Tokyo Soft Rice King.

Kuroba Akira made up his mind and pulled down his pajama bottoms.

Xiao Ming... is completely battered!

She's definitely been completely taken advantage of!

However, I didn't feel any pain or swelling, probably because I had been taken care of.

It seems they still have some sense of propriety, at least they haven't lost themselves in it... Can this be considered good news...?

It's a bit difficult to urinate, and I feel like I'm blocked, probably because I've just 'switched' to the excretory system.

It took Kuroba Akira longer than usual to finish using the toilet.

When she came out, Zhencheng was still waiting at the toilet door, looking worried.

"Um, Kuroba-kun... how are you doing there?"

Zhencheng stared intently at Xiaoming, seemingly worried about whether he had any functional impairments, as it concerned his future happiness. Of course, she was more concerned about Kuroba Akira's health.

"Hmm, it's nothing serious."

After hearing Kuroba Akira report that he was safe, Makoto patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Phew...that's good...otherwise I really would have had to make my sister reflect on her actions."

Then she took Kuroba Akira's arm, supported him, and led him down the stairs as she spoke.

"Dinner is ready. Kuroba-kun, you must be hungry too, since you haven't eaten all day. Go have some nutritious porridge."

"Would you like porridge for dinner...?"

"Aunt Qiu specially made this for you, saying that you would probably want something warm to drink after you get up."

"Indeed... I'm a little hungry."

My stomach is too sensitive to alcohol, so drinking some porridge is a good alternative.

It just felt like I was being treated like a patient, which was a little strange.

The two went downstairs together and saw that in Takanashi's living room and kitchen, two teachers were missing from yesterday's dinner party, but two more people had joined, so the total number of people remained the same.

Kuroba Akira looked at Shion sitting on the sofa watching anime, first with a look of astonishment, then immediately relieved, his expression changing in a very interesting way.

"Huh?! Shion! Why are you... Well, that's right..."

However, Shion's next reaction surprised Kuroba Akira even more.

Shion first glanced at the class president who was playing Othello with Makoto, and then smiled at Kuroba Akira.

“My wise ruler, I was summoned here.”

Were they summoned? By whom?

Kuroba Akira followed Shion's gaze and saw the class president. The class president turned her head and met Kuroba Akira's eyes. Then she gave him a playful wink and stuck out her tongue.

Kuroba Akira knew she was a close friend, and the class president's little expression usually only appeared after playing a prank. For example, last time she deliberately poked a hole in the 'oil balloon,' and Kuroba Akira almost peed his pants when he found out, only to find out later that it was a prank during her safe period...

When the two are alone, the class monitor can be mischievous; he's a little devil that only Kuroba Akira can see.

So showing this expression now also means the same thing: 'Surprised? Unexpected?'

Huh? No way... that means...

Was Ziyin really called over by the class monitor?!

what?

Ah? ? ?

Akira Kuroba, I just can't understand!

After all, the class monitor and Ziyin are mortal enemies, with a vicious relationship where they'd kick each other when they're down. Helping each other out is absurd...

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

The class monitor could barely manage to put on a polite smile for Ziyin, but Ziyin would never give the class monitor a friendly look!

Kuroba Akira remembered that every time he mentioned the class president to Shion, she would frown slightly and show displeasure. This was already to the point of physiological rejection!

But now... the atmosphere between the two doesn't seem so tense anymore?

Ziyin got up from the sofa, came to Heiyu Ming, took his hands, and said with a guilty look on her face.

"I'm sorry, Mingjun... I originally wanted to take you home..."

"Pfft! That's not right. This is Ming's house too! Even if it's Shion-neechan, you can't get it wrong, okay?"

Mirai, who had just been sitting next to Ziyin, leaned out from the sofa, crossed her arms, and made an X in front of the tablet, correcting Ziyin's statement.

Kuroba Akira noticed that she no longer called her 'Goddess'... Were she and Shion really that close?

What surprised Kuroba Akira even more was that Shion did not deny the possibility of a future.

It's important to understand that, in Shion's current understanding of "home," there's only Kuroba Akira's room; even the Murasaki family isn't included. Yet, she's now acknowledging the "legitimacy" of the Takanashi family.

Ziyin's gravity field truly no longer exists!

Could it be that because we played together, our relationship improved?

But... can women also have that kind of friendship where they spend their days together?

If friendships between women are forged through men...

Perhaps, if I just sacrifice a little more...

A harmonious harem is not a pipe dream.

Chapter 371 Dedication to Art

Akira Kuroba now feels like he's missed out on a lot of events.

It's like playing a game, getting caught in a cutscene, dozing off, and waking up to find the plot has progressed to a point where you can't understand it anymore.

