Tokyo Soft Rice King.

Merry Christmas! Cheers!

"Cheers~" x6

As a result, the troubles were immediately forgotten by the carefree Kuroba Akira.

Although there was a slight tension when I first entered, the atmosphere immediately turned into a celebratory one once the party officially started.

Mainly because... they're very pleasing to the eye!

Just now, Mirai said that everyone should change into clothes that fit the festive atmosphere, so she took everyone upstairs to change. She also prepared clothes for Kuroba Akira and had him change downstairs as well.

Kuroba Akira was supposed to wear a reindeer mascot costume, which looked like a onesie pajama. He even had reindeer antlers on the hood and a red nose mask, but because it looked too silly, he didn't wear it. He just wore a reindeer outfit, which looked a bit like overalls and was quite comfortable to wear.

When everyone returned after changing, they were all wearing cute little red Christmas dresses, but they weren't wearing the same outfits; each had their own unique style.

Moe was wearing a red jumpsuit with straps. Because she had the biggest super big cup in the entire Literature Club, she might have leaked if she didn't wear straps, so she used straps to support the upper part, but her cleavage was still very obvious and looked very deep.

It's worth mentioning that the halter top is crisscrossed, wrapping around the neck like a choker, and the back is bare, making it look quite sexy... giving you the urge to 'bully' her from behind.

The class monitor, whose size is second only to Meng Hui, is wearing a strapless jumpsuit. It fits her well without being too big and spilling out. It also has a waist belt, and the length of the dress is just right to show her knees and part of her thighs, making her look very sexy overall.

Then Akiko wore a red, fitted, bodycon long dress with a high slit that showed off her entire thigh. It looked a bit like a cheongsam, giving her a more "ladylike" feel compared to her usual style, and it was also super sexy.

The key is the upper body. Although it's completely covered up with no skin showing, the form-fitting design still outlines the entire shape.

Those breasts, which completely transcended the realm of students, were the largest maternal symbols that Kuroba Akira had ever seen, comparable to the towering peaks of Kobayakawa-sensei, so magnificent that they inspired awe and wonder.

Then, when Kuroba Akira thought back to the two mountains he had climbed before, a sense of accomplishment welled up in his heart.

The three women wore red dresses made of a warm, fluffy fabric, while the other three, who were not as sexy, opted for a cute and elegant style, wearing cotton clothes similar to maid outfits.

Makoto was wearing a two-piece outfit: a white strapless top with a red ribbon bow in front, and a red pleated mini skirt that was even shorter than the class president's, almost reaching her nipples. It looked so hot that her underwear would be exposed after just a few steps.

In contrast, Shiori wore a long skirt that went past her knees and down to her calves, and overall, there were more white and green elements than red elements, giving it a fresh and clean feel.

Finally, the youngest member of the group wore a cute Lolita-style red and white dress with a shawl and lace ribbons. She was the only one present who could pull off this style, looking as adorable as Alice.

Then everyone was wearing white stockings... The atmosphere was incredibly sensual.

If it were just Mirai and Shiori, it would probably look very innocent, but because Akiko, a mature woman, is wearing white stockings, a color that only young girls would wear, there is a strange sense of awkwardness in the contrast.

That's right, white shouldn't be a color that appears on a woman like Akiko. The only time white appears is when... Kuroba Akira gives her white.

As expected, white stockings have different effects on different people. Every time Ziyin wears white stockings, she gives Heiyu Ming an urge to increase his attack speed.

Then, as Kuroba Akira admired each of them, they all looked at him, waiting for his evaluation.

But Kuroba Akira didn't praise anyone in particular; instead, he remarked with emotion.

"Wow, it's like a fashion show... I even feel it's a bit extravagant and wasteful for me to just watch it all by myself..."

"I really want to take a picture to use as wallpaper. It seems I need to steal a photography skill and learn photography techniques properly," Kuroba Akira thought to himself.

Then, without waiting for a reply, he immediately asked again.

"By the way, when were these clothes prepared? They don't seem like they were bought. They fit you all so perfectly, were they custom-made?"

