Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki

“Of course, I'm very happy!”

She leisurely sipped her juice and ate the desserts that Kazakiri Hyouka had ordered her chef to make.

She had used up a lot of energy this afternoon, and this was a rare time when she could eat desserts as she pleased, so she couldn't waste it.

However, as she used her fork, her gaze remained fixed on the middle finger of her hand, on that somewhat ancient-looking ring of unknown material.

“I'm really happy.”

Chapter 23: The Daily Life of Walking the Queen

It has now been five days.

During these five days, Harumura Makoto, as he said, had been on vacation, not reporting to the 'Leo' base.

And during these five days, he certainly hadn't been idle.

Instead, as he had promised Shokuhou Misaki, he went to Tokiwadai almost every day to walk Shokuhou Misaki around.

It's just that sometimes, as they walked, the direction of their destination would change.

On the first day, he walked Shokuhou Misaki, and they ended up at a karaoke bar.

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

On the second day, he walked Shokuhou Misaki, and they ended up at an amusement park.

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

On the third day, he walked Shokuhou Misaki, and they ended up at an aquarium.

(Shokuhou Misaki is even more timid. Even though they were just small sharks in the aquarium, she still clung tightly to his arm, afraid to let go.)

On the fourth day, he walked Shokuhou Misaki, and they ended up at the cinema…

And so, Harumura Makoto spent such a hot and difficult trial that severely tested his willpower.

Having experienced such a trial, he could pat his chest and say that his willpower had risen to another level.

With the start of the school day approaching, Shokuhou Misaki had important matters to deal with today.

“The clothes should have been delivered, right?”

“It's a pity I don't have time today, otherwise I would have liked to confirm it myself.”

The clear and bright voice of Shokuhou Misaki came from the other end of the phone, while Harumura Makoto, following Shokuhou Misaki's instructions, changed back and forth between the sets of clothes on the bed.

There were formal suits, casual clothes for everyday wear, and sporty sportswear.

The range of categories was complete, and the pile that had been delivered was almost enough for Harumura Makoto to wear for a year.

“Aren't I taking pictures for you?”

He quickly changed into the only suit, walked to the full-length mirror in the bedroom, and snapped a photo for Shokuhou Misaki.

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

“It's so troublesome. Why is the technology in Academy City so advanced, yet the development of technology is so alternative?”

Having only changed into the third set of clothes, Harumura Makoto was already very impatient.

But what he said was indeed true.

The direction of development of this city is strangely extreme. Supernatural powers, such illogical things, are not even included in the scope of comparison.

Fully automatic cleaning robots and virtual image impression materialization, such illogical things, can be made.

But mobile phones still use flip phones, and furniture is all old-fashioned furniture, not smart furniture.

Not to mention self-driving cars and the like.

Obviously, no matter how you look at it, fully automatic cleaning robots and virtual image impression materialization and other technologies are more difficult to write, but it's just so strange.

“Don't complain.”

“Besides, there are only ten sets of clothes in total, hurry up and take pictures.”

“If you do well, I plan to establish a long-term relationship with this designer and let him be responsible for your clothes.”

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

While talking to Harumura Makoto on the phone, she saved every photo in the MMS message and set the photo of Harumura Makoto wearing yellow casual clothes as her phone screensaver.

Then, she struck a very cute pose herself, took a photo with her phone, and sent it to Harumura Makoto.

“Hmm? What did you send me?”

The phone was on the bed, and Harumura Makoto hadn't looked at it yet, still changing into new clothes.

“Remember to set this photo as your screensaver.”

Entering that kind of relationship directly would be too early, but from now on, she would gradually enter this man's life.

This was Shokuhou Misaki's little thought, and also her plan.

“Boss, someone wants to see you.”

In the small compartment in the office, Harumura Makoto's usual rest room, Komaba Leader's voice was as loud as ever.

With a room in between, he could still achieve such sound transmission.

“The remaining clothes, I'll send them to you when I have time. I have something I need to deal with now.”

Komaba Leader's voice was like a pardon to Harumura Makoto. He finished speaking in a hurry, not even waiting for Shokuhou Misaki to respond before hanging up the phone.

Shokuhou Misaki on the other end of the phone was also suddenly stunned, then said with a slight dissatisfaction on her face:

“Really, this excuse is really too bad.”

The scene switches back to the 'Leo' base.

Harumura Makoto had already lazily reclined on his reclining chair, crossing his legs without any image on the desk.

“I'm already physically and mentally exhausted.”

