How to raise a random guy's wife

"Poetry Feather..."

"What, do you want a hug?"

"Who wants it!" Eriri turned and glared at Kasumigaoka Utaha. "Aren't you worried?"

What are you worried about?

"Kora and Megumi," Eriri thought, putting down her paintbrush. "What if... I mean, what if they fail?"

"Their chances of failing are basically about the same as the chances of you surpassing me in a certain area of ​​development." Kasumigaoka Utaha's gaze shifted from the screen to Eriri's face. "What's there to worry about?"

"You only need to say the probability is extremely low, is it necessary to use such a long prefix for analogy?"

“Isn’t this quite fitting?” Kasumigaoka Utaha chuckled. “You understood it instantly.”

"Just wait until you sag!" Eriri cursed viciously.

"It's better than having nothing at all."

“Kasumigaoka Utaha!” Eriri gasped for breath, taking a while to calm down. “You almost led me astray again… I mean, what if they fail?”

"Then Maltz will complete the game using the existing materials. Thanks to Akane Kousaka, even if it's incomplete, it will still be a work of above-average quality."

"Who wants a masterpiece that's shortchanged? Would you really want that?"

“Of course not, how could I accept such a thing?” Kasumigaoka Utaha crossed her arms. “If Malz really did such a thing, I would ask to have my name removed from the staff list.”

Eriri stared at the area where Kasumigaoka Utaha's arms had bound her breasts so tightly, and a nameless anger rose within her. "That's too mild! I'm going to leak this on the website and Twitter a week before the release and make them all furious!"

“That makes sense.” Kasumigaoka Utaha nodded. “What do you think about releasing all the scripts and original artwork so far online?”

"That sounds great!" Eriri's eyes lit up. "To be on the safe side, we can hire a real super hacker to do the work, so that no one can find out who leaked it. That would be perfect."

“A hacker who can only cut off power is out of the question.” Kasumigaoka Utaha had a new idea. “Since we’re going to hire experts, could we somehow make the files leak out of Malz’s server?”

"That's more difficult..." Eriri knew a bit about hacking, like asking for passwords... "Or we could lie and say we have additional material, and send over data containing a virus..."

“However,” Kasumigaoka Utaha’s plump thighs trembled, “if we go to that extent, our debut work will be completely ruined.”

Are you scared?

"Of course not! If my debut work turned out like that, I'd rather it be ruined!" Kasumigaoka Utaha's red eyes flashed with a cold light, and the corners of her mouth turned up dangerously. "From now on, Malz will be the standard disgusting villain in all my works."

"Okay, okay! I'll draw it for you then, the more disgusting and hateful the better!"

"Help me..." Kasumigaoka Utaha lowered her eyelids slightly, "Eriri, do you still want to continue drawing?"

"What are you talking about? Of course I want to!" Eriri casually picked up two drawings. Even a layman could clearly see the obvious difference in quality between the two. "Although I don't want to admit it, under that devil's exploitation, I'm improving rapidly every day... no, I mean the speed of my improvement is increasing. Why not keep drawing?"

“I’m pretty much the same.” Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at the text on the screen. “But if I continue creating, I’ll still encounter the same problems, won’t I?”

"...Then let's not cooperate with those kinds of companies."

“Not everyone can become Akane Akasaka,” Kasumigaoka Utaha pointed out.

"Then... what about the two people?" Eriri asked instinctively.

Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at Eriri, "The two of us?"

“Who’s talking to you or us!” Eriri turned her head. “Well… it’s still not going to work. After all, we both have social anxiety. When it comes to dealing with the company, we definitely need professionals.”

“That makes sense.” Kasumigaoka Utaha stared at Eriri’s back of the head for a while before looking away. “She seems to be kind or a bit assertive.”

"Isn't that Sora Aoi and Megumi?" Eriri tried to pick up her paintbrush again and continue painting. "I wonder how they are now."

"In the end, it was still Kasumigaoka Eri." Kasumigaoka Utaha's hands returned to the keyboard. "It probably won't be resolved so quickly; negotiation and wrangling are the most time-consuming things..."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Eriri heard the maid's voice, "Sora and Megumi are here."

"They're here?!" Eriri exclaimed in surprise, quickly opening the door and rushing out.

In the living room, Sayuri Sawamura was entertaining Megumi Kobayashi and Sora Kobayashi.

Noticing the wedding rings on the couple's hands, Sayuri Sawamura sighed deeply.

Careless.

I should have expected it; Kobayashi Sora and Kobayashi Megumi would have come together earlier.

How come I didn't notice her at all back then?

But that's alright.

The goal has been achieved.

At least Eriri has broken free from the constraints of the past.

Childhood sweethearts—ah.

"Megumi!" Eriri rushed over, "How did it go?"

"The negotiations went smoothly," Kobayashi Megumi replied with a smile. "The release of Maltz will be delayed, and the delivery of materials will also be postponed by a month, giving you more time to realize your ideas."