The person who answered this question was Makoto, who stood with her hands on her hips and head held high with a rather smug look on her face.

"Hmph~ It's only natural that they fit perfectly, after all, these clothes were designed and handmade by me and Zhencheng after measuring everyone's body data!"

"It's handmade? That's amazing."

"Right! Last Friday I told Zhencheng that we were having a Christmas party together, and she said she wanted to make some cosplay outfits for us to wear for Christmas. She finished the design and hand-sewn outfits in just one weekend... Isn't that amazing!"

When Makoto talks about her younger sister, she looks so proud and radiant, as if she's happier than if she's achieved something herself. No one else has ever seen her smile so broadly, and they all find it a bit unbelievable.

"You know, she had never been a tailor before, but in just over a month she was able to design and make clothes herself, and they all looked so good and suited everyone... I couldn't do anything like that before! My little sister is a genius!"

Well, she really is a genius now, after all, she inherited your talent...

But... it's actually hand-sewn? And for six people, isn't that a bit too much?

Does this mean that design skills can actually enhance one's ability to hand-tailor?

Is it that Makoto didn't notice, or is it that the same talent can take on different forms in different people?

Originally, Akira Kuroba wanted to have Makoto Saionji join Shiki Agency and take on the role of a fashion image designer, mainly doing image design, beauty guidance, and etiquette and dressing work. In the future, she would be like Ms. Kouka, who is good at makeup, working behind the scenes for celebrities.

But now it seems that Saionji Mato is going down a different path that she has found herself, more like she wants to become a fashion designer... Maybe she will even establish her own brand in the future and become a top figure in the fashion industry.

This is a way to make a lot of money!

Just think about those luxury clothes and bags, and you'll know that women are willing to pay for 'beauty'. As long as the clothes are beautiful enough, they are willing to buy them no matter the price!

Saionji Mato also has the potential to become a super-rich woman... although she is already a wealthy heiress.

However, if she starts her own business, it will probably be different from those rich second-generation heirs who squander their family fortunes; she may actually be able to create a business of her own.

Thinking about this, Kuroba Akira suddenly realized that none of the girls present were poor. Only Makoto's family was relatively poor because she lived with her mother. The others were all well-off young ladies.

But now these girls are all dressed in sexy or cute Christmas outfits to celebrate with him... Kuroba Akira feels like he's stumbled into a socialite's Christmas party.

"Seriously, why am I the only reindeer? Shouldn't I be playing Santa Claus?"

"Future rolled his eyes and said."

"Baka! Who says Santa Claus has to be a man?! Girls should wear even cuter Santa Claus costumes! But wouldn't it be strange to have Santa Claus without reindeer? So, Akira, you'll have to play the reindeer!"

"Even if we had them, it would still be very disproportionate... The numbers would be completely unbalanced, like one reindeer pulling several Santa ladies..."

Makoto snorted coldly.

"Hmph, there aren't many reindeer as lucky as you, and compared to the bearded old man, the cute young lady in the red dress is definitely better, right? Besides, the reindeer costume you're wearing was made by my sister. So, are you dissatisfied with the clothes my sister made?"

"No, no, no... I wouldn't dare to complain. Well, I'm quite happy to be a reindeer. It's an honor to pull your carts."

Makoto, that super sister-obsessed older sister... I'm really impressed by her.

When your sister was imitating you, you didn't have this attitude.

At this moment, the shy and adorable Menghui looked down at her fingers and said something.

“Well… I think the other way around isn’t bad either… If we have another Christmas party next year, how about we dress up as reindeer girls and Kuroba-kun dress up as the real Santa Claus? I think the reindeer costume is quite cute… Ah, I didn’t mean Kuroba-kun is cute… Hmm…”

Moe probably felt that calling a man cute wasn't really a compliment, but she couldn't find any other suitable words to describe it, so she was a little embarrassed.

However, she has matured somewhat, and instead of bowing her head and remaining silent with a blush, she awkwardly changed the subject.

"Anyway, if we switch places with Kuroba-kun, it would be several reindeer pulling a Santa Claus, wouldn't that look less strange?"

"Um……"

Isn't it weird?

