The Paradise of Reincarnation Begins with Eriri

dong dong dong.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Huh?"

Rio Futaba blinked and instinctively got up to open the door.

The door opened.

Looking at the boy outside the door, Rio Futaba was somewhat puzzled:

"...Did you leave something behind?"

Nothing was left behind.

Kiyono Makoto shook his head and stepped into the entryway:

"I was just thinking that if we weren't going to meet tomorrow, it would be better to see each other one more time today."

Futaba Rio: "..."

To knock on the door for such a reason, what an idiot!

While internally complaining, Rio Futaba's lips involuntarily curved upwards, forming a gentle smile.

"Now that you've finished seeing everyone, hurry back."

"There's one more thing..."

Seeing the expressionless, poker-faced girl, Kiyono Makoto simply took half a step forward, picked up Futaba, and lifted her high in the air:

Forget about lifting it high.

Futaba Rio: "..."

After bullying Futaba, Kiyono Makoto finally took his leave, satisfied.

Not long after I got on the tram, my phone suddenly vibrated.

Looking down, I saw a message from Kasumigaoka Utaha:

"Junior, I'm starving to death."

Kiyono Makoto slightly twitched the corner of his mouth:

"It's already 8:20 PM, and you still haven't had dinner, senior?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha: "That heartless chef abandoned me to go and have fun with other girls, and now he's asking me innocently why I haven't eaten yet. He truly is the best at shirking responsibility, you scumbag."

Hey, don't slander me. He's neither your personal chef nor is he having affairs with anyone else!

Seino Makoto silently pressed his brow:

"I'm on my way back, about ten minutes from home... What would you like to eat, senior? I'll bring you some food."

Kasumigaoka Utaha: "...Eel rice."

Makoto Kiyono: "Received."

Kasumigaoka Utaha: "I've finished my snacks, now I'll have two more boxes of matcha-flavored Pocky sticks."

Kiyono Makoto: "There shouldn't be any more, right?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha: "One last serving of rice mixed with scumbag's tears."

I'm sorry, there's no such strange dish in the world.

Twenty minutes later.

Makoto Kiyono appeared at his senior's doorstep.

Having received prior notice, I didn't ring the doorbell; instead, I used the spare key to open the door.

After changing into slippers, Kiyono Makoto carried his things upstairs to the second floor.

Da da da.

The crisp click of a mechanical keyboard drifted through the crack in the door.

Kiyono Makoto raised his hand and knocked on the door. Soon, his senior's lazy and pleasant voice came from inside the room:

"Come in."

"Excuse me."

When Kiyono Makoto entered the room, he saw Kasumigaoka Utaha sitting at her computer desk, wearing pajamas, her wine-red eyes filled with excitement as she typed away on the keyboard—probably what's called a creator's frenzy.

"Senior, wait a moment, finish your eel rice before you write it."

Kiyono Makoto walked over to his senior and put down the eel rice he was holding.

"Stop?"

"How could it possibly stop?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't turn her head, her breathing slightly rapid, clearly entering a state of excitement:

"You should know how painful it is to forcibly interrupt something that's gushing out, right, junior?"

Makoto Kiyono: "......"

No, what kind of vulgar language are you spouting?!

I don't understand, I absolutely don't understand!

The cooing of a little pigeon suddenly rang out in the room.

Without a doubt, it was the senior's stomach that was rumbling.

If it were Shoko, she would definitely be blushing bright red right now, covering her stomach with her hands, too ashamed to look at anyone. But the senior student didn't care at all, continuing to type away on the keyboard, giving instructions:

"Junior, matcha cookie sticks! Feed me quickly!"

Kiyono Makoto sighed helplessly, sat down on the chair next to him, opened the cookie stick box, took out a matcha cookie stick, and handed it to his senior.

Click, click.

Kasumigaoka Utaha tilted her head and quickly gnawed at the biscuit stick with her pearly teeth, as if she were chewing on a wooden hamster. She finished the biscuit stick in just a few seconds.

"Not enough, not nearly enough..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha stuck out her pink tongue and licked the crumbs of a cookie stick from the corner of her lips:

"Keep going, junior. I didn't tell you to stop, so keep going without stopping!"

"..."

