Ikari Shinji's Harem Comedy Daily Life

"?...Xiao Zhen! You...tsk, you really know how to please women." Gifts should be exchanged. No matter what the gift is, it looks like clothes - Katsuragi is still quite happy: "Where's the receipt? Tsk... maybe I will have to take it...ah. I don't want to return it, I just think it may not fit well and need to exchange it..."

"No need to compare, it will definitely fit." Xiao Ikari shook his head and said, "I know Misato-san very well."

"!!!—You little pervert! Get in my car!"

Katsuragi's high heels kicked Ikari's butt lightly, forcing him to get directly into the back seat.

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When they returned home, they carried large and small bags, and brought in the almost cold Japanese takeout from the doorstep.

There's no way around it. Buying Japanese takeout is incredibly cumbersome. Online shopping is underdeveloped, expensive, slow, and awful. District 11 has a dine-in culture, and before the internet age, takeout was essentially a phone call away. Only after the internet era did the same become awful.

"You should go take a shower first - wash away all the unhappy things. Today..." Katsuragi looked at the wound on Ikari's hand and sighed, "You are really brave and amazing - but you'd better not do this in the future. You know? Although you risked your life and didn't know what happened before, but now there are people who feel sorry for you."

"...Thank you, Misato-san." Ikari sighed again, "In the past ten years, how many times have I felt at home like this? — Dear (Japanese), you are so kind."

"! Get out of the way, you're getting ahead of me." It sounded like a scolding, but the tone was really just a bit of a snarl: "Don't tease me, my Lord!"

It's more than just teasing.

Heating something up was fine. A few minutes later, Katsuragi came out of the bathroom and saw Ikari typing furiously on his laptop.

"? What are you doing?" Kaba opened a can of beer - alcohol makes cowards brave! Alcohol is the medium of lust! For this reason, Katsuragi did not hesitate to (once again) break his dignity as an adult and handed a can of beer to Xiao Ikari.

"Thank you." Xiao Ding took it and put it aside. "I'm writing a report on what happened today. Although no one wants it, I feel it's necessary for me, as a frontline commander, to write a report to the commander. I hope he can be more sane and stop being so bureaucratic. This will seriously damage the lives and morale of frontline personnel and have a very serious impact on future operations."

"..." It was obvious that Ikari was resentful, and he hadn't even drunk the wine. Katsuragi thought for a long time and said, "I'm your superior. Just give this mission to me. I'll go talk to the commander."

"No, this is my problem. I talked to the commander today." Xiao Ikari knew what a bunch of shit Japanese bureaucrats were.

Last week, when I was fighting against the Apostle and Seele, the enemy was in the base camp and in the first three rows.

Last week, the funeral of the tsunami in District 11 was celebrated. They wanted to make Ikari a hero to liven things up, but Ikari was so disgusted that they directly suggested that Ikari Yui move out overnight.

This week, we see that old Ikari is not a human being again - he has a serious Japanese bureaucratic style.

"The commander completely disregarded military discipline and refused to listen to any intelligence from grassroots commanders or frontline combatants. This closed-door behavior is nothing short of military bureaucracy! — Serious trouble is imminent!"

"...Stop, stop, don't say anything that's detrimental to unity. Let me see your report, and I'll help you polish it up!"

"No, I'm going to give this directly to the commander. It's his business whether to listen or not, and it's mine whether to write or not! Oh, and there's another copy for Dr. Akagi Ritsuko."

Xiao Ding held a cigarette in his mouth and typed hard: "I will sleep in the living room tonight, it may be very late - even if the commander gets angry, so what! I must finish writing it tonight! The commander's mistakes must be -"

I'm going to piss him off to death tomorrow!

Filial piety is overwhelming, my family. They were so filial that they didn't even want Ikari Gendo to live past 2015.

For the sake of pride, Xiao Ikari will fight with the opponent to the end!

“…Ahem.” There’s nothing I can do. I’m doing this for his own good!

Katsuragi suddenly realized that he had a perfect excuse.

The older sister, who had just finished taking a shower and wrapped herself in a bath towel, came to the boy and threw the bath towel over him. She had no good intentions in the first place.

Have you ever seen a Peking Opera martial artist lift his robe and take it off in a very cool way? — That's what I mean.

