How to raise a random guy's wife

"It can do it! It can do it!" Eriri's eyes lit up. "The skin on her sides, the softness of her lower abdomen, the whiteness of her back, the fullness of her thighs, the contours of her calves, even every toe..."

“Um…” Kato Megumi reminded Eriri, but her gaze was fixed on Kobayashi Sora, “Please don’t imagine these places too much.”

"Hiss~ Hah~ Hiss~ Hah~" Eriri breathed heavily, "Quick, strike a pose!"

Kato Megumi stared at Kobayashi Sora, whose gaze had been wandering freely under Eriri's guidance since earlier.

"Ahem." Kobayashi Sora cleared his throat twice. At times like this, an upright person was needed to say something honest. "I think this idea is good."

Kato Megumi vaguely realized something, "I think so too."

“Right!” Eriri’s lips curled up.

“However, Hui doesn’t understand it well enough,” Kobayashi Sora suggested. “How about this, let the original artist demonstrate first, giving Hui a chance to learn from it, what do you think?”

Kato Megumi nodded. "I feel good."

"Huh?" Eriri was stunned. "I...I?!"

"Because what you just said was very good, but seeing is believing." Kato Megumi said calmly, "If you want to express it perfectly, it's better to have the animator demonstrate it."

"I...I...I don't want to!"

"What did you say?" Kobayashi Sora asked like a fox wagging its tail. "What are you saying, Eriri? You're an important animator."

"Hmm..." Eriri was speechless for a moment, her words being used to describe herself. Her gaze then shifted to Kasumigaoka Utaha. "Kasumigaoka Utaha!"

“I agree.” Kasumigaoka Utaha nodded.

"No, that's not true!" Eriri huffed. "Do you remember what you said at the beach?"

"There are too many to remember."

"I'll help you act out the story, and you'll help me in return, right?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha recalled, "I think it was Sora who said it."

Eriri recalled the situation at the time, "You agreed!"

"Is there?"

"Yes!" Eriri calmed down. "Now is your time to shine!"

"..." Kasumigaoka Utaha lowered her eyelids slightly, "Alright, since you came to me yourself."

Yinglili: "???"

Kasumigaoka Utaha held onto the beach ball, maintaining her balance as she lay back. Her curvaceous body pressed against the beach ball, and the already breathtaking curves stretched out along the contours of the beach ball, becoming even more breathtaking.

Kobayashi Sora couldn't see it.

To be precise, he couldn't see the scenery from Kasumigaoka Utaha's side.

Kato Megumi stood in front of him, using the advantage of near objects appearing larger and distant objects smaller, to completely block Kasumigaoka Utaha's view.

The scenery here is even better.

“Speaking of which,” Kobayashi Sora reminded him, “shouldn’t now be the time for you to focus on your studies?”

"I was afraid you'd learn it by mistake." Kato Megumi said calmly, with an expression that said she hadn't done anything.

"Is this alright?" Kobayashi Sora lay back on the recliner, covering her face with a towel.

"Hmm," Kato Megumi uttered softly, then fell silent.

The next moment, the towel was lifted a little bit.

A gentle kiss landed on Kobayashi Sora's lips.

"This is a reward," Kato Megumi whispered. "Good girl."

"Wow!"

Just when everything was peaceful and serene, a scream suddenly rang out.

Kato Megumi and Kobayashi Sora both looked in the direction of the sound.

Just as the two were chatting...

Eriri gritted her teeth.

This woman, this body, this expression... Kasumigaoka Utaha!

unacceptable!

How can there be such a huge difference between people!

Why is it so big!

Why is it so big!

Big!

"No!" Eriri frowned. "The movement is wrong, separate them a little more!"

As she spoke, she lifted her foot to touch Kasumigaoka Utaha's leg.

As we all know, a beach ball... is a ball.

Lying on it is a skill.

As a light novel author, Kasumigaoka Utaha lacks exercise, so it's quite remarkable that she can lie on a beach ball.

While struggling to maintain her balance, Eriri stretched out one foot.

"Whoa!" Kasumigaoka Utaha let out a rare loud cry, her body unsteady, tilting to the side, and the beach ball was released from its grip—it was free.

