How to raise a random guy's wife

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This is work.

Community, livestock, and land.

Kobayashi Sora brought bread and milk to the rooftop, and as expected, saw Kasumigaoka Utaha sitting alone.

A gentle breeze ruffled her long, black hair, her plump legs encased in stockings were crossed, her red eyes were lowered, and her slender fingers were turning the pages of a book.

Kasumigaoka Utaha looked up. "Too slow."

"I just don't want to be said that by someone who habitually delays submitting their work."

"Many readers are willing to wait for me, but how many girls are willing to wait for you?"

"Shut up and eat your pineapple bun."

Chapter 42 Admitting Mistakes and Correcting Them

"You're so late," Kasumigaoka Utaha finished her lunch, licking the breadcrumbs off her fingertips, "I'm still waiting here. Aren't you touched?"

“First of all, it wasn’t that late,” Kobayashi Sora said helplessly. “Secondly, no one asked you to wait. Finally, I wasn’t touched.”

"Tsundere?" Kasumigaoka Utaha nodded. "Yes, this idea can be used in a book."

"Tsundere?"

“You were late for your date,” Kasumigaoka Utaha corrected.

"First, I don't have dates; second, I'm never late; and finally, I'm never late for dates."

Have you ever gone on a date?

"Never mind that, as long as you're not late."

“That’s right, men who are late are annoying.” Kasumigaoka Utaha pinched her fair chin. “Then let’s use force majeure to make the male lead late.”

"Earthquake, typhoon, tsunami?"

"Then how can we go on a date?" Kasumigaoka Utaha's jewel-like red eyes darted around. "Go to the police station."

"Criminal acts are more serious than being late," Kobayashi Sora warned. "It's best to avoid depicting illegal behavior in light novels."

"It was designed as a misunderstanding."

"for example?"

"I was helping a little girl find her mother, but I was misunderstood."

"It can be explained in just a few sentences."

"It was a misunderstanding. A clueless kid came along, thought the protagonist was doing something bad, and then they started fighting."

"Fighting and brawling can also lead to detention."

"Then I won't fight back."

"Too cowardly," Kobayashi Sora shook her head. "It doesn't fit the protagonist's character."

"It's not good to fight back when a woman hits you, like kicking her or something."

“Indeed, we could open a new line along the way,” Kobayashi Sora thought further. “But that would be easy to explain, and we wouldn’t be late for long.”

"Make the girls' personalities a little more complicated."

"for example?"

"Like Eriri Sawamura Spencer, who cares about her image in the eyes of others, was busy communicating with her classmates during the recording process, was so concerned about saving face that she suffered for it, and went to great lengths to disguise herself and compromise in order to fit into the group."

Could your malice be any more obvious?

"Daddy's alive..."

"Don't add anything weird to a romance novel," Kobayashi Sora reminded him. "This is a character who's going to have a storyline, so at least give me some highlights."

"for example?"

"To admit one's mistakes and correct them?"

"Ok?"

“After realizing the misunderstanding, the protagonist kicks back,” Kobayashi Sora explained. “Then a passing policeman sees this, misunderstands that they are fighting, and takes them away.”

“That makes the story flow much better.” Kasumigaoka Utaha nodded, then suddenly looked at Kobayashi Sora, “Let’s do a simulation.”

"Ok?"

“To truly capture that feeling, you have to experience it firsthand.” Kasumigaoka Utaha grasped the protective wire mesh on the rooftop and bent down.

The originally elegant curves became even clearer and more charming with her movements.

"is this okay?"

"This is the editor's task." Kasumigaoka Utaha bit her lower lip, turning to look at Kobayashi Sora, strands of her black hair falling down. "Hurry up!"

"Alright then." Kobayashi Sora gave it a light kick.

"Hmm." Kasumigaoka Utaha's school uniform skirt swayed slightly as she turned her head away in displeasure. "Didn't you eat? Push harder!"

"Are you sure?" Kobayashi Sora reminded him, "I haven't trained, I don't know how to control my strength, and my kicks are all over the place."

“That’s more realistic.” Kasumigaoka Utaha turned her head and looked out over the barbed wire towards the playground below the school building, her gaze distant. “Wasn’t I just as reckless before?”

Before?

Kobayashi Sora recalled their first meeting.

So this is considered an apology?

“It’s about experiencing the characters in the story!” Kasumigaoka Utaha’s voice was icy. “Don’t look down on me. You can put up with me to help me create good content, and I, as a creator, can do the same!”

"So you knew you had a bad temper."

"Never mind that, hurry up and push!"

"But......"

"Are you even a man? Can you even do it?"

"Alright." Kobayashi Sora found the right angle and kicked out!

Before the kick even landed, the gust of wind lifted a corner of Kasumigaoka Utaha's school uniform skirt, revealing a darker black ring on her thigh from her black pantyhose.

Those are the protective seams on the pantyhose, mainly used to prevent the pantyhose from running.

Because pantyhose often have seams that skip from the top down, they usually end up on the upper thigh.

Before Kobayashi Sora could see clearly, she felt a soft texture on her feet.

boom!

"Hmm~!" Kasumigaoka Utaha groaned softly, her supple body pressed completely against the barbed wire, the cold wires creating subtle lines around her. "You're really something..."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"I wasn't complimenting you!" Kasumigaoka Utaha's face flushed red, even her ears turned red, and her voice softened, "Help me up..."

"I told you I wouldn't hold back, and you still provoked me." Kobayashi Sora helped Kasumigaoka Utaha up. "Sit down and rest for a while."

"Hiss—" The moment her bottom touched the bench, Kasumigaoka Utaha gasped, her gaze toward Kobayashi Sora fierce, as if she wanted to poke two holes in him.

"Hmm... Did you get a feel for the characters in the story?"

"Ah, very clear." Kasumigaoka Utaha's buttocks were almost touching the bench. "I've memorized it, hiss—"

"Are you OK?"

"Guess what?"

"Shall I take you to the infirmary?"

"Wait a minute..." Kasumigaoka Utaha stood up straight, embarrassed and annoyed. "I'm waiting for class."

"Eh?"

"If you want the whole school to know, you can go now."

"Wait until class starts." Kobayashi Sora readily agreed.

Xiaolin didn't come back.

Kato Megumi looked at the back seat, which was empty.

"Hey, Tomoya, let me come over to your house this weekend. Didn't you buy that?" Kato Megumi's voice reached her ears.