Tokyo Soft Rice King.

However, after thinking about it carefully, Kuroba Akira felt that he didn't really have the right to say that.

After all, I just went through a brutal and relentless ordeal not long ago, but I still had that wicked thought of pushing Mengmeng... Is it that I'm incorrigible, or that my nature is hard to change...?

Anyway, to be honest, a young body is indeed like an inexhaustible source of firewood; even the slightest spark can easily ignite desire.

No wonder people compare humans to monkeys that are in heat all the time; there's some truth to it.

"Um, I'm so sorry, I got your hands dirty, Kuroba-kun..."

"Don't worry, you licked it clean for me, didn't you?"

"That... is it... an instinct, or a desire to serve...? Well, me too, I didn't even think about it... um..."

"Okay, stop apologizing. I've said before, I don't think it's dirty, even if it means using my mouth..."

"Ugh...! S-stop! Kuro-Kuroba-kun, stop saying things like that!"

"Oh, sorry, did I make you feel disgusted?"

"No! Not at all disgusting! I would never possibly dislike Kuroba-kun! It's just that, um, if you say things like that again, I finally managed to get rid of it... and suddenly it's all back up... It's accumulating too fast... It won't stop until tonight..."

"Oh, I see..."

Kuroba Akira scratched his cheek. He hadn't really thought of saying anything to make her happy; he'd just blurted out whatever came to mind...

Huh? Has this turned a scumbag's smooth talk into a passive skill?

Wow, it seems I've improved without even realizing it, and I've become even better at pleasing women.

Should I be happy, or saddened that I'm beyond help...?

"So please, Kuroba-kun, don't speak to me too gently... please be stricter with me!"

Moe made this request with a serious expression, but Kuroba Akira was a little at a loss.

Even if you say you'll treat it harshly...

He didn't know how to criticize a shy, soft, obedient, and lovable girl.

This is even harder than finding fault with an egg.

"Exactly! Please don't give in to me! And don't agree to everything I say! Be even more ruthless towards me! Well, even hitting me is fine!"

"Uh, do you want that kind of play where you punish disobedient naughty kids?"

Although I had noticed it to some extent before, I was sure that the cute one was indeed a member of the M family...

So next time, I'll go along with her XP?

"No! That kind of playful, flirtatious spanking won't do! It'll only make me happier! I mean something more brutal... like slapping me hard across the face, or punching me in the stomach or something..."

"No, no, no, a slap, hitting the stomach is a bit..."

Could this also be a cute fantasy...? That's a bit extreme.

"Then, then! I'll strangle you!"

"Wouldn't that be worse?! I would never let you get hurt!"

"Ah, you're right... I'm sorry, Kuroba-kun, I was being willful again... Thinking about it carefully, if I were to find pleasure in this cruel treatment that should be punishment, it would only cause you more trouble..."

Moe is still aware that if her fetish continues to delve deeper into the dark realm, she might eventually end up hoping to die at the hands of Kuroba Akira.

We still cannot sacrifice our lives in pursuit of that fleeting moment of ascension.

It is too much to let the master's hands be stained with blood to satisfy the slave's desires.

And while he himself had a blast, what about those left behind? Kuroba-kun will feel guilty, Shiori will hate Kuroba-kun, and what about their parents...?

Yes, I really shouldn't stray into evil ways.

It's better to vent these dark thoughts through creative impulses rather than letting them affect my real life.

That's right... Focus your mind and immerse yourself in the creative process!

Moe patted her cheeks, dismissing those messy thoughts, and spoke earnestly to Kuroba Akira.

"Kuroba-kun, I'm all set! Because of me, so much time has been wasted, let's start drawing the manga now!"

"oh oh……"

Although Kuroba Akira didn't know what kind of emotional journey Moe had gone through, it seemed that she had already sorted out her feelings.

"Then I'll go and work on the storyboard names for the serialization. Mengmeng, you can start creating freely, and you can also think of any scenes you want to add to the storyboard... I'll be right here, call me anytime if you have any questions."

"Ok!"

Kuroba Akira nodded, returned to his desk, turned on his computer, and began organizing the outline and writing the storyboard, quickly entering a creative state.

The main reason is that this way I can avoid constantly reliving the image of Moe in the bathroom... it's too sentimental.

　Looking at Kuroba Akira's serious face, Moe was first fascinated... and then quickly became infected by it.

A man's serious demeanor fascinates a woman and makes her want to work hard alongside him.

The cute illustrations, having cleansed both mind and body, have successfully entered the creative mode.

And so, the two spent the afternoon in silence.