"Ikari Shinji!"

"? Eh?" Call me by my full name? Ikari turned around and saw a super luxury sports car.

The headlights, beaming high just inches from my eyes, nearly blinded Ikari. Such large headlights are rare for a Japanese car. The streamlined body perfectly captures the curves of this luxury sports car. Look at the feel of the leather, the effortless control of the steering wheel, the sleek taillights, and the long, perfectly proportioned exhaust pipes.

It's just because of its age that there's a small scratch on the belly (from Misato Katsuragi's second-round injury). After all, it's a used car, 29 years old, so it's not good to ask for too much, right? Besides, we're looking at the spirit of the car! The interior!

"Ahem, stop talking back to your superiors like that, you know? Subordinates aren't allowed to kiss their superiors... Ugh! Ouch~"

The last "ah" was absolutely a joy that came from the bottom of my heart.

The purpose of writing the report was to piss off Old Ikari, so it doesn't really make any sense.

Now, Shinji Ikari doesn't need to think about anything else.

The one who needs to think about other things now is Miss Katsuragi Misato.

As we all know, driving a large vehicle is like being surrounded by a walled city. People on the outside want to get in, but people on the inside never think about getting out.

Driving a big car makes you happy, but the question is what's going on inside the car? — That needs to be looked at separately. Katsuragi Misato was quite happy at first, anyway. But people are sentimental. Once they're happy enough, they start to think about random things. Am I doing this wrong?

The opponent is only 14, and I am already 29 - if it weren't for the NEVR commander, I would have lost my identity long ago - these words flashed in Katsuragi's mind.

Of course, tired, I didn't think about it anymore. Three hours later, Miss Katsuragi Misato fell into a deep and blissful sleep, like a crushed frog. There wasn't a big problem here, except that the female NEVR staff member in charge of monitoring the situation submitted a report to her female superior.

The report was passed to the only recipient at the terminal - Ritsuko Akagi.

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Various Japanese documents are placed in Ritsuko Akagi's office.

In 2015, such an important department-level unit had not yet achieved paperless office - which is understandable! After all, important documents require paper copies, even handwritten ones!

There are three fax machines on the side, representing the excellent Japanese tradition that has not been changed by the double-stroke machine - understandable! Excellent craftsmanship!

Besides that, there were two computers, a half-eaten instant meal, and an ashtray filled with cigarette butts from a woman who had taken on lipstick. Two kitten stuffed animals were the only decorations. A cup of coffee was served, and Ritsuko Akagi was holding a document.

Then he looked at the woman in front of him.

NEVR Intelligence Department, Section 2 Chief.

"Three hours?!"

"Yes, three hours and thirty-five minutes." The Section 2 Chief looked about the same age as Akagi, his face quite handsome behind the sunglasses. However, behind the sunglasses, his expression seemed incredibly competent—which was the point he wasn't quite so competent at. "If it's the third most suitable candidate, then there are six total. Captain Katsuragi Misato has so many that it's almost impossible to count. The intervals between the third most suitable candidates are three minutes and ten seconds, two minutes and fifty seconds, one minute and thirty seconds, and two minutes..."

"Okay, okay..." Pinching the bridge of her nose, she felt envious and jealous. Akagi Ritsuko also wondered what was going on: "Besides me, how many other people know about this?"

"Yesterday's surveillance personnel, me, and Your Excellency."

"Three people in total?"

"No, there are two in total - I was the surveillance officer yesterday." No wonder his voice sounded a little tired.

"?" You're a section chief, staying up late at night to be a frontline surveillance officer? Do I believe it? — You're really excellent, aren't you? — Akagi Ritsuko took a deep breath and took a sip of her coffee, completely disgusted by this act of peeping.

"Is there a video?" Watching it is a crime! I'm watching it critically. If I don't, how can I understand the behavioral data? How can I understand the impact of sexual behavior on EVA pilots? How can I know if EVA synchronization rate is affected by the number of sexual encounters, etc.?

"Yes." The section chief immediately took out a videotape.

2015, videotape.

"This was yesterday's round-robin battle for the third fittest man."

"Don't lie to me, this is clearly an old man pushing a cart, I know that too." Akagi Ritsuko glanced at the video - envious and jealous! - Damn, is this Shinji Ikari? Isn't this Ma Hulu?

