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Mordred threw the utility knife in his hand and looked at the pile of manuscript paper stacked there, sighing with a tone of despair: "Ah, it seems like we are going to the beach together. My [Prydwen] must also want to show its beautiful figure in front of everyone. Why do I have to stay here to help you make these dot papers!"
"Stop complaining. When I let you into my house, I made a deal with you. I agreed to let you stay at my house, but you had to help me finish the drawings. I only asked you to do mechanical work like pasting dot paper, and I did most of the work myself, okay?"
After making sure that Mordred did not have a cold, Eriri's attention returned to the line drawing. In response to Mordred's complaints, she directly retorted, and her resentment was much greater than that of Mordred himself.
"Ah! Why are the commercials and magazine serializations happening at the same time? Really, why is it you who came to stay with me instead of Mashu-chan? She could help me with more things. How can I finish all the manuscripts in two weeks with only a third-rate helper like you?"
However, how could Mordred, who had been ordered around by Eriri, just accept the other party's fire without fighting back? "It's obviously you who procrastinated and didn't draw the draft. Even if you had to review for the exam week in June, you haven't made any progress since July, right? Don't complain if you're lazy."
"With the weather at the beginning of the month, I have to go home and continue working after a day of school when I'm sweating all over? Just thinking about it makes me lose all motivation."
Ying Lili was lying on the work table, her whole body filled with the smell of salt.
"Then why don't you just hire two assistants? With your current reputation, [Kashiwagi Eri], it shouldn't be impossible for you to not be able to recruit people, right?"
After hearing Mordred's suggestion, Eriri pouted and refused, "No way."
"Are you afraid of not being able to pay the salaries? I remember that your royalties would definitely not be a problem for you to hire a professional comic assistant, right? If this situation is considered a special one, it would be ok to hire a temporary one. It's better than a complete layman like me, right?"
"It's not about money, I just want to be with Kyousuke...Ah! What are you talking about! You still have the energy to chat with me, why don't you finish pasting the dot paper!"
Eriri, who was halfway through her words, immediately straightened up and spoke to Mordred in dissatisfaction.
Mordred was frightened by Eriri's sudden attack and her hand trembled. The utility knife in her hand accidentally punctured the manuscript. She quickly glanced at Eriri and found that she didn't notice the manuscript in her hand, so she quickly smoothed the puncture with her hand and then taped it up with transparent tape. After completing this series of work, Mordred whistled softly and stuffed the manuscript in her hand at the bottom of all the manuscripts.
"Huh? Why are you in such a good mood all of a sudden?"
Eriri felt a little strange when she heard Mordred's whistle. How come this guy who had been complaining about his work suddenly became in such a good mood?
"Nothing...Nothing. I'm just happy because I completed the mission."
After Mordred stuffed the manuscript paper in her hand, she realized that the previous one was the last one to be processed. So, out of excitement about completing the work and not wanting to be caught by Eriri, she decided to get up and leave the studio quickly. "The manuscript you gave me is all ready. I'm going downstairs to find Sayuri."
"Wait. Let's get these done next."
Eriri called out to Mordred, then took out a few more manuscripts from her side and placed them on her seat. She had no intention of adopting the Lei Feng spirit of letting the other person rest while she worked.
"Why are there so many more?!"
Seeing another pile of manuscripts for her to deal with, Mordred felt sick. The delicate work of pasting dot paper was like hellish torture for her. Although the amount of these papers did not seem to be much, at her speed, she would not be able to leave the table before dinner.
"These are the original drawings I made while you were putting up the grid paper. Finish these today and you can rest."
Eriri was so busy that she completely ignored Mordred's complaints.
"Why are you so fast?"
"Shut up! Shut up! It's obviously because I'm too slow! Even that clumsy guy Kyosuke is more efficient than you! Ah! Why aren't Kyosuke and Mashu-chan here at such an important time?! If only one of them came to help me, I wouldn't be in such a mess! And these two guys are actually traveling together! Kyosuke, just wait! I'm so pissed off!"
