manga artist Kirito

Being mistaken for a girl isn't a one-off thing...

Of course, there were dissatisfactions and frustrations.

But it seems to be of little use. After all, the other party is just a shop assistant. This isn't some adult film where the slightest mistake by the other party can trigger the main event—yes, this is a serious book, please don't associate it with that kind of plot.

Kiritani Sangzai carefully examined the girl's face, extremely puzzled. "You don't look like a blind pioneer, so how did you go blind at such a young age? I think you need to apologize for what you just said."

The shop assistant forced a smile, but the embarrassment and subtle dissatisfaction in her eyes remained. Nevertheless, she still apologized, "I'm so sorry, sir!"

“…All I heard was your attempt to punch me in the face.” Kiritani sighed, then shook his head. “Never mind, it’s not that important anyway, let’s leave it at that.”

Kasumigaoka Utaha, standing next to her, twitched her eyebrows. This is nothing? You've forced someone to apologize to you!

"I suggest you be more careful next time," Kiritani-san kindly advised the shop assistant. "That's just how the world is these days. No matter how cute someone is, you can't be sure of their gender until you see what kind of organs they have down there."

"Please don't do this, sir..." With an increasingly strained expression, the shop assistant began to hesitate, wondering if she should call the police.

Kasumigaoka Utaha, her legs trembling, saw the situation getting worse and worse, and without hesitation, she strode into the store, seemingly not wanting to be mistaken for being with this girl.

Honestly, having someone like this around who doesn't care about the situation and can blurt out dirty jokes anytime, anywhere is truly painful...

"I'm just giving you advice so that you won't do anything to embarrass the guests next time you encounter a similar situation." Like an old scholar, Kiritani-kun meant well and sincerely hoped that the girl could do better.

"After all, you know that many people have unusual fetishes these days..."

That's really enough!!

Can't you see how many people have gathered around?

As if she had given up hope, Kasumigaoka Utaha walked back with a pained expression, grabbed Kiritani-kun and quickly left, heading towards another shop.

“My dear teacher, what you just said could lead to someone suing you for sexual harassment. I don’t want to go to the police station to get you out.”

Upon hearing this, Kiritani pursed his lips, a hint of worry in his eyes. "I'm really worried. When will this world become a place where spitting in the street will get you shot, and sexual harassment will result in life imprisonment? I was just trying to give that young lady some advice from a customer's perspective, why has it turned out like this?"

"Aren't you embarrassed, junior?" Kasumigaoka Utaha realized she had never understood this guy's thought process. "With so many people watching, how can you still casually spout dirty jokes!?"

"That's not a dirty joke!" Kiritani's eyes flashed with a sword-like warning, his tone serious. "To be precise, humans are social animals, and it's the way people are most accustomed to living. Watching is to learn more about society—yes, that's a good thing! Group sex is the real sin, both morally and legally!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha can openly admit that she sometimes tells dirty jokes, even before she met this guy, but even so, she still can't be as calm and serious as him when telling dirty jokes—that's amazing, so amazing that I want to call the police.

"What should we do next?"

"I'll buy you stockings, and if you want, I can even buy you underwear." She didn't pay much attention to the sudden change in address, since Yukino Yukinoshita, a second-year student, also liked to change her way of addressing people—perhaps it was a consensus reached between them, as they were both ranked first in their grade.

"Of course, my personal suggestion is that you buy the sturdy and durable kind, since you have a big bust. If you had pigtails, I would suggest you don't wear one, because you don't have any to begin with, so why restrict it with a bra—oh right, maybe it will look like you do!"

As if he had discovered some great secret, Kiritani-kun showed a look of sudden realization.

Kasumigaoka Utaha was deeply troubled by the word "durable and durable," feeling quite moved.

Kiritani-san gave a subtle smile. "Never mention another woman in front of a woman unless it's necessary, unless you're pointing out her weakness."

Otherwise, you might want to try being a pig!

