How to raise a random guy's wife

"The short skirt seems to be getting in the way too," Kobayashi Megumi reminded her.

She was telling the truth; the bodycon skirt was quite tight and nearly knee-length.

Massaging the calves is fine, but massaging the thighs...

"How about," Kobayashi Sora suggested, "we take a shower first?"

"No." Kobayashi Megumi pulled her legs back and hugged Kobayashi Sora. "I like it..."

"what do you like?"

"The smell of you..." Kobayashi Megumi whispered shyly, burying her blushing face in Kobayashi Sora's neck. "The smell of sweat is so nice."

If you take a shower, all that's left is the smell of shower gel.

That smells good in a different way.

You can smell it later.

“Then we have the same hobby,” Kobayashi Sora chuckled.

"Really?" Kobayashi Megumi looked up at him, initially feeling that her preference was a bit...unconventional.

“Of course it’s true,” Kobayashi Sora replied. “I also like the smell of my own sweat.”

“Hmm…” Kobayashi Megumi’s pink cheeks puffed out slightly.

"But I like you even more." Kobayashi Sora leaned close to Kobayashi Megumi's hair and took a deep breath.

"You bad guy..."

"I'm going to tell you something, but you're not allowed to dislike me," Kobayashi Sora breathed into her ear.

"Hmm~" Kobayashi Megumi shrank back, "You go first, I'll think about it."

“Um…” Kobayashi Sora hesitated for a moment, “pajamas.”

Kobayashi Megumi asked curiously, "What's wrong with the pajamas?"

"The pajamas smell wonderful."

"That's the scent of fabric softener."

"No matter what, I still recognize the smell of fabric softener."

"If it's not the scent of fabric softener, what else could it smell like..." Kobayashi Megumi paused.

What else could it smell like?

It seems like all that's left is the scent of someone wearing pajamas.

But there's nothing to complain about. Kobayashi Megumi just said she likes the smell of Kobayashi Sora, and she even likes the smell of sweat.

There's nothing wrong with simply liking someone, as long as you don't do anything weird... huh?

Megumi Kobayashi reached out and pinched Sora Kobayashi's chin. "You didn't do anything strange to my pajamas without my knowledge, did you?"

Xiao Lin Kong Qing: "..."

Kobayashi Megumi: "No, right?"

Kobayashi Sora, somewhat guiltily avoiding Kobayashi Megumi's gaze, said, "That depends on how you define the concept of 'strange things'."

it is good.

Saying something like that means he actually did it.

"Hmm...you little rascal." Kobayashi Megumi gently pinched Kobayashi Sora's nose. "Could it be...could it be the kind that Eriri drew in her book?"

"It's not that bad yet..."

"Not quite?" Kobayashi Megumi raised an eyebrow. "Then how badly?"

"It hasn't gotten to that point..." Kobayashi Sora's voice trailed off.

"But how am I supposed to know what level it is if you don't tell me?"

Xiao Lin Kong Qing: "..."

"Tell me, maybe I've done something similar too," Kobayashi Megumi said softly, shaking Kobayashi Sora's arm. "Tell me, please, my dear husband~"

"It's just..." Kobayashi Sora whispered in Kobayashi Megumi's ear, "After you get up in the morning, don't you change out of your pajamas? And then I..."

"I've smelled pajamas before," Kobayashi Megumi blinked. "I thought..."

"Hmm?" Kobayashi Sora had just uttered a questioning sound when Kobayashi Megumi silenced her.

"Well......"

Chapter 417 Hello, Guest

"Hmm..." The morning sunlight carried the aroma of breakfast. Kobayashi Sora made a muffled sound, mumbled a couple of times, and wanted to go back to sleep.

Something touched his lips, and then...

Then the soft, flowing hair fell onto my face, making it itchy.

"Hmm..." Kobayashi Sora opened her eyes and saw Kobayashi Megumi standing right in front of her.

Seeing that he was awake, Kobayashi Megumi stopped talking and said, "Honey, it's time to get up."

