While reading Zaimokuza’s novel, Shishio spent his night at Hiratsuka’s apartment.

Hiratsuka kissed his cheek, then asked, “Is that the manuscript of Zaimokuza?”

“You’re the one who tells him to go to the service club, right?” Shishio asked.

“Yeah.” Hiratsuka nodded and asked, “Why don’t you ask me why I didn’t send him to the service club?”

“Why?” Shishio asked curiously.

“It’s because I know he can’t talk well in front of beautiful girls.” Hiratsuka snorted and said, “The literature club is literally your harem palace. Do you think that guy can talk well in front of many beautiful girls?”

“…” Shishio didn’t say much and could imagine how Zaimokuza would stammer when he talked about his novel. It might also be part of Hiratsuka’s concern for him since she thought he might be jealous when other guys talked with his women.

Well, jealousy was part of human nature.

Even for him, it was impossible to erase such a feeling. However, it depended on the situation too.

Still, Shishio also didn’t want his women to talk chummily with other guys, so while he didn’t say anything, he was pleased with Hiratsuka’s concern.

Shishio knew it was unfair, especially when he had so many women around him and he could talk with other women freely. However, this was what man was. They were selfish and only wanted their woman to be for themselves.

As for unfair or not, who cares about it?

After loving someone itself was a selfish thing, right?

The feeling of wanting the person you loved for your own from now on until death.

If that isn’t selfish, then what is it?

However, even so, everyone still wanted to fall in love.

“I am going to take a bath. Are you going to join?” Hiratsuka asked.

“That’s an attractive invitation, but I am afraid if I enter with you, I believe we’ll spend at least an hour there.”

Hiratsuka laughed and asked, “Isn’t that fine? Come on!”

Shishio looked at the manuscript and Hiratsuka for a moment before he put the manuscript on the sofa and followed Hiratsuka. He must admit, he couldn’t fight back against the force majeure. The charm of the mature woman was like gravity. They just pulled him closer.

Anyway, with the time they spent in the bathroom, Hiratsuka was slightly tired and decided to take a rest before continuing later.

On the other hand, Shishio decided to read Zaimokuza’s manuscript for a while since he had promised to give it a review. Still, he must admit it was hard to read, especially when there were many strange and unnecessary words that Zaimokuza thought were cool to be put in the story.

If Shishio had to give an example, it was like a “Bloody Nightmare,” “Saturn Blast,” or “Universe Explosion.”

While Shishio must admit, those words were really cool. However, he could see how unnecessary it was, especially at the beginning of the story. Also, unexpectedly, he must admit Zaimokuza could write quite a good story.

Well, it wasn’t that good, but Zaimokuza probably could open the path of a mainstream harem story.

In 2005 the harem story wasn’t that well developed. On the other hand, a tsundere heroine was the most popular now.

Zaimokuza’s story might not be perfect, but as long as it was polished more, it should reach an “ok” level, especially when the genre of harem story wasn’t so widespread.

If possible, Shishio also thought to add an element of “Isekai” since this genre wasn’t that well-developed now. Unlike the later generation, the current trend was similar to a “shounen” manga type of genre story with a childhood and tsundere type of heroines.

It wasn’t bad, and there were even some good stories that were better than his previous lives in this world.

When Shishio thought about Zaimokuza’s story, his phone suddenly vibrated, and when he took the phone, he raised his eyebrow. He accepted the call and said with a smile, “Senpai, what’s wrong?”

“Sorry for calling you so suddenly. Are you busy now?” Yukino**a asked.

“No, it’s alright. Is there something, Senpai?” Shishio wondered why Yukino**a suddenly called him. Did she miss him? After all, usually, they went out to have dinner together. However, this time, he decided to go back immediately, so they didn’t have dinner together.

“Did you read Zaimokuza’s manuscript?” Yukino**a asked.

“I am in the middle of reading it now. Are you reading it too, Senpai?” Shishio asked.

“Yes. It’s a good thing that you’re reading it now, so can I ask what’s the meaning of “Bloody Nightmare” on page 17? Also, why did the girls lose their garments? What’s the point of getting naked in front of the hero? Why are there many “katakana” words and inexplicable kanji?”

“…Calm down. Let me explain it one by one.” Shishio was speechless, but he didn’t feel surprised since, for Yukino**a, who either read classic or fine literature, Zaimokuza’s writing was inexplicable.

Yukino**a didn’t understand the point of fan services, also why there were many strange words to name an ultimate technique and many other things.

The two talked for an hour before Yukino**a let out a tired sigh.