How much of the plot did I miss while I was asleep all day? And this was an important plot that involved me!

"Amin, come over here."

Da Hongxiang, who was sitting at the dining table, waved to Hei Yuming and then pulled out a chair next to her, gesturing for him to sit down next to her. Shiori and Moe were sitting opposite her.

Kuroba Akira came downstairs to get something to eat, so he sat down, and Akiko brought him a bowl of black rice porridge.

"Come on, darling, this is freshly cooked black rice porridge. Drink it slowly."

"Yes, thank you."

It's black rice porridge, is it to replenish energy...? Akiko is as thoughtful as ever.

Akiko, who is quite enthusiastic about sex, didn't participate. Was it because she didn't want to expose their relationship in public...?

Wait! No, that's not right! Akiko used the term 'darling'!

Kuroba knew that Akiko was very tactful and would always call him "Kuroba-kun" when others were around. She would only use this slightly cheesy term of endearment when the two of them were alone or when their daughter was present.

However, if this term is used in front of everyone now, and it wasn't a slip of the tongue, then it means...

So they found out... about my relationship with Akiko.

Well, whatever.

Kuroba Akira gave up thinking.

Since things have come to this, let's have some porridge first.

Makoto also came over and sat down on the other side of Kuroba Akira.

"Kuroba-kun, let me feed you. I can cool it down for you."

"Oh... thank you, then I'll leave it to you."

Akira Kuroba handed the spoon to Makoto, who happily took it and began to blow on it to cool it down for Akira. Finally, she thoughtfully tested the temperature with her upper lip before putting it into Akira's mouth.

Shiori propped her cheek up, watching the affectionate scene with a hint of envy, but also a little regretful. She had noticed that Makoto's mood was a bit off when she was changing the bedding, which was why she had entrusted the task of delivering water to her.

It seems that something happened when Makoto and Akira were alone together. Akira probably tried to appease Makoto by giving her some compensation, which is why he didn't refuse Makoto's offer to help feed him porridge.

If I hadn't pitied Makoto, I would be the one feeding her porridge now... Oh well, it's normal for her to be a little emotionally overwhelmed since Makoto didn't go upstairs.

"Seeing" and "only hearing" are two completely different feelings.

Shiori was right next to me, within easy reach, and I could join her at any time, so I didn't feel isolated or excluded at all.

Ultimately, her decision not to join was entirely of her own volition, not due to any obstruction from anyone. As a result, she felt a sense of accomplishment in overcoming herself and a sense of spiritual elevation.

Like in the future, she couldn't resist. Although she eventually kept her virginity, she had tasted the flavor, tried the nude, and even used a tablet. She was already Schrödinger's virgin.

This contrast highlights Shiori's mental fortitude... If it were a man, he would be called an impotent coward for enduring this much.

On the other hand, seeing her younger sister making great progress in winning over Akira, Makoto, as the older sister, said smugly.

"Oh? Looks like things are progressing quickly! You managed to snatch the feeding play from Hitomi after just one trip upstairs. Well done, my little sister!"

One sentence offended two people. Shiori, who was already a little regretful, was very unhappy. The class president was not so easily provoked. She remained calm and did not hold back when playing chess.

Then Makoto continued to tease Akira Kuroba.

"How about I feed you too? The three of us can drink together, we can share the sips, and the temperature will naturally drop without us having to blow on it, hehe."

Is that still porridge? It's just drinking your two sisters' saliva... And how long does it take to drink a single sip like that? You'd probably have to swirl it in your mouth for minutes after each sip, and before you'd even finish half, the porridge would be completely cold... Oh, so you need to warm it up again with your body heat? Using your body heat to reheat the porridge? You're really something...

However, Kuroba Akira only thought to himself that if he really paid attention to Makoto's words, she would definitely stick to him and carry them out immediately.

Others also know Makoto's style quite well; what she says isn't just empty talk, she's someone who can actually do it.

So Shiori stood up and reached out to protect Kuroba Akira, while keeping a wary eye on Makoto.

"Don't come any closer, we don't need you here!"

Shiori's face flushed as she recalled the scene she had witnessed. Indeed, in terms of visual impact, written descriptions could not compare to seeing it in person.

I can't believe it, these crazy women actually managed to do that. I could never imitate their level of skill... I'm so envious... no! I'm just so shameless!

Makoto said, fiddling with the black and white chess pieces in her hand.

"Seriously, why are you so wary of me? It's not like I'm the only one riding this time... And Shiori, weren't you watching the whole time without taking your eyes off us? You'll be one of us sooner or later."

"We would never be like you! The way you look... you're practically beasts!"

Sitting on Shiori's other side, Moe shrank her neck, lowered her head, and made an embarrassed sound.