This child's energy is truly too abundant.
Yumi Suou lay weakly on the yoga mat.
"Honestly, what if Yuki comes back and sees this?"
"I'm not ready to face her yet."
Akira smiled outwardly, but inwardly, he was chuckling.
In fact, from the beginning, Yuki Suou already knew.
But because she had been influenced by those kinds of manga for many years, her acceptance level was particularly strong, and she didn't mind this aspect at all.
However, Akira did not intend to tell Yumi Suou about this.
That way, doing it would have a sense of stealth,
which could make the mind more active than under normal circumstances.
This was an effective method to enhance the character's endurance.
Just as Yumi Suou was lying in Akira's arms, enjoying their tender moment,
the sound of a door opening suddenly came from outside.
"Oh no, Yuki is back."
"It's all your fault."
Akira laughed heartily and directly carried her into the room.
The speed startled Yumi Suou.
"Akira, when did you get so powerful?"
"Just like that—whoosh."
Akira felt a bit amused. "Now is not the time to talk about these things. Quickly change your clothes; dinner is waiting for you."
He pecked Yumi Suou's cheek and went straight to the living room.
Yumi Suou stood in place, holding her yoga outfit.
This child, honestly, he doesn't tell me anything anymore.
However, looking at the body praised by Akira in the dressing mirror,
Yumi Suou's face showed a heartfelt smile.
She chose an outfit and turned to walk into the bathroom.
"Mom, I…"
Just as she reached the entrance, Yuki Suou's voice abruptly stopped because she saw Akira's shoes.
"Mom is upstairs!"
Akira walked out from the side, holding a glass of water.
"Brother."
Yuki Suou's smile instantly spread, and she cheered as she jumped onto Akira. "You finally got home before me."
Akira ruffled her ponytail. "Indeed. The weekend is the day after tomorrow, and I don't know what to do."
"Of course, the weekend is for sleeping in. It's the first weekend of school, so I'm going back to my summer vacation schedule."
As they were talking, Akira's phone buzzed.
Yuki Suou glanced at it, her face full of surprise. "The old man actually called you—he definitely has no good intentions."
"It's not just Alisa next to me. Why aren't you asking about Saeko Busujima and Kitagawa Marin?"
"Brother, you have to trust a woman's sixth sense."
"Stop with that useless talk."
"Alright. When I revealed my identity, only Alisa got jealous. The other two acted very normal."
"So, it's clear who the rival is."
Akira smiled.
The other two didn't see Yuki as a rival at all, so naturally, they wouldn't get jealous.
"Alisa! She's almost taken down."
"Which step? How far has it developed?"
Yuki Suou even threw her manga book away and leaned in close.
"Didn't you see that day? Although it happened for a reason, it still counts as having had contact."
"And it was a very significant position~!"
"Tch~!"
Yuki Suou frowned, then straddled Akira. "That's just that much. How can she compare to your dear sister?"
"See, with just a slight movement, I've already surpassed her."
Yuki Suou hugged Akira, a blush instantly rising on her face.
Hmph!
Brother will lift her off soon. While she has the chance, she'll take a few more deep breaths.
Sniff~!
Yuki Suou's knees supported her body, allowing her to move slowly up and down.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
Huh!
Why isn't Brother doing anything yet?
Yuki Suou was a little puzzled.
Normally by now, she should have been lectured.
And just as Yuki Suou was starting to wonder,
something incredible happened.
Her… two ounces.
"Mmm~!"
She turned to look at Akira, somewhat disbelievingly.
But in the next second,
her eyes widened.
Brother!
Brother, he's finally gotten it!
He, he, he… Feeling Akira's passion,
Yuki Suou was going crazy.
Mom was cooking in the kitchen, and the range hood was on.
From Yuki Suou's angle, she could just see Yumi Suou's figure.
The oil in the pan was at the right temperature, and soon, the sizzling sound of frying food began.
Mmm!
Such a feeling.
Just like a scene from a manga.
Huh!
The temperature isn't right.
It's as if—
Yuki Suou looked down, and her eyes suddenly lit up.
Indeed.
Brother is mine.
Brother is mine!
Her small knees moved forward,
allowing her to hold on even tighter.
"Brother, you're so naughty."
"You're the one who came up here."
The hem of the T-shirt occasionally revealed its splendor.
Even safety shorts couldn't fully cover the T-shirt, clearly unable to hide everything.
If it can't be covered, then simply don't cover it.
"Mmm~! Brother, there."
