manga artist Kirito

Oh, and we should also add the attribute of a female literary youth.

...It has to be said that it's really strange to have these attributes mixed together.

Perhaps this is why Kasumigaoka Utaha, despite having long, beautiful legs, wears black stockings.

But Mr. Kiritani really doesn't understand why Kasumigaoka Utaha wants to delay the manuscript, while Machida wants him to be the supervisor—what does my upcoming promotion to editor-in-chief of Shinazugawa Bunko have to do with me?

However, Mr. Kiritani still decided to go.

There was no reason, no explanation, he just felt... that Machida seemed to be planning to cause him trouble.

Of course, being asked to supervise Kasumigaoka Utaha is already considered asking for trouble, but that's at most a minor matter. But what if Machida suddenly loses his mind and asks the three of them—Sushi, Shizuka-sensei, and Machiha—to go together? What's that saying again?

Three single women in their late twenties are equal to Martha?

Although I feel something's not right, it doesn't matter. Anyway, it's just supervision... well, just like how Xigua used to supervise my drawings.

Naturally, since Mr. Kiritani helped Machida, he would definitely ask her for help in return. In addition, Machida is about to be promoted to editor-in-chief of Shinazugawa Bunko, so the value is equal—yes, it's just an equal exchange.

As for anything else, Mr. Kiritani was too lazy to think about it. He was just a little annoyed because he was exposed to the scorching sun as soon as he went outside...

According to the address sent by Machida, the distance between Kasumigaoka Utaha's place and Mr. Kiritani's apartment is... too close by car, but it takes about ten minutes to walk... tsk!

Speaking of which, this country has a very strange restriction: bicycles cannot carry passengers—in other words, you won't see people riding bicycles with their girlfriends to walk the dog here, since it's illegal.

That's illegal! Bicycles can't carry people, so why the hell do you put a back seat on them to disgust people?

Sigh, civilized and vulgar language is unacceptable!

In short, Mr. Kiritani was very annoyed, and also because of some subtle psychological reasons, he didn't like to go out with a parasol. It wasn't because he was afraid of being mistaken for a seventeen-year-old woman when he was actually an old lady of unknown age, since Mr. Kiritani wasn't blonde. He was just worried about becoming a "back view killer".

Pulling a strand of slightly hot hair behind her ear, Kiritani-san's ponytail swayed gently as she arrived at the door of a small, seemingly ordinary house. The sign on the door read "Kasumigaoka." Kiritani-san lifted her almost closed eyelids and knocked on the door.

bang bang bang! ! !

"Open the door, Kirito Express!"

However, there was no response.

Kiritani looked at the closed door, softened his expression and tone, and continued to knock, "Kasumigaoka, please open the door, this is Kirito's delivery!"

"...Ah, a package. Just leave it outside." Kasumigaoka Utaha's voice, not particularly loud, rang out in a languid tone.

Kiritani-san twitched the corner of his mouth. It shouldn't be like this. Kasumigaoka Utaha shouldn't have failed to recognize his voice... So, it was intentional?

"...Excuse me, the package needs a signature. Ms. Kasumigaoka, could you please come out and sign for it?"

"Please sign for this, and I'll give you a five-star review later~!" This tempting language, reminiscent of the local government's pronouncements, was followed by—"Kirito Express? When did this kind of courier company exist?...Wait, when did I start buying things online?"

Although he wasn't a real deliveryman, and Kiritani-san wasn't too invested in the role or anything, he still wanted a deliveryman to sign for the package for a mere five-star review... What a nice customer!

With that smile, Kiritani reached into his pocket and realized he hadn't brought a pen. Without hesitation, he kicked the door.

"Kasumigaoka Utaha, this is the last time, Kirito Express, if you don't open the door I'm sending you to the world of anime!"

"...Are you sick? I'm calling the police!" An angry voice came from inside, followed by a flurry of footsteps.

Kiritani-san narrowed his eyes, took two steps forward, raised his hand, and then knocked down.

At the same time, the tightly closed door, which had a clear footprint left by Kiritani-san, was opened, revealing Kasumigaoka Utaha's pretty face filled with anger.

"Damn it!"

But soon, Kasumigaoka Utaha crouched down, clutching her head and crying out in pain. Tears even welled up in her eyes, indicating that Kiritani-san's blow to the head had hurt her quite a bit.

Kiritani-san looked completely at ease, as if he were back in his own home. He took off his outdoor shoes at the door, pushed aside the curled-up Kasumigaoka Utaha, and slowly walked into the room. He felt the slightly chilly wind and squinted his eyes in enjoyment.

Kirigaya-san closed the door behind him without even glancing at Kasumigaoka Utaha, and walked straight into the room with the door open.

As expected, this was Kasumigaoka Utaha's room. Clothes were scattered haphazardly on the bed. Kiritani-san frowned slightly as he ran his fingertips across the bookshelf beside him, revealing a light dusting. It was easy to imagine that the room hadn't been cleaned in quite some time.

With a slightly shifted gaze, Kiritani looked toward the desk, next to which sat a bucket of instant noodles, emanating a strangely sour smell. Below it, the trash can was practically overflowing with snack wrappers.

