How to raise a random guy's wife

"I didn't!" Eriri roared in fury. "Pervert!"

"So it's a concept."

Eriri was furious. "Who would have imagined something like this?!"

“Readers,” Kobayashi Sora replied, “Eri Kashiwagi’s readers.”

Eriri was startled, as if she had grasped something for a moment, only to have it slip through her fingers.

"Showing you my panties with a look of disgust," Kobayashi Sora's eyes gleamed. "A comic with only one picture. Readers who see this picture will fill in the blanks in their minds, which is the plot they want."

This is it!

This is the inspiration that just slipped through Eriri's fingers!

The absence of a plot is the most perfect plot.

To achieve this, the artist needs to possess extremely high drawing skills.

This is exactly what Eriri excels at!

"It's no use," Eriri said stubbornly. "This way, it's impossible to animate."

“Crowdfunding,” Kobayashi Sora suggested, offering a new idea.

"Even if you raise the money, without a story, there's no story!"

"The crowdfunding I'm talking about isn't about money," Kobayashi Sora smiled. "As long as you complete one picture, with Kashiwagi Eri-sensei's popularity, there will definitely be many comments, including readers who share their own interpretations. And the comment with the most likes will be rewarded with being turned into a manga by Kashiwagi Eri-sensei."

"Crowdfunding to draw a manga?!" Eriri's hands trembled, unsure whether it was from excitement or anger. "Kobayashi Sora, you...you..."

"Your drawing skills have been showcased, the readers' feedback has been rewarded, and everyone will help you design and select the plot you need." Kobayashi Sora moved her hand away. "You see, it's very simple, a world where no one gets hurt is complete."

Eriri looked at herself on the screen, her complex expression leaving much to the imagination.

An artist who wanted to create manga through her own hard work was forced to seek help from a scumbag due to a weak storyline. His demands were so unreasonable that, despite her reluctance, the beautiful artist, caught in a compromising situation, had no choice but to reluctantly lift her skirt in the fading sunlight, the man's burning gaze like an invisible hand...

Why did I start imagining things?

Eriri finally came to her senses, angrily pressing the delete button and erasing all four photos. "Was all of this part of your plan?"

"So far," Kobayashi Sora said, catching the phone Eriri tossed to her, "it seems to be going fairly smoothly."

"Scumbag!"

"Thank you for the compliment."

Chapter 4 Half-Father, Half-Mother

“So,” Kobayashi Sora waved her phone, “as we agreed before, give me your LINE number.”

"Dream on!" Eriri turned and walked away. "I'm going home!"

fear.

Eriri truly felt fear.

It's like a stay-at-home wife encountering her boss who's taking her drunk husband home, a girl with poor grades seeing a tutor with a creepy smile, a sports student who underperforms and is kept at school by their PE teacher, or a newly debuted idol meeting their manager...

"Ah, speaking of which, modern phones all have a recycle bin function." Kobayashi Sora's voice sounded behind Eriri, like the hiss of a viper. "The photos I just deleted have been restored."

Eriri stopped and turned around, only to see her own suggestive expression on the screen of Kobayashi Sora's phone.

Next to the phone was Kobayashi Sora's face. His narrow eyes were squinted, like a smiling fox, while the smile formed by his thin lips made him look more like a snake ready to devour its prey.

"You..." Eriri trembled with anger, "What exactly do you want?"

"LINE ID".

Eriri let out a long breath and said a string of numbers without expression.

Kobayashi Sora entered the number and submitted a friend request; Eriri received a notification sound.

"I agree."

Eriri took out her phone and pressed the screen hard, as if Kobayashi Sora was lying on it, about to crush it with a single finger. "Can I delete it now?"

"No."

"What did you say?!"

"What if I delete the photos and you delete me?" Kobayashi Sora waved her phone. "If I contact you someday and you don't reply, I'll send the photos to... well, I know quite a few people."

Eriri exploded, "You broke your promise!"

"Our agreement is that you give me your LINE number, and I'll give you my lock screen password," Kobayashi Sora smiled. "Anything else we agreed on?"

"Scumbag."

"One compliment is enough."

"Shameless."

"This is interesting." Kobayashi Sora put away her phone. "Don't worry, I won't show it to anyone else."

"I don't trust you at all!"

"You have to believe me," Kobayashi Sora said sincerely. "We're good friends, how could I possibly hurt you?"

“Classmate,” Eriri corrected, “or rather, former classmate.”

"Not for long." Kobayashi Sora took out her student ID. "I've already transferred to the private Toyonosaki Academy, second year, class B."

