Tokyo Soft Rice King.

Just like writing an outline on her laptop, Shiori Shirai also struggled in the labyrinth of creation, eventually creating works that were uniquely her own.

These are the traces of her hard work.

"Sorry, there aren't any extra chairs in my room. Please sit on the bed, just don't sit on my books."

Kuroba Akira obediently sat on her bed, sitting upright, while Shirai Shiori went to draw the curtains.

As the twilight outside was obscured, the atmosphere in the room became increasingly ambiguous, and even Kuroba Akira felt a sense of tension and inexplicable excitement for no apparent reason.

Right, it's just like that! The female knight kidnapped by goblins and taken back to their cave! The way she's humiliated after her defeat...that's what makes it even more exciting!

To ease the eerie atmosphere, Kuroba Akira asked.

"Should we turn off the lights?"

If Kuroba Akira darkened the environment so she couldn't see clearly, she probably wouldn't feel so bad.

"That would make it seem like we're really doing something shady... We're just fulfilling our bet."

"Uh, what you said makes sense..."

"Turn around, I'm going to start taking off my clothes."

"oh oh……"

In the quiet room, the rustling sound of clothes rubbing against each other reached Kuroba Akira's ears, stimulating his nerves and causing his imagination to surge.

However, a sob interrupted his delusion.

"Waaah..."

Tears welled up uncontrollably.

Shiori Shirai finally broke down in tears.

They've already endured this long...

But after taking off her school uniform and feeling the air through her exposed skin, she realized with her body that she had completely lost to Kuroba Akira.

At this moment, what welled up in my heart was not a sense of shame, nor the resentment that arose from being humiliated.

The tears I shed were... tears of regret.

The thought of how smug I was when I finished the original manuscript makes me feel disgusted and nauseous.

Looking back now, what was I even writing? It was just a clumsy imitation of a bestselling light novel, completely failing to express my own ideas, wasn't it?

How could such a crude work possibly gain recognition!

If I were reviewing this, I wouldn't even give this kind of garbage a second thought!

To think that a work of this caliber could win this competition... that's incredibly narrow-minded!

He was clearly serious.

They diligently wrote an excellent light novel.

A masterpiece that even the editors at Hurricane Library praised highly.

To label him as a frivolous man based solely on conjecture... is simply naive.

What makes me think I can beat him?

Just because you've won awards and have publishing experience?

Am I really the kind of superficial person who labels others based on their appearance?

Actually, you don't really understand Kuroba Akira at all, do you?

Why not get to know each other better before drawing conclusions?

Was he provoked simply because he held Mengmeng's hand?

I would never make this mistake when reading a book; I would try to find out what the book is trying to express...

Why is it that when I'm with someone... I become like a blind fool?

Is this the difference between reading books and reading people...? I myself failed to be objective and made many basic mistakes...

Of course, what I'm most unwilling to accept is that I haven't been able to write better works.

If they had simply written something better than his work, things wouldn't be like this...

I'm so unwilling to accept this...!

Shiori Shirai didn't wipe away her tears. Through her tear-blurred vision, she saw a figure.

It was Kuroba Akira who came to her.

At this moment, Shiori Shirai had stripped down to only a set of pure white underwear and white silk gloves, but she did not cover her body.

Perhaps feeling that this was punishment for her foolishness, she stood there, tears streaming down her face, waiting for Kuroba Akira's humiliation.

But Akira Kuroba simply reached out and wiped away her tears.

"I see... what shames you isn't having to strip naked in front of me."

"..."

"You feel so resentful because you made a big boast and agreed to a bet that you couldn't handle, but in the end you lost this important showdown, right?"

"..."

"Shiroi Shiori, I admit your defeat."

"..."

"So take it off, I'll be watching you closely."

"……Um."

Shiori Shirai nodded silently.

At the very least... you have to be willing to accept the consequences of your bets.

The most important thing now is to regain the courage to honestly accept failure.

That way, even if your body is exposed, your heart won't die... and you can make a comeback!

So, Shiori Shirai took off her last two pure white underwear.

In front of Kuroba Akira, he reverted to his original birth form.

Chapter 120 Snow Scene in the Room

The first impression that catches the eye is white.

She was completely white from head to toe.

Her skin was snow-white, like the first snow of winter, pure and flawless, radiating a soft glow, and as smooth and warm as a freshly peeled egg, drawing one's gaze involuntarily and making one want to reach out and touch it...

However, it cannot be touched, because touching it would be considered harassment.

Moreover, the reason it appears white is simply because the curtains are drawn and there is a high-powered LED white light overhead, which makes it appear bright and translucent.

But the good lighting also meant that Kuroba Akira could see very clearly at this time.

For example, the two little eyes of the round snowman, from the middle of the knees together, go up to the fork, and you can see a depression, in which there is a tightly sealed cave that has never been entered by anyone.

Incidentally, it's quite rare to find no grass growing in the depression; it's a completely natural white tiger.

Upon seeing this, Kuroba Akira suddenly remembered a method for determining virginity that he had heard of before: check if the frenulum below the vagina is closed; if it is open like an X, it means that the vagina has already been explored.

It is said that this is because a virgin's hip bones close better, so her hips and thighs are one.

Then, once this happens, the body's sex will be awakened, and the hip joint will naturally release within the next 36 hours, transforming into a state capable of natural reproduction.

After all, a baby's head is bigger than any man's penis.

However, most women now choose cesarean section because many pregnant women are unwilling to suffer the pain of tearing their bodies apart.

Kuroba Akira was thinking about these random bits of trivia in his head to avoid having any bad thoughts.

However, it is impossible to do so. Only saints can do it, while Kuroba Akira is just an ordinary person.

Although he tried his best not to look at the important parts, just looking at her fair skin reminded Kuroba Akira of plaster statues, blank canvases, and... blank paper.

Then I really wanted to write on it.

For example, 'XXX only', 'FREE', 'free entry and exit', etc., or simply write the most classic '正' character.

And that blank area below her belly button would be perfect for drawing a weird pink heart or something...

"Hey! Haven't you seen enough?!"

She lowered her head slightly, her eyes darting around, her left hand gripping her right arm, her expression a mixture of shame and anger. The rise and fall of her chest and the flush on her cheeks added a captivating touch to her beauty, making her even more alluring.

You're just making people want to bully you more, Shirai-kun...

Kuroba Akira deliberately pointed at her hand and said something mischievously.

"You haven't taken off your last piece of clothing yet."

"Well……!"

Although she had taken off her underwear, Shiori Shirai forgot to take off her white silk gloves.

It wasn't intentional; she genuinely forgot. She usually only took off her gloves before washing up at night and put them back on after washing up in the morning because she had a book in her hand almost all day.

I have never encountered a situation where gloves were removed 'unnecessarily'.

"Will you do it yourself? Or... shall I help you?"

"..."

Seeing how naturally Akira Kuroba acted, Shiori Shirai's shyness and anxiety gradually dissipated.

I really don't understand this man... When we were in the activity room, his eyes were wandering around, staring at other people's chests like a perverted old man... but now he can be so calm...

It should have been an incredibly embarrassing situation, but Shiori Shirai felt that there was no need to be so shy in front of him.

She wasn't even as resistant to him touching her body anymore.

She recalled the scene where her friend had her hand held by him.

At the time, I refused to have my palm read, which sounded like an excuse to take advantage of him, but perhaps I misunderstood him.

Thinking back carefully, it seems that he only showed such enthusiasm after seeing Mengmeng's hands, inviting Mengmeng to illustrate his light novel.