Tokyo Soft Rice King.

I really want to push her down!

But no! They've put so much effort into expressing their feelings, how can I let evil thoughts arise?

Now it's Kuroba Akira fighting against his younger brother, Akira.

"So, in order to stop me from overthinking... could you... could you help me get rid of all that... filth?"

"Uh?"

Discharged?

What are we arranging?

How should they be arranged?

Could it be that kind of method?

Even though Kuroba Akira was trying his best to restrain himself, it was hard not to have impure thoughts!

"Um, I don't think this is an unnecessary emotion. I also like to fantasize, and I have to... cough cough cough! Hmm... But... right now, it does interfere with my drawing... or rather, it makes me only want to draw those R18 scenes..."

Moe was still explaining her situation, while Kuroba Akira already knew that he hadn't misunderstood.

Now, Moe is indeed seeking some special help from him.

Given their current relationship, this isn't actually that outrageous.

However, Kuroba Akira didn't manage to capture Momo's 1 HP memory, so he only feels like he's in his first battle now.

Moreover, it was the woman who took the initiative to ask for it, which made me feel very strange, both happy and a little shy.

Moe herself felt very guilty about asking him to do this.

She would never have said that if she hadn't really been unable to resist and didn't want to draw comics in a bad state.

So at this point, Moe was so anxious she was about to cry.

"Waaah... I know I'm being shameless, and I know it's really too much to ask Kuroba-kun for this... If you really don't want to help me, I can try to figure it out myself, but it might take a long time... Waaah, I'm so sorry... It's all my fault, I'm so terrible..."

"Don't blame yourself like that, Mengmeng. I didn't say I didn't want to help you. I should say I'm more than willing. So... shall we take a shower together first?"

It's not entirely incomprehensible that you need to relax before drawing comics.

But I hope it doesn't become a fixed habit... otherwise it will become a daily routine.

Who would have thought that the most innocent and obedient cute drawing would become the object of someone actively seeking input...

"Take a bath together?!"

"Uh, did I misunderstand..."

"No, no! Taking a bath together is too, too luxurious... I might get a nosebleed and faint like before..."

Believe it or not, Mengmeng's words are actually quite possible, after all, there have been precedents.

"Um, I... I don't want Kuroba-kun to suffer either. Kuroba-kun has to work hard on his creations, right? And he also has to take care of everyone. Well, I know Kyo, um... that... smelly, but really delicious, like natto... it's not easy to collect all of it... Also, is it too much for me to eat it all by myself...?"

However, Kuroba Akira overestimated Moe; considering herself a slave, she naturally dared not hope for the main event.

All she wanted was to use Kuroba Akira's powerful influence.

"So, even just a finger will do...! I should say, someone like me is only worthy of being touched by Kuroba-kun's fingers... no! Toes will do too! Stepping on me will do too! Or you can give me the order to take care of myself in front of you, Kuroba-kun... as long as you take the lead... I, I'll empty myself completely in one go!"

Kuroba Akira wanted to complain about many things, but he also knew that now was not the time to do so.

Given Mengmeng's personality, she must have already done her best to get rid of this kind of thing, so we can't embarrass her.

"I understand. Can I use my method?"

"Yes! Sure! You can do whatever you want with me, Kuroba-kun!"

"Let's finish this quickly in the bathroom!"

"Okay, okay! Please, please take care of me!"

It's also the assistant's job to get the cartoonist into a focused (sage mode) where they can concentrate on drawing...

Well, this is work, not flirting; it just has a slight element of custom.

Chapter 417 The Story Continues

Akira Kuroba did a great job.

Make the cute illustrations clean inside and out.

It cleansed her mind and body.

Although it was Kuroba Akira who made her 'dirty' just now.

The walls of the shrine's residence weren't thick, and the soundproofing wasn't good. It could probably be heard not only in the next room but also outside the residence. Fortunately, there were no other houses around, so Moe was able to sing loudly.

Finally, she collapsed into Kuroba Akira's arms, where he carefully washed and dried her, changed her into a bathrobe, and then took her back to her room.

At this moment, Meng Hui, lying on the pillow, still had rosy cheeks and was still immersed in the afterglow, her eyes hazy and her smile blank.

After cleaning up the 'sewage' in the bathroom, Kuroba Akira returned to the temporary manga studio where the manga workbench was set up.

There was a fire burning inside him, not from anger, but from holding it in, because Kuroba Akira had gentlemanly refrained from taking advantage of the situation.

So after finishing cleaning the bathroom, Kuroba Akira went to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of chilled barley tea to cool down, and also brought a bottle for Moe, who had just lost a lot of body fluid.

A cup of ice-cold barley tea was placed on the forehead of Meng Hui, who was lying sprawled out in the room, instantly waking her up.

"ah!"

