All the Heroines are my Ex-girlfriends

Chapter 61: Eriri Riding Pose

"You, why are you at my house? You haven't answered me yet!"

Eriri angrily bit into the cookie.

It felt like she was turning the cookie into something else.

"I'm just visiting." Yukima Azuma replied matter-of-factly, then tapped on the digital drawing tablet. "The storyline is terrible!"

"Then why did you come?" Eriri looked at the digital drawing tablet with regret. "A storyline doesn't matter, as long as the art is good."

"Sayuri-obasan invited me, don't you know?"

Yukima Azuma put the digital tablet down.

He casually pulled out a few sheets of rough sketches.

Then, he imitated Eriri's drawing style to divide the storyboard panels.

"I've never heard about this!"

Eriri said angrily.

Clearly, Sayuri had decided this on her own.

It caught Eriri off guard.

But despite saying that, when she met Yukima Azuma, Eriri still felt happy.

Watching Yukima Azuma work, she curiously leaned in, sticking her head out to see the content on the rough sketch.

Yukima Azuma didn't draw the panels.

He simply drew the speech bubbles in appropriate spots and filled in the dialogue.

Eriri watched for a while, her cheeks heating up.

Even though it was just a written storyline, it was enough to make her blush and her heart race.

Especially since Yukima Azuma had a good literary background.

The power of words was even stronger.

Eriri covered her face with her hand, wanting to question Yukima Azuma about why he wrote such "terrible" things in a girl's bedroom.

But she had just drawn that "terrible" storyline in her own bedroom.

She had no right to question him.

Moreover…

She slightly opened her hand, peeking between her ring and middle fingers…

Eriri secretly looked at the progression of the storyline on the rough sketch.

Even without images, just reading through the lines, she could imagine the corresponding scenes in her mind.

Compared to the stiff storylines on her digital tablet, this was far more captivating.

"Anyway, let's do this. The rest might not need a storyline anymore."

Yukima Azuma finished arranging the completed rough sketches and handed them to Eriri.

Eriri shyly accepted them.

She was really embarrassed.

But because the storyline wasn't good, her work had been stalled for a long time.

With this storyline to support her, the next part of her work would be much easier.

Moreover, this was a storyline written by Yukima Azuma.

At this moment...

Knock knock.

The door to the room was knocked on.

Sayuri opened the door.

"You can come downstairs to eat now... Ah, am I disturbing you two?"

Although the two weren't doing anything unusual, just a moment ago, Eriri had nearly pressed her entire body against the back of Yukima Azuma in order to see the rough sketches.

Moreover, due to the content on the paper, her cheeks had turned bright red.

If it weren't for the clothes still on their bodies, it would have looked no different than doing something inappropriate for children.

Huh?

So, the situation right now... is it actually after they've "finished" already?

"Mom, why did you come in without waiting for me to answer!"

"Azuma, get out too, I need to change!"

Eriri, embarrassed, buried her face behind the rough sketch.

She hurriedly pushed Yukima Azuma and Sayuri out of the room.

....

Bang!

The room door was closed.

"Ah, Yukima-kun, did you use protection earlier?"

"Sayuri-obasan, please don't joke like that."

"Alright, alright, Yukima-kun, you seem a bit too mature already, it's not funny. How about sukiyaki for dinner?"

"Mm, I don't have a problem with that, thank you for the invitation."

Once they finished speaking, they both headed downstairs to prepare the hot pot and ingredients.

Sukiyaki was actually a traditional Japanese hot pot dish.

The main ingredient was beef.

The seasoning was Japanese sweet soy sauce.

As for the flavor, it was quite pleasant.

The only thing is, according to traditional habits, it can be hard to he accept.

Because most Japanese people, when eating sukiyaki, dip it in raw eggs.

Those are eggs without bacteria.

"Yukima-kun seems to have never liked raw food since he was little, whether it's tamagoyaki or sashimi," Sayuri commented when she saw Yukima Azuma set the raw egg aside.

"Mm, I'm a bit picky about this," he replied.

"Like the eating habits of Chinese people, most of your daily meals are Chinese food, right?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Could it be that you're actually someone who isekai over from China? That's why you're so mature!"

"Sayuri-obasan, I think you've watched too many Isekai anime."

