The Otherworld Card Collector

So, Lucky E, Guangliu Lingxia happened to pass by Matou Shirou who was taking Kuroda Hikaru home.

"The slippers are in the shoe cabinet on the left. Just pick the one you like."

"Good~"

Some lazy and drawn-out sounds.

When Kuroda Hikaru passed by the entrance, he looked around naturally and found that the house was very clean, obviously it was cleaned regularly.

This really surprised her.

However, when she saw that her pair of randomly placed shoes were neatly arranged and put away by Shirou Matou with an expressionless face, she felt a little ashamed.

When it comes to housework, she seems to be inferior to Matou even before the comparison begins.

Could it be that this guy Matou wants to be a househusband in the future?

Thinking of this, when Kuroda Hikaru saw the whole wall of comics in Shirou Matou's bedroom, the thought just now immediately tended to develop into a mental imprint.

Because I’m a househusband, I have plenty of time to spend in my bedroom, which is like a comic book room, reading comics to my heart’s content!

So maybe we're actually quite compatible?

Kuroda Hikaru suddenly had this thought, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Matou Shirou's talent 'Girl Collector' is showing its effect!

"Which volume do you want to read?"

It was at this time that Shirou Matou spoke, bringing Kuroda Hikaru back to reality from his thoughts.

"Volume 7."

"Give."

Upon hearing this, Shirou Matou took out the seventh volume from the second shelf of the bookcase without looking for it, and handed it to Kuroda Hikaru.

Kuroda Mitsuru didn't hesitate and just reached out to take it away.

But when he took it, she staggered.

No, Matou!

"How can I take it away if you hold it so tightly?"

"I just want to confirm again. Are you sure you can do anything as long as I show you the Giant Blade of Chicken, right, Kuroda?"

"of course."

"In that case, take the comic and get on the bed right now."

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Chapter 31: Kuroda, you seem to be the slow-burning type~

"Wow, Matou, I didn't expect you to be such a person."

Kuroda was a little surprised.

She thought Shirou Matou was cold and indifferent, but he was so explosive when he spoke, and was unexpectedly carnivorous.

So is she going to refuse?

Naturally it is negative.

She said before that she would do anything for the comics, and Shirou Matou was not asking her to do something unreasonable like die, so there was naturally no reason for her to be pretentious.

Call ~

Kuroda Hikaru walked straight to Matou Shirou's bed, then released his strength with his feet and fell on his back.

Well?

It actually smells a bit good!

Kuroda Hikaru opened his eyes in disbelief.

In a trance, she thought she smelled the scent of sunshine on Shirou Matou's bed.

So I couldn't help but take another deep breath.

"I advise you not to do this."

Matou Shirou's voice sounded from behind her head.

"There's a lot of fine fluff on the bed, or dust that accumulates when people aren't around during the day. Breathing it in is bad for your lungs."

"Matou, has anyone ever told you that you're actually quite a motherf*cker?"

"No."

"Now there is."

Kuroda Hikaru took two more puffs, his face turning slightly red with shame. Then he turned his head and stretched out his hand with a feigned expressionless face.

"Can you give me the seventh volume?"

"Give."

Shirou Matou sat on it, then bent down and fitted herself against her, and handed the seventh volume of "The Giant Blade of Chicken" to Kuroda Hikaru.

Kuroda Hikaru quickly grabbed it, as if he was worried that Matou Shirou would change his mind. He lay down and stretched his body as much as possible, but he felt a little uncomfortable being pressed by the heavy object.

She shifted restlessly.

"do not move."

Matou Shirou exerted a little force to stabilize her legs.

"You're not a motherly woman at all in this regard, Matou—well!"

The words stopped abruptly.

Kuroda Mitsuru suddenly clenched his teeth, his heart agitated, and he quickly shifted all his attention to the comic book.

She hadn't noticed it before, but now she realized that she had overestimated herself a little.

The Ruyi Jingu Bang I bought online is already an extra large size, but it is still slightly inferior to the Sword of Matou.

Although Kuroda Hikaru was still reading the comics, his little hands had already begun to unconsciously use force to turn the pages.

This made her look as if her attention was still on the comic book under the gaze of Matou Shirou.