"Really?!" Eriri's eyes widened in disbelief. "They actually did it?!"

“Malts made such a big concession,” Kasumigaoka Utaha frowned slightly, “it couldn’t have been a very smooth negotiation.”

“It probably wasn’t very smooth for them,” Kobayashi Sora recalled the expressions on the faces of the people at the meeting. “But for me, it went quite smoothly.”

“That’s great, that’s a good thing,” Sawamura Sayuri suggested. “Let’s have dinner here and talk while we eat.”

"Um... I'm sorry." Kobayashi Sora politely declined, "I'll explain in detail later. We have some urgent matters to attend to, so we won't stay today."

The reason I came directly instead of calling was to reassure Kasumigaoka Utaha and Eriri so they could continue creating in peace.

"Urgent?" Eriri asked curiously. "Is there some trouble again?"

"Well..." Kobayashi Megumi took Kobayashi Sora's arm, "It's not a big deal, but it's really urgent."

Ah, this...

Eriri immediately thought of several positions.

After watching the two leave, Eriri and Kasumigaoka Utaha exchanged a glance.

I feel... it seems like it would be better if the two of them worked together.

It's better not to bring Kobayashi Sora and Kobayashi Megumi.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

P.S.: I'm so stupid, I forgot to upload a chapter.

Chapter 416 To what extent

"Meow~"

Hearing the sound of the door lock being opened, Nian Gao squatted down in front of the door and called out.

The door opened, and Kobayashi Sora and Kobayashi Megumi walked in, closing the door behind them.

"Meow—" Just as Nian Gao meowed, she saw Kobayashi Sora being pressed against the door by Kobayashi Megumi.

rice cake:"......"

Eat cat food, eat cat food.

"Mmm~" The girl suppressed Kobayashi Sora's weak resistance and recklessly breathed in his scent.

"I went to see Akane-nee, and also Eriri and Senpai. I've notified everyone who needed to be notified," Kobayashi Megumi whispered in his ear. "So... for the rest of the time, you're mine alone."

Like a domineering queen, Kobayashi Megumi stood on tiptoe, depriving Kobayashi Sora of the right to breathe.

With his arms wrapped around Kobayashi Megumi's slender waist, Kobayashi Sora supported her soft body, moving in a passionate kiss until they both fell onto the sofa.

"Hoo~" Reluctantly stopping, Kobayashi Megumi braced herself against Kobayashi Sora's chest, her hands supporting her seemingly melting body. She half-closed her eyes as she looked at Kobayashi Sora beneath her, "I've pinned you down."

Her cheeks were flushed pink, and Kobayashi Megumi's moist cherry lips were slightly upturned. Her gentle voice carried the pleasure of conquest.

She only decided to become Kobayashi Sora's secretary for this very moment.

Witness firsthand his triumphant and all-conquering demeanor, and then... conquer him.

She gently bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, pressing a subtle indentation into the corner of her lips.

Kobayashi Megumi's eyes were glazed over, and the hand that was on Kobayashi Sora's chest began to shift.

"Ugh!" she exclaimed softly, looking at Kobayashi Sora with a reproachful expression, "You...you big bad guy."

"I knew it." Kobayashi Sora's fingers twitched slightly as she kneaded Kobayashi Megumi's small feet encased in stockings. "Does it hurt?"

"It's alright~"

"Showing off." Kobayashi Sora straightened up, let Kobayashi Megumi sit on the sofa, grabbed her little feet, and helped her put her legs on her thighs. "You've never worn leather shoes for so long before, right?"

"Hmm~" Kobayashi Megumi wanted to respond softly, but because of Kobayashi Sora's hand movements, her originally ordinary tone involuntarily changed twice, becoming soft and weak, "You have to wear leather shoes at school too."

“Those are round-toed.” Kobayashi Sora gently massaged Kobayashi Megumi’s feet to help relieve her soreness. “They feel completely different.”

"It's alright~" Kobayashi Megumi twitched her toes. Kobayashi Sora's hands were warm and a little itchy.

The thin stockings couldn't conceal the luster of her jade-like feet, and as Kobayashi Sora kneaded them, the sheen of the stockings constantly shifted.

"Honey~"

"Ok?"

"Isn't it a little inconvenient to pinch while wearing stockings?"

"So... there is a little bit."

“Well…” Kobayashi Megumi whispered, “I like the way you loosen your tie.”

"Can the hand you use to pull your tie pull anything else?"

Now is the time for Kobayashi Sora to prove herself.

With a soft rustling sound, her long, slender legs, encased in stockings, were once again revealed to Kobayashi Sora.

Without the subtle, alluring feel of stockings, the radiance of her delicate skin boldly asserts its presence, possessing an alluring charm.

Kobayashi Sora swallowed hard and gently massaged Kobayashi Megumi's calf muscles to help her relax.

"Honey~"

"Ok?"