Tokyo Soft Rice King.

Furthermore, Murasaki no Miyako's reluctance to show her face prevented her from taking the path of rapid fame.

So Akira Kuroba was actually very troubled.

Although he was confident he could train Murasaki no Miyako to become a top-tier voice actress, however...

She's a once-in-a-millennium SSS-level genius...

Is it really okay to just be a minor voice actor?

Chapter Thirty-Seven: The initial favorability level is too high.

That being said, even though Kuroba Akira felt it was a pity, he couldn't directly tell Murasomiya, "You shouldn't be a voice actor anymore; it would be a waste of your talent."

Because Shion Murasaki is a living, breathing person, not a game character controlled by Akira Kuroba. She has her own thoughts and won't actually act entirely according to his instructions.

It would be bad if she changed her mind at the last minute and became suspicious.

Therefore, Kuroba Akira also wanted to test just how obedient the current Murasaki Palace really was.

While they were thinking about these things, the two had already returned to the house. Kuroba Akira went to the bathroom to get his towel and tossed it to Murasaki no Miyabi beside him.

"Sweating must be uncomfortable, right? Use my towel for now."

Murasaki felt really uncomfortable; her skin under her workout clothes was sweaty, especially the cleft between her chest and lower chest, which felt damp. She really wanted to wipe it off quickly.

However, after receiving the towel that Kuroba Akira tossed to her, the first thing that came to mind for Murasaki was... would the towel he used smell like him?

I really wanted to get closer and smell it, but it would be a little embarrassing to do so in front of Kuroba Akira.

Kuroba Akira also understood the girl's subtle unease about the smell of a man, and added.

"Don't worry, I just washed it with soap, and it doesn't smell strange."

"Um……"

Murasaki no Miyako doesn't really mind using Kuroba Akira's towel; rather, she minds that using the towel will leave her scent on it.

After all, Kuroba Akira will need to use this towel to wipe his face in the future...

If I use it to wipe my chest and then let Kuroba Akira use it to wipe his face, wouldn't that be the same as burying his face in my chest?

That's why the girl hesitated so much.

Kuroba Akira, unaware of the girl's complex feelings, mistakenly thought she was being disdainful, so he didn't force her.

"If you really can't stand it, just bear with it for now and wait until you buy a new towel before you wipe yourself."

He then went to retrieve his towel.

Instead, Murasaki took a step back, dodging Kuroba Akira's hand, and clenched the towel in her hand placed in front of her chest.

"Um, I still want to wipe myself off... I feel sticky and uncomfortable... but... Mingjun, you don't mind?"

Kuroba Akira found it somewhat amusing that Murasomiya was cautiously asking for his opinion, so he made the following remarks.

"Why would I mind? Rather, a beautiful girl's fragrant sweat is a reward for a man. You can give it to me after you're done using it. I like it when it smells good."

"I see... Okay, I understand."

However, upon hearing this remark from below, Murasaki no Miyako nodded with a determined expression.

Kuroba Akira didn't know what she had figured out; this reaction was different from what he had expected.

Kuroba Akira thought she would blush and shyly throw the towel in her face, then let out a coquettish snort: "Pervert!" Wouldn't that be the start of a romantic comedy?

However, what he saw next was that Murasaki turned her back to him...

Nourishes—

The sound of a zipper being pulled rang out.

Then he saw Murasaki take off her coat halfway, draping the collar over her upper arm, revealing her ivory-white neck, smooth as velvet shoulders, and her bare upper back, which resembled a beautiful snow scene.

　Akira Kuroba's eyes were dazzled by the ice cream, but what concerned him even more was...

So she wasn't wearing anything underneath?

No, the class monitor took off his pants before, and now there's another one who's not wearing anything on top...

Do all of you current high school girls have a strange exhibitionist tendency?

Or is this a quirk unique to geniuses?

Wait a minute, does that mean that if I had looked back while I was running, I might have seen protruding veins?

After all, when you're running, there's a breeze in your face, so even a loose jacket will become more fitted...

So engrossed in the magnificent mountain scenery before him, he had no idea that there was a beautiful view of hills and peaks hidden behind him... Kuroba Akira expressed his great regret at not being able to see it.

Murasaki took off her coat not just to give Kuroba Akira a good look, but she also started wiping her neck with a towel, then wiping away the sweat that had accumulated on her collarbone. She then used the towel to smoothly spread her hand to her northern hemisphere, kneading her breasts, and then carefully wiping the areas with the strongest scent, such as her chest and the lower part of her southern hemisphere.

After refreshing herself, Murasaki put her coat back on, zipped it up, turned to face Kuroba Akira, and handed over the towel.

"Back to you……"

Although Murasaki tried her best to maintain a calm expression, her bright red ears, hidden by her black hair, revealed that she was extremely ashamed.

The reason she did this was because she realized that since she had forcibly 'requisitioned' the sexy underwear that Kuroba Akira used to generate electricity, Kuroba Akira would be temporarily without it.

That's why she took Kuroba Akira's joke seriously and handed over her used towel as a 'substitute'.

"This is... a return gift for taking the liberty of borrowing your privately kept underwear, My Lord."