Facing the suspicion of being a reborn, Yukima Azuma responded without changing his expression.

Sayuri's teasing had been something Yukima Azuma had often heard since he was a child.

Since Sayuri was an otaku, her imagination was quite vivid.

When he was younger, Sayuri even teased him by saying he was a biological robot who had infiltrated Japan.

Click click click.

While chatting, Eriri hurriedly ran down the stairs.

At this point, Eriri had changed into a different outfit.

Her black glasses had been replaced with contact lenses.

The sportswear had been swapped for a bright orange spaghetti-strap dress, with a white blouse underneath and a large red bow tied around her neck.

Eriri always aimed for a cute yet slightly elegant style.

And she truly looked great in this outfit.

Every time she appeared, she never failed to surprise others.

"Ara ara..."

Seeing her daughter, Sayuri couldn't help but smile warmly, gently brushing her face.

After all, her daughter had been so lazy about makeup when attending manga exhibitions.

Yet today, just because Yukima Azuma was visiting, she had completely changed her appearance.

Even wearing disposable contact lenses.

The contrast was clear.

The girl's thoughts were so obvious.

....

Everyone had gathered.

Sayuri opened the meat box.

The dry ice at the bottom, from the cracks in the bamboo, released thin wisps of white smoke.

The premium Wagyu beef, surrounded by mist, was so red and white that it made one's mouth water.

The ingredients were extremely luxurious.

But Eriri clearly seemed accustomed to these things.

Yukima Azuma glanced at Eriri, who seemed relatively indifferent.

Previously, he had thought that if he wasn't careful, being around Eriri would definitely create a lot of pressure.

This girl ate only high-end things, and her pocket money was probably more than the salary of an average worker.

Moreover, she had been raised with this lifestyle, and had become accustomed to seeing such things as normal.

Her perspective was almost completely different from that of an ordinary person.

This easily made normal boys feel intimidated and created a gap that felt like an insurmountable chasm.

Fortunately, Yukima Azuma wasn't an ordinary guy.

So, he didn't feel hurt by his self-esteem during puberty when facing situations like this.

.....

Dinner time passed very quickly.

The atmosphere at the dining table was joyful, thanks to Yukima Azuma, and both the host and the guest were satisfied.

Sayuri took the pot back toward the kitchen.

Yukima Azuma followed behind.

"Let me help wash the dishes, otherwise, I'd feel guilty just eating."

Sayuri glanced at him.

The face of this young man didn't show any sign of guilt.

Nevertheless, Sayuri really liked this trait about him.

"It's fine, Yukima-kun, go out and watch TV with Eriri. That's more important than washing the dishes."

Sayuri gestured towards the sofa in the living room, where Eriri was occasionally glancing this way.

Yukima Azuma nodded.

However, before heading back to the living room, Yukima Azuma looked around Sawamura kitchen.

There were expensive knives and cooking utensils, everything was well-equipped.

But he felt like something was missing.

"Washing dishes after every meal is such a hassle," Yukima Azuma suddenly said.

Sayuri was momentarily stunned, not quite understanding Yukima Azuma's meaning.

But she continued on:

"It is a hassle. Many people don't like cooking because they actually hate the process of cleaning up the kitchenware, not because they're uninterested in cooking."

Yukima Azuma nodded in agreement.

"If there were a machine that could automatically wash the dishes, Sayuri-obasan, would you buy it?"

"Just put the dishes in, and then take them out, all clean."

Sayuri thought for a moment after hearing that.

"Like a washing machine?"

"Exactly like a washing machine, but it would probably be even more convenient."

"For me, as long as the price isn't too expensive, I'd definitely buy it."

"Really? Thank you, Sayuri-obasan."

Yukima Azuma thanked her and left the kitchen.

Sayuri glanced at the kitchen utensils in the sink, then looked over towards Yukima Azuma in the living room.

This young man seemed to have quite a good idea.

Was he in Wall Street because of this?

Sayuri, of course, knew about Yukima Azuma going abroad.

Though curious, Sayuri clearly didn't want to invade his privacy, so she naturally didn't ask.

Otherwise, it might make her seem like she was investigating Yukima Azuma.

That could make him feel uncomfortable.

...Although, she had been doing exactly that.

But now, looking back, the reason for