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"Is it alright?" asked Kuonji Yuju.
Although her tone of voice didn't reveal her true feelings, the way her fingers curled slightly towards her palm out of shyness betrayed her inner thoughts.
It's impossible not to care. A girl's hands and feet are very sensitive areas, and even if nothing is wrong, being stared at like that for a long time can make her feel itchy.
"The individual drawing is now complete. Please place both hands on the table."
Kuonji Yuju, unable to bear looking at herself, adopted this slightly embarrassing pose and closed her eyes.
With my current courage, I can't even endure close-ups of the entire body part.
While drawing, Mochizuki Oboro said, "Would Miss Kuonji mind taking off her shoes later? I estimate I'll finish drawing my hands in about three minutes, and the remaining fifteen minutes will be just enough."
"It's not very convenient," Kuonji Yuju replied swiftly.
"Yes, that's true. I was being presumptuous. After all... it's nothing." Mochizuki Oboro swallowed the rest of her sentence and stopped abruptly.
I was misunderstood.
This hesitant expression suggests that he wanted to talk about the smell, but refrained from doing so out of politeness.
Although most adult-oriented works contain foot-related fetishes and plots, reality is far from that rosy.
Just like boys, girls can also have an odor after excessive exercise, and this can cause problems if they don't pay attention to it over a long period of time.
In fact, quite a few girls have this problem.
It seems that Kuonji Aratama must have thought that Mochizuki Oboro considered her one of his many, which is why she refused the request for close-up shots of her body parts.
Kuonji Yuzuhan was annoyed, feeling a little embarrassed. She didn't have any problems in that area, and naturally she felt unhappy about being wrongly accused like this.
The two were strangers who had only known each other for a short time, not even close acquaintances—their relationship was that simple.
However, faced with the charm of the C-rank origin and the additional charm bonus of the C-rank, Kuonji Aratsu felt a slight sense of liking that she couldn't quite explain.
I wouldn't call it liking, but I do care about it a little.
Otherwise, it doesn't matter how much Mochizuki Oboro misunderstands her; she just needs to finish her drawing quickly and go back to her dorm.
"There's nothing special about the reason; it's just that I feel we're not familiar enough with each other yet," Kuonji Yuzu tried to explain, but it only made things worse.
"I understand." Mochizuki Oboro gave me a knowing look.
...What do you know?
"Oh~ now it's my turn to step in."
Robin, who had been listening in all along, easily grasped Kuonji Aratsumi's thoughts and decided to share her master's burdens (?).
"Shut up, Robin!"
"No. It's no big deal to clear up this little misunderstanding."
Robin nimbly flew onto Mochizuki Oboro's shoulder, risking being killed by her master, and leaned close to her ear, humanely using her wing to cover her beak, and whispered.
At this moment, Kuonji Yuzuki had already teleported directly to Mochizuki Oboro's side, grabbing Robin's fate by the throat in an attempt to stop her, but it was too late.
"The scent of milk and roses?" Mochizuki Oboro revealed a wise look: "So you refused because there was a problem?"
Taking advantage of the moment her master was stunned, Robin flapped her wings and said with her last bit of strength, "That's because Miss Yuzu uses these things every night..."
"Rest in peace, Robin."
"Gah-"
Robin's head lolled to the side, and he passed away.
"What did you hear?" Kuonji Yuju asked with a smile.
Behind the smile lies a tangible black fog.
Survival? Or honesty?
“I heard everything.” Mochizuki Oboro said calmly, “I mistakenly thought that Miss Kuonji refused because she had something difficult to say, but Robin told me the opposite.”
silence.
silence.
Kuonji Aryu mechanically sat back down in her original position and casually placed her hands on the table again.
Mochizuki Oboro wisely remained silent.
However, a damaged atmosphere is not something that can be easily repaired.
A few minutes later, after finishing drawing both hands, Mochizuki Oboro put away her notebook and prepared to leave.
"Let me see it." Kuonji Yuju suddenly called out to Mochizuki Oboro: "I want to know what the hand you drew looks like."
……
At first, it was just about looking at a painting.
The close-up of the hands is so lifelike, exquisite, and moving that even I feel shy.
As if by some strange twist of fate, Kuonji Yuju flipped through Mochizuki Oboro's paintings from before.
After his artistic talent improved, Mochizuki Oboro produced a number of works in just a few days, each of which was enough to attract the attention of Kuonji Yuju.
"Please explain this one as well. The figures and scenery are nice, but I don't understand the abstract style."
"Okay. The straight line represents the path of life, and the origin represents the branch..."
"A novel perspective."
"And this one is..."
So far, the disrupted atmosphere has gradually returned to harmony.
But Kuonji Arisa simply couldn't resist.
“There’s something I want to ask you,” she asked.
"Please speak."
“After Robin finished speaking, you kept glancing—no, you were openly staring at my boots.”
Jun, Yang Zhou lingl@iu Si 6 Qiba 28 "After all, it says it tastes like milk and rose. I'm wondering if that's strange."
"...I would rather you simply want to draw Er Yi San Wu Qi Jiu Liu Shan Zhu Zu Bu."
