How to raise a random guy's wife

While petting the cat, Kasumigaoka Utaha cast a provocative glance at Eriri.

If it weren't for Kato Megumi being there, Kobayashi Sora wouldn't have dared to let these two people, who could start fighting at any moment, into her home.

"I'll leave the clothes here." Kobayashi Sora put down the bag. "Anyway... just don't go too far. I'll let you know in advance when I'm leaving."

After exchanging greetings, Kobayashi Sora and Kato Megumi glanced at each other, giving her a look that said, "I'm counting on you for everything," before going into the bedroom and closing the door.

"Alright." Eriri set up her easel. "Take it off."

"Huh?" Kato Megumi was taken aback. Was it going to be this exciting right from the start?

“Sure,” Kasumigaoka Utaha smiled. “That’s basic professional awareness for a model.”

"Huh?!" Kato Megumi's eyes widened.

“However,” Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at Eriri, “Sawamura, do you want to see it?”

"This is a necessary process," Eriri said righteously. "Don't you know that adding clothes is always the last thing in a drawing? Or are you saying that even if there are problems with the anatomy and it looks weird, you don't care?"

"Then you should go back to practicing your basics." Kasumigaoka Utaha put down the mochi and tossed her long hair. "Since you've said that, it means if I do what you say, you'll be able to draw decent illustrations, right?"

"Of course!" Eriri stared at Kasumigaoka Utaha, her mind filled with thoughts of how to mess with her and embarrass her.

"That's good." Kasumigaoka Utaha opened the bag that Kobayashi Sora had put down. "Hmm, he prepared three sets, and high heels, just in case? That's really his personality."

All three sets were the same. Kasumigaoka Utaha randomly picked out one set and opened the packaging.

Under the watchful eyes of Megumi Kato and Eriri, Kasumigaoka Utaha clasped her hands together, grabbed the hem of her dress, and then moved her arms upwards.

Eriri, who had been watching Kasumigaoka Utaha intently, saw an unmistakable malice in Utaha's eyes just before her eyes were covered by her skirt.

You are already dead.

That's what she was saying.

The white dress slipped off her body, and Kato Megumi covered her face with her hands, her eyes sparkling through her fingers.

Eriri stared blankly at Kasumigaoka Utaha in front of her, her mouth agape without her realizing it.

Then he lowered his head.

look up.

Bow down.

look up.

I feel like I've seen something incredible.

Is this thing even real?

Aren't you tired of having those two lumps of fat hanging on your body?!

You'll work yourself to death!

Damn it...why?!

She's only a year older than me!

Can such a big change really happen in just one year?

Not will.

And also... shouldn't they be very fat normally?

I even called you "fat and black stockings" for nothing, but what's with that flat stomach and ridiculously thin waist?!

Do you think you're doing right by those two pieces of meat?

Did you know that it's very unhealthy for fat to accumulate in one place?

Eriri gritted her teeth in annoyance; that despicable body...

"What?" Kasumigaoka Utaha raised an eyebrow. "Is this whetting your appetite?"

"No way!" Eriri snapped. "How far are you going to go with this?! Get your clothes changed right now!"

"I hesitated to change because I saw the look of irresistible desire on your face." Kasumigaoka Utaha picked up the bodysuit. "After all, it's a beauty you can't see."

This woman definitely did it on purpose...

Eriri almost broke her pen.

Kasumigaoka Utaha put on the bunny girl backless bodysuit and encountered resistance when she tried to pull it up.

"Hmm?" Kasumigaoka Utaha asked in confusion, exerting a little force.

As she moved, the deep ravines and treacherous valleys surged with waves.

“It’s a bit of a nuisance,” Kasumigaoka Utaha sighed. “It’s really a problem. I wish I were like Sawamura.”

Eriri's pencil snapped completely. "Kasumigaoka Utaha!!!"

“Um…” Kato Megumi held up her phone, “I checked online, and it says that you can’t wear a bra.”

"I see." Kasumigaoka Utaha turned her head with a smile. "Sawamura, do you still want to watch?"

"Who cares about you!"

Thankfully, Kato Megumi was there...

The room's sound insulation is only so-so.

To be honest, even a room with excellent soundproofing wouldn't be very effective against this kind of noise.

