Macho Harem Paradise Project

I really do miss them. Maybe for those girls they have only lived with me for less than a year, but for me I have actually gained half a year of extra experience because of experiencing other worlds.

"There are no requirements, just perform as you like, but we will put in ads and you can also enter bigger live halls."

"If circumstances permit, I can also join a regular record company."

“Really?!”

I don't have to do anything to enjoy such treatment. I am really flattered, but also feel nervous.

Michiru Hyodo was so embarrassed that her neatly tied skirt was about to get wrinkles.

"Well, if you are free, accompany me to the shopping mall this weekend. I want to buy some things and need some advice from girls. You can refuse. This is a private matter."

"No problem! I'll take care of this!"

Such a small thing can bring stability and a promising future to the high school girls' band. It's such a good deal.

Instead, she did nothing and then felt bad about the money.

"I hope Miss Hyodo's boyfriend has no objection."

It was just a simple test, and of course he knew that there was no such person as a boyfriend. She devoted herself to the band and was the kind of person who would wait for school to end during class.

"Ahahaha, I don't have a boyfriend. To be honest, no one is chasing me."

After discovering that this man was easy to talk to, her nervousness gradually disappeared, and she gradually behaved normally when facing people of her own age.

"Oh? Such a beauty, yet no one is pursuing her?"

"I don't know either, haha~ Maybe it's because I go to an all-girls school?"

In the eyes of students, Michiru, a tall beauty, is already out of her reach. Adding the special halo of being in a band adds to her psychological pressure.

Students who are unwilling to accept setbacks will naturally not take such a shining person as their first target.

Not to mention girls who are already thin-skinned.

Just like Kasumigaoka Utaha and Sawamura Eriri, they also stand out in school but hardly interact with boys because they are too dazzling.

"Well, I'll be grateful for your guidance in the future, Miss Hyodo."

"Ah~ Don't call me Miss, that's weird, just call me Michiru."

"Then just call me Shuichi."

Leaving the table, the two held hands together.

Then she jerked it back like a frightened rabbit.

"what happened?"

"No, nothing..."

Putting her hands behind her back, Michiru could no longer maintain her lively and carefree look, and once again became nervous and awkward.

The moment their hands touched, it was as if an electric current ran through her body, and she almost couldn't help but scream out.

Maybe it was intuition, she felt that if she screamed out, it would definitely be a very embarrassing sound.

Yang Ming Xiuyi didn't care about the red face. He decided that the fun of taking it slow was here. Let these normal beautiful girls fall for him one after another. This would give him a greater sense of accomplishment than playing beautiful girl games.

"Then, I'll leave first?"

Her emotions, which had calmed down a lot, started to feel embarrassed again and Michiru Hyodo wanted to run away.

"Ah."

"Mr. Yang, Mr. Shuichi, bye then."

He walked out of the office quietly, and closed the door carefully.

"call,,"

Heaved a sigh of relief. No matter how close the other party was to you, he was still your financial sponsor. How could you let go so easily?

After taking a breath, he took just two steps outside when he was surrounded by his teammates in the office corridor.

"How is it?"

"Have you agreed? Do I have to call you Madam Bingtang from now on?"

"That's not right. It must be the investor's last name."

"You guys..."

Looking at her teammates who were still joking and not taking it seriously, Michiru sighed.

They have only just met and it has already come to that point. Why don’t they discuss how many children they will have in the future and what to name them?

"Mrs. Yangming! Have you decided what you want to name your child?"

"But if it's a lover, then it's still Mrs. Hyodo."

"Enough, I say enough!"

Do they understand what kind of pressure they are under in there?

However, a young, wealthy, outstanding working man and the lead singer of a band he invested in... sounds quite consistent with the style of some youth romance novels.

Thinking of the temperature of that palm, her little face turned red again.

After drinking the coffee on the table, Yang Mingxiu stood up and stretched. . . .

?617 posted it!

After waiting inside for a while, they should have left.

Go back to school.

Walk out of your own commune and stroll on the way to school.

It was afternoon at this time, and it was rare to see students in school uniforms on the street, let alone a man with such a striking appearance and figure.

They react differently to different genders.

Men will first have a comparative mentality in their minds, and set a certain level of combat power for themselves. When they find that it is a sense of power that is out of their reach, they will think about the people hanging around outside in school uniforms at this time, who might be the delinquent in the school, or even the boss, so they lower their heads and dare not look at the person for too long.

On the contrary, the women all showed their infatuated looks. This casual look of just walking with their hands in their pockets was already more attractive than all the beautiful adjectives in the scope of understanding. Whether it was the expressionless, serious and cold expression, or the perfect facial features that were jaw-dropping under the coldness, it was really heart-beating.

This kind of gaze gradually stopped until I entered the campus.

It is the afternoon break now, and the ten-minute break is obviously not enough for students to hang out in the playground or outside the classroom. Most of them gather in the classroom or the corridor.

As soon as I walked into the teaching building, I heard the sound of footsteps behind me.

"Huh, Yangming, what were you doing this morning? I thought you wouldn't come this afternoon either."