Kasumigaoka Utaha collapsed to the ground in a pose similar to Yamcha's.

"pain......"

"Shiha!" Eriri rushed to check on her. "Are you alright?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha retorted irritably, "What do you think?"

"Don't move," Kobayashi Sora approached, "Is there anywhere you can't feel anything, or is it particularly painful?"

“It’s alright,” Kasumigaoka Utaha said, sitting up with the help of Kato Megumi. “It wasn’t high to begin with, so I have some buffer.”

Chapter 245 is a work-related injury.

Eriri breathed a sigh of relief. "It's good that you're alright."

She would have been fine if she hadn't said anything, but as soon as she opened her mouth, Kasumigaoka Utaha immediately lay down.

“It’s…this vicious woman,” Kasumigaoka Utaha raised her hand tremblingly, “it’s her, she was jealous of my figure and did this to me…with her vicious kick.”

"Who's jealous of you!"

"So you're not denying that you poisoned me, are you?" Kasumigaoka Utaha changed to an even more alluring pose. "Come here, I'm going to write the word 'tragic' on your leg."

"You just said '正' (zhèng), right?" Eriri saw through Kasumigaoka Utaha's thoughts. "You definitely know how to write '正' (zhèng)!"

"The skin on my side... my soft belly..." Kasumigaoka Utaha's voice grew weaker and weaker, "My fair back, my full thighs, my cute calves, even every toe..."

Kato Megumi asked with some concern, "Does it hurt?"

“It doesn’t hurt at all,” Kasumigaoka Utaha replied.

Kobayashi Sora: "At this point, let's not use the process of elimination."

“Eri kicked me several times,” Kasumigaoka Utaha complained. “Who knows where she got internal injuries.”

"No, not at all!" Eriri protested. "Just for a moment!"

"I'm already like this." Kasumigaoka Utaha stared at Eriri. "What's the point of you arguing with me about those one or two moments?"

"You..." Eriri was so angry that even her original guilt was gone.

"That's settled then," Kobayashi Sora said fairly. "Eriri, please take care of Senpai."

"Why me!" Eriri instinctively refused, but then the guilt that had been fading in her heart resurfaced.

It seems... I really should do it myself.

“She was being modeled for you when you kicked her down,” Kobayashi Sora pointed out. “That’s a work-related injury.”

Eriri seized on the key point: "You are the club producer!"

Kobayashi Sora replied matter-of-factly, "So I'll cover the expenses, and you'll take care of me."

"..." Eriri stared at Kobayashi Sora, "Why do I have a feeling that you're trying to get rid of us so you can do this or that with Megumi?"

"Na Hui took care of her senior, and I did this and that with you?"

Eriri stared at Kobayashi Sora in disbelief, "Pervert!"

Kobayashi Sora: "......" So what exactly do you mean by this or that?

Eriri thought of another way: "You come and take care of me, and I'll pay for it."

Kato Megumi spoke up, "Then Sora Ao will do this and that with her senior."

Eriri glared at Kobayashi Sora, "You womanizing scoundrel!"

So what exactly are you thinking?

"Fine, I'll just stay here alone then." Kasumigaoka Utaha sighed. "Even if it's all Eriri's fault, I won't blame her. It was my own carelessness, it has nothing to do with her."

Eriri stomped her foot, "Fine! I'll take care of you!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha's voice was weak, "Don't push yourself."

Eriri gritted her teeth, "I won't force myself."

“Alright then…” Kasumigaoka Utaha got up and lay down on the recliner. “A cup of coffee, strawberry Pocky, and a blanket and towel too. I’ll buy other snacks as I see fit. That’ll do for now. I’ll be back soon.”

Eriri stomped her feet and gritted her teeth as she left.

I stomped a few steps and my foot started to hurt, so I started walking normally again.

Kobayashi Sora looked at Kasumigaoka Utaha, "Are you really alright?"

“Although I don’t exercise much, I’m not at the point where I’d get injured from a fall.” Kasumigaoka Utaha raised an eyebrow. “Or would you like to give me a thorough check-up?”

"Excuse me, farewell." Kobayashi Sora took Kato Megumi's hand and prepared to leave.