How to raise a random guy's wife

"I didn't expect you to say that." Kobayashi Sora put away the business card and took out her phone. "Ms. Kashiwagi Eri."

Eriko Kashiwagi is a fan fiction artist whose works fall under the category of animation and games.

She belongs to the type of creator who doesn't delve deeply into a particular category, but rather quickly switches to a different subject matter whenever a popular work appears, in order to maximize the benefits of that category.

Eriri grinded her little white teeth, looking adorable even when she was angry, her clear blue eyes blazing with fury. "At least I wouldn't do something like sending people to buy up goods and inflate prices for my own profit."

Click.

Eriri's adorable, creamy tiger-like expression was thus captured on Kobayashi Sora's phone screen.

"What are you doing!" Eriri's anger intensified, as if she was about to pounce on him at any moment.

"Capture the beautiful moment."

"Delete it!"

“Okay.” Kobayashi Sora held up her phone. “If you can reach it.”

Kobayashi Sora is 1.8 meters tall.

Eriri is 1.58 meters tall.

An insurmountable barrier.

Eriri grinded her little tiger teeth, and if she grabbed Kobayashi Sora's shoulders for leverage and jumped, she could reach it.

But in that case, her body would be pressed tightly against his.

There was no way she could be so close to him.

Clenching her small fists, Eriri squeezed out the conclusion through gritted teeth, "Scumbag."

Click.

Kobayashi Sora nodded in satisfaction, "This angle is better."

Eriri kicked Kobayashi Sora in the knee without any mercy.

Kobayashi Sora cried out in pain, forcing himself to bend over. "He really hit me hard...he really went all out."

boom!

Eriri kicked again.

“Oh, right, I also brought you… Ouch! A gift… Ouch! This is the hottest thing lately… Ouch!” Kobayashi Sora bravely withstood the impact of Eriri’s round-toed leather shoes. She was really smart, aiming at Kobayashi Sora’s relatively soft calves instead of going head-to-head with his leg bones. “The whole anime set… Ouch! DVD, and a bonus sketchbook.”

Eriri paused, looking at the paper bag Kobayashi Sora handed her. "That application postcard was only included in the first limited edition of the first volume, which sold out instantly. It's supposedly a rare piece of merchandise that made fans cry their eyes out?"

"It easily fetched over 10,000 yuan on online auctions. It contains all the character sketches by the animation director, making it an ideal gift for fan fiction speculators."

Why do you have it?

"Why do you think this thing costs over ten thousand?"

boom!

As if time had stopped and resumed, Eriri kicked Kobayashi Sora in the shin again, yelling, "Scumbag!"

Click!

"Alright, that's three." Kobayashi Sora was satisfied.

"Delete it."

“Instead of making me delete it,” Kobayashi Sora suggested with a smile, “wouldn’t it be better to just steal this gift and make me lose tens of thousands of dollars instantly to vent my anger?”

"..." Eriri was so angry that her twin ponytails were shaking. She snatched the paper bag from Kobayashi Sora's hand and turned to leave.

"That's great." Kobayashi Sora stood there calmly and said, "We'll use these three as side dishes tonight."

Tap! Tap! Tap!

Eriri, who had already walked away, returned, her face flushed red as if steam were rising from it. "Delete it! Immediately! Right now!"

Kobayashi Sora held up her phone, "It seems like I can take one more picture."

Eriri stiffened, wanting to suppress the anger on her face, but unable to control the rage in her heart. She didn't want Kobayashi Sora to succeed, but she couldn't stop him. The thought of him doing this and that to her photos filled her with endless shame and frustration. Her disgust for Kobayashi Sora and her helplessness in the face of the current situation mixed together a series of complex emotions.

She gently bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, her cute little tiger teeth pressing a subtle indentation into her glistening lips. Her flushed cheeks shone with a hazy glow due to the thin layer of fragrant sweat, and her azure eyes were veiled with mist, yet anger was rising again.

Click.

The fourth one.

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"Scumbag!!!" Eriri kicked Kobayashi Sora's shin with all her might.

Kobayashi Sora swayed slightly, but was otherwise unharmed.