A clear voice like that of a nightingale, with a certain sweetness, came from the mouth of the girl with blonde twin ponytails.

Because I just jogged over here, my face was flushed and my breathing was a little breathless. I crossed my arms and turned my head away, looking as if I didn't run over here on purpose but just happened to see you and was saying hello to you on purpose.

If a tsundere is involved, she will often say things that are not true because she cannot express her feelings accurately, causing people who lack the ability to understand her to feel that she is not familiar with them or even has hostility towards them.

But let's be honest, would a normal person really ignore such clear expressions of affection?

A girl talks to you all day long, even though she may be angry, but the fact that she comes to you every day doesn't that already speaks volumes, right?

Yang Ming Xiuyi is a normal person, so he cannot understand someone who cannot even detect something like this. Perhaps humans' innate ability to perceive emotions is flawed.

"make you worry."

"I'm not worried. I just asked you because we're all in the same club."

Ying Lili nodded. That was absolutely right. Even if a classmate you were not familiar with asked for leave, you should still show some concern for him/her when he/she came back. This was the basic principle of being a human being.

To put it bluntly, she was ashamed to let Yang Ming Xiuyi know that she really cared about him. Doing so would not only reveal that he had a considerable position in her heart, but would also reveal some strange emotions.

For example, whenever I see him, I can't help but feel happy and excited.

As a very simple girl whose emotions and feelings are actually as blank as a sheet of paper, Eriri Sawamura can no longer suppress the growth of such complex emotions.

Yang Mingxiu is a poison, a drug that women cannot resist and any cure for. All women around him will be attracted to him, even if he does nothing.

Human beings’ pursuit of beautiful things will never stop, especially for those who have life, nothing can surpass it.

"I'm sorry to have made you worry. I'll be more careful next time."

With a slight smile, he thought Sawamura Eriri's behavior was so cute and innocent to the extreme. He could never get tired of the girl's youthful and hazy affection. Looking at her blushing cheeks, he couldn't help but reach out and touch her little head.

The fingertips felt delicate and silky, like the finest silk, with a hint of her body temperature.

"Ah! You...I..."

Her brain seemed to have suddenly shut down. Although this behavior was not very intimate, like an older brother touching a younger sister's head, for her who had never had any close contact with men, it was already an extremely intimate act.

It was not until this moment that she realized that the way the heroine in the book she drew would turn out to be because of some kind of contact would really happen.

His head suddenly felt dizzy, and he fell forward, his body losing support and falling into Yang Mingxiu's arms.

It was not until the big hand that was caressing her patted her little head that she gradually sobered up from her drunken state.

Her cheek seemed to be stuck to something.

Pasted it.

Oh, it turns out that she was lying in Senior Yangming's arms. With her height, she fell forward and just stuck to his stomach.

I originally thought that his belly would have the same hard abdominal muscles as his torso, but it turned out to be quite comfortable to touch. The temperature was high and the softness was great. It might even have very good elasticity if you pressed it hard.

elasticity,,,

abdomen,,,

I stuck myself on the belly of a boy I had known for less than a week.

Use your face.

"Aaaaaaaaaa!!!"

With a scream that was beyond her limit, Eriri covered her face and quickly stepped back. She fell on her butt after taking two steps, and little Pipi fell heavily on the floor of the corridor.

Without even caring about the pain, she stumbled backwards with her legs, got up from the ground in a rather awkward manner, and then ran into the classroom.

Yang Mingxiu stood there, watching more and more classmates gathering around him, then he smiled and turned away.

That smile as warm as the sun turned into as cold as an iceberg after he turned around, forcing the students who had surrounded him to involuntarily make way for him.

“Ahhhhhhh…”

Sitting in her seat, she, the perfect young lady in school, was lying on the table, holding her head tightly, on which there was still a little warmth left by him.

As for her already red cheeks, needless to say, they had never been so hot in her life.

This situation did not end until the bell rang. The teacher looked at Eriri curiously but did not ask any further questions.

As a girl, there are always things that are inconvenient to talk about, and doing so in front of the concern of classmates becomes a kind of pressure.

. . . . . .

"I thought you weren't coming today."

"If you don't come, you won't be lonely."

As soon as Yang Ming Shuichi sat down in his seat, Kasumigaoka's somewhat turbulent heart instantly calmed down, and even the sleepiness that had disappeared for the entire morning began to return.

Only when girls feel safe enough, will they gradually let go of their anxiety and accept things calmly and steadily.

The teacher was already giving a lecture, so the two of them whispered to each other quite quietly.

"Slippery mouth, are you still going to the club tonight?"

"Go, why not go."

?618 Loneliness

"it is good."

——I won’t skip the club activities that evening.

I have already skipped the lunch break, so I will just say that I stayed up late writing the script last night so I went to bed.

It was obvious that she was not in the mood because of the man, but everyone had to save face, so Kasumigaoka Utaha made up a random excuse. After all, they were still "colleagues" working together.

Her eyelids began to feel heavy with fatigue, but with his arrival, she instantly relaxed and couldn't stop yawning. She wanted to catch up on her sleep.