Akira Kuroba imagined himself as Santa Claus, whipping the little doe pulling the sleigh...

This is making things worse! It's practically a setup! Was Moe doing it on purpose or accidentally? She's probably actually hoping for that kind of play!

Everyone probably imagined the same scene: apart from the class monitor who was still smiling, everyone else blushed to varying degrees.

Because only the class president was actually treated like that by Kuroba Akira. Makoto and Akiko haven't progressed to the point where they can play all sorts of tricks with Kuroba Akira yet, and Shiori and Mirai haven't even had a proper encounter yet.

Oh no! The atmosphere is starting to feel off again!

The flow direction needs to be changed.

"Ahem... Let me, the reindeer, first distribute Christmas gifts to all the lovely Christmas ladies."

Kuroba Akira coughed twice, then took out the "peace apples" he had wrapped in the car earlier from his backpack and handed one to everyone.

After receiving the apple wrapped in plastic, Shiori murmured in slight confusion.

"This is... Ringo?"

In Japanese, it is written as 林檎 and pronounced as ringo, which actually means apple.

Kuroba Akira replied calmly, without blushing or skipping a beat.

"That's right, an apple for everyone, wishing everyone peace and safety."

"Ah...it's a pun in Chinese!"

Shiori was the first to understand, and then everyone else also realized the meaning behind Kuroba Akira giving them apples, which they found a bit funny.

Makoto toyed with the red apple in her hand, raising an eyebrow and making a sarcastic remark.

"It feels like they're handing out Valentine's Day obligatory chocolates... Is this an obligatory apple for Christmas?"

"That's about it... Also, since I didn't prepare any other gifts, I won't participate in the gift exchange."

"Hey?!"

Kuroba Akira's unexpected remarks caught everyone off guard, with Mirai expressing the loudest surprise.

Since all the girls present had feelings for Kuroba Akira, they chose gifts based on the premise of 'what if Kuroba Akira picks me...'.

However, in order not to make others feel that the gift was too exclusive or targeted, everyone tacitly agreed not to choose a gift that was only for men. After all, choosing such a gift would obviously mean that it was for Kuroba Akira, the only man present.

At the same time, everyone was looking forward to choosing a gift prepared by Kuroba Akira. No matter what it was, as long as it was prepared by him, they would definitely want it.

It's like encountering a limited-time gacha pool featuring a featured character in a mobile game, and you absolutely want to get your hands on it.

When everyone suddenly discovered that the limited-time gacha pool had been canceled, the sense of disappointment was no joke.

Disappointment was spreading, and Kuroba Akira scratched his head and smiled bitterly.

“You can’t just exchange an apple for a gift, can you? Then all your gifts would end up in my hands. That’s not fair to the other people, and it wouldn’t really be considered an ‘exchange of gifts’.”

Everyone wanted to say, "It's not impossible to give you all of them," but saying such suggestive things in front of Hitomi Anri, her "official girlfriend," would be a bit too much and would make Hitomi Anri lose face. It would feel like an attempt to bribe her, so in the end, they couldn't let Akira Kuroba take all the gifts.

At this point, Akira Kuroba's art of speaking came into play once again.

"Besides, for me, being able to spend Christmas with you is the greatest gift."

Everyone was either touched or shy. In the end, Makoto, who wasn't very good at handling this kind of atmosphere, spoke first and ended the apple-giving segment.

"Tsk, don't say such cheesy things all of a sudden... Anyway, we've accepted your apple. We can exchange gifts later. Let's eat now, everyone's probably hungry."

Although it's only noon, since everyone has already gathered together, there's no need to wait until evening to eat together. Besides, sushi probably won't taste good by evening anyway, so we can eat something else later.

So we ate sushi together first, then sang Christmas carols, and in the afternoon we played some multiplayer games... I mean serious games, of course.

For example, games like bingo, or board games like poker or UNO.

Actually, playing board games is more suitable in crowded places, but Takanashi's house has almost all types of video games, but surprisingly there are not many board games. This is probably because after she lost contact with her childhood friend, she didn't invite many friends to her house to play. So there are only two-player games at home, but no multiplayer games with more than two people.