Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

“Of course I am happy!”

They leisurely sipped their juice and ate the desserts that Junko Hokaze had ordered her chef to make.

She'd used up a lot of energy this afternoon, and this was a rare opportunity to indulge in desserts, so she couldn't afford to waste it.

However, while using the fork, her gaze remained fixed on her middle finger, on the ring with a somewhat antique style and unclear material.

"I'm really happy."

Chapter 023 The Daily Life of Taking the Queen for a Walk

It is now five days later.

During these five days, just as he said, Makoto Haramura was on vacation and did not report to the 'Leo' base.

During those five days, he certainly didn't stay idle.

Instead, just as he had promised Misaki Shokuhou, he would go to Tokiwadai almost every day to take Misaki Shokuhou for a walk.

It's just that sometimes, when you're just taking a stroll, the direction of your destination will change.

On the first day, we strolled around with Misaki Shokuhou, and ended up at a karaoke bar.

(Hmm, Misaki Shokuhou has a very nice voice.)

The next day, we took Misaki Shokuhou for a walk, and eventually ended up at the amusement park.

(Um, Misaki Shokuhou is a very timid girl and always likes to hide on him.)

On the third day, we took Misaki Shokuhou for a walk, and finally ended up at the aquarium.

(Misaki Shokuhou became even more timid. Even though it was just a small shark in the aquarium, she clung tightly to his arm and dared not let go.)

On the fourth day, I took Misaki Shokuhou for a walk, and finally we ended up at the movie theater...

And so, Makoto Haramura endured this arduous and extremely demanding trial of willpower.

Having gone through such a trial, he can confidently say that his willpower has risen to a new level.

With the start of the school year approaching, Misaki Shokuhou has something very important to take care of today.

"The clothes should have arrived by now."

"It's a pity I don't have time today, otherwise I would like to confirm it with my own eyes."

On the other end of the phone came Misaki Shokuhou's clear and bright voice, while Makoto Haramura was changing the clothes on the bed back and forth as Misaki Shokuhou instructed.

It contains formal suits, casual wear, and sportswear.

The selection is very comprehensive; this pile alone is enough for Makoto Haramura to wear for almost a year.

"I'm taking pictures of you, aren't I?"

She quickly changed into her only suit, walked to the full-length mirror in the bedroom, snapped a photo of Misaki Shokuhou, and sent it to her.

This was the task Misaki Shokuhou had given him: to change all his clothes and then take a picture of each one and send it to her.

"This is so troublesome. Why is the technology developed in such an unconventional way in Academy City, a place with such advanced technology?"

By the time he changed into his third outfit, Makoto Haramura was already quite impatient.

However, what he said is true.

The city's development direction is extremely strange; things like superpowers, which are illogical, are not even included in the comparison.

They can create things that defy common sense, such as fully automated cleaning robots and the physicalization of virtual images.

However, the mobile phone used is still a flip phone, and the furniture is all old-fashioned, not smart furniture.

Not to mention self-driving cars and the like.

It's obvious that, no matter how you look at it, technologies like fully automated cleaning robots and the physicalization of virtual imagery are much more difficult to describe, but that's just how strange it is.

"Stop complaining."

"Besides, there are only ten outfits in total, so hurry up and take the pictures."

“If things go well, I’m prepared to establish a long-term partnership with this designer and have him specifically handle your clothing.”

On the other end of the phone, Misaki Shokuhou's fingers were also flying across the keyboard.

While talking on the phone with Makoto Haramura, she saved every photo in the MMS and set the photo of Makoto Haramura in his yellow casual clothes as her phone's screen saver.

Then she struck a cute pose, snapped a photo with her phone, and sent it to Makoto Haramura.

"Huh? What did you send me?"

The phone was on the bed, unchecked; Makoto Haramura was still changing his new clothes.

"Remember to set this photo as your screensaver."

It's too early to jump straight into that kind of relationship, but from now on, I'll gradually enter this man's life.

This was Misaki Shokuhou's little scheme, her plan.

"Boss, someone wants to see you."

In the small cubicle inside the office, in what was usually Makoto Haramura's lounge, Toshitoku Komaba's voice was as loud as ever.

Even with a room in between, the sound can still travel like this.

"I'll send you the rest of the clothes when I have time. I have something to take care of right now."

Komaba Toshitoku's voice was like a pardon to Haramura Makoto. He hurriedly finished speaking and hung up the phone without even waiting for Shokuhou Misaki's response.

Misaki Shokuhou on the other end of the phone was also taken aback for a moment, then said with a slight dissatisfaction:

"Honestly, that's a really lame excuse."

Let's turn our attention back to the base of 'Leo'.

Makoto Haramura was already lounging lazily on his recliner, his legs casually crossed and propped up on the desk.

