Tokyo Soft Rice King.

Meanwhile, Shiori Shirai, suppressing her embarrassment, pointed at Akira Kuroba and uttered lines that sounded like those of a villain.

"Wise ruler! Get clean and wait! I'll beat you sooner or later!"

"Ah……"

Kuroba Akira said, swinging his index finger back and forth along the edge of his underwear.

"I'll wash these underwear clean, and then you can come and pick them up."

Then he turned around gracefully, waved, and left her room.

It seems that Shiori Shirai is not just a cold and aloof literary girl; she also has an interesting soul.

……

After Kuroba Akira left, Shirai Shiori felt as if all the strength had been drained from her body, and she lay helplessly on her bed.

A lot happened today... and it all ended in ways I never expected.

Recalling the events of the day, Shiori Shirai twisted and turned on the bed, feeling incredibly embarrassed.

So embarrassing! So embarrassing! So embarrassing!

If he were to tell anyone what happened today, he'd be too ashamed to continue his studies!

However, Shirai Shiori felt that Kuroba Akira was definitely not the kind of person who spoke without thinking.

He'll probably save face and keep today's events a secret...

After all, he deliberately waited until today in order to end things peacefully; otherwise, he could have thrown the publishing contract in his face long ago.

Actually, if I hadn't insisted on fulfilling the bet, I wouldn't have needed to take my clothes off at all...

But it's good that you took it off, no, I should say, you should take it off!

That way, I won't feel ashamed in front of him.

Kuroba Akira did not become his nightmare, but rather his mentor and confidant.

It's a bit like the plot in an adventure novel where you become friends with your enemy.

Moreover, this incident did not become a knot in my heart; on the contrary, it helped me take another step forward in the field of writing... This experience was extremely valuable!

If Shiori Shirai could get something from him just by taking her clothes off, she would be happy to take them off a few more times.

Like I said, he's already seen everything anyway.

Moreover, after reading it, he would have no choice but to suffer in silence, just like today, as it would become a secret shared only between the two of them...

"whee……"

Shiori Shirai couldn't help but chuckle to herself.

I'm in a very good mood.

It should have been a humiliating thing, but it made me feel so good in the end, it really feels like a dream...

Thinking about it carefully, what happened today, this extraordinary event within the ordinary... it feels like something out of a novel!

Inspiration struck! I feel like I can write even more interesting content right now!

So that's how it is. Just immersing yourself in books isn't enough... Compared to him, what I lack is an understanding of life.

Reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles; traveling ten thousand miles is not as good as meeting countless people...

If I continue to get along well with him, I can improve my story writing and character development.

Speaking of which... he was lying here just now too...

Shiori Shirai took a deep breath, smelling the scent that didn't belong in her room, and the urge to urinate that she had felt earlier transformed into a restless impulse.

Although I'm not sure if my feelings for him are romantic... my body is definitely reacting to the scent of a man.

Unable to suppress her primal desires, Shiori Shirai once again removed her clothes piece by piece until she was completely naked. Then she picked up the white silk gloves that had been lying on the ground and put them back on.

A little friction makes it more comfortable...

Shiori Shirai is not pure at all. After all, she has read so many novels with erotic descriptions and is very familiar with those lewd things.

Although she has no real experience, at least in terms of self-sufficiency, she is no longer a novice.

However, it was always done secretly, like doing something wrong, and I always felt guilty afterward...

However, she felt that it would be a disservice to her body if she didn't have some sex today.

Moreover, after taking off all their clothes, they weren't shy at all; instead, they felt a sense of openness and honesty.

Shiori Shirai lay face down on the bed in a half-lying position, slightly raising her buttocks, her small hands, clad in white silk gloves, slid down her groin... Soft moans and singing began to echo in the room.

After a while, she relaxed her tense body, took off the white silk gloves that she had soiled and used as toilet paper, and casually threw them on the side of the bed.

After thoroughly enjoying the bliss that left her mind blank, Shiori Shirai, exhausted both physically and mentally, closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep lying on her side.

After 21 sleepless nights, Shiori Shirai finally got a good night's sleep, something she hadn't done in a long time.

She felt refreshed when she woke up the next morning.

However, the price she paid was that she discovered large dark stains on the sheets and blankets.

Because she was having such a pleasant conversation with Akira Kuroba, Shiori Shirai forgot that she had been holding her pee and forgot to go to the toilet before going to bed, and the result was...

The bed was soaked with urine.

……

It was already 9 p.m. when Kuroba Akira returned to Kobayashi's house.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Murasaki standing there to greet me. Although she was smiling, I could tell that she looked different from usual; she seemed a bit gloomy.