"Uh... I mean the three-hour wheel battle."

"Ahem... Got it—destroy it after you've read it. Internal materials, analyze them internally, and destroy them completely. No one outside of Class Two is allowed to share them! Otherwise, disciplinary action will be taken."

"Yes!" The second class is full of female students, so everyone studies, discusses and analyzes it.

"You go out." I still need to study it, discuss it, and criticize it again.

Ten minutes later, after lighting a cigarette and destroying the video in a lonely mood, Akagi Ritsuko shook her head and sighed - if old Ikari could have half the impulsiveness and ability of young Ikari, she would not be completely without any confidence at all.

105 Hardcore Campus Movie

Love is a terrible thing. Even the earth can't stand it if the bull is too strong.

Ritsuko Akagi watched as Katsuragi became more radiant day by day, but his spirit was also depressed.

Radiant complexion refers to the perfect release of hormones and estrogen that have been deprived of their normal function for years, as well as complete psychological comfort. Love is something that's hard to explain and can be quite painful.

This brings me to something that even virgins can't accept, but I have to say it—Katsuragi's ex (no, I can't accept it either!). Without talking about the ex, it's hard to explain. Now that you've talked about the ex, you realize how terrible they are.

Mr. Ryoji Kaji and Ms. Misato Katsuragi had a story they couldn't have told before, back in college. But even at 30, Mr. Kaji, who seemed sophisticated and adept at socializing, was a complete novice in college. When Katsuragi turned away and started being indifferent, he followed suit, ignoring her. Their relationship remained tangential until, over time, it faded.

"I will never let go of your hand, never! - Sister Misato is my sister Misato, forever! You can spit on my feelings, but you can never stop me from loving you! You are the most beautiful wild rose. I have never seen you bloom, but I love you because you are the soul of a flower that blooms forever. Maybe my love cannot be conveyed to the rose, but I hope I belong to her forever!"

You say you want to watch AV, but you also have to read romantic literature; you say you want to read romantic literature, but you also have to watch high-intensity AV.

What Pushkin? This intensely suave production made Ritsuko Akagi wonder if she'd won the Women's AV of the Year award. As mentioned earlier, women's AVs require the women to be beautiful and not "bitch-like," and the men to be both handsome and submissive. The overall style presents a fusion of love and desire, a collision of soul and body—basically, it's akin to an Eastern landscape painting, where artistic conception is paramount.

It's completely different from the violent reactions of men, like chemical experiments. Don't talk to me about feelings. I only read pistol stories. It's all about efficiency. Before sex, the heart is like a demon, after sex, the mind is like Buddha.

The game for females also needs to leave a lasting impression, which is quite demanding.

Seeing a beautiful boy like Ikari fall in love at first sight with Katsuragi, the desire and love are vividly expressed. Although I don't know how long this love can last (it lasted until Katsuragi died last week, but it is really beautiful to hear it said so.

From a rationalist perspective, Ritsuko Akagi thought that this thing was just so-so - except that it was perfect, that's all.

Akagi Ritsuko, with her womanly sensibility, felt that—without further ado, those bitches from Section 2 definitely hadn't followed the rules and destroyed the videotape!—even though she had no evidence, that was just how she felt!

"Clatter." Ritsuko Akagi casually (once again, this is Japan in 2015) used the computer password to open the private safe deep inside the nearby and threw the money away.

"Huh... Katsuragi." With her bestie's body all over her mind, it wasn't good. Akagi Ritsuko glanced at the clock and saw another hour had passed. She figured it was time to get off work, so she decided to start a fun overtime shift. Although she usually used air freshener after smoking, this time, Akagi Ritsuko used half a bottle. "Tsk, who knows what's going to happen to her next! An old cow eating young grass, I'm afraid she'll die of overeating!"

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Ko Ikari criticized the Japanese bureaucrats for not finishing their report.

So the next day he went to school reluctantly.

Third New Tokyo City, Municipal First Middle School. Same as before, second grade, class one.

Pegasus Middle School.

The students who go to school here all have one thing in common, and guess what it is? Ah, yes, you hell-joke lovers are really smart - the children here have no fathers or mothers.

All the children here are EVA's backup pilots - this actually hides a very horrifying truth: NEVR is a genuine human experiment organization.