"Are you willing to cooperate now?" Mochizuki Oboro's eyes lit up.
"No. I don't want to." Kuonji Yuju's vision went black.
Chapter 100 Melissa: Not a Wife, But a Lover
[All romanceable characters have been unlocked]
[Kyuonji Yuju: 15%]
BB's announcements were still on time.
With her back to Ms. Kuonji, Mochizuki Oboro casually waved her hand and turned to leave.
Today is Friday, and I still have to go to work in Camelot.
……
Seven o'clock in the evening.
Today is a long-awaited family gathering for Artoria's family.
The Morgan, Artoria, and Caster sisters were naturally present. In addition, Morgan's adopted daughter, Pawanshi, and Melissa, CEO of Avalon Corporation, would also be in attendance.
A mysterious tutor says she'll make her appearance at the most interesting moment, but given her questionable taste, she'll likely cause a lot of trouble.
"Speaking of which, you probably haven't met my youngest sister yet, have you, Bavanshi?"
Morgan, sitting in the back seat of the car, looked at his daughter beside him.
“Actually, we would occasionally run into each other at school. Caster’s classroom was downstairs from mine,” said Bavanshi, who was wearing a formal dress. “But we didn’t really interact. I recognized her by her face.”
"Then let's get to know each other later. Remember to be polite." Morgan instructed, "Cast has only been in Academy City for a short time. There's a generation gap between her and me, Artoria and I. As someone her age, please take good care of her."
Since her mother had spoken, Bawanshi naturally did her best to comply: "No problem."
While driving, Meilushin yawned, looking listless.
As a Servant possessing the trait of "pure-blooded dragon," Melsin, like the Typhon sisters, is able to retain memories from dreams and also has precognitive dreams.
While Morgan and Bavanshi only felt they had a somewhat strange dream but couldn't remember the details, Melusin remembered it very clearly.
Just the night before last, Melusin had a precognitive dream. The male and female protagonists in the dream were extremely familiar to her.
Sigh... When will I meet him?
Before my eyes could wander, we arrived at the Camelot Entertainment Center.
Kai was usually the one responsible for opening the car door and guiding passengers, but today a new face was present.
The black-haired, gray-eyed boy politely opened the door and bowed, saying, "I will be in charge of receiving you from now on."
It looks familiar.
Morgan stroked her chin, carefully examining the boy's face. Bawanshi also felt a sense of familiarity and joined her mother in looking him over.
"Darling!"
“Puwa——”
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Meilushin threw herself directly into Mochizuki Oboro's arms with a muffled thud.
You can tell from the sound that it's quite forceful.
"Sorry! I got a little too excited. Is Darling alright?"
Artoria, who was standing on the seventh floor looking out, covered her face, unable to bear to look.
Artoria was very optimistic about the newcomer's potential, but she definitely couldn't promote him directly; she had to test his abilities first.
Today, we arranged for Mochizuki Oboro to be in charge of the hospitality, which was actually part of her evaluation process.
There were no problems until just now, but who would have thought that Morgan's subordinate, Melousin, would cause trouble at the entrance?
When Artoria recovered from her shock, she looked closely and discovered a somewhat absurd fact.
The CEO of Avalon Corporation seems genuinely interested in his waiters?
"Thank you for your appreciation. If you don't mind, would you like to discuss this further when you have some free time?"
Mochizuki Oboro coughed lightly and gave Meilushin a polite smile.
That blow was actually quite hard. Mochizuki Oboro felt like several of her ribs were broken... Hopefully, it was just her imagination.
Seeing this, Morgan lost interest in admiring the waiter's features and could only try his best to remain elegant as he slowly and deliberately left the car.
"Thank you for your hard work. Please take us up there."
Morgan gave Melusin a less-than-friendly look: "Be mindful of your corporate image in public."
Upon hearing this, Meilushin stood behind Morgan, but she was still restless, frequently winking at Mochizuki Oboro and twisting her fingers nimbly to make various heart shapes.
Bawanshi cannot understand.
In her mind, Melusin should be a cold beauty who is aloof, highly proactive, and doesn't bother with most people.
Why does he become a completely different person the moment he sees this waiter?
Poor Bawanshi had no idea that it wasn't just Melishin who was interested in Mochizuki Oboro, but also her mother.
“You look familiar,” Morgan asked gently. “Are you a student? What’s your name?”
"Mochizuki Oboro, second-year high school student at Finis Academy."
Mochizuki Oboro said, "Maybe we've met in a small town in some parallel world."
“How witty,” Morgan replied with a smile.
Unable to contain herself any longer, Melusin's eyes lit up: "Darling, do you remember too? How much do you remember?"
Morgan grabbed Melusin, who was trying to step forward, and said, "Working part-time here? It won't be easy to get through this."
"Yes. But the atmosphere was great, and those Knights of the Round Table were all very reliable colleagues." Mochizuki Oboro smiled. "I also really liked the role you played in 'King Arthur'."
"It was just a spur-of-the-moment thing. I didn't expect so many viewers to like it." Morgan covered her mouth and chuckled.
Bawanshi sensed something was wrong, her gaze shifting back and forth, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.