"I'm completely exhausted, both physically and mentally."

"Compared to exercising with Misaki, I can feel mentally exhausted."

He let out a long sigh of relief, then picked up the internal phone on the table.

"Someone wants to see me. Who is it?"

"I don't recall having any appointments for that today."

My own office is practically non-existent; given my current status, I almost always have to take the initiative to visit others.

So this is quite a rare thing.

"Boss, it's Fremia's sister. She wants to pay you a visit."

Komaba Toshitoku's voice was low and somber. Although he hadn't said anything else yet, it seemed that his impression of Fremia's older sister wasn't very good.

"Fremya's sister?"

"Is she the older sister you were talking about, the one who seems to be deeply entangled in the darkness of Academy City?"

Makoto Haramura immediately remembered that Fremia was brought over from the original organization by Toshitoku Komaba.

Given that a seven or eight-year-old girl had appeared in a group that lacked any armed capabilities, he naturally wanted to find out the details.

It was later learned that Fremia's parents had both died, but she had an older sister.

This older sister is rarely seen, always seemingly busy with something, but every now and then, she would meet with Fremia and give Komaba Toshitoku some of Fremia's living expenses.

Therefore, Komaba Toshitoku had some understanding of it.

I've met Fremia a few times, but Makoto Haramura, who has never given Fremia a gift, has naturally never met her.

"Yes."

"Moreover, I suspect that her purpose in coming here this time may not be out of goodwill."

"Boss, if necessary, we can refuse her now."

"Is she with Fremia now?"

Touching his chin, Makoto Haramura did not agree with Toshitoku Komaba's idea and continued to ask.

"Yes, because you are busy, I asked her to wait in the reception room, accompanied by Fremia."

"Okay, I'll go over there."

Chapter 024 Inhuman, Makoto Haramura (Revised)

"Onee-chan, it seems like you've gotten a little bigger?"

"Really? I think so, but it doesn't seem to be at the point where we can change to a different model."

"No need to rush, Onee-chan."

"Their technique must be effective. I've personally tested it and it works. In a while, they'll be able to wear a bra themselves."

"..."

"Komaba, why don't we renovate the room? The soundproofing is still too poor."

Standing about half a meter from the door of the reception room, Makoto Haramura and Toshitoku Komaba looked at each other.

These were incredibly lewd words; thankfully, he didn't push the door open and enter.

Otherwise, who knows what kind of scene I would have seen.

"What do we do now, Boss?"

Even the burly man, Toshitoku Komaba, was unusually flustered.

If it were a man or a woman in the room, given Komaba Toshitoku's usual care for Freméa, he probably would have rushed in and interrupted them long ago.

The problem is, the person inside is Fremia's sister.

Judging from the dialogue alone, it seems that Freya is the one in control, not her sister.

This left Komaba Toshitoku completely at a loss.

"Never mind, I'll go."

Makoto Haramura sighed helplessly, reached out and placed his hand on the doorknob, as if to open the door and push it open.

However, Komaba Toshitoku reached out and grabbed Haramura Makoto's shoulder.

"Boss, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

"So, are you going to go inside and call them both out?"

Makoto Haramura, his eyelids drooping, looked at Toshitoku Komaba, who seemed very uneasy, and said weakly.

"This……"

Komaba Toshitoku was at a loss for words, and Haramura Makoto took advantage of the moment to grab Komaba Toshitoku's hand and push him aside.

"Click——"

With the sound of a lock turning, the door was pulled open by Makoto Haramura.

The sounds inside the room suddenly stopped, and Makoto Haramura's gaze fell on the two figures tangled together on the sofa.

In this position, it's impossible to get a clear look at what the girl being pinned down by Fremia looks like.

However, one can vaguely see two slender, beautiful legs encased in black stockings, and long, wavy, golden hair that falls loosely.

A blue beret lay to the side of the sofa. Fremia was straddling her sister, her little hands reaching inside the back of her clothes as if grabbing at something.

This posture also caused Freya's clothes to roll up slightly, revealing her white belly and a patch of unknown blue fabric hidden beneath them.

Makoto Haramura remained remarkably calm in the face of the somewhat erotic scene before him.

"When playing around, please be mindful of the situation, as the soundproofing in this room isn't very good."

"Also, come to my office after you've finished tidying up, Frenda's sister. You have something you want to talk to me about, right?"

Having accomplished everything, Makoto Haramura left without a trace, concealing his achievements and fame.

Taking the elevator, Makoto Haramura leisurely returned to his office. With relaxed movements, he took the unidentified coffee beans that Misaki Shokuhou had given him as a special gift over the past few days from his cabinet, put them into the coffee machine, and slowly began to grind them.