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The King of Tokyo Freeloaders [127]
🕑 Added 2025-11-03 13:27:14 +0000 UTC"Heh…"
Kuroba Akira laughed cheerfully.
Suddenly, he felt an urge to say something chuunibyou-like, such as: "If you want it, you can have it! Take it! Everything I have is right here!"
In any case, this was an entirely beneficial deal for Akira.
Shiroi Shiori certainly had the potential to become a renowned professional author—in fact, she might even end up as a literary legend remembered by history.
Akira’s original plan was to befriend and cultivate as many geniuses as possible. Although Shiroi Shiori lacked raw writing talent, her burning passion for creation and powerful memory alone were more than enough for Akira to consider her another future "meal ticket."
"Great! Then I accept!"
Akira snapped his fingers, striking a dramatic pose with a V-sign near his chin as he continued:
"We’ll sort out the exact royalties once you get published for real. But rest assured, I’ll only take what’s fair."
"Mm. Pleasure working with you, Akira-kun."
Not that I was ever worried about that anyway… Shiori silently added.
Shiroi Shiori had never considered earning lots of money from writing novels.
Her parents had told her clearly: they'd set aside enough money to ensure she'd live comfortably her whole life. She was grateful for their support, which allowed her to focus solely on what she truly loved.
Thanks to growing up in such an affluent household with open-minded parents, she could throw herself wholeheartedly into writing without any distractions.
Akira stood up and stretched lazily, then glanced at his phone—it was already 8:30.
They had mostly spent their time reading each other’s manuscripts. Had it only been Shiori’s naked dogeza, he could've left much earlier.
Still, this trip was definitely worth it. Not only did he get an eyeful of her body, he’d also repaired his relationship with Shiori, and even secured another promising meal ticket for the future.
"Then I’ll head out for today. Your parents should be coming home soon, right? It’d be awkward if we ran into each other."
"Mm, I'll see you out."
Shiori nodded. She certainly didn't want her parents catching her bringing a boy home. If her gossip-loving mother found out, she'd relentlessly tease her—and probably insist on cooking celebratory sekihan (red bean rice).
But, it’s only seeing me naked… That’s not a big deal, right…?
Okay, fine, it’s still incredibly embarrassing!
In ancient times, being seen naked would mean her chastity was ruined, and she’d be forced to marry him… but this wasn’t that kind of era anymore!
Besides, Akira had said close friends sometimes drew each other naked, so… she was safe!
Shiori desperately rationalized her embarrassing behavior in her mind, trying to justify herself.
"Oh, right—Shiori, could you lend me some money? I don't have enough for the subway."
"Huh… So that’s why you made me buy two tickets earlier. Are you really that short on cash, Akira-kun?"
Akira spread his hands helplessly, feigning pitifulness:
"I don’t have much choice. I’m staying at someone else’s place right now. I have no allowance at all."
Staying at someone else’s place…
So that’s how it was. No wonder he was so eager to make money from writing—his family’s circumstances must be tough.
He’s not like me at all… He’s really struggling, huh?
In that instant, Shiori’s mind flashed to those famous authors who persevered through hardship, causing her admiration for him to soar even higher.
The greedy image she'd originally held of him suddenly transformed into one of ambition and perseverance. Shiori’s respect for Akira deepened once again, convinced he truly was an amazing man.
Moved by emotion, Shiori opened her wallet and handed Akira a 1,000-yen bill.
"Take this money for the subway, Akira-kun. You don't have to pay it back. I was the one who forcibly dragged you home, after all."
Akira awkwardly scratched his head, pretending embarrassment:
"This is way too much… A few coins are enough for the subway. No need for a whole thousand yen bill."
Akira knew coins were extremely common in Nihon; just buying a drink from a vending machine would spit out a handful. Practically everyone carried a coin pouch filled with loose change.
There was no way Shiori didn't have coins.
Of course, Shiori had deliberately handed him a bill.
"Consider the rest as my thanks. You read my manuscript today, pointed out my shortcomings, and even allowed me to help polish your novel… Frankly, even this much feels too little."
"Oh-ho…"
"And I was the one who kept you here until now, making you miss dinner. So, use the rest of the money to buy a bento."
Akira was inwardly ecstatic. Today, he’d admired her naked body, picked apart her manuscript, secured her as a ghostwriter, negotiated future royalty shares, and now was even receiving cash…
It was one good thing after another!
Earlier, he'd thought Shiroi Shiori was a cold-hearted, prickly girl who'd be difficult to get along with. But now… she was practically an angel handing out free gifts!
All a misunderstanding! Everything before was a misunderstanding!
Shiori, we've always been good friends!
"Hehe, then I’ll graciously accept. See you at Literature Club tomorrow."
"Mm, see you tomorrow."
Akira waved the bill cheerfully, said his goodbyes, and prepared to leave the room.
Just as Akira was about to step outside, Shiori’s eyes traced his footsteps toward something on the floor.
Taking a closer look—it was actually the panties she'd taken off earlier!
How did I even forget to put my underwear back on… Was it because I got too absorbed talking with him? No wonder it felt so breezy beneath my skirt…
Did that mean she'd been talking to him completely commando this entire time?
Ugh…!
Instantly, Shiori’s shame meter was ready to explode once again.
But after a careful second thought, Akira had already seen everything anyway… so not wearing underwear underneath didn’t seem like such a big deal anymore… right?
After experiencing the overwhelming embarrassment of a fully naked dogeza, her sense of shame had already been thoroughly shattered.
Then, suddenly, Shiori recalled the first time she'd met Akira at the Literature Club room. She’d been so furious she'd thrown her indoor slippers right at his face.
Not only had he caught it—he’d even sniffed it…
Fine…! If that’s what you like…!
A twisted desire for revenge rose up within her heart. Walking forward to pick up the panties, she suddenly called out to Akira sharply:
"Akira-kun! Turn around!"
"Hm?"
The instant he turned his head, Shiori balled up the pure-white panties she'd worn all day and threw them at him, hitting him squarely in the face.
Caught completely off guard, Akira pulled the panties hanging off his nose and looked at them, a bewildered expression on his face.
"Uh… Shiori, you…"
"They’re yours now! Take them as proof of your victory—and as evidence I’ve fulfilled the wager!"
"…"
Getting panties as a prize for winning… Is this an eroge scenario…?
Counting the pair he'd previously gotten from Class Rep, this was now the second fresh, authentic pair of JK panties Kuroba Akira had acquired.
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