Her long hair, falling over Kobayashi Sora's chest as she bent over, made him feel a ticklish sensation.

Kobayashi Megumi lightly flicked her little finger, tucking one side of her hair behind her ear to reveal her alluring, warm jade-like ear.

The pink apron wrapped around her body, and because of her bent-over posture, the strap around her neck bore an undue weight.

Megumi Kobayashi was wearing a pink apron.

Hmm... a pink apron.

Kobayashi Sora blinked, "I need another kiss before I can get up."

"I really can't do anything with you..." Kobayashi Megumi moved closer again, but before she could touch Kobayashi Sora's lips, he pulled her onto the bed.

"Mmm..." Kobayashi Megumi leaned into Kobayashi Sora's arms and bit her lower lip. "You bad boy, I knew it."

"You knew that, yet you still dared to come closer..." Kobayashi Sora wrapped her arms around Kobayashi Megumi's slender waist and touched the knot of the apron tied around her waist.

"I want to be closer to you..." Kobayashi Megumi whispered, "Don't... don't move."

"Is it just a little closer?"

“We can bring in a little bit,” Kobayashi Megumi’s voice was soft and sweet. “But then, breakfast will get cold.”

"We can discuss this over breakfast."

"That's ridiculous..." Kobayashi Megumi glared at him, her face flushed. "You're so mean."

"Then let's wait a while before having breakfast," Kobayashi Sora sighed.

"It won't taste good when it's cold." Kobayashi Megumi looked away. "I said you were mean-spirited, but I didn't say..."

It didn't say it was impossible.

Kobayashi Sora understood, picked up Kobayashi Megumi, and walked out of the bedroom.

A good day starts with breakfast.

Dirty~

The hairdryer in Kobayashi Sora's hand blew hot air, drying the moisture off Kobayashi Megumi's hair.

"I just showered this morning... and I have to shower again," Kobayashi Megumi complained, blushing.

"I'll be there for you no matter how many times."

"Then who knows how many times I'll have to wash it." Kobayashi Megumi snorted, then remembered something she had been thinking about earlier, "Oh right, I was also thinking of getting a haircut."

"It's a bit of a shame," Kobayashi Sora said, gently stroking Kobayashi Megumi's hair. "It's gotten so long..."

"It's too long and it's getting in the way."

"Ok?"

"For example, if we had short hair, we could use the time we would have spent blow-drying our hair for other things."

Kobayashi Sora felt that Kobayashi Megumi's words made a lot of sense.

"Would you like to try cutting my hair?"

"Huh? Is that okay?"

"It's very simple," Kobayashi Megumi explained. "I usually trim the front myself, you just need to help me shorten the back."

"Sounds good, I'll look into it."

Without hesitation, Kobayashi Sora started searching online for information about hairdressing. "Hmm...like this, like this...and I also need to pay attention to this..."

"No need to study it for so long~" Kobayashi Megumi said helplessly, "It's just a haircut."

"What if I cut it wrong..."

"You can cut less. If you make a mistake, the remaining length will be enough to get it redone at the barbershop."

“That’s true.” Kobayashi Sora closed the webpage, picked up the scissors, and asked, “What kind of hairstyle would the customer like?”

"Hmm... I haven't decided yet."

"It's okay, our store is known for its excellent service, you can stay as long as you want."

"The service is great~" Kobayashi Megumi's eyes darted around, "Do you offer any special services?"

“I’m sorry,” Kobayashi Sora said seriously, “this customer, our shop is a place where you perform first, then sell your body.”

Rice cake quietly passed by, giving Kobayashi Sora a sidelong glance.

These two are at it again.

Kobayashi Sora took the scissors, recalled the techniques she had seen before, and carefully cut off a strand.

With a soft click of the scissors closing, a strand of hair fell into Kobayashi Sora's palm.

Hmm... it feels okay, not too difficult.

Kobayashi Sora felt relieved, her movements gradually became smoother, and she made adjustments little by little, carefully cutting with the scissors.