Tokyo Soft Rice King.

Although she hated it when Kuroba Akira got too close to other women, she was even more afraid of being disliked by him. Being hated was something she didn't even dare to think about, so she obediently shut her mouth and hid her grievances in her heart like a spoiled wife.

However, the carefree Kuroba Akira instead went along with the topic and started talking about what happened that day.

"Speaking of which, thanks to her willingness to help, my light novel can be improved, and maybe it will even be adapted into an anime."

"I see..."

He should have offered his congratulations and praised his achievements, but because he was in a bad mood, Murasaki was not very enthusiastic.

Kuroba Akira assumed she was tired after a day of voice acting practice and didn't pay much attention, continuing to eat her fried rice as she spoke.

"Let me think... Generally speaking, light novel anime adaptation plans are proposed between volumes five and ten. If the popularity is high enough, volume five can get the chance to be adapted into an anime..."

Based on the publishing speed with Shiori Shirai's help, they should be able to publish two volumes every three months, so it would take about six months to reach the fifth volume.

"Then it takes about half a year to produce a season of anime... which means it takes about a year."

Kuroba Akira picked up the spoon and pointed at Murasaki no Miyako.

"Ziyin, if my light novel is successfully adapted into an anime, you will be the voice of the female protagonist."

"Hey?"

Murasaki no Miyako never expected the topic to turn back to her. Her eyes widened, her mouth slightly open, and her body froze on the spot as if she had been frozen in place.

Immediately afterwards, a tremendous sense of joy welled up within me.

Could it be that... he writes light novels for himself too?

"Why are you so surprised? If my work is adapted into an anime, I'll definitely choose you as the voice actor."

"Ah... um!"

Yes! He'll choose himself! He'll only choose himself!

"However, even if the original author can participate in the selection of voice actors, the final decision still rests with the animation director, which means that you, Shion, also need to have sufficient ability."

Kuroba Akira wasn't worried about her strength; the main concern was whether Murasaki would be famous enough by then. Building fame takes time, so it would be best if Murasaki could debut within six months, so that he could rightfully nominate her then.

"In other words, by this time next year, Shion must have already become a somewhat well-known voice actress."

A surge of energy welled up within Murasaki no Miyako, and she clenched her small fists to her chest.

"Yes! I will continue to work hard! I will definitely not waste the precious opportunity that the wise ruler has prepared for me!"

"Great, that's the spirit... I'm almost finished eating, shall I massage your feet later?"

With basic needs met, desires arise, and coupled with what happened at Shirai Shiori's house today, Kuroba Akira is also itching to have sex. He wants to use Murasaki no Miyako's stockings to relieve himself before going to the toilet to finish.

"Ah... okay, um, Mingjun, which pair of stockings would you like? I'll go change right away."

"This one will do."

Today, Murasaki was wearing white stockings, and Kuroba Akira's strongest impression today was Shirai Shiori's whiteness—white skin, white underwear, white gloves... so white stockings were a perfect substitute.

"Well... I'll leave it to you then."

Murasaki no Miyako couldn't refuse him at all, because she herself was enjoying it very much.

Placing her small, stockinged feet in his hands and letting him handle them was the happiest and most enjoyable time of her day, second only to lying in his bed.

So after the meal, Kuroba Akira began to spin silk to control his feet.

In order to better serve Murasaki no Miyako, he even went to Tashiro Kyouka to learn proper massage techniques.

I learned a lot about how to hold a hand.

Grips include: upright grip, reverse grip, backward grip, inverted grip, side grip, diagonal grip, vertical grip, horizontal grip, front grip, back grip, etc.

Akira Kuroba felt that as long as he practiced his massage techniques with the Purple Palace's feet every day, his left hand might become proficient in "foot massage" in two or three months.

Speaking of which, Kuroba Akira remembered hearing a seven-word mantra for evaluating prison guards in his previous life.

That is: thin, small, pointed, curved, fragrant, soft, and upright.

However, "slim" here does not mean skinny, but rather that it can accentuate the curves of the feet.

Furthermore, one should not blindly pursue smallness; for example, the feudal custom of foot binding is considered very foolish by Kuroba Akira.

What's with all this talk about "three-inch golden lotuses"? Aren't they just man-made deformities?

Naturally beautiful feet like those of Murasaki no Miyako are still the best.

All other foot care tips apply to Purple Palace: beautiful toes, arched feet, fragrant stockings, soft to the touch, straight instep... In short, it's amazing in every way!

Perfect feet!

As Kuroba Akira's foot massage technique improved, Murasaki no Miyako's legs and feet became increasingly sensitive.