All the pressure that Eriri had been accumulating for a long time burst out, and she angrily threw her pencil on the drawing.
"It would be best if you were caught in a typhoon at the beach and couldn't even leave your hotel room!!"
Meanwhile, at the seaside.
huh-huh-
"What a shame! Why would we encounter a typhoon when we are at the beach?"
Looking at the trees rustling in the wind outside the window, Komachi looked a little lost.
"Yeah, it's a shame. I begged Merlin for a long time to lend me that camera, and I haven't even used it yet."
Kyosuke sat on the sofa in the room, helplessly watching the raindrops hitting the glass window, not in a very good mood.
“What were you planning to shoot?”
Kyousuke answered without even thinking, "Of course it's the pretty young lady in a swimsuit on the beach."
"I thought you were going to take some photos of everyone in our club."
"Why would I ask Merlin to borrow his high-definition camera for something like that? Wouldn't it be fine to just use a normal one?"
As soon as Kyosuke finished speaking, he felt a chill on his back. When he turned around, he found that Yukino and Miura, who were wearing bathrobes, were standing at the door of the room.
"Forehead..."
"Oh, so this is how you see us..."
Xueno looked down at Kyosuke with a very "friendly" expression on her face.
"Can I explain that?"
"Sorry, no."
"Then please be gentle...Ah——!"
"You've got to suffer the consequences of your own actions." Hachiman, who was sitting on the bed playing cards with Zaimokuza, shook his head helplessly when he heard Kyosuke's crowing like a castrated rooster. "Hey, Fatty, it's your turn to play a card."
"Oh."
Because he was facing Kyosuke, Zaimokuza saw the whole process of him being tortured by Yukino. Such a horrific and bloody scene made him feel very uncomfortable, and even the hand holding the cards was shaking.
As expected, none of Lord Kyosuke's women are easy to get along with.
Seeing that even Miura joined the attack in the end, Zaimokuza could only pray silently that Kyosuke could survive the hands of the two of them.
PS: Second update
Chapter 36 Yukino: Let's Play Together
At night, in a private room of the hotel restaurant.
"Ah, there were so many people when I came here just now. Luckily we have a private room, otherwise it would be too scary to squeeze in the hall with other people."
Recalling the crowded crowd she saw in the lobby just now when she went downstairs, Komachi couldn't help but stick out her tongue and complain.
Hachiman, who was sitting next to her, explained to his sister helplessly, "There's nothing we can do. Many people who originally didn't plan to stay overnight have stayed because of the typhoon. Ah, I originally wanted to play at the beach for a while longer, but now I can only stay indoors."
"So, I was farsighted. I booked this room with the front desk when I first arrived at the hotel in the morning, otherwise we would have to squeeze in with the crowd in the lobby outside."
Kyosuke proudly spoke of his foresight, but the scratches all over his face obviously did not convince him at all, and instead made him look a little ridiculous.
"Big brother with glasses, are you still in pain?"
Komachi looked at the scars on Kyosuke's face that looked like cat whiskers, and had an urge to touch them, but she resisted.
"It's okay, just think of it as being scratched by two disobedient cats."
Kyosuke's smug expression faded a little after hearing what Komachi said, but he still tried to hold on and not show weakness in front of others, even though his image had already been destroyed when he was beaten by Yukino and Miura in turn in the afternoon.
"Haha, you're really an amazing cat. Why don't you have a vertical line where there are three horizontal lines on your forehead?"
Hachiman felt extremely happy when he saw Kyosuke being humiliated. This was the retribution for being a presentable person.
"Are you going to have me crawl into the mountains or go to South America to be with leopards?"
Kyosuke was not polite at all to this guy who was gloating over other people's misfortune.
When I first proposed to take photos of the swimsuit beauties passing by, who was the first to agree? But when I was being treated inhumanely just now, no one stood up to say a few good words for me.
As good friends who have known each other for a long time, Hachiman immediately understood the look in Kyosuke's eyes.