What brought Kuroba Akira back to his senses was the sound of the room door being opened.

Haruka walked into the room carrying a lunchbox.

"Good evening, Kuroba-kun, and Moe-kun... Ah, are you still drawing? I brought dinner, have some and rest for a bit."

"Oh, Qingxia, you've come at the right time. I'm feeling a bit hungry too. Mengmeng, come and fill your stomach first."

"Okay! I'll clear the table out right away."

Moe wanted to clear out her workbench to use as a dining table, but Kuroba Akira stopped her.

"No need for that. Let's all go eat next door."

Kuroba Akatsuki Moe reached out and pulled her up from the ground.

"Ta-da! Brother Ming, we're here too!"

Good evening, brother.

Little Cutie Future and Little Cutie Number Two Hikari peeked out from behind Haruka, one on the left and one on the right, and even winked at her.

"Oh, it's Mirai and Hikaru. Is Akiko here too?"

Qingxia explained.

"Miss Akiko stayed at Kobayashi's house, saying she couldn't bear to leave her mother-in-law to eat dinner alone. She also made this bento box."

"Is it just the old lady at home? Xiaolin... uh, where's Xiaoman?"

"Xiaoman hasn't come back. It seems he stayed with Mr. Tu Yifang."

"Old rascal, never home..."

Grandpa Kobayashi was a good man in every way, except that he was too career-oriented. He was probably the kind of person who couldn't sit still when he was alive, and he's still the same after being resurrected as a god.

"Then let Grandma Lin come here for dinner too."

"She said she didn't want to leave her home just to have a meal, otherwise she would have gone to find Xiaoman long ago. She also said that she wasn't so lonely that she needed someone to accompany her to eat, and that everyone should just focus on their own things. She even invited Miss Qiuzi to come over here, but Miss Qiuzi stayed instead."

"She's an old lady, still so arrogant... Well, next time just invite us back for a meal. We're not so busy that we can't even find time to eat."

"Yes, I'm just here to deliver food. I'll go back over there for dinner later."

Qingxia smiled and glanced at Mengmeng, who was wearing a bathrobe. She then gave Heiyu Ming a look, indicating that she wouldn't be so insensitive as to bother them.

Kuroba Akira wanted to explain that he and Momo weren't dating. Although something did happen before they started drawing the comics, they were really just working properly afterward, and it didn't matter whether there were other people around. But after thinking about it, he accepted Haruka's kindness.

"Brother, is this the sequel to that story?"

The sudden sound from behind startled Kuroba Akira. It turned out that Hikaru, who had been behind Haruka just moments before, had come to the table and was examining the serialized name on it.

This little sister, why does she walk so silently... like a ghost...

"Oh, that's right. Today, Mengmeng and I went to the editorial department to meet with the editor and got permission to attend the serialization meeting. We're preparing the manuscript for the serialization, and if all goes well, we can start serialization."

Future, a seasoned comic book fan, excitedly jumped over and grabbed Mengmeng's hands.

"Wow! It's really going to start serialization in Weekly Shonen Boom?! That's amazing! Momo! You're going to become the number one manga artist in all of Japan!"

"It's all thanks to Kuroba-kun... I... I'll try my best not to hold him back!"

Qingxia also offered her congratulations.

"Congratulations, Kuroba-kun. With this, you've taken another step closer to your dream."

"yes……"

It's not about exploiting geniuses, but about moving forward alongside them.

Akira Kuroba felt that he also found redemption and fulfillment in the process.

"I see, so the story can continue..."

Looking at the messy draft, Ameyu Hikaru smiled slightly, revealing a relieved expression.

It was as if she herself had been perpetuated.

"I am back."

"Oh, welcome back."

Around eight o'clock in the evening, Ziyin and Hongxiang also arrived.

They seemed to have just rushed back from the Four Seasons Studio; it was already quite good that they could get off work in the evening, after all, there is no distinction between day and night in the entertainment industry.

"Ah, um, welcome back..."

Moe hunched her shoulders, timidly raised her hand, and also greeted Ziyin.

She was still a little scared when facing Ziyin, like a hamster facing a snake.

Ziyin narrowed her eyes, her scrutinizing gaze rising from Meng Hui's bathrobe to the large, bulging thunderbolt that formed a deep slit in the middle of the V-neck.

"..." So, why are you here?

Ziyin didn't ask that question, because a quick observation of the surroundings would tell her that Aizono Moe was there to work.

And she wasn't the only one; she heard the two little ones playing games together in the next room as soon as she walked into this room.