Two days of leisurely vacation passed by quickly. Well, at least Ryo Asakura's womanizing didn't receive such preferential treatment. Even more demanding than a 996 work schedule was his relentless 007 lifestyle. He was diligently catering to all sorts of girls.
On Saturday, Nanao Akane cleaned his apartment, and on Sunday, Sekai Saionji came to visit. Inevitably, both visits ended in a chaotic "OX operation." The room was filled with a strange and murky smell, likely due to the potent mixture of certain bodily fluids. As a last resort, Asakura had used up an entire bottle of toilet water in less than two days.
He walked into the bathroom, turned on the tap, and the cold water slid over his skin, jolting his sleepy body awake. He brushed his teeth, washed his face, and styled his hair. The person in the mirror looked refreshed. With some time to spare, Asakura hurriedly made breakfast and lunch. Perhaps it was because after confirming his relationships with Nanao Akane and Sekai Saionji, the expenses for buying "protection" had sharply increased, adding a burden to his already small wallet.
To increase income and reduce expenditure, he had to cook more himself to cut down on the cost of three meals a day, but it was a bit of a stretch. Asakura was a beneficiary of the Tokyo Social Welfare Program. Since he had no guardian, he received assistance from the welfare organization, which likely provided him with a rent-free apartment for living alone and a portion of his daily living expenses, allowing him to survive in Tokyo where every inch of land was valuable.
Thanks to Asakura's excellent grades and special background, the school also generously provided scholarship subsidies. Not only was tuition waived, but a considerable living allowance was also deposited into his account every semester, considered a strong investment and support for outstanding students. After all, if nothing unexpected happened, Asakura's probability of entering the University of Tokyo was almost guaranteed based on his academic standing. For such a promising student, the school would naturally be eager to support him.
It seems that it's time to find a part-time job to enrich my own coffers, otherwise I may not even have money to buy games, anime, and novels, which is undoubtedly a major blow to my entertainment. Asakura considered the abilities he currently possessed and found that the only skill suitable for work was cooking.
No, there's another possibility. I could become a gigolo. Just relying on his "magic touch," he should be able to attract countless ladies to his side. Becoming the number one gigolo in Tokyo wasn't just a dream.
But if I do that kind of work, I'm probably not far from social suicide, and I have to consider the feelings of Akane and Sekai. Forget it, I'd better find a job in a cafe. Asakura sighed silently and left home for school.
Today's weather was sunny, mirroring Asakura's mood. It wasn't for any particular reason, except that the abilities he had gained from signing in these past few days were all sorts of strange, but generally still within the acceptable range. For example, things like "[100% hit rate when using a fly swatter]," "[food will never stick to your teeth]," and "[shoelaces will not fall off when running]."
Ah! A good life still favors me, thanks to the system.
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The secret of life is simply this, what remains in your life in peace is what you want and truly belongs to you. It doesn't have to be much, but it should be good enough.
In the classroom, the teacher was explaining a complicated topic in front of the blackboard. Students were either listening attentively or taking notes seriously. Questions and answers could be heard from time to time.
When the bell rang, the class suddenly became very lively. Some students sprinted towards the cafeteria to queue for food, some sat together to eat their lunch boxes, and others were still immersed in thought in their seats.
Obviously, all of the above had nothing to do with Asakura. His fate could only be to accompany Nanao Akane to enjoy lunch on the rooftop, followed by their post-meal "digestion training."
"Asakura-kun... how is the commission you recently received... going?" The girl's hair danced in the breeze, and she wore a white pleated skirt. The soft hem swayed gently with her movements. Her slender fingers delicately lifted the corner of the skirt, as if to allow easier movement, constantly revealing glimpses of beautiful scenery.
"Sekai... Saionji-san should be satisfied with my guidance, probably." A layer of cold sweat quietly seeped down Asakura's back, and he almost accidentally called out the usual intimate name. How could Sekai Saionji not be satisfied? Your man has guided her to the bed.
"As expected of you... Asakura-kun, but... Saionji-san... is also... a beautiful girl." After feeling the sudden "Dynamite" form of a Pokémon, Nanao Akane did standard squats with more effort without frowning, trying to exercise local muscles more comprehensively. The peach-like flesh, fragrant with sweat and "milk," brushed against his face, and she took the initiative to feed the delicate flesh into the "Pokémon owner's" mouth. The smooth and rosy fruit, with a light bite, revealed full and warm flesh, the taste smooth and tender, sweet but not cloying, as if every bite was a gift from nature.
"Really? I... didn't... pay too much attention to this." The human-shaped Pokémon named Asakura swallowed his words incoherently, lamenting in his heart, "Right, Akane, I have already turned into her shape," and then enjoyed the summer tropical fruits with a more enthusiastic attitude to show his loyalty, while "flying" harder against the headwind, devoting himself to the cause until "exhaustion."
Mr. Pokémon was so hardworking that she naturally let go of her suspicion and regarded the strangeness as some kind of little fun between lovers. The air was filled with the scent of heather, and in the fields in the distance, farmers were working, their sounds like a whisper in spring.
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Scientific research has found that moderate exercise after meals can improve the excitement, inhibition, and regulation of the cerebral cortex, thereby eliminating fatigue, promoting relaxation, calming the mind, and enhancing clarity. Obviously, the peach-like red glow on Nanao's face, dotted on her fair skin, added a touch of charm and beauty to her, which was, of course, inseparable from the post-meal "training" and manual laborer Asakura's contribution.
In such an afternoon, time seemed to slow down, and the two were immersed in this tranquility and beauty. Behind the door at the rooftop entrance stood Kotonoha Katsura, unnoticed by anyone. She stared at the movements of the two people in the distance with a shy look, and her breathing became rapid. The buttons on her clothes had come undone at some point, revealing her majestic breasts like white jade and her slender hands that were tightly clutching her conscience.
Her slender and well-proportioned legs were twisting restlessly in a certain rhythm. Suddenly, tiny drops of water fell under the sunlight, sparkling with crystal light and exuding the fragrance of life.
"Asakura-kun." A soft call escaped her pink lips, accompanied by a kind of relief that had been endured to the extreme, leaving a lingering aftertaste.