“Compared to taking Shokuhou Misaki out, I feel even more mentally tired.”

He let out a long sigh, then picked up the internal phone on the desk.

“Someone wants to see me, who is it?”

“I don't remember having any appointments in this regard today.”

His office was almost equivalent to not having one. According to his current level, he almost always took the initiative to visit others.

So this was quite a rare thing.

“Boss, it's Fremea's sister. She has requested to see you.”

Komaba Leader's voice sounded very low. Although he hadn't said anything else, this Fremea's sister didn't seem to give him a very good impression or feeling.

“Fremea's sister?”

“Is that the one you mentioned, who seems to be deeply involved in the darkness of Academy City?”

Harumura Makoto immediately had an impression. Fremea was brought over by Komaba Leader from the original organization.

He naturally had to ask about the details when an unarmed group of ability users had a seven- or eight-year-old girl.

Later, he learned that Fremea's parents were both deceased, but she had an older sister.

This older sister was often not seen and always seemed to be busy with something, but every once in a while, she would meet with Fremea and give Komaba Leader some living expenses for Fremea.

Therefore, Komaba Leader had a certain understanding of her.

He had also met Fremea's sister a few times, but Harumura Makoto, who had never sent Fremea anything, had naturally never met her.

“Yes.”

“And according to my guess, the purpose of her coming this time may not be with good intentions.”

“Boss, if necessary, you can reject her now.”

“Is she with Fremea now?”

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

“Yes, because you were busy, I asked her to wait in the reception room with Fremea accompanying her.”

“Okay, I'll go over there.”

Chapter 24: Harumura Makoto, the Inhuman (Revised)

“Onee-chan, have they gotten a little bigger again?”

“Is that so? Maybe, but it doesn't seem like they're big enough to change sizes yet.”

“Don't worry, Onee-chan.”

“My method is definitely useful. Tested and effective. After a while, I can wear a BRA myself.”

“……”

“Komaba, maybe the room should be redecorated. The soundproofing effect is still too poor.”

Standing about half a meter away from the reception room door, Harumura Makoto and Komaba Leader looked at each other.

What tigerish words, luckily he didn't push the door open directly.

Otherwise, he wouldn't know what kind of scene he would see.

“What do we do now? Boss?”

Komaba Leader, this burly man, was also rarely in a state of unease.

If there was a man in the room, or another woman, with Komaba Leader's usual care for Fremea, he would have rushed in and interrupted them long ago.

The problem was, it was Fremea's sister inside.

Judging from the conversation, it seemed that the dominant party was also Fremea, not her sister.

This made Komaba Leader completely unsure of what to do.

“Forget it, I'll go.”

Harumura Makoto sighed helplessly, reached out and placed his hand on the doorknob, preparing to open the door and enter.

But then Komaba Leader reached out and grabbed Harumura Makoto's shoulder.

“Boss, isn't this not very good?”

“So what, are you going to go in and call them both out?”

Harumura Makoto lowered his eyelids and looked at the uneasy Komaba Leader, saying weakly.

“This…”

Komaba Leader didn't know what to say all of a sudden. Harumura Makoto took advantage of this gap, grabbed Komaba Leader's hand, and pushed him aside.

“Click—”

With the sound of the door lock turning, the door was opened directly by Harumura Makoto.

The sound in the room stopped abruptly, and Harumura Makoto's gaze fell on the two figures huddled together on the sofa.

It was impossible to completely see what the girl under Fremea looked like in this position.

But vaguely, he could see two slender, beautiful legs wrapped in black silk, and the randomly scattered golden, slightly wavy long hair.

A blue beret was thrown on the side of the sofa. Fremea was riding on her sister's body, with two small hands reaching in from the back of her clothes, seemingly grabbing something.

At the same time, because of this position, the hem of Fremea's sister's clothes was rolled up a little, revealing the white belly hidden under the clothes and a touch of blue unknown material.

Harumura Makoto was very calm about the somewhat erotic scene in front of him.

“When playing, pay a little attention to the occasion. The soundproofing effect of this room is not very good.”

“Also, come to my office after you've tidied up your clothes, Flandre's sister, you have something you want to talk to me about, right.”

Having completed everything, Harumura Makoto left without a trace, hiding his merit and fame.

Taking the elevator, Harumura Makoto leisurely returned to his office, slowly taking down the specially supplied unknown coffee beans that Shokuhou Misaki had given him these days from his cabinet, putting them into the coffee machine, and slowly grinding them.