Meng Hui hurriedly got up and resumed sitting upright like a lady.

She knew she had been incredibly indecent just now, even more so than her mother at night... um... lewd. Maybe it was hereditary?

They act dignified in public but are wanton in private. Ziyin and the class president are like that. Only a few people are as genuine (perverted) as Makoto.

Most girls still care about their image, and they are quite thin-skinned and care a lot about their appearance, which is probably the root cause of their love for dressing up.

"Mengmeng, are you alright?"

Mengmeng took the bottled barley tea drink from Kuroba Akira and then fanned her still-warm face with her hand as she answered.

"Ah! Yes! I'm fine! Very fine! I'm all sweaty, and... well... anyway, I feel great!"

Feeling refreshed... To be honest, Kuroba Akira thought Momo would become dehydrated.

He also recalled what had just happened. Even though the bathroom faucet hadn't been turned on, Moe herself had turned into... well, a showerhead, which was why the bathroom floor was damaged.

He'd seen girls lose their composure before, but even Ziyin, who had the best reaction, hadn't exaggerated to the extent that Mengmeng did. It was the kind of thing that could create a rainbow in the bathroom, or even... spectacular.

Kuroba Akira was also learning for the first time that the effects in AVs weren't all created with props and special effects; there really were people like that in real life... well, people with very strong spitting power.

Perhaps Mengmeng knew she had made a huge fool of herself, so after everything was over, she was too ashamed to look Kuroba Akira in the eye.

However, Kuroba Akira actually felt quite accomplished. After all, judging from the visual effects and sound decibels alone, it was clear that Momo had indeed fully enjoyed herself, and as the man who helped her reach her peak, his desire to conquer was greatly satisfied.

Is this the kind of woman most men would adore?

Well, as long as she's comfortable, that's all that matters.

"That's good. Have some tea first. After all, you just... well... lost a lot of water, so drink more water to replenish it."

Kuroba Akira's words were quite tactful, but Moe was still ashamed and kept her door tightly shut, as if she wasn't the one who had just opened the floodgates.

To ease the awkward atmosphere, Kuroba Akira reached out and patted her head, asking a question.

"Do you feel any more refreshed?"

The sense of security replaced the shame, which alleviated the symptoms of being hesitant and awkward when drawing.

Yes, yes! Absolutely!

She thought to herself, it was this warm, large hand that had just helped her open the floodgates of her emotions, releasing the filth that had been accumulating inside her.

It was like receiving a divine blessing, a cleansing of body and soul, a journey to heaven—nothing could be more blissful.

"Um... thank you so much, Kuroba-kun, for even granting such a terrible and capricious request..."

"After all, we're comrades."

"Maybe there will be a time in the future when I need your help..." Kuroba Akira didn't say those words.

If I feel that Mengmeng will respond excessively enthusiastically to what I say, then we'll have to switch roles.

Back and forth, back and forth, all the time is spent on this, so I can forget about getting any work done today.

So I should just be more patient.

However, this conclusion is not a step backward, but rather an appropriate adjustment.

Ever since they took Makoto's advice and started doing whatever they wanted, the two of them hit it off and went on a wild run down the road of indulgence, seemingly unable to stop...

Fortunately, Qingxia stepped on the brakes and began to limit the number of passengers and establish boarding rules. Otherwise, Kuroba Akira's bus, which was severely overloaded, would have run out of fuel first and ended up being broken down.

After this experience, Kuroba Akira felt that both excessive self-restriction and excessive self-indulgence are undesirable and will ultimately lead to self-destruction.

It still comes down to the wisdom of our ancestors: too much strength will break, too much tension will lead to deficiency, and only by maintaining a proper balance can one find peace and contentment.

The Doctrine of the Mean...

Moe didn't feel disappointed by the identity of "companion"; on the contrary, she was very happy, as if she had gained another close friend with whom she could share all her secrets.

Lover, or even wife, was not a position she wanted to strive for. To her, those titles carried too much weight, and even if she were lucky enough to obtain them, she would feel uneasy and they were not suitable for her.

A companion is just right; someone you can get along with in a relaxed manner.

Of course, due to the influence of Shiori and Hitomi, in Moe's mind, the duration of such close friendship is also a lifetime.

I never thought about getting a boyfriend again; it just felt like that was too far removed from my life.

Having such a male friend is lucky enough, but developing this kind of relationship is even more fortunate.

Of course, there is another reason: in her heart, Moe considers Kuroba Akira as her master, and she has already handed over her ownership.

As for the master, one is enough.

"Hmm! In that case, there shouldn't be any problems until tonight!"

"That's good……"

Kuroba Akira's eyelids twitched, and he wanted to complain, but he held back.

Is it only until tonight...? Does that mean it'll be 'burning' by tomorrow? That's really something...