"The topic suddenly veered this way... I can't help but start to suspect, junior, have you bought women's underwear before?" Kasumigaoka Utaha raised an eyebrow, looking at Kiritani with an expression that said, "I didn't expect you to be like this, Kiritani-kun. Is it because you're so cute that you want to try out a girl's life?"

...I don't know which Kiritani-kun you're referring to, but you really deserve a beating!

I'm not the kind of erotic artist who dresses up in women's clothing and performs spellcasting preludes to gain inspiration when they lack it. Believe me or not, I'll raid you tonight, pose you like a mannequin, and force you to make all sorts of expressions.

—As for who exactly does what...it all depends on personal preference.

Kiritani-kun remained expressionless, wondering to himself whether Kasumigaoka Utaha, this masochist, would really like things like candle bondage, since masochists usually love that kind of thing.

To reiterate, I, Kirito Kazuto, am neither a masochist nor a sadist. I just become a sadist involuntarily when I see others being submissive.

Then, Kiritani's phone rang.

"Go inside and buy what you want, I'll take this call." After greeting Kasumigaoka Utaha, Kiritani-kun frowned and walked aside. "Yonoko, is there something you need?"

"Yonoko... Kazuto-san is becoming increasingly unfriendly to her older sister, calling her that like that." The voice, filled with dissatisfaction and a hint of resentment, was still so hypocritical.

However, Kiritani-kun can almost picture Yukino Yukinoshita pouting and leaning against the window.

Why is he leaning against the window?

—Women need heights, flowing skirts, and cigarettes… Ms. Xiaojing is an exception.

"Get to the point. If you waste any more time, I'll take down one of the security cameras in front of your sister's door."

"Uh, I have an event coming up, kind of like a group trip, it'll last three days and two nights, do you want to come?" Without hesitation, Miss Yang Nai became serious and said earnestly.

"And then?" Kiritani-kun remained unmoved. Only an idiot would go on a long trip in this heat—if it hadn't rained last night and it wasn't so hot today, and if Kasumigaoka Utaha were any less, I would have been out of the question.

"You can see my sister in her swimsuit~" Haruno said softly, her voice slightly seductive. "Yeah, and white stockings too~"

"You think you can seduce me like this?" How could Mr. Kiritani Kazuto, known in the martial arts world as the upright and handsome young man, possibly abandon his head and bow down for a mere white silk thread?

"Give me three tickets, then tell me the time. If it's a weekday, please also help me ask for leave." Kiritani-kun seemed very calm. "That's all. If there's nothing else, then I'll hang up."

"..." Haruko fell silent, but quickly recovered. After all, having known him for so long, Haruko knew a bit about Kiritani-kun—of course, this guy might actually stay home because of bad weather.

"Phew, I guess my sister's swimsuit and white stockings are a bit tempting~ I'll come pick you up then."

"You're overthinking it, woman!" Kiritani sneered like a goddess of eroticism. "I just haven't gone out with Asuna in a long time, and you've just handed me the tickets, so why not go?"

Besides, there's the promised white silk!

Suddenly annoyed, Ms. Haruno abandoned her pretense, "Damn it! Kirito, don't let me catch you doing anything wrong, or I'll make you kneel before me and call me Lady Haruno..."

Kiritani hung up the phone expressionlessly, looked up at the sky, and muttered, "Damn, a sadist!"

I don't really understand why women these days are so strange.

Kasumigaoka Utaha goes without saying; she possesses both sadistic and masochistic traits.

Shiina Mashiro... I honestly don't know if she's naturally naive or naturally cunning.

Eriri... let's not even talk about this incredibly innocent erotic artist.

Akane Kosaka... I knew she was a masochist from the moment I met her.

As for the rest... let's not talk about them.

Indeed, there is no one in this world who can compare to Asuna!

"Excuse me, are you Kiritani Kazuto, Mr. Kiritani?" The young woman in the work uniform stopped Kiritani after he finished lamenting why all the women he knew were oddballs.

Her signature smile and keen eye were far superior to the previous shop assistant's.

"If there isn't another guy named Kirigaya Kazuto, then it must be me." Looking at this girl, Kirigaya-kun was in a very good mood—of course, not because the girl was wearing white stockings.