“You know there’s no need to force yourself to read. If this manuscript is sent to the publishing house, the editor will throw the manuscript after three pages.” It might sound exaggerated, but Shishio didn’t lie. He might have said Zaimokuza might have potential, but right now, it was just a mess. It was crappy and hard to read.

Still, everyone was like this at the beginning, and slowly they would get better.

“There’s no point in making yourself tired,” Shishio said.

“No, I’ll read it,” Yukino**a answered firmly.

However, Shishio chuckled when he heard Yukino**a’s answer. He had changed his position and sat on the veranda while watching the night sky since he was afraid someone might see him staying in Hiratsuka’s apartment.

It was night, and many people might not be able to see his face. Many people also didn’t think it was taboo for a man and a woman to stay in the same place even if they weren’t married. However, Hiratsuka was a teacher, and she still had to maintain her reputation, so it was better for him to be careful.

“Why are you laughing?” Yukino**a asked with doubt and slight annoyance.

Still, Shishio knew he needed to answer Yukino**a’s question first. “No, it’s just that I like this part of you.”

“…This part of me?”

Shishio could imagine Yukino**a was blushing and embarrassed by his sudden words. But he wasn’t going to stop, and he was going to tease her more. “Yes, this is part of you who cares about other people and wants to help them to get better. While your way of care is quite awkward, you still work hard to do it. It’s kind of cute, though.”

“…Shishio-kun, are you thinking of me like some kind of a pet or something?” Yukino**a was kind of happy but also felt annoyed too since she felt she was a child who couldn’t do anything without someone by her side.

“No, no. It’s just that I am happy,” Shishio said.

“Happy?” Yukino**a was dumbfounded.

“Yes, you start to rely on me when you have a problem. I am happy that you can depend on me.”

If it was in the past, Shishio couldn’t imagine how Yukino**a would call him and ask him for help. Instead, he could imagine how she would stubbornly read the story several times until she understood A to Z of the story until she could give good advice to Zaimokuza.

This is how Yukino**a is. She is overly serious and finishes everything to the point of perfection.

It was also the reason why someone had to be by her side since because of this, she might not be able to fall sick because of overwork.

Yukino**a also realized the change that happened to her and how she quite depended on Shishio. While she didn’t know whether it was good or not, her feelings were mixed. She was happy and also scared. She was happy whenever she talked with him, and their useless banter also gave her a smile every time.

However, she was also scared.

Yukino**a was scared that if she depended on him too much, she couldn’t escape from him.

However, one question appeared on her mind, why did she have to escape from him?

More importantly, what kind of relationship do they currently have?

Yukino**a knew she was a scumbag, and it was impossible for her to date him, not right now. Then, what about a different type of relationship?

Yukino**a thought for a moment and felt there was one name that fitted the description of their current relationship.

Friend.

While neither of them said anything, they knew they had become friends.

It might not be her first time having a friend, but it was her first time having it after her hellish life as an elementary school student.

‘If I meet him at that time…’

Yukino**a could imagine if she met Shishio in her childhood time. She could imagine how she wouldn’t have to meet the situation she had to meet in the past.

If they met in the past, Shishio would protect her and bring her to many fun places.

Well, Yukino**a could imagine she might be pulled around by him, but she didn’t hate that feeling.

This was how their relationship was. Even if their conversation might be useless and might waste her time, she felt it was fun.

It was also the reason why Yukino**a didn’t want to destroy this relationship with the selfish feeling that she was slowly born after she met him.

Yukino**a lay on her bed while watching the window in silence.

“Senpai?”

“Ah, um…” Yukino**a forgot she hadn’t hung up the call. “Sorry, I was in the middle of a thought.”

“It’s okay. By the way, have you eaten dinner yet? We didn’t go out to eat dinner like before. Do you want to eat dinner together later on Friday?”

“Okay.” Yukino**a smiled and said sternly, “But I don’t want to eat something heavy or spicy.” She had enough of eating something weird with Shishio and wanted to eat something normal.

“Okay, okay, leave it to me. Let’s go out together on Friday. See you later,” Shishio said.

“…See you later.”

“Good night. Hopefully, you can have a good dream tonight.”

“You too. Don’t stay up too late,” Yukino**a said, trying to remind Shishio.

“…I’ll try.” However, it was impossible since Shishio knew he would spend a long night with Hiratsuka.

They hung up their call, and Yukino**a didn’t put down her phone and put her phone, staring at the screen for a while.

They were friends, so there was no need to have an expectation toward that relationship, right?

Yukino**a shook her head, closed her eyes, and tried to sleep. However, she couldn’t do it, and in the end, she took Zaimokuza’s manuscript again and added more detailed reviews with crueler words.

Without a doubt, if Zaimokuza heard Yukino**a’s review, he would cry to death.