How could it be such a coincidence? A large number of NEVR pilots were transformed the same year as Ikari Yui? How could it be so simple? Everyone was as enlightened as Ikari Yui, so they just walked into the plug and transformed themselves? And there were at least dozens of people in a class. How many people were there in a whole school?

This is a good thing done by Japan's NEVR. There are branches in Germany, the United States, and even Shanghai.

You talk about the NEVR incident back then—how many people were actually burned by it? How many volunteered? How many were completely unaware? Scientists of Yui Ikari's caliber studied this very thing. To be precise, it was Yui Ikari who was directing everything. So, she was carrying fuel for humanity and little Ikari, only to throw herself into the fire and burn as fuel.

Others are not at this level. According to Asuka, her mother is an excellent scientist - at most similar to Ikari Yui, but the focus of the NEVR story is that Ikari Yui broke through the technology. At least Ikari Yui knows the insertion plug technology inside and out.

According to Suzuhara and Aisuke, their parents' levels were not high - but they were still G.

This is terrifying, and it's impossible to think about it in detail.

"Ikari Shinji." After writing his name on the blackboard, little Ikari came to Class 1, Grade 2, completely different from the cowardly boy in the original work.

A sunny and cheerful Soviet boy.

His accent is a bit thick, but he's genuinely handsome, and his looks are absolutely spot on! Just like last week, the girls in Little Bourgeois' class are going crazy for him and seem to love him.

"Soviet, member of the Soviet Leninist Communist Youth League - you can call me Soleimani." He also wrote his Middle Eastern name in Russian cursive on the blackboard.

Xiao Ikari's words made the infatuated girls stop talking instantly, like a strangled duck.

Soviet.

Red Army.

Holy shit! — How come a Soviet guy came back to our school?

"Ahem, Ikari is a Japanese. Due to special reasons, he studied in the Soviet Union for many years..." The teacher planned to help introduce him.

"Teacher, you're a little mistaken." Ikari looked at the old man he had met the week before. He looked so ordinary, but in reality, he was a real dust-up. He seemed to be blind and hard of hearing, but in reality, he was sharp and even had a bad temper. Ikari gently stopped the old man and introduced himself: "My country is the Soviet Union, not Japan. I am Soviet, not Japanese—I came to Japan to study."

"..." Fuck! I can't understand what you're saying. How could I not know that NEVR's intelligence personnel called the principal and me together to give orders? Don't tell me this...

The old man was very dissatisfied and angry, but there was nothing he could do. He was not from Guangzhou and could not go back and curse you to death with a single word. So the old man put on a smiling face and said, "Oh, maybe I remembered it wrongly. So, classmate Shinji Ikari is here to study abroad. We should all get along well. Hahaha..."

I don’t care anymore!

"Well, that's enough introductions—we'll start the class now."

Everyone felt something was wrong when Ikari stood on the podium, but at least there was a desk to protect them. As they approached the group of students, they realized that Ikari's mother was definitely not an ordinary person.

Everyone knows what the uniforms are for this NEVR-supported school, right? I won't go into detail about the girls' uniforms; the design is pretty much the same, and it all depends on how you look. The boys' uniforms come in two sets—one for fall and winter, and one for spring and summer.

Although I don't know why Japanese adults are given winter school uniforms in the middle of summer, since the Japanese bureaucrats say so, you just have to spend money to buy them - Ikari's Japanese school uniform is a vest inside to prevent sweat, and a short-sleeved white shirt outside.

Thirty-six thousand knife scars, plus bullet wounds, scratches, and a tattoo of Russian—all of it.

Oh, there is a Russian tattoo on the right forearm, and the slogan on it is also normal - "Пролетарии всех стран, соединяйтесь! (Workers of the world unite)!" - This tattoo is similar to the Tiandihui's anti-Qing and restoration Ming tattoo, hoping that the young soldiers will not rebel.

It is well known that in District 11, tattoos represent something.

When his classmates saw Ikari in this outfit, coupled with his Soviet history, they probably thought that Ikari had accidentally killed Suzuhara Touji's sister during combat! Suzuhara Touji would have reflected on himself and not dared to touch Ikari at the first moment.

Of course, men don’t dare to touch it, that’s because men are men.