"We are employees of Huanmeng Realm, and also specialists who serve VIP Platinum members. A lady has ordered the latest summer stockings for you and asked me to come to this location to find you. Is it convenient for you to sign for the delivery now?"

Looking at the young lady's calm smile, Kiritani-kun remained silent for a long time before slowly asking, "Is that woman named Yukinoshita, Takasaka, or Machida?"

"Indeed, that young lady's surname is Yukinoshita." Hearing Kiritani-san pronounce the three names, the young lady cursed the scumbag in her heart. He was just walking with a high school girl, and now he's pronouncing several women's names one after another... She really felt sorry for that platinum member.

They even asked me to buy him stockings to give away as gifts...

P.S.: It's so hot, this weather...

Please feed them, yes, you need to pat them!

201

【NO.199 I didn't knead it!】

"...Teacher, please stop a bit."

For some reason, Kasumigaoka Utaha began to feel irritable.

With a somewhat suppressed, low voice, she made no attempt to hide her inner turmoil. Her long legs, now clad in new black stockings, trembled uncontrollably. She gave Kiritani Sangtou a look of pity mixed with something else—a look of...disdain for a lunatic.

Yes, that's the look in their eyes.

It was a strange look in his eyes, like watching a perfectly normal young man suddenly transform into a lunatic.

"You should at least stop here, Kasumigaoka." Kiritani looked at Kasumigaoka Utaha with a blank expression, her eyes subtly mirroring hers, though with a slightly different meaning. Kiritani's gaze was that of someone watching a goddess transform into a lunatic—damn idiot, who would wear pink eyes? I'm not some gender-swapped Shinpachi.

"No matter what, these glasses don't suit my handsome image—yes, I won't accept them. You can keep them for yourself; maybe wearing them will bring you closer to the realm of a literary girl."

So, who took my black-rimmed glasses? They were a gift from Asuna...

"Consider this what we agreed on before, the stockings I promised to give you." Glancing at the bag Kasumigaoka Utaha was carrying, Kiritani casually tossed the stockings over. "Yes, yes, they're white stockings, that's right. My taste is a bit different from that of the average high school girl, so naturally these stockings were chosen according to my taste..."

"But I heard that this box of stockings was ordered for you by a girl named Yukinoshita?" Kasumigaoka Utaha raised her eyebrows slightly. Speaking of the surname Yukinoshita, the only person she could recognize seemed to be that Yukinoshita senator from Chiba...

Yukino Yukinoshita would never do such a thing, so that leaves only... Yukino Haruno-senpai...

Tsk!

"She knows my taste perfectly, just as she knows all her shameful secrets. Naturally, she knows me all too well." Kiritani-san glanced subtly at Kasumigaoka, then looked up at the sky. It was incredibly gloomy; it looked like a heavy rain was coming that night…

"Don't worry, even though Yukino helped me buy it, it's definitely suitable for you."

There's no doubt about that, because Yukinoshita Haruno is a stalker, and the kind of person who will investigate if she senses anything amiss, just to confirm her suspicions—I mean, let alone something like stockings that aren't very particular about size, Haruno could even find out the size of underwear.

Of course, sometimes I wonder if this guy has studied some kind of reconnaissance, but I still don't know how he did it.

“Um…” Kasumigaoka Utaha showed a slightly embarrassed expression and lowered her head, which was unusual for her.

Kiritani took out his phone, looked at the email with an emoticon in his inbox, and curled his lip indifferently, "Want to see if your legs are suitable for these stockings? Or are you just indulging in self-admiration? Well, although your leg shape is indeed good, since they are white stockings, they may not be able to hide the flaws in your legs."

"Foot fetishist!" Kasumigaoka subtly raised her head, glanced at Kiritani-kun with disgust, then took two small steps back, her slightly flushed face revealing a hint of revulsion. "My legs are perfectly fine. Junior, do you want to see me in white stockings because you want to lick them like last time? How disgusting... It's like a saintly figure being insulted by a homeless man."

