Tokyo Soft Rice King.

"A fishy smell, kelp... Okay, I've got it."

Hitomi Anri memorized Akira Kuroba's preferences.

This means I can't use kombu broth or add bonito flakes to miso soup, but doing so will significantly diminish its flavor... Is there any way to compensate for this...?

Hitomi Anri was already thinking about the details of cooking.

Although I could skip making miso soup, it's one of my best dishes, so I decided to let him try it anyway.

I've never felt this eager to let someone taste my cooking before, perhaps because this is the first time I've cooked for a man?

Even her father had never eaten a dish she had cooked herself.

She wanted to do well and get his praise.

I only enrolled in cooking classes to escape reality, never imagining that I would one day look forward to cooking.

"As for the amount of food, Kuroba-kun is a boy, and he's still growing, so I'll cook more for him, okay?"

"No problem, I'll eat as much as I make, not a single grain of rice will be left."

"Hehe, that's too exaggerated."

But that would make me very happy.

So, I'll make sure you eat until your belly is full.

Chapter Nine: Her Body Warmth Remains

Back in the library with the class monitor, Kuroba Akira was also filled with emotion.

Starting tomorrow, I can finally say goodbye to this place. The miserable days of memorizing vocabulary here every day like a college student preparing for graduate school entrance exams are finally over.

"Kuroba-kun has a relieved look on his face."

"Yes, because we don't have to come to this place anymore."

"Huh? You're not coming to the library anymore?"

"Come again if needed, but probably not almost every day like before."

"So, does that mean Kuroba-kun is no longer writing novels?"

"Uh! How did you know... Ah, you saw it..."

After all, the class monitor had been managing the library all summer, and Kuroba Akira was usually the only one in the library, so it would be strange if she didn't notice.

Besides reading and learning languages ​​in the library, Akira Kuroba also does another thing: write novels.

After all, writing a novel in class would attract too much attention, so Kuroba Akira would go to a corner of the library to write his novel.

Of course, he wasn't actually writing to express his literary talent; he was doing something that many time travelers would do.

Wenzhao Gong!

Copy his ass!

Indeed, this is another reason why Akira Kuroba diligently practiced languages.

This was also the life plan he made after time travel.

Although he won't be kicked out by the landlady for now, who knows when her menopause might return and she'll kick him out. So, for the sake of making a living, he should start thinking about earning money.

As a time traveler, Kuroba Akira doesn't have many options for accumulating initial capital.

The most realistic example is plagiarism.

After transmigrating, Kuroba Akira discovered that the neon lights of this world seemed to be subtly different from those in his memory, and those well-known works that he was familiar with did not exist in this world.

For example, she said she hadn't seen the joke about the class president from the Monogatari series that Kuroba Akira and the class president were just talking about.

However, making money by plagiarism is an outdated strategy.

After discovering that he possessed the innate ability to "see through illusions," Akira Kuroba's life plans underwent a significant shift.

"May I have the opportunity to read some of Kuroba-kun's works?"

"Not now, let's talk about it when we have a chance."

"All right……"

The class monitor didn't insist; she knew that showing her writing to others required a lot of courage.

After hanging the library key back in the empty administration office, the two walked out of the teaching building and came back to the vending machine where they had first met.

"In short, I roughly understand how to get along with Kuroba-kun. If I want to ask Kuroba-kun for a favor, I need to prepare the corresponding reward in advance, right? It's much more straightforward than I imagined."

"Yes, I'm the kind of person who won't get up early for nothing. If there's no tangible reward, I really won't be motivated."

Kuroba Akira put his hands behind his head and watched her put the money into the coin slot once again.

"But chatting with you, class monitor, was quite pleasant. It's been a long time since I've talked this much with anyone, and my desire to express myself was fully satisfied."

"Yes, Kuroba-kun said more today than he did in the entire semester. So, after talking so much, Kuroba-kun must be thirsty. I know that's what you were waiting for in the first place."