“Class B…” Eriri was taken aback. “Are you looking for him?”

"Why not?" Kobayashi Sora retorted. "We are half-brothers, after all."

“You…” Eriri suddenly calmed down and sneered, “You two have already broken up, he won’t pay any attention to you.”

"How about we make a bet?" Kobayashi Sora suggested. "If I can convince him to join my club, you can come along. If he doesn't, I'll never bother you again and I'll delete the photos."

"He's just a fan; he won't make games!"

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Who wouldn't dare!" Eriri glared. "Fine, let's bet!"

"It's a deal." Kobayashi Sora extended her finger in front of Eriri.

"What?" Eriri asked irritably.

"The agreed-upon ceremony."

Are you a primary school student?

Kobayashi Sora's gaze swept over Eriri.

They didn't say anything.

But it's as if they've said everything.

Eriri gritted her teeth, "Where are you looking?"

"Your imagination."

Her soft little finger hooked onto Kobayashi Sora's little finger, tightening it as if she wanted to break his finger off.

"Pinky promise, pinky promise, I'll make you swallow a thousand needles if you lie~" Eriri hummed a lullaby, her face darkening. "I'll cut off your fingers one by one and give you all the pain in the world."

“Sawamura-kun,” Kobayashi Sora blinked, “did you add something that wouldn’t normally be there?”

"This is a return gift for what you've done!" Eriri shook off Kobayashi Sora's hand and walked towards the villa on the hill without looking back.

“The first one, and two more to come.” Watching Eriri’s retreating figure, Kobayashi Sora murmured, “Let’s start with the easy ones.”

Editorial Department of Shinazugawa Shoten Fantastic Paperback.

"Hurry up." Deputy editor-in-chief Machida Sonoko smoothed her short black hair, her blue eyes fixed on Kobayashi Sora in front of her. "I have something to do later."

"After all, I've just been promoted to deputy editor-in-chief, and there's a lot to do." Kobayashi Sora handed over a thick stack of papers. "Thank you for your corrections."

“If it weren’t for the fact that you’ve helped Akane (Akane Kousaka’s real name) a lot, this kind of task should be handled by a new editor.” Machida Sonoko glanced at the title. “Teasing Master Takagi-san? The legendary White Paper Fan of RER also writes novels himself. Could it be that Red Flower Stick will suddenly announce that he’s going to make a game one day?”

Well, that's possible.

“You opportunists always think that creation is a very simple thing. If you underestimate creation like that…” Machida Sonoko’s voice grew weaker and weaker until it disappeared completely, leaving only the rustling sound of the manuscript paper turning.

Her blue eyes darted rapidly from side to side as she scanned the thick manuscript at near-quantum reading speed. Finally, she pressed the closed manuscript onto the table, leaned forward, and locked her gaze into Kobayashi Sora's eyes. She was determined to detect any hint of lying from him. "Did you write this?"

"I typed it out word by word." Kobayashi Sora showed her wrist with a plaster on it. "I had to finish it in a short time, and I suffered a lot because of it."

"Teasing Master Takagi-san" is a manga created by Soichiro Yamamoto. It tells the lighthearted and fun story of a girl who is good at teasing people and a silly boy who earnestly wants to "get revenge" after being teased.

There's no heartbreak, no love triangles, no misunderstandings or conflicts; it's just the sweet daily life of two middle school students, yet it makes everyone who watches it feel incredibly envious.

In short, I'm extremely envious.

But this work and its author do not exist in this world.

As the only person in the world who knew this work, Kobayashi Sora, filled with gratitude for the original author, shamelessly became a plagiarist, transforming the images in her mind into a light novel and typing it out word by word.

After all, he didn't have Eriri's skills and couldn't recreate the manga.

"The way the words depict the scenes like a comic book, along with the subject matter and length... this is an excellent work that is extremely suitable for manga adaptation." Machida Sonoko became excited. Not long ago, she was an editor, and the completion of a wildly popular work helped her become the deputy editor-in-chief.

Now, an opportunity has arisen to solidify our position!

Chapter 5 Auntie, please respect yourself

“I’ll be in charge of this project,” Machida Sonoko decided. “What are your requirements?”

Kobayashi Sora smiled as she sipped her coffee. "Any more requests?"

“A work like this would be highly regarded in any paperback publication,” Machida Sonoko said, her hand still pressed on the manuscript. “You came to me on your own initiative, you must have some requests.”

"Then, I want a position."

"Position?"

"I want to be an editor."

Machida Sonoko looked him up and down. "You're the editor?!"

"What, I can't be an editor?"