Eriri, on the other hand, lost her balance and leaned backward.

Oh no...

Eriri had just realized her dangerous situation, and the first thing she thought of was to protect the paper bag in her hand.

Eriri hugged the paper bag tightly to her chest, resignedly giving up the struggle.

boom.

With a soft thud, what touched my body wasn't the hard ground, but a warm arm.

Kobayashi Sora clenched her left fist and easily cradled Eriri's slender waist in the crook of her arm, preventing her from falling.

At point of contact, Eriri could feel Kobayashi Sora's body temperature, see the helpless smile on his face, and even touch... the phone in his hand!

The pretty girl reacted quickly, snatching Kobayashi Sora's phone in an instant and creating distance between them.

However, this series of actions was completed without her being able to stand firmly.

As Eriri broke free from Kobayashi Sora's arms, she lost her balance once again.

Kobayashi Sora had no choice but to open her palm, press down on the girl's flat, soft belly, and scoop up the slender Eriri to prevent her from falling flat on her face.

Kobayashi Sora sighed, "I originally wanted to be a gentleman."

"Pervert!" Eriri reacted as if burned, instantly breaking free from Kobayashi Sora's grasp the moment she regained her footing. "Who do you think caused this?"

"Because someone robbed someone else's property?!"

"Because you took a picture without my permission!"

"I didn't take any photos secretly," Kobayashi Sora said, shrugging. "Weren't you watching?"

Can something done openly and honestly be considered stealing?

"Hmph!" Eriri was too lazy to argue with him, turned on the screen, and prepared to delete the photos.

"There's a lock screen password," Kobayashi Sora reminded her.

Eriri pouted angrily, "I can crack this kind of password in a minute!"

"Oh?" Kobayashi Sora was somewhat surprised. "You have this skill too?"

Eriri pressed the keys for a while, then looked up and said, "Tell me the password."

High-level hackers often use the most basic techniques.

"It's not impossible." Kobayashi Sora put her hands behind her back, indicating that she didn't intend to steal the phone. "However, you'll have to exchange it for your LINE account."

“Okay.” Eriri recited a string of numbers.

Anyway, Kobayashi Sora's phone is in her hands, so even if it's fake, he won't know.

Could he possibly pull out another phone?

Kobayashi Sora took out another phone.

Yinglili: "..."

“One for work, one for personal use.” Kobayashi Sora waved her phone, entered the LINE number, and the search returned nothing. “Sawamura-kun, you lied to me.”

Eriri blushed, "...What exactly do you want to do!"

"you."

"what?!"

Kobayashi Sora further explained, "Your talent, your artistic genius, your time, your energy."

"You're delusional!"

"My favorite thing is turning my delusions into reality." Kobayashi Sora leaned forward slightly. "Eri Kashiwagi-sensei, your drawing skills are impeccable, but your plot design is... well, let's just say it's not great. It's only because you're drawing doujinshi that readers don't care. And you're not satisfied with just drawing doujinshi, are you?"

"..." Eriri gritted her teeth, wanting to retort, but couldn't open her mouth.

Because what Kobayashi Sora said was true.

"And I can help you draw the most perfect story."

"Hmph~" Eriri snorted coldly, "Who do you think you are? No manga artist can claim to be able to draw the most perfect story. Only someone like you who can't even draw basic human anatomy properly would dare to spout such nonsense!"

"Ms. Kashiwagi Eri, what do you consider to be the standard for the most perfect storyline?"

"Can you create a storyline that satisfies everyone?"

Kobayashi Sora honestly admitted, "Of course I can't."

"So what exactly are you messing around with...?"

"But you can do it."

"what?!"

"0320, the password is your birthday. Happy birthday, Sawamura-kun."

Where is the happiness?!

Eriri immediately realized what was happening and unlocked the screen.

Just as she was about to delete the photos, Kobayashi Sora's hand covered the phone screen.

"what are you doing?"

"Don't rush to delete it, enjoy it carefully." Kobayashi Sora suddenly asked, "Imagine you showing me your panties, wouldn't you have this expression?"