A new mouse that hadn't been broken in yet—
naturally, it needed to be used a lot to know if it was good or bad.
Not bad, not bad.
The size was just right, and the softness was moderate.
As for sensitivity, Akira could manually adjust it with Perception Manipulation.
At this, Yuki Suou buried her head in Akira's shoulder, unwilling to come out.
What is a surprise?
This is a fcking surprise.*
Brother, he's really good.
It's as if he already knows all her expectations.
Always appearing at the right place at the right time.
What's happening?
Is she dreaming?
Please, don't wake up now—keep going!
Akira accurately captured Yuki Suou's state.
Although things happened somewhat suddenly, Akira had no intention of letting it come to an abrupt halt.
That barrier quietly disappeared.
Yuki Suou was so moved that she knelt down.
One round.
Two rounds.
Three rounds.
"Mmm~!"
"Brother!"
"Brother!"
[Character: Yuki Suou]
[Potential: S]
[Loyalty: 95]
[Strength: 0.9]
[Agility: 1.0]
[Endurance: 1.0]
[Skill: Jack-of-all-trades]
[Evolution Charge: 1%... Charging]
[Status: Training]
Jack-of-all-trades: Can learn some teachable abilities without restrictions and quickly pass the beginner stage, but after the beginner stage, the difficulty of improvement increases by 20%.
Yuki, this guy, keeps her secrets well.
Jack-of-all-trades.
Quick entry.
Among ordinary people, this was already a genius skill.
Although there was a side effect,
if it were put into a platinum capture ball or a master ball, who knows how amazing it would be.
A treasure!
Yuki is truly a treasure.
It was just that the master ball needed to be saved for SS-rank characters.
Akira also planned to save the last platinum capture ball he had for Mei Mei, to maximize his combat power—and turn Mei Mei into one of his own.
Therefore, Yuki Suou's capture needed to be postponed.
An SS-rank potential character.
System Store.
It seemed the chain quests must be put on the agenda.
But for now, he must first properly reward Yuki.
"Hmm~!"
Yuki Suou's fingers tensed.
There was no helping it—everyone's physique was different.
And her senses seemed to be stronger than other characters.
But who was Akira?
How could an experienced Trainer let the target character feel pain?
At this moment, he didn't care about the training process.
He just maintained the current state,
allowing Yuki Suou to pass through smoothly.
"Brother…"
There were no soft whispers, only Yuki Suou's heavy breathing.
Everything gradually became harmonious and smooth with their cooperation.
Gradually,
the training progress bar began to climb.
Brother.
Brother, he's… not good.
"Hmm~!"
Yuki Suou collapsed onto the sofa.
Her head rested against the armrest.
Puff!
Hiss!
"Akira?"
"Yuki?"
"It's time for dinner, and these two kids don't know where they ran off to."
Yumi Suou placed the lavish dinner on the table and called out to them.
Akira walked downstairs, holding Yuki Suou's pajamas.
"Yuki was a bit tired earlier, so she went to take a shower first."
"This child, can't she eat dinner first before showering?"
"Akira, you eat first. I'll take the clothes to Yuki."
"Mm."
When Yumi Suou took Yuki's pajamas,
Akira casually bounced her chest,
which drew a soft complaint from Yumi Suou.
"Akira~!"
"We're so familiar, and you're still shy."
Yumi Suou didn't respond, but left Akira with a stunning view of her blushing back.
Akira's energy is truly too abundant.
How much time has passed!
Of course, Akira's energy was abundant.
His current average data panel of 140 was 140 times that of an ordinary person.
Sitting down at the dining table, Akira didn't wait for the two of them and started eating first.
After dinner, Akira returned to his room.
He turned on his top-spec computer, which he usually used for relaxation.
His fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard.
Under his terrifying typing speed, a novel of several hundred thousand words was completed in just three hours.
If it weren't for the limited edition keyboard giving out due to his terrifying speed,
he could have even continued writing.
But this was already enough.
He opened the web novel account he had pre-registered.
He edited the novel's details with the mouse.
A slice-of-life novel, Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid, was updated with hundreds of thousands of words overnight at an outrageous speed.
The website administrator directly messaged him privately, asking him to stop updating, and he finally did.
After doing all this, Akira naturally sent a message to Kitagawa Marin, telling her to go online and read the slice-of-life novel he had specially written for her.
And as he lay on the bed, scrolling through his contacts list,
the name Mei Mei naturally entered his sight.
"Hello?"
Akira initiated the chat first.