How to raise a random guy's wife

Would you like some lemon tea?

"Okay, thank you, Megumi." Eriri instinctively took it, then turned her head sharply, "Megumi?"

"what's wrong?"

What are you doing at his house?

"Because I bought ingredients," Kato Megumi said, covering her nose as she smelled the rice cake in the cup, "so I came over."

"Buying groceries... no, never mind." Eriri shook her head. "I have absolutely no ideas for the new illustration, and there's the doujinshi for next month, and the manga is still in the sketch stage. Where did you go during Golden Week?"

"Hokkaido, for tourism," Kobayashi Sora replied succinctly. "I also brought you a souvenir."

Kobayashi Sora handed the red box to Eriri, who put down her water glass and took it. "That's more like it."

The box contains chocolate balls filled with whole strawberries. The freeze-dried, ripe strawberries are both beautiful and delicious, and the white chocolate coating is sweet but not cloying.

"I brought you some cookies." Kato Megumi handed Eriri a box of cookies, the legendary White Lover, the undefeated number one souvenir that has been a favorite for years. Two thin cookies sandwich super smooth white chocolate, you'll want to eat two after just one.

"Two portions...wait, wait?" Eriri suddenly realized, "You guys went on a trip together?!"

“I met him while traveling,” Kobayashi Sora corrected. “And I was on a business trip during a holiday, it was for work, not tourism.”

Eriri looked at Megumi Kato, then at Sora Kobayashi.

For some reason, I feel that the pathetic, thick wall between me and them seems to have grown even thicker.

While Kobayashi Sora was drawing comics alone at home, she was traveling in Hokkaido with Kato Megumi.

If I could be with... who would want to be with him!

Even if he comes to me on his own initiative...

Well... we'll see when the time comes.

In short...

Eriri's gaze towards Kato Megumi gradually returned to its previous calm.

If she travels with Kobayashi Sora, it means she has no interest in...

Then they are no longer enemies.

They weren't enemies to begin with.

I didn't intend to compete with her for anything.

hum~

The little girl's expression kept changing, like a face-changing act.

"That's why!" Eriri gathered her thoughts. "I need an assistant!"

Most comic artists have assistants, since weekly updates are not something the average person can accomplish.

The few comic artists who don't need assistants have daunting workloads and no guarantee of a consistent update frequency.

Of course, there are also many who cannot afford to hire an assistant.

"Oh, right! Let me make this clear first, I absolutely do not accept people recruited publicly online." Eriri added, "Who knows if someone will suddenly appear who [can never finish a very simple task, keeps coming to me to discuss details, and when I ask someone who knows them to be on the safe side, I find out that the person is a stalker who keeps pestering me to talk]."

That sounds like advice based on experience.

"So..." Kobayashi Sora pointed to herself, "How about me?"

"You can draw?"

"will not."

"Do you think you can do it?"

"I'm not good at background effects, but I can handle simple tasks like whitening, blacking out, and adding halftone dots," Kobayashi Sora summarized. "Simply put, as long as it doesn't involve creative work, I'm an expert among experts when it comes to repetitive and monotonous tasks."

This is the basic self-perception of the "lying down" type of corporate slave.

Eriri hesitated for a moment. Kobayashi Sora had already drawn the storyboard, and she didn't need to think about the plot. If Kobayashi Sora could also do the post-production work, then her workload would be greatly reduced. "Let's give it a try."

She casually picked out a discarded manuscript and placed it in front of Kobayashi Sora.

"So, what are the precautions?"

“Let’s start with whitening,” Eriri said, her usual useless mood disappearing when she talked about work. “There are many areas that need repair, such as the middle of the face, where there are large white areas. If there are blemishes, they will be very noticeable and could easily be mistaken for moles or wrinkles. I’ll mix some pigment for you… or we’ll use white correction fluid.”

“Mmm,” Kobayashi Sora nodded, “Go on, it’s okay if you speak quickly.”

“And inside the dialogue boxes,” Eriri quickened her pace, “when applying ink lines, to make the lines smooth, the ink lines are often drawn inside the dialogue boxes, which needs to be corrected. There are also some places right next to the frame lines where, when the lines are complex, they are drawn outside the lines and need to be corrected. The corners of the frame lines also need to be corrected because the corners are deliberately drawn a little longer when they are drawn.”

Kobayashi Sora memorized everything Eriri had said, then examined the discarded drafts, matching them one by one with the key points in her mind. She picked up a paintbrush, dipped it in correction fluid, tested the feel of it, and then began working.

Decades of spiritual growth and a body in its prime have endowed Kobayashi Sora with extraordinary memory and intelligence-gathering abilities. However, applying these abilities to Xiu Bai's somewhat tedious and meticulous work is like using a cannon to kill a mosquito.