"Uh……"

Kuroba Akira didn't know how to respond.

Murasaki's behavior completely exceeded his expectations. Not only was she willing to use a towel that a man had used, but she was even willing to give him a towel that she had used herself, and even wipe it on the spot for Kuroba Akira to see, giving him a feast for the eyes. These were all outrageous behaviors.

Murasaki no Miyako isn't some naive girl who's completely ignorant in that area. Judging from her reaction, she must have done quite well in health and physical education; she knows a lot about everything.

She could easily imagine what kind of tricks a man would play with this towel that smelled of a young girl's sweat.

But she still chose to hand it over to Kuroba Akira to 'encourage' this perverted behavior.

This goes beyond mere tolerance and understanding.

The initial favorability rating... seems a bit too high.

Kuroba Akira knew, of course, that Murasaki had feelings for him. In fact, from the very first time they met, Kuroba Akira knew that he would definitely win over Murasaki Shion.

Because Kuroba Akira was the one who reached out to her during her most difficult time, the first person who didn't care about her appearance, and Kuroba Akira even pulled her out of her self-destructive state, giving her a direction to move forward and temporary shelter.

Putting himself in her shoes, Kuroba Akira felt that if he were Murasaki no Miyako, he would definitely also feel great affection for this person, and might even fall in love with him.

That was a savior who reached out to him like a god, how could he not be moved?

This level of favor is Kuroba Akira's biggest asset in 'dominating' Murasaki Shion.

Because of her high level of affection, Kuroba Akira could use this affection to make her obediently listen to him and act according to his wishes. She would do whatever he asked without questioning or resisting.

This way, just like the old-school Princess Maker or the more recent Daughter of the Volcano, you can successfully mold the 'heroine' into your ideal image.

He uses his favorability to prevent the female lead from acting on her own, making her accustomed to obeying his commands, which is commonly known as PUA.

This is the only way to minimize unexpected risks during the cultivation process.

All of this was a plan that Kuroba Akira had devised after confirming that Shion Murasomiya was a genius.

But now, the initial favorability is too high.

This also carries risks.

That is……

The risk of turning a 'vague liking' into 'definite love'.

Once he falls in love, Akira Kuroba's dream of lying down and doing nothing will be over.

Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Reward Was Massaging My Feet

As Teacher Da once said: Marriage is the grave of life.

Kuroba Akira raised both hands in agreement with this statement.

Coming home every day to only see his wife and children sleeping means he's trapped in an overtime hell with no escape.

The eyes of married people who proclaim happiness are as rotten as Da Laoshi's, like zombies dragging people into a swamp.

Can that really be called happiness?

No! No! No!

It was precisely because Kuroba Akira had experienced the life of a corporate slave working overtime until he was practically dead that he was even more unwilling to become a victim of marriage.

More importantly, Akira Kuroba knows himself very well; the only thing he can't do anything about is dealing with his family.

In his previous life, he worked hard to supplement his family's income. Otherwise, given his personality, he would have quit on the spot if he encountered workplace bullying or PUA from his boss, and found a job that paid less but was relatively easier, instead of working himself to death.

So he couldn't bear to watch his 'wife' work hard to support him while he could comfortably live off her... This kind of freeloading makes his stomach churn.

Moreover, for a wife, having a husband who is lazy, idle all day, and only asks his wife for money must be incredibly disheartening.

Will I really be happy marrying someone like this?

That would be a miracle.

Marriage is essentially a "team" where both partners share risks, reducing living costs and potential life risks. For example, if one person is sick, the other can take care of them. It's a kind of mutual support and companionship called marriage.

However, if one party still bears all the responsibilities after marriage, then they are essentially no different from those "fairy girls" who expect men to pay for their dowry, house, car, and provide for their food, drink, and entertainment. They are simply gender-swapped parasites.

Especially in Japan, most families rely solely on the man's income to make a living; dual-income families are rare, and stay-at-home dads are even rarer.

Kuroba Akira wouldn't do something as despicable as leaving his wife to bear such immense pressure alone.

So it's better not to get married and to remain a single person.

Even if Akira Kuroba's dream is to lie down and do nothing, he doesn't want to do so on the basis of 'sacrificing others'.

The male escorts in Kabukicho sell the feeling of love. They have no moral bottom line in order to squeeze money out of women. After squeezing all the money out of a woman, they will even hint and force her to go into prostitution to earn money to support herself.

What seems sweet is actually poison. These so-called male prostitutes are nothing but ruthless demons who devour people without spitting out the bones.

That's why we often see news reports of male escorts being stabbed by extreme customers. Conversely, who exactly drives these customers to such extremes? Is it life itself? Or is it the male escorts who take advantage of their clients and then discard them?

Kuroba Akira is not a professional male escort, nor does he want to be one and deal with complicated interpersonal relationships, juggling a dozen phones and keeping up with his backup girlfriends. What he wants is a peaceful and carefree life, not a dangerous one where he doesn't know when he might be stabbed to death by a yandere woman.

Akira Kuroba believes that he is not selling love, but dreams, and solutions to realize those dreams.