thing we need to worry about is... business explosion, damn it!

"It's going to be animated? I'm really looking forward to it." Sayuri Sawamura seemed to really like the work, and her smile widened even more after learning that it would be animated.

"Oh, by the way, my daughter is about the same age as you, Kazuko-chan, and she's also a young woman. Anyway, you wouldn't be very interested in adults' parties, so I'll have my daughter come down and keep you company later."

If possible, please don't do this. I'd rather sit in a corner and be invisible than see people I know.

"No need for all that trouble, Sayuri-neechan," Kiriko said with a faint smile. "Actually, I'm quite interested in these kinds of parties, since it's my first time..."

"Oh, that won't do. It's really not good to leave lovely Kazuko sitting alone in the corner watching the adults chat about business." With a slightly firm tone, Sayuri Sawamura seemed genuinely eager for Kazuko to meet Eriri.

Well, Kiriko thinks that Sawamura Sayuri might not be doing this because she thinks Sayuri is lonely, but because she wants her daughter to have more friends...maybe?

"Be good, Kazuko." With an expression that seemed to see right through her, Akane Kousaka reached out and ruffled Kiriko's hair. "Hmph, did you think I didn't know that the daughter of the British diplomat was actually your classmate and the head of the manga club? Now that you're meeting me in a different capacity, it'll be quite interesting, won't it?"

"I understand, Akane-nee." Kiriko gently pulled Akane's hand away and nodded. If Sayuri Sawamura had looked closely, she would have noticed a red mark on Akane's hand that Kiriko had removed.

To be honest, Akasaka, you're actually Aleister, aren't you? You know exactly where I've been, what I've done, and who I've met... Well, if we exclude Shizuka-sensei as a hidden character, it seems like only a stalker would suit you, right?

...No wonder, no wonder you and Haruno have so much in common, turns out you're both stalkers!

"Wait here for a moment, I'll go and call my daughter down."

"Ok."

Instantly switching to deadpan eyes, Kiriko, who had been incredibly elegant just moments before, reverted to her original state. "A European-style villa brimming with capitalist flair, with all sorts of expensive amenities and landscaping... It's definitely embezzlement, isn't it!"

"If you want to, Kazuko, just take out your salary card. You could easily buy three or five villas like these." Akane Kosaka smiled gently, then stood up and walked towards a more crowded area. "You can wait here for your classmate. I'm going to discuss some business first and will come back to you later—remember, no drinking, no disappearing, and no ignoring the phone."

"Ah, I know, stop with the nonsense, hurry up and finish this so you can take me home." Kiriko pulled a folding fan from her sleeve and looked around the noisy place. Judging from their expensive clothes, these people should all be your so-called upper class, but most of them are not young. You can't see anyone Kiriko's age even if you want to.

—What is the point of Kurosaka bringing me here?

Is it simply that you want me to experience the life of a woman?

Although she still couldn't understand Akane Kousaka's thought process, Kiriko was now hesitating whether to avoid the situation for a while. After all, if she continued to wait here, all she would get was Eriri. Eriri was someone she knew well, and the slightest disturbance might expose her.

Even though Twitter has long been labeled as erotic and cross-dressing, it's still just Twitter. If people knew that Fujiwara Echizen would still dress as a woman in public... the consequences would be unimaginable.

However, a woman's intelligence is not proportional to the size of her breasts. Although Eriri's breasts are small, her brain is not much better. She can probably only discover that her brain has been expanded and she has entered the legendary forbidden zone of God.

"Wako-chan~" Kiriko heard Sawamura Sayuri's voice from afar.

Turning my head, I saw Sawamura Sayuri running towards me with twin tails, and she was quite fast. However, the twin tails... I mean Eriri, seemed to be having a bad day. Just as she was about to reach Kirito, she tripped over her own feet and crashed into Kirito.

Naturally, Sawamura Sayuri, being the one who tricked her daughter, had already let go when she sensed something was wrong, and was now looking at the scene before her in astonishment.

"Hey, so much..."

P.S.: I need some razor blades (blades/knives)~

132

[NO.130 Something's Wrong (Bonus Chapter)]

Rumor has it that some people have a "divine fall physique," meaning that no matter what the reason for their fall, they always manage to land on a girl's private parts and unconsciously grope her. This is considered an amazing skill, and some even manage to steal a kiss from her. Not only will this not cause them to lose affection, but it will actually increase their affection level significantly.

Now, Eriri, who was forced by her mother to change into a dress and was dragged all the way out of the bedroom, naturally activated this skill and pounced on Kiriko, her face seemingly hitting something that was both slightly stiff and slightly soft.

To be honest, Eriri doesn't like attending the parties her father hosts, not only because they're boring, but also because they become tools for parents to compete with each other, and they waste a lot of playtime.

What's happening now makes Eriri even more certain that attending the party is not as good as playing games or drawing in her bedroom, but she should apologize first.

As Eriri propped herself up, she moved her head back slightly, revealing a flat chest, then a delicate face with slightly red eyes and a few tears at the corners. Moving her gaze slightly downwards, she could see pure white stockings and the fair skin revealed by the opening of her kimono...

"I-I'm sorry, I was in such a rush just now, I'm really sorry..." Her heart skipped a beat, and Eriri pushed herself up and quickly sat back. This was the first time Eriri had experienced such a scene, and she was already a little at a loss. When she saw the tears in the other person's eyes, Eriri was even more confused. What should she do next?

This person must be angry, right? They're even crying!