"Hehe, that's great! Long live the class monitor!"

Looking at his sly smile, Anri Hitomi suddenly felt a little reluctant to treat him to a meal.

The other boys in the class were just happy to be able to speak and didn't dare to ask for anything else, but he just wanted to scam a drink from me...

Seriously! Am I not even as good as a beverage?!

Thinking of this, Anri Hitomi was very angry, so she couldn't help but press the hot drink button.

Clang!

Kuroba Akira happily squatted down to get the drink, but the moment he touched it, his smile froze.

After taking it out and glancing at it, Kuroba Akira said, slightly speechless.

"Squad leader...this is hot milk."

"I know."

"Did you order the wrong thing?"

In this sweltering heat, who would be out of their mind to drink a hot beverage? It's scalding hot!

The class monitor pouted and started acting childish again.

"Since I'm treating, I should decide what drinks to serve you, right?"

"...Okay, you're treating, it's your decision."

Why did you suddenly start arguing?

I really don't understand... Women are just incomprehensible creatures.

"And what about you, class monitor?"

"I don't drink."

"Then I'll give you this bottle."

"That was bought for you."

"I don't want to drink anymore..."

"Since Kuroba-kun doesn't want a drink, I'll compensate you with something nice."

"Ok?"

Anri Hitomi suddenly moved closer to Kuroba Akira, as if she were about to hug him.

This time, Kuroba Akira neither leaned back nor dodged. Based on her previous experience, she probably didn't really want to do anything intimate; she was just teasing him.

Although their faces weren't closer, their bodies were much closer, and Kuroba Akira could feel the tips of her breasts pressing against him.

However, before Kuroba Akira could savor the moment, something even more exciting happened: the class monitor actually put her hand into his pocket!

The pockets of the uniform pants were deep, very close to her vital parts; if she peered a little further to the side, she could grasp Kuroba Akira's manhood in her hand.

This is already a sexually suggestive flirtation.

However, Anri Hitomi did not intend to manipulate Kuroba Akira and his younger brother. She simply put something into his pocket and then quickly pulled her hand out, her cheeks slightly flushed.

Kuroba Akira looked at her suspiciously, then put his hand in his pocket to check what she had put there.

Then he froze.

The feel, the shape... could it be!

Anri Hitomi's cheeks flushed red, and she fanned herself with her hand while trying to remain calm.

"Don't take it out yet, I'll be shy."

"This...so you really did take your clothes off?"

"Did you think I was acting all coy just now? I really don't like feeling this emptiness..."

"But class monitor... when we went upstairs to return the keys together, I was walking behind you, and you didn't cover yourself at all. If I had walked a little slower, wouldn't that have..."

Did you see everything?

"Yeah, the thought of possibly being seen naked by Kuroba-kun makes me really excited... and once I get used to it, the cool feeling is actually quite comfortable, it gives me a sense of openness..."

Good heavens, not only did he awaken a rather unsettling interest at lightning speed, but he actually started to enjoy it!

To learn deviant behaviors so quickly, is that what genius is all about?!

"This kind of game is really exciting. I feel like I'm going to become a bad person."

"So giving me this is some kind of weird play?"

"No, this is your 'deposit' for Kuroba-kun."

"deposit?"

"Well, you could also call it a 'handle' or a 'weak point'. After all, if I suddenly stop bringing lunches for Kuroba-kun, there's not much Kuroba-kun can do about it, right?"

"what……"

Indeed, although it was called a transaction, it was just an agreement between the two people and had no binding force. She could easily turn her back on her promise.

"So as long as Kuroba-kun still has this, I won't break the contract without my permission. But Kuroba-kun can't actually sell it, or I'll turn the bento I brought you into some kind of culinary disaster and force you to eat it."

"That's torture... I won't sell it. Rather, if someone finds out I have this, I'll be socially dead, so this is also a 'handle' against me."