Every time her feet were massaged, it felt like she was in a sauna, with heat coursing through her body, leaving her limp and weak, and the moans becoming increasingly unbearable.

With her feet held in his hands, she felt completely controlled and powerless to resist... Of course, Murasaki no Miyako never intended to resist.

She just felt... that the wise ruler was really too cunning...

If he does this to me every time... wouldn't I just become someone who would do whatever he says...?

Oh well... So what if he has contact with many women?

Anyway, he'll eventually go home... back to his side.

Chapter 130 Black and White Love Triangular Alliance

"In short, because of this and that, we made up."

The next day after school, in the arts club's activity room, Kuroba Akira said this to the half-asleep class president and the utterly shocked Aizono Moe.

The process wasn't mentioned; the result was stated directly, which is why they reacted this way.

Anri Hitomi recovered quickly, with almost no delay.

She stepped forward, took Kuroba Akira's hand in one hand and Shirai Shiori's hand in the other, and after putting their hands together with her own, she smiled sincerely and said...

"That's great, I knew you two would get along well."

Shiori Shirai looked embarrassed.

After all, she and Kuroba Akira had almost broken up before, so it would seem very awkward to suddenly say that they had reconciled.

However, Shiori Shirai truly has no complaints about Akira Kuroba anymore, and even wants to have more in-depth conversations with him.

She gave Kuroba Akira a friendly look and said with a kind smile.

"Well... after we had a good talk, I realized that Mingjun is indeed not a bad guy with ill intentions... I misunderstood him."

"I see..."

They've already started calling him a wise ruler... Aren't they getting a little too close?

"As expected of Kuroba-kun, he really knows how to win over girls."

Anri Hitomi looked at Kuroba Akira with a subtle, ambiguous smile, teasing him for his overly rapid conquest.

Kuroba Akira scratched his cheek, looking a little embarrassed... Of course, he was just pretending; he was actually quite pleased with himself.

Shiori Shirai is mine now! The biggest obstacle has been removed! From now on, the Literature Club is my territory!

Of course, Kuroba Akira wouldn't act so arrogantly in front of the class monitor, and still spoke humbly.

"Not at all... It's all thanks to Shiori's understanding nature, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to reconcile so smoothly."

Shiori Shirai is indeed very good at understanding other people's clothes, except that she only understands her own.

Anri Hitomi narrowed her eyes, noticing every detail in his words.

They've started calling her Shiori here too... and Kuroba-kun's gaze towards Shiori is a bit strange... it seems something must have happened yesterday.

Shiori probably took her clothes off.

And he must have seen her body.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have been possible to progress so quickly.

After being honest with each other, the physical and mental distance between them narrowed, and their relationship naturally grew closer.

Anri Hitomi knew perfectly well what was going on. Although she felt a little jealous, she didn't say it out loud. She still had to save face for her best friend.

"Huh? Huh?!"

The slow-witted Aizono Moe only came to her senses at this moment, still looking at the two of them in disbelief and exclaiming.

"What... happened?! I'm happy to see you two make up, but why...!"

She doesn't understand.

The two of them were like sworn enemies yesterday, so how come they're getting along so well today?

Then, Aizono Moe naturally thought of that perverted bet and immediately turned to Shirai Shiori to ask.

"So, Shiori, did you really... um... bow to Kuroba-kun?"

She couldn't bring herself to say the word "naked," just thinking about it made her feel ashamed; Aizen Moe was just too shy.

Shiori Shirai was reminded of what had happened yesterday, and a complex expression appeared on her face, mainly shame, followed by pride.

Because I kept my bet! I didn't become a coward!

"Well……"

Seeing that she was actually going to admit it, Kuroba Akira broke out in a sweat and quickly interjected to cover for her.

"How could that be! Of course, we'll let bygones be bygones! Right, Shiori?"

Shiori Shirai snapped out of her reverie and realized she had almost given herself away. Fortunately, she reacted quickly, forcing a smile and hurriedly chiming in.

"Yeah, that's right. After all, we're classmates and in the same club. It's impossible for things to really get that bad, haha..."

However, Shiori Shirai felt very guilty when she said those words.

In fact, I really took my clothes off and even knelt down, twice.

Shiori Shirai felt like she was possessed at the time, not covering herself at all, wandering around in front of him like a perverted exhibitionist...

But he seemed to be enjoying it, his gaze fixed on his ribs and hips.

Although she was very shy at the time, looking back now, Shiori Shirai feels a little proud.

Because Shiori Shirai is always surrounded by Moe Aizono, who has a super-sized bust, they are inevitably compared, and there is a clear visual difference between them. Therefore, she has always felt that no boy would be interested in her small, flat figure...