This is undoubtedly a frustration for most men.

But Matou Shirou didn't care what Kuroda Hikaru did. Through in-depth communication, he was able to judge Kuroda Hikaru's true situation.

Oh, I quite enjoyed it.

Then it'll be fine.

Shirou Matou rested his chin on Kuroda Hikaru's shoulder, face to face with her, and spoke naturally.

“When I saw this place before, I was actually very surprised.”

"What's the surprise?"

Kuroda Hikaru didn't dare turn her head to face Matou Shirou, because she was already trying her best just to keep reading the comics.

"Look down."

Kuroda Hikaru did just that.

After she flipped through a few pages, she immediately spoke in shock.

"what?"

"Dyne and Hertorret are actually giant chickens?!"

"Hey, I thought they must be one of our own."

As she said this, her attention involuntarily shifted from the comics to Matou Shirou's face, and she spoke excitedly as if she had seen a fellow enthusiast.

"I didn't expect this to happen. I think this is a great twist. What do you think, Matou?"

"My review ends before I see the sea. Even if it's not a masterpiece, it's definitely a classic."

"Wow, you, I was just telling you what I thought about this plot, but you told me that this manga was a big deal later."

Matou, you are so bad~

But Kuroda Hikaru did not show any anger or resentment at all.

Shirou Matou denied it without blushing or breathing heavily while doing a reverse dynamic hip bridge.

"It's not like you'll have to sit at the same table with someone like that, but you have to be mentally prepared and don't expect too much."

"That way, after watching it, you'll still think it's a good film, rather than falling into disrepute."

Kuroda Hikaru nodded upon hearing this.

She found that Shirou Matou spoke very logically and rationally, and was sure that he loved comics and anime just like her.

Especially after looking around and seeing many well-preserved and carefully cared-for figures and posters, Kuroda Hikaru's psychological defenses began to gradually collapse.

I didn't know why I had a much higher tolerance for Shirou Matou than for others. Now, because of our 'similar interests', I went from being passive at the beginning to actively talking to Shirou Matou about comics.

Shirou Matou could answer almost every question she asked. If he couldn't answer, he would not act like a child and be stubborn, but honestly say that he didn't know. Kuroda Hikaru was very satisfied with this.

Gradually, Kuroda Hikaru's breathing began to become heavy.

'Oh no, what happened to me?!'

Kuroda Hikaru's face flushed red and his toes clenched tightly.

She found herself experiencing the joy of being a woman for the first time in a long time.

At this time, Shirou Matou was also rubbing his ears thoughtfully.

"Kuroda, you seem to be the slow-burning type."

This is fundamentally different from a certain nurse who likes to be pressed down while eating snacks. That guy really doesn't feel anything, and therefore doesn't feel the happiness of being a woman.

Kuroda Hikaru is like the Pillar King in Pokémon. She has the rubbish attribute of slow start. If the man's stamina is not good, then the battle will probably be over before she reaches the threshold. In this way, she will naturally feel nothing and behave like a cold star.

But for Shirou Matou, this is not a problem.

Kuroda Hikaru felt that he was being conquered by the man on top of him at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The sword of Matou seemed to have some magical power, making her unable to extricate herself and sink into joy.

My brain is almost unable to think.

I don't know when the comic book in my hand was thrown on the bed.

Next, it was Kuroda Hikaru's turn to take the initiative.

Shirou Matou lay flat on his back, looking at the ceiling, wondering when would be the best time to ask Kuroda Hikaru whether she had seen him making a deal with the bad boys in the alley that afternoon.

At the same time, in another detached villa, Akizuki Airi and Mitsuru Suzuka were also holding their own girls' tea party.

"Let me tell you, my brother has become a different person these days. He suddenly brought three girls home."

"Wow, your brother is as skinny as a stick. Isn't he afraid that he will be sent to the hospital?"

"Not my good-for-nothing brother."

"Who is that?"

Akizuki Airi frowned. She and Guangliu Lingxia only talked about their common hobbies, and indeed rarely discussed matters related to men and women.

Also, her adoptive father had been looking at her strangely these days, which was one of the reasons why she deliberately avoided topics related to men and women.