After a brief silence, Kobayashi Sora looked up and showed Eriri her work, "How is it?"

"It's...it's alright." Eriri was quite surprised by Kobayashi Sora's abilities, and pouted her soft lips stubbornly, "We can't expect too much from a beginner like you."

Kobayashi Sora smiled.

If Eriri said that, it means he did a pretty good job.

"And then..." Kobayashi Sora paused, "Have you eaten?"

"Huh?" The topic changed so quickly that Eriri didn't react for a moment.

"I'm hungry, I'll go cook first." Kobayashi Sora put down her paintbrush. "You can stay and eat with us too."

"Hmm... okay." Eriri thought for a moment, "I'll help."

Kobayashi Sora was taken aback. "You can cook?"

"No," Eriri's confidence faltered, but she forced herself to retort, "You can't draw, but you still help, can't you?"

What she said makes a lot of sense.

“Eri,” Kato Megumi picked up the mochi and placed it in Eriri’s arms, “Could you help take care of the mochi? Don’t let it go into the kitchen and cause trouble.”

"Alright then." Eriri hugged the rice cake to her chest.

Chapter 111 Disappointed in You

Held in Eriri's arms, Mochi wasn't behaving itself, its paws pawing at her as if searching for something.

Step on my thighs, step on the flat surface.

Mochi looked at its own paws in confusion, then at Eriri, sniffed them, and finally lay down on Eriri's legs, tucking its front paws under its body in disappointment.

Eh?

Eriri inexplicably felt as if she was being disliked.

Well... it's not important.

It's mainly this feeling.

A cute little life... well, not exactly small. The adorable kitten is lying on my lap, its body temperature slightly higher than mine, and its heartbeat faster. The fluffy touch is simply irresistible.

Eriri's hands were restless, touching and stroking the mochi. When she raised her little hand, she got a handful of cat hair.

That's how long-haired cats are...

"Huh?" Eriri touched something strange, the wonderful texture making her want to keep touching it. "This is... Megumi! Come quick!"

"Hmm?" Kato Megumi came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands dry. "What's wrong?"

"Feel this!" Eriri pointed to the mochi's belly. "It's so fat! Just like Kasumigaoka Utaha's thigh."

What kind of description is this...?

Kato Megumi reached out to touch it, and the cool hand made Mochi shiver. She subconsciously opened her mouth, but when she realized it was Kato Megumi halfway through, she awkwardly closed her mouth and looked away as if nothing had happened.

"Although I've never touched your thigh, senior..." Kato Megumi understood immediately upon touching it, "This is the original sac."

"I've never touched it either, I'm talking about the feeling." Eriri's curiosity was piqued. "I thought it was the lower abdomen, what is a primordial sac?"

“That’s not wrong either.” Kato Megumi’s cat class begins. “The primordial pouch is a loose patch of skin tissue on the lower abdomen of felines. This loose skin increases the cat’s limb extension ability, helping them to take bigger strides and increase their speed; it can also store heat like a camel’s hump for emergencies; and it can be used to protect the abdominal organs when fighting.”

"Wow, that's amazing..." Eriri touched her flat stomach, then touched the soft belly of the rice cake, "and it feels so good."

Rice cake looked utterly dejected.

If you don't work hard, you'll become a woman's plaything.

"The food is ready," Kobayashi Sora called from the kitchen. "Go wash your hands."

"Okay, I know." Eriri put down the rice cake. "You're just like my dad."

"Call him uncle."

"Go to hell!"

"Alright, stop fooling around." Kato Megumi glared at Kobayashi Sora, then led Eriri to wash her hands. "This bottle contains hand sanitizer."

Keigo, Eriri obediently washes her hands.

They're classmates, so why is there such a huge difference in their character?

The sumptuous meal surprised Eriri. At home, she had maids to help with cooking, so her diet was relatively healthy.

But as a British mixed-race heiress, she's the type to drink bottled black tea with chips.

To paraphrase Kasumigaoka Utaha, her lack of attention to diet is such that even the sound of her blood flowing carries the lament of her British heritage.

"I'm starting to eat."

The three of them spoke in unison, but no one touched their chopsticks.

"The dishes are all ready," Kobayashi Sora said, looking at Eriri. "Why aren't you eating yet?"

"I don't dare eat it." Eriri looked suspicious. "You made all of this?"

“We made it,” Kobayashi Sora corrected. “Guests, please start eating and try the chicken soup.”

"You didn't poison me, did you?" Eriri asked warily. "You waited until I passed out, then did this and that to me, took pictures, and sent them to me when I got married."

Your casually crafted plot design is truly classic.

Do I look like the kind of person who would take photos secretly?