Chapter 174 The Saint on the Back of the Bicycle

"...Do not stop without my order."

Hearing his senior's instructions, Kiyono Makoto sighed, took out another biscuit stick, and held it to his senior's lips.

Click, click.

The senior student transformed into a hamster girl and continued to perform her amazing skill of devouring a cookie stick in three seconds.

Crackle, crackle.

The mechanical keyboard emitted a mournful groan, unable to bear the strain.

The two sounds intertwined, occasionally punctuated by the senior student's excited panting and sweet humming, before finally fading into silence with a satisfied sigh.

"...That was truly a thrilling battle."

Kasumigaoka Utaha saved the document, stood up, raised her fists above her head, and stretched comfortably.

The senior was wearing a two-piece pajama set. As she stretched, the hem of the pajama set naturally rode up, revealing a glimpse of her fair and slender waist, with the lines of her abs faintly visible, and a cute belly button that looked like a vertical line.

The gaze continues upwards.

The pajamas were stretched taut, creating an exceptionally striking silhouette.

From her neck to her chest, and from her chest to her waist, her figure is simply perfect.

Kiyono Makoto did not look away, openly appreciating the beautiful scenery:

"Calling it a battle is a bit of an exaggeration, isn't it?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha raised her right hand, her slender fingers tucking a strand of hair that had fallen across her chest behind her ear, and tilted her head to look at her:

"A creator's life is a battle with the words they write and the characters in their books. For someone like me who has only ever written a diary, it's impossible to understand this feeling."

Kiyono Makoto said expressionlessly:

"All I know is that eel rice doesn't taste good when it's cold."

"Tsk~"

Kasumigaoka Utaha clicked her tongue softly, picked up the bento box beside her, then spun around in her chair, crossing her left leg over her right. Her black pantyhose shimmered with a delicate, soft sheen under the light.

"Considering that you were in danger today, I was originally planning to comfort you with my feet."

Hey, what does it mean to comfort someone with your feet?

A back massage can be comforting.

Or perhaps...

You should explain the specific methods!

Kasumigaoka Utaha's eyes flickered, and she looked over with a half-smile:

"It's a pity, it's gone now."

"How could it just disappear?"

"Of course, it's because my junior has already had his fill of sneaking around." Kasumigaoka Utaha smiled, her eyes narrowing, and spoke the heart-wrenching words in a gentle tone, "You're covered in the scent of other women. My junior is probably already in a state of enlightenment and doesn't need my comforting at all, right?"

He neither became a great sage nor did he eat his fill, so don't overthink it!

Kiyono Makoto only silently complained in his heart, wisely keeping it to himself.

The senior student was undoubtedly jealous, and reasoning with a jealous girl is obviously pointless.

Staying here would only mean being played for a fool, so...

Goodbye, senior.

Kiyono Makoto turned and left.

"I'm going back to take a bath and cultivate myself."

"..."

Just as she turned around, someone grabbed the hem of her clothes.

"Don't go, stay and have dinner with me."

Kasumigaoka Utaha raised her chin, gesturing to the chair next to her, her voice languid:

"There's a book signing event by a famous author this weekend, and my junior is coming with me."

Makoto Kiyono sat down in the chair:

"Isn't it a signing event with my senior?"

"Hmm, the eel rice is delicious." Kasumigaoka Utaha took a bite of the eel rice and gave a satisfied review. "We haven't discussed publishing the new book yet, and the book signing will have to wait a while."

Qingye Cheng said puzzledly:

"If it's not a signing event with my senior, why are you asking me to go?"

"Hmm~"

Kasumigaoka Utaha raised her right foot, her jade-like foot encased in black stockings resting on Kiyono Makoto's thigh. She tilted her head slightly, closed one eye, and looked over, calmly and elegantly uttering her sharp tongue:

"It seems my junior has indeed entered a state of enlightenment. Even if a zombie came and opened his head, it would be filled with disappointment, wouldn't it?"

Smiling while elegantly delivering sarcastic remarks, this senior student truly lives up to her reputation as a cunning and wicked woman.

"...I'm going to lose it."

With a blank expression, Kiyono Makoto resolutely decided to retaliate against his senior's mockery.

*Smack*