Is this woman... a pig?

"You...you definitely did that on purpose!" Kasumigaoka Utaha, whose head was throbbing terribly, covered her forehead with one hand and pointed at Kiritani-san's nose with the other. In the end, she couldn't help but kick out. Kiritani-san dodged the kick by turning his body to the side.

"Are you a pig?" Apart from older single women living alone, Kiritani-san had never seen a woman's room like this. It's understandable that clothes are thrown around, because that's a characteristic. But if clothes are neatly folded, then it can only mean that the person simply doesn't have the talent to be the heroine.

But there's just too much trash!

The food I ate wasn't thrown away, and now it's giving off a weird smell. The floor is clean, but there's dust on the bookshelves and other places. And then the air conditioner was on, so the strange smell was mixed in... Oh my god!

Kasumigaoka Utaha, how could you stand it?

Don't embarrass us otaku, okay?

We warriors from Disconnect City wear suits and ties when we go to internet cafes to play games. As a shut-in, you can't even keep your room clean. Are you sure you're okay just sitting there like this?

Be a little more mindful! At least throw away the trash, clean up the dust, and open the windows to ventilate the room before turning on the air conditioner!

"Ugh...you, you're the pig! Shut up, you boar!" Seeing the changing look in Kiritani's eyes, Kasumigaoka Utaha's feelings gradually became complicated.

Of course, the anger remained.

However, Kasumigaoka Utaha knew that she couldn't beat him in a fight, and probably never would. She could only occasionally retaliate by tricking him.

But... what's going on now?

Why did this guy suddenly show up?

As for how Kiritani-san came to be, Kasumigaoka Utaha wasn't too concerned. After all, whether she wanted to ask that old woman Machida or that super AI with some unknown black technology, getting the address wouldn't be difficult...

"Shut up, you sow!" Kiritani-san pointed at the trash can, then at the ground. "Clean this room for me!"

After speaking, as if giving instructions like the master of the house, Kiritani-san walked to the window with the curtains drawn and opened both the curtains and the window. The glaring light and gusts of hot air mixed with cold air rushed in.

"Ah! My eyes!!"

Like those creatures that die in the light, Kiritani-san was certain that this woman had not only not left the house during these two days of summer vacation, but had not even opened the window.

"What exactly do you want?"

I think you just want me to fuck you to the end!

Turning back, Kiritani looked at Kasumigaoka Utaha, whose hair was a mess like a bird's nest, whose dark circles were even more obvious, and whose eyes were bloodshot. "A vampire? Clean the room. I'll be staying here with you today, so go do it right now!"

"No way! Hurry up and close the curtains...the windows, the air conditioner...the wind from outside is blowing in." Rubbing her sore eyes, Kasumigaoka Utaha couldn't help but kick Kiritani-san again, with the same result as before.

"Do as I say, thank you!" Kiritani-san was very polite, and casually picked up the air conditioner remote control next to him and turned off the air conditioner.

—Although Kiritani-san didn't really want to turn it off, it wasn't okay to clean the room without opening the windows.

"Hey! I'm telling you, junior, you came to my house out of nowhere, first you lied and said it was a delivery, then you kicked the door violently, then you hit me on the head, and then you ruined my peaceful environment—and now you're acting like the head of the household and ordering me around?" Kasumigaoka Utaha shook the leg she had just kicked out. Actually, she wanted to reach out and rub it, but she felt that would be a bit embarrassing, so she shook her leg to cover it up.

Do you think I'm your maid?

"...I'm sorry!" Kiritani-san clearly expressed his apology.

"Hmph! If you know you're wrong, then clean your room properly!" Kasumigaoka Utaha said, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry, but if my maid isn't as capable as Xiaoye, I absolutely won't hire her—and you are obviously not one of them."

P.S.: Capable!

230

【NO.227 Oh】

"While I'm not really qualified to criticize your work and rest schedule, you should at least keep your furniture clean."

Kiritani Sang blankly threw off the blankets on the bed, covering the breastplates and stockings, then lay down on them. "How should I put it?" she said. "What do you think makes you look like a girl?"

"So, junior, you came all this way just to criticize my personal hygiene?" Kasumigaoka Utaha shook her leg, her face full of displeasure. Actually, she was gritting her teeth inwardly because no matter how you looked at her, this guy didn't seem like the kind of person who would be so bored. She absolutely didn't believe that he had just come over to sit down for no reason.

"Or perhaps..." Kasumigaoka Utaha crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes slightly, "that my junior has already missed me after only two days apart? — Hmm, should I be happy about that?"

"Please have some self-respect," Kiritani-san said curtly, clutching his pillow. "I have a girlfriend, and besides, you're so slovenly..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha glared angrily, "Shut up and get out!"

Savoring the pleasant fragrance emanating from the pillow, Kiritani-san glanced at Kasumigaoka Utaha and asked, "I don't know how to do this yet. Could you please demonstrate it for me?"

Some of her words were nothing, but An always managed to make people angry.

And this is exactly what Kiritani-san said, in Kasumigaoka Utaha's view.

