Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

Eri: "(⊙﹏⊙)"

When Eri poured coffee on Hideaki, she was very panicked and almost instinctively tried to wipe it off with her hand, but Hideaki was too fast.

As soon as she knelt down and reached out her hand, Xiuming jumped up and performed a series of actions to "avoid getting burned."

At the same moment, Eri's breathing seemed to disappear as well.

Her big eyes were wide open, staring blankly, her hand, which was halfway raised, froze in front of Xiuming.

Xiuming frowned and tilted his head, examining the red burns on his arms, strong pectoral muscles, well-defined abdominal muscles, and thick thighs.

His arms had clearly defined muscle lines, and when he raised his arms, his armpits revealed broad latissimus dorsi muscles that looked like wings.

His entire body was full of beauty and power, even his lower abdomen showed striped muscle lines.

And then—

"Gulp~" Eri swallowed hard. "Ahhhhh!!"

As she shouted, she quickly turned around in a kneeling position, covering her flushed face with her hands.

"You still have the nerve to yell about something like this?" Xiuming pulled up his pants, which were rolled up around his knees, and said irritably, "I'm the one who suffered! I didn't even yell. What did you lose? Tell me!"

"I'm disgusted. I've never seen anyone tear clothes like you before; it catches people completely off guard."

Eri's heart pounded wildly. It was the first time she had ever witnessed such a real, large-scale scene. She felt a mix of emotions: shame, anger, surprise, and a sense of having learned something new. She also had a new inspiration: hentai could be put on the agenda.

"This is the most effective way to prevent burns and save yourself. Don't you know that hot coffee spilled on your clothes makes them sticky?"

"Okay, I'll take your word for it. If you can't think of any inspiration, then you'd better leave!"

Eri was a little dazed, as if hot coffee had been poured on her face. This state gave her an uncontrollable creative inspiration, and she decided to submit her work to an adult anime to make money!

"It'll be soon, you'll remember it soon, don't rush."

Xiuming heard footsteps outside the door. As he spoke, he picked up the game console, thankfully without breaking it.

"Are you deliberately stalling for time?"

Eri turned sideways, parted her fingers, and glanced at Hideaki. He had a perfect model's figure. She quickly remembered it and would draw it later.

I love this kind of powerful physique. If it knew "kung fu," that would be even better. Action-packed anime is my favorite, while hentai is just for making a living.

"I was deliberately stalling for time, because the longer it brewed, the more powerful it would be when it finally erupted."

Just as Xiuming finished speaking, a hysterical, tearful roar came from outside the security door:

"Miss Eri, how could you do this to me!"

Chapter 45 Going Home

The roar startled Eri, who was secretly admiring Hideaki's figure, and she turned sharply toward the door.

Shota gripped the two iron bars of the security door with both hands, his head between them, two tear streaks on his flushed face reflecting the light.

This situation reminded Eri of a victim who had suffered a great injustice and was clinging to the iron bars of a prison cell, crying out for justice.

Suddenly, a sense of guilt arose, and I wondered if I had done something wrong.

But the next moment, he felt annoyed by this guilt.

"Please don't talk to me like that! What have I done to you? We have no relationship at all!" Eri stood up abruptly, waving her hand and shouting.

"Don't you know how good I am to you?" Shota cried out, shaking the security door loudly.

Because of the narrow doorway and his position, when Shota saw the scene in the room, it was Hideaki picking up the game console and checking it repeatedly, while Eri was kneeling in front of him.

This caused his heart to clench violently, and he lost his mind.

Eri froze, and instinctively said, "But...I...I didn't agree!"

"So you knew? You knew and you still treated me like this! How could you do this to me after all I've done for you?"

"What have you given me? I haven't even had your breakfast."

"My game console! You actually let that man play the game console I gave you, how could you do this to me?"

"Huh?!" Eri was completely dumbfounded, feeling like her brain couldn't process what she was seeing.

Xiuming, who was fiddling with the game console, was also taken aback and subconsciously looked up.

Shota kicked the security door: "Give me back my game console!"

"Bro, I'm a little confused," Hideaki walked to the door, handed out the game console, and pointed to Eri, who was frowning, tilting her head, and looking completely bewildered. "Do you want the game console? Or do you want to date her?"

"Of course I want the game console!" Shota snatched the game console, looked it over from both sides, his hysteria turning into contempt, and turned to leave: "Do you think I'm stupid? She has so much debt, how could I possibly date her?"

Xiuming blinked. This kid…

When I saw his incredibly devoted expression on the street just now, I subconsciously pictured him in a place with a rapidly developing economy.

After all, back then, one woman could lead to countless others.

But things are different now; the economy is declining and incomes are gradually decreasing.

It's no longer possible to overdraw your future and enjoy luxury.

Women who are insolvent tend to form small gangs, constantly thinking about how to squeeze money out of men, to the point that they do many extreme things, which awakens men to their problems.

A "tram duel" is going to happen soon, isn't it?

Shota walked to the top of the stairs, then suddenly stopped without turning around.