"Which doujinshi are you talking about now?" Kiritani put away his phone and walked forward, his calm voice coming from behind, "Perhaps if you wash your legs clean, put on white stockings, and kneel down in front of me begging for my life, I might consider licking them—yes, just once."

"I won't show it to you even if you wear it, let alone beg you after that."

"Then you might as well not wear it at all..."

"Are you a pervert?"

…………

"That old woman booked a suite for us at the hotel next to the bookstore."

Kasumigaoka Utaha smoothed her long hair, took a room key out of her pocket and showed it to Kiritani-kun, "However, I have some suspicions that this woman has ill intentions."

"I don't know if Machida has any ill intentions, but I have only one question: does 'suite' refer to the entire suite, or just a single room?" Kiritani frowned, looking at the girl standing close to him with slight wariness. "A room key... that feels a bit strange, and this kind of plot is pretty cliché, isn't it?"

"Young men and women who really wanted to go out on a date and go shopping, but after playing all day, it was dark when they went back, which was a bit inconvenient, so they had to find a hotel to stay in. And damn it, the hotel only had this one room left - to be honest, I suspect that the hotel receptionist told everyone that there was only one room left."

"What if two men come?"

"In today's society, it's not strange for two men to share a room, is it?" Kiritani-kun tugged at his ponytail in disgust. "I don't want to share a room with you, let alone ever share a room with you again."

Kasumigaoka pursed her lips slightly, looking at the guy who deserved to be hit by a car right there with a hint of displeasure.

"Because I genuinely feel a crisis regarding my virginity." Kiritani quickened his pace, his wariness undisguised. "And, I'm afraid that when I wake up in the morning I'll have lost my virginity, and you'll be crying and demanding that I take responsibility... Ugh, just thinking about it is terrifying."

Kasumigaoka Utaha glanced sideways. "One room, two beds."

“You… Machida is almost promoted to editor-in-chief, so as long as your work goes smoothly this time, she’ll be fine. But me, who’s practically a hero, doesn’t even have a private room?” Kiritani was greatly disappointed and even felt despair at Shinazugawa’s poverty. “Kasumigaoka, why don’t you come to our Rouge en rouge company? I guarantee the treatment will be much better than here at Shinazugawa.”

Kasumigaoka Utaha seemed quite interested in the treatment offered by Rouge en rouge, "Can I have you kneel before me, begging me with a look of unsatisfied desire, and let me whip you?"

"I'll eat lemons." Kiritani decided to stay away from this woman, not for any other reason than that this woman was becoming more and more perverted—when exactly did she flip this strange switch?

"I'm in a room with a sexually frustrated woman late at night... I'm going home now."

…………

Outside the window, the neon-lit night view of Hefei City unfolds.

Although it is located in the heart of the city, the soundproofing is excellent, and it is not noisy at all because of its location. The only sound you can hear is the pattering of water from the shower in the bathroom.

The traffic in the city, the dim lights and colorful neon lights, the hurried pedestrians wearing umbrellas walking on the street, the windows only slightly open, the rain hitting the windows and making a clear sound, all made people feel a little annoyed.

The boy in the bathrobe had an unconcealable look of worry on his face. "Ah, the rain is so heavy. I suspect Kasumigaoka has designs on me. Asuna, you have to come and save me."

"Don't be like that. Five Kasumigaoka members couldn't beat you with one hand. But I should have gone with you. Anyway, I have something to talk to Editor Nancy about. It's really... a very complicated feeling." This is Asuna.

"Mom, I always said it would be great to activate Plan C and make that woman delete her account and start over." This was Yui.

"This... isn't quite right. This isn't some kind of online game where you can delete your account and start over." This was the girl next door.

"Well, don't worry..."

"Well, get some rest. If you dare cause any trouble, I'll break three of your legs when I get back!"

"...I understand, Asuna-sama!"

Staring blankly out the window, the boy from Kirito turned around. Just then, the bathroom door opened, and Kasumigaoka Utaha, wearing a bathrobe, stepped out, her long, straight black hair dripping water...

There's so much water...