Kasumigaoka Utaha suppressed her anger and gave the guy a slight, cold laugh. "Believe it or not, I'll call the police right now?"

Kiritani-san stretched out his hand and casually raised his middle finger, his eyes filled with disgust. "You woman are so clueless about social etiquette. I'm just teaching you some essential things to know about home life—believe me or not, I'll throw you out the window later?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha was furious. She had to take a deep breath and force a smile onto her pretty face. "What I mean is, please go home. I don't need to clean here for now... uh, no, I'll clean it myself later. There's no need for you to be here, junior."

With a relieved expression, Kiritani-san felt that this woman might still be salvageable, and nodded with slight satisfaction. "But going back is impossible. I promised a certain old woman that I would come and supervise you, the one who wants to delay your manuscript—well, I also know that young women living alone are usually very messy, so I made preparations before I came."

"Of course, this is a bit unexpected. The smell is a bit too strong. If I hadn't missed seeing those tools, I would have even suspected that you usually indulge in self-gratification... Ah, you can listen to it as judo without any problem."

Kasumigaoka Utaha raised her head, her wine-red eyes filled with irritation.

If she weren't outmatched, Kasumigaoka Utaha would probably have already killed Kiritani-san and dumped his body in a trash can outside.

—Eh, take him down...?

"With those dark circles and bloodshot eyes, you look like a woman who's been starving and can't get what she wants." Kiritani-san rolled around on the bed with genuine sincerity, then suddenly stopped, her face stiffening. "Um... you've probably never been rough in bed, have you?"

"I've never masturbated!" Kasumigaoka Utaha couldn't hold back any longer and grabbed her phone, throwing it at Kiritani-san, who then blocked it with a pillow.

"Phew! It's alright..." Kiritani-san breathed a slight sigh of relief, looking like he had been frightened.

"So, start cleaning... Oh right, don't think I'm here to help you clean. I'm just here to enjoy the air conditioning. Lend me your computer to play some games until you're done cleaning."

"Whoa!!" Kasumigaoka Utaha pounced on her, baring her teeth and claws, but Kiritani-san pulled the blanket off the bed to cover her, then rolled her up, carried her to the windowsill, and pushed half of her out.

Looking at Kasumigaoka, whose head was the only part of its body sticking out and struggling, Kiritani-san smiled gently. "Hey, will you be a good boy?"

As he spoke, Kiritani made a move as if to throw her out.

“Mmm!!” Kasumigaoka Utaha nodded repeatedly, genuinely worried that this guy might throw her out, even though this was the first floor.

"So good!"

…………

Half an hour later...

Kiritani-san lay on the comfortable, soft bed, with his laptop on his lap, playing a mobile game on an emulator while browsing posts on Twitter, looking quite relaxed.

Meanwhile, Kasumigaoka Utaha, the homeowner, was sweating profusely as she wiped the bookshelves and desktop with a wrung-out towel. Her thin, casual home clothes were slightly damp from the sweat, but unfortunately, Kiritani-san didn't seem to care at all.

Kiritani-san just wanted to know, could it be faster?

—It's so hot...I want to turn on the air conditioner!

...Actually, if you ignore Kasumigaoka Utaha's extremely displeased look, just looking at the scene of her busy cleaning while Kiritani-san is seriously looking at the computer... well, you can tentatively associate it with the phrase "old married couple".

Well, it's just for now...

After all, looking at this guy's leisurely appearance, Kasumigaoka Utaha really wanted to grab a rag and throw it in front of Kiritani-san's face. However, thinking that the consequences might be unbearable, Kasumigaoka-san said she could hold back a little longer.

Soon after, Ms. Kasumigaoka finally cleaned the room, but her clothes were mostly soaked with sweat, which could be described as a brief glimpse of her skin.

Well, what was that again? Actually, many words require the presence of other people besides the person in question. Otherwise, even if you run naked in the street and no one sees you, what's the difference between that and not wearing clothes at home?

In short, Kiritani-san was completely oblivious to Kasumigaoka Utaha's accidental wardrobe malfunction...

Next, Ms. Kasumigaoka, having finished cleaning the room, went into the bathroom.

When the sound of water came, Kiritani-san suddenly looked up, feeling slightly strange, but didn't say anything. He calmly got up, closed the window, drew the curtains, turned on the air conditioner, and continued scrolling through Twitter...

Yes, this is Kasumigaoka Utaha's Twitter account. Most of the posts there are about the changes in Volume 3, and the majority are positive.

Furthermore, the most eye-catching post was by a well-known blogger, Aki Tomoya, whose lengthy text made Kiritani-san dizzy—and this was just his impression.

I'm a little curious about how Kasumigaoka Utaha felt when she saw this post.

"The soundproofing in my house in Kasumigaoka isn't very good..."

Although the bathroom is very close to the room, the sound of showering coming from the bathroom is still quite clear.

Ah, the noise might be quieter if the door is closed...

Furthermore, what is the cause of that subtle groan?

Could it be that there really are people who, when they feel like it while showering, will casually masturbate?

Kiritani-san was a little worried, worried that this female pervert might one day become some kind of train slut.

Probably not, after all, Kasumigaoka does have a hidden artsy vibe...