“Wise ruler…you came back very late today.”

"Oh, I went to my friend's house."

After answering casually, Kuroba Akira took off his shoes and went inside, where he found a plate of rice covered with plastic wrap on the table.

Most importantly, it wasn't curry rice at all!

"They even left me some rice? And it's egg and ham fried rice? This isn't something an old lady would make, is it?"

"Yes, Miss Hongxiang bought some ingredients today and made fried rice. I tried to learn how to make it too."

"Yay! Long live Miss Hongxiang!"

Just then, Kuroba Akira was also very hungry. Faced with the familiar hometown dishes, he happily stepped forward, ready to have a big meal.

As Kuroba Akira sat down to enjoy his fried rice, Murasaki silently walked behind him, bent down to the back of his neck, and focused her senses on inhaling his scent.

...It smelled like a strange woman.

Chapter 129 He Will Eventually Come Back to Me

Murasaki was able to smell another woman's scent on Kuroba Akira not because she had a particularly keen sense of smell, but because she was too familiar with Kuroba Akira's scent.

After all, you smell it every day, so it's impossible not to be familiar with it.

Especially when Kuroba Akira was in school, whenever Murasaki was tired, she would lie on the lower bunk, bury her face in Kuroba Akira's pillow, hug his blanket, and fantasize about being held in his arms like a hedgehog, and she would feel lightheaded... This was Murasaki's recharging time.

Therefore, Murasaki Palace has a particularly vivid memory of Kuroba Akira's scent, and she can detect even the slightest change in it.

In fact, Kuroba Akira usually carries a different smell when he comes home from school, but it's not very strong, and it's mostly the smell of food, which means that what he eats at noon is constantly changing.

However, today, Kuroba Akira's body still carried a faint scent of ink, and also a scent that could be described as 'feminine'.

It might be the scent of a different shower gel, or it could be so-called 'body fragrance,' but one thing is for sure, it's definitely not your own body smell.

In fact, every time after enjoying herself on Kuroba Akira's bed, Murasaki would tidy up his bed, open the window to let in fresh air, and then smell the lingering scent on the bed, just because she was afraid that Kuroba Akira would find out that she had "pleased herself" on his bed.

Fortunately, Kuroba Akira is rather oblivious in this regard and has never noticed anything strange, so Murasaki has been bolder lately in leaving more of her own flavor.

If you wet the sheets and then dry them, more of the smell will remain.

That way, he can cover himself with a blanket at night and let the flavor seep in overnight.

When you smell him again in the morning, you can clearly smell your own scent on him.

At this moment, Murasaki would secretly rejoice, because it was as if she had left her mark on him, and she would feel a sense of accomplishment in having her possessiveness satisfied.

However, Kuroba Akira shouldn't have had those three scents on him when he came home from school; they should have dissipated long ago.

This means that Kuroba Akira must have had intimate contact with another 'female prisoner', and it just happened.

Kuroba Akira had been intimate with a woman he didn't know... Just knowing this made Murasaki's mood extremely bad.

Is it that woman named 'Hitomi'?

A cat that steals fish...!

Murasaki bit her lower lip, her face full of resentment, which made Kuroba Akira feel a chill down his spine. He couldn't help but stop eating and turn around to look.

However, just as Kuroba Akira turned around, Murasaki had already used her acting skills to hide her displeasure... Her acting skills improved steadily through this kind of daily practice.

"What's wrong? Why are you standing behind me?"

"It's nothing... I was just wondering if I should give you a shoulder massage, Mingjun."

"Ha, there's no need to reward me like this. I haven't been rushing to finish any manuscripts lately. I've just been reading books in the literature department."

"I see..."

Murasaki pursed her lips, her gaze seemingly casually drifting elsewhere, trying to appear indifferent. However, the slightly trembling fingers of her hands behind her back betrayed the turmoil within her.

However, thanks to her talent and skill, she was able to maintain a calm and composed expression, so Zizhigong asked in a seemingly nonchalant manner.

"So, Mingjun went to visit a friend from the Literature and Art Department today?"

"Yes."

"Is it that girl named 'Hitomi'?"

"It's not the class monitor, it's another friend."

It was another girl... It seems Mingjun is quite popular in the Literature Club, and it's all girls in the club anyway...

However, after the hypothetical enemy changed, Murasaki no Miyako's hostility also lost its target, since she had no idea what the other girls in the Literature Club were called.

Although she really wanted to keep asking, Murasaki no Miyako knew that pestering him with questions would be annoying.

She wasn't his wife, not even his girlfriend. Pressuring him like this would definitely make him feel uncomfortable...