How to raise a random guy's wife

"Okay." Kato Megumi nodded.

Don't spoil her...

Although I've said it many times.

But Hui's temper is just too good.

......

After dinner, Kasumigaoka Utaha and Eriri had already left.

Only Kobayashi Sora and Kato Megumi were left cleaning up the kitchen.

"Sky blue".

"Ok?"

Are you worried?

"You found out."

"I just have a feeling."

"Telepathic connection?"

"You're being indecent." Kato Megumi glared at him. "Should I pretend I didn't notice?"

“It’s more like a vague premonition,” Kobayashi Sora said carefully. “It’s the kind of situation where I’m a little worried, but uncertain.”

"Is it the kind of thing where if I tell you, I might worry for nothing?"

Kobayashi Sora looked at Kato Megumi and said, "I thought I hadn't explained myself clearly."

“It’s blurry,” Kato Megumi replied, “but I can understand it.”

So isn't this what it means to be in sync?

Kobayashi Sora wiped her hands and hugged Kato Megumi's slender waist from behind. "When we were researching before, it seemed like you were subtly expressing to me that you wanted to try it again."

"Hmm~" Kato Megumi's voice trailed off as she gently bit her lower lip, "Behave yourself."

"I'm very honest."

"Don't blow on my neck!" Kato Megumi shrank back. "It tickles."

She nestled into Kobayashi Sora's arms.

"I didn't even bite it." Kobayashi Sora thought for a long time. "I tried so hard to resist."

"Anyway... don't blow on it." Kato Megumi said softly.

Kobayashi Sora's mind went through a mental shift.

What Kato Megumi meant was that as long as you don't blow air...

"Ugh~" Kato Megumi stiffened and let out a cute little gasp.

......

"That's how it happened," Kobayashi Sora briefly explained the situation. "That's why I was worried that my senior's actions might slow down the game's development."

"Don't come any closer." Kato Megumi sat at the other end of the sofa, holding up the mochi in her arms in a threatening gesture. "You bad guy."

"Didn't I listen to you and not blow air again?"

“Then you can’t…” Kato Megumi bit her lower lip lightly, “Anyway, you can’t.”

Although I was mentally prepared, the feeling of experiencing it firsthand was still quite different.

Kato Megumi's face flushed. "Actually, I feel this is a good thing."

“I think so too.” Kobayashi Sora tried to get closer again.

"It's not that!" Kato Megumi complained softly. "I meant my senior."

"Ok?"

"Hasn't my senior been working hard on writing scripts lately? Even the frequency of her bickering with Eriri has decreased."

"Now that you think about it... that makes sense." Kobayashi Sora thought back for a moment. From the time he started researching until now, the only part he remembered about the bickering between Kasumigaoka Utaha and Eriri was the one just now. "Tomoya is busy with the band. He's been running around with Hyodo lately. Neither he nor Senpai has any time."

“Now that the script is finished, all that’s left is time for the music and illustrations,” Kato Megumi pointed out. “So, even if you do something, it won’t interfere with the game’s production.”

"But..." Kobayashi Sora was still a little worried.

“Think about it, my senior subtly hinted before that it would be the last time, and now she’s working overtime to finish the script, putting the light novel project on hold,” Kato Megumi added. “That means she doesn’t want to delay the game development, right?”

Chapter 231 A Superficial Taste

“That makes sense.” Kobayashi Sora nodded. “Give him a reward.”

"Who asked for your reward..." Kato Megumi raised the rice cake to block him, "It's clearly a reward for you."

"Meow~" The mochi looked utterly dejected. Kato Megumi loosened her grip slightly, and the cat instantly broke free and went to eat its cat food.

"Huh?" Kobayashi Sora asked, puzzled. "Don't you like it?"

"Hmm..." Kato Megumi thought for a moment, "It's not that I don't like it, it's just a little strange."

"That's weird?"

"How should I put it..." Kato Megumi didn't know how to describe it for a moment. When she turned her head, she saw Kobayashi Sora had quietly moved closer while she was thinking.

“Like this.” Kato Megumi had a sudden inspiration, grabbed Kobayashi Sora’s shoulders, buried her head in Kobayashi Sora’s neck, and whimpered.

Kobayashi Sora's eyes widened, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around Kato Megumi's soft body.

"It's...that feeling." Kato Megumi lifted her head from his arms. "Do you understand?"

"Hmm..." Kobayashi Sora chose her words carefully, "I think I understand a little bit."

That's a brilliant statement.

If you understand that, there's no need to continue.

If you don't understand, you need to try a different approach.

But somehow I came to understand one thing.

The translation is:

Keep going, don't stop.

"You bastard." Kato Megumi easily understood Kobayashi Sora's unspoken meaning. Her fair fingertips poked at his nose and then slid slightly to his lips.

It's soft.

warm.

Touch with your fingers, and touch with your lips.

They are completely different feelings.

What are the specific differences?

With a thirst for knowledge, Kato Megumi lowered her head and gave her a light kiss.

Then he was captured.

What started as a brief, fleeting kiss lingered on.

"Ugh~" Kato Megumi's voice was muffled, "I want to... um... go home."

Because she was caught red-handed before, Kato Megumi hasn't stayed overnight at Kobayashi Sora's house for a long time.

Before, we could explain it away with club activities, but now even with Eriri and Kasumigaoka Utaha as witnesses, Mom and Dad won't believe us anymore.

"I'll take you back."

"Mmm," Kato Megumi responded in a soft voice, "Then hurry up and... shut up~"

"immediately......"

-

“So,” Kobayashi Sora handed the printed script to Aki Tomoya in the classroom, “the script is finished, and now it’s time for the producer to take charge.”

"Ohhhhhhh!!!" Aki Tomoya exclaimed excitedly, "In some ways, this is Kasumi Utako-sensei's new work!"

"Don't watch it with a fan's mindset," Kobayashi Sora reminded her. "Remember your role as producer, and find any potential problems in the script."

“No problem!” Aki Tomoya nodded vigorously. “I’ll watch it with Michiru tonight.”

"Ok?"

"Because she's in charge of the music now, and the music has to be connected to the plot."

“That’s not what I meant,” Kobayashi Sora explained. “Is she still living at your house?”

"About this..." Aki Tomoya sighed, "You should understand, there's an insurmountable wall between otaku and non-otaku."

"Not necessarily."

"Because you're not a pure otaku to begin with!"

"The works you like are all the ones that people like me are responsible for."

"Ah—!" Aki Tomoya's brain trembled. "Don't say it out loud!"

This means you know it in your heart, right?

Kobayashi Sora waved her hand, "You can continue."

"People's interests vary greatly, but humans still judge others by their own standards. Discrimination and persecution may arise from interests or ways of thinking that are incomprehensible when compared to their own standards..."

"Speak the key."

"To put it simply," Aki Tomoya said frankly, "because Michiru is not an otaku, there is no progress on the song yet."

Kobayashi Sora: "...Didn't the rest of the band help?"

They are clearly three seasoned otaku.

"Actually, she hasn't been getting along well with the other members of the band lately."

"Did you have a fight?" Kobayashi Sora frowned slightly.