“Coco,” Kobayashi Sora clicked the mouse, “you continue.”

"The psychologist you introduced before was really good. Coco became happier after talking to her." Tang Coco's voice came from the other end of the earphone. "But... Xiangyin still can't sing."

"I see." Kobayashi Sora's fingers tapped on the keyboard as she communicated with the psychologist. "Have you tried any other methods?"

"Yes, Xiaoqian taught her how to make takoyaki."

Kobayashi Sora: "Hmm?"

"Isn't it because she can't sing in front of strangers? So we wanted to train her to adapt to unfamiliar environments... but it didn't work."

"The method is indeed quite good." Kobayashi Sora browsed the screen. "Anything else?"

"I went to buy clothes."

"Ok?"

"Wearing cute clothes will make me feel better, that's what I thought."

“Your idea is correct.” Kobayashi Sora chuckled. “The doctor also told me some things, of course, without going into privacy, that’s professional ethics. Simply put, Shibuya-kun has no physical problems, the main issue is psychological, her singing ability is fine.”

"Yeah, she sings really well!"

"So..." Kobayashi Sora paused, "As I mentioned to you before, the reason I'm helping you is that I hope you can help my club make games."

"Uh-huh."

“The music in the game doesn’t need to be sung in public; it just needs to be pre-recorded,” Kobayashi Sora explained. “That means with my club’s help, you don’t have to worry about Shibuya being unable to sing in public. And with my help, you can all do music activities together without any worries.”

"Why are you suddenly bringing this up..." Tang Keke's voice was hesitant.

"What I mean is, even if you're not active as school idols, you can still continue your music activities by finding ways to overcome the difficulties," Kobayashi Sora stated bluntly. "I mean..."

"It's okay to give up, right?"

Kobayashi Sora lowered her eyelids slightly. "That's right."

"Coco..." There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then Tang Coco's firm voice came through, "Coco will not give up! I promised I would not give up on her, until she can sing again!"

Chapter 114 Still Trying

"Sit on the sofa," Eriri instructed Kasumigaoka Utaha. "Sit sideways."

"Like this?" Black pantyhose covering her long, slender legs, revealing her skin tone, and a black bodysuit outlining her elegant curves. She turned slightly to the side, her smooth back seemingly shimmering, appearing even more alluring against the backdrop of the black bodysuit.

Kasumigaoka Utaha leaned forward slightly, supporting herself on the sofa.

"Tsk." Eriri stared at Kasumigaoka Utaha's snowy cleavage, which appeared even deeper as she leaned forward, her azure eyes filled with undisguised disgust.

Something that's an eyesore...

"So cute!" Kato Megumi exclaimed, hugging the rice cake.

Kasumigaoka Utaha changed out of her usual white headband and replaced it with black rabbit ear decorations. The white sleeve ornaments on her wrists and the black bow around her neck were the finishing touches.

It gives the impression of being very serious, yet even more so, with a touch of seriousness within its innocence, but this seriousness feels a bit too little.

“Compared to ‘cute,’” Kasumigaoka Utaha smiled, “there are more suitable descriptions.”

“Disgusting,” Eriri said.

Kasumigaoka Utaha nodded, "Well, jealous people would use that."

"Who's jealous!"

"Whoever is anxious is just jealous!"

"You...!" Eriri bit her lower lip. "Sit on the table!"

“No problem.” Kasumigaoka Utaha left the sofa and sat on the table, one hand on the tabletop and her legs naturally together.

Eriri observed the elastic deformation caused by the contact between the plump legs, and the changes in light reflection resulting from the deformation.

Damn it... Damn it...

Eriri diligently sketched out the draft at lightning speed.

"Sit down in the chair," Eriri commanded expressionlessly. "Rest your chin on your hand, look out the window, and lean forward a little."

The gentle sunlight enveloped Kasumigaoka Utaha, as if it dared not touch her body, rippling into a hazy glow.

She has a devilish figure but radiates an angelic glow.

Without terrifying gazes and piercing words, Kasumigaoka Utaha at this moment exudes a beauty that blends sanctity and allure.

Kato Megumi finally understood what Kobayashi Sora meant by "a beautiful woman who doesn't speak."

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! !

Eriri is going crazy.