If I stand up to help you, I will get beaten up too, right?
Kyosuke felt that his ability to understand Hachiman's thoughts at this time was really useless, and it would be better if he didn't know. He would feel even more frustrated after knowing it. So Kyosuke turned his grief and anger into strength and could only stir the hot pot in front of him with chopsticks, not caring that he accidentally smashed the tofu in it.
The private room where the service department was located was completely Japanese style. In front of each person was a standard Japanese meal: a bowl of rice, a vegetable tempura, a plate of sea bream sashimi, and a small pot of lobster hot pot. Because the hot pot had just been lit, the food inside was not yet cooked, so while waiting for the hot pot, the few people chatted casually.
Of course there is one exception.
"So rich! Mmm... so delicious."
Yui, who lacked patience, could not resist the temptation of the delicious food in front of her, and quickly picked up a piece of sea bream and put it into her mouth.
"Hey, Yui, pay attention, no one is eating."
"What's the matter? Yumiko, you should try it too... Hmm... This tempura is delicious too. The sweetness of the vegetables and the sauce blend perfectly together. It's no exaggeration to say that it's a perfect match. Yumiko, you should eat it quickly too. Fried food won't taste good when it gets cold."
"this..."
"It's okay. We're all here to have fun. There's no need for so many rules. Let's eat."
Yukino, who was sitting at the top, noticed Miura's concerns and started eating first. After her, everyone else started eating as well.
During this time, Kyosuke said to everyone while holding his bowl, "I just asked the front desk, and they said the typhoon is expected to leave before 12 o'clock tonight. Why don't we stay one more night and go to the beach to have some fun tomorrow."
"Are you not satisfied because you didn't take photos of bikini beauties today?"
Yukino, who was drinking soup with her eyes closed, suddenly opened one eye after hearing Kyosuke's words. Her eyes were like the angry King Kong in the temple, and it seemed that as long as Kyosuke showed any sign of nodding, she would scratch him again.
Miura also looked at Kyosuke with a suspicious look, "Is this true, Kyosuke? Have you had enough of the lesson you received this afternoon?"
"That's not the case! Komachi and Yui haven't had enough fun yet, so why don't you stay here for one more day to let them have fun. Hey, Hachiman, is it okay for you guys to go back a day later?"
Kyosuke Lianmian shook his head to indicate that his proposal had nothing to do with his own selfish motives.
"It's okay to go home late, but as for the cost..."
Although the trip was a little disappointing due to the typhoon, Hachiman was satisfied with today's activities and it would be fine if he went back like this. Of course, he would not reject it if he could stay another day, after all, he had nothing to do at home during the summer vacation. But when he left, he only brought one day's budget for himself and Komachi. If he wanted to stay for another day, he might not have enough money.
Yukino saw Hachiman's dilemma and took the initiative to help her out. "As for the money, it doesn't matter. The club can afford it even for one more day. But I don't think it will be needed."
"What's wrong? Do you have plans for tomorrow?"
Kyosuke felt a little strange about what Yukino said.
"Well...something happened over there with Guang's mother."
"Then why don't I stay and lead the team."
"No, you have to come too."
Yukino was a little hesitant. She didn't seem to want to discuss this matter, but she had to say it under the current circumstances.
"Me? Could it be another event organized by the Minamoto family? Can I refuse?"
Kyosuke thought it was a traditional summer event of the Minamoto family. After all, it is not impossible for an old Japanese noble family to hold the Obon Festival in July, but even so, the timing is a bit strange. But if it is really a ancestor worship event of the Minamoto family, I always feel that I will become the first offering to the ancestor of the Minamoto family (Minamoto no Raikou).
"No... you have to participate."
Yukino stopped picking up food and handing out chopsticks and looked at Kyosuke seriously. Kyosuke thought that if he wasn't having an illusion, then his stepsister's eyes were full of pity when she looked at him. "Don't worry, it's a little different from what you thought, although part of my guess may be correct."
"Can you speak Japanese? I have no idea what you are saying."