"Based on my work experience over the past year, not a single woman who receives my business card has ever left unscathed. Just wait! I'll be spending money on her."

He stepped into the dark staircase like a proud and spirited warrior, followed by the sound of him falling down the stairs, without uttering a single scream.

A moment later, his shout, as if cheering himself on, echoed from inside the courtyard: "I will go and spend money, I definitely will!"

Xiuming was speechless. He really wanted to track him down, check his intelligence, and try to guess his true thoughts.

Human nature, already complex, has become even more complicated in today's chaotic environment.

This is a golden age, one that comes along only once in a century.

"I will definitely pay off all my debts..." Eri's face had turned ashen, and her clenched fists were trembling. "I will become rich, I will definitely become rich!"

"If I weren't here, he might have used the excuse of taking the game console to get into your room and then grope you. Since I indirectly solved a small problem for you, how about giving me a good review?"

As he spoke, Hideaki walked past Eri, through a pile of comic books on the floor, and headed to the small window on the east side, where he sat down cross-legged next to a small table filled with drawing tools.

In front of me is a four-panel comic strip that Eli hasn't finished yet; only two panels have been drawn.

The artwork is really good, but what it lacks is a good storyline and creative concept.

"If that happens, I'll tell President Ezaki that I'll throw him into Tokyo Bay to feed the fish, and you'll do the same!"

Eri walked over with a dark expression. "Get out of my way, I need to create!"

President Ezaki, who dares to feed fish... is he involved in the underworld?

Hideaki didn't move his buttocks, but leaned against the tatami mat, grabbed the black briefcase containing money, and unzipped it. "Ms. Makimura, didn't you hear what I just said? Please give me a good review."

As soon as the banknotes in her briefcase were revealed, Eri's angry eyes instantly brightened. "I give you a good review."

[Three Good Achievements] Achieved.

Congratulations on achieving "Professional S-Level Comic Drawing Skill"!

This is a level where you can draw Naruto...

The skill was so profound that it allowed the user to perfectly replicate any image in their mind onto paper and design storyboards.

"Thank you for your kind review." Xiuming zipped up the black briefcase.

“I…you…” Eri’s hand, which was raised to take the money, froze in mid-air.

"I've got an inspiration, please don't bother me anymore."

As Xiuming spoke, he placed the black briefcase under his bottom to hold it down, quickly pulled out a blank sheet of graph paper, and started drawing with a pencil.

In order to register the copyright of the image, the artwork needs to be drawn from various perspectives, such as front, back, left, and right.

Because he was confident, Xiuming drew very quickly, without even using an eraser. Finally, he took the colored pencils and colored in "Pikachu".

Eri initially thought it was just an excuse Hideaki made up to not pay her, but she immediately shut up after he started drawing.

She deeply abhorred being disturbed in her creative process, and with such empathy, she could no longer disturb Xiuming.

Hideaki seems to be designing a new cartoon character, and Eri can't help but stare intently.

What a strange species, but it's so cute... Should we take inspiration from it and draw it into an hentai anime?

Eri was startled when the thought popped into her head: No, no, that's an insult to it.

“So cute… What did you draw?” Eri finally couldn’t help but ask.

Xiuming glanced at her, then lowered his head to continue painting.

Eri saw "You're annoying" on his face, and unconsciously provided the voiceover in her mind.

Eri almost slammed her fist on the table. Not only did she refuse to pay, but she also looked down on me?! I'm going to draw you into an anime!

She acted on her thought immediately, took a stack of blank drawing paper, spread it on the floor, and then, with her back to Xiuming, knelt down and began to draw carefully, while keeping an eye on his face and bare-chested body.

First we'll model the character. As for the storyline, we'll design it after he leaves... This is a very dangerous act, as it would infringe on his portrait rights. We'll change his face when we finalize the design.

Xiuming worked from 1 a.m. until 4 a.m., and ran out of drawing paper and brushes.

The work is less than a quarter complete, but all the popular Pokémon drawings are finished. I tidy up the drawings and put them in my briefcase.

After returning home, they quickly sewed out a doll in the likeness and had Ayako take it to the street to sell, thus establishing the copyright of the creation.

After that, I went to the Cultural Affairs Bureau to register, and then I had complete control over it.

Eri was already asleep, lying face down with her butt sticking up, drool dripping down her face.

She had a piece of drawing paper pressed against her face. The drawing depicted herself shirtless while creating art. It was a realistic painting, and seeing herself in it felt very familiar.

Xiuming didn't disturb her. He wrote on the paper with a pencil stub: "Nice drawing. You may use my portrait rights as you wish."

I ultimately admire those who hold onto their dreams and never give up.

Finally, she tiptoed to the only empty spot on the tatami mat. Just as she was about to lie down, she thought that if she covered herself with something while sleeping in April, she would catch a cold the next morning. So she rummaged through her clothes and found a light blue blanket, which she gently covered Eri with.

At six o'clock in the morning, Xiuming, wearing a shirt with the buttons torn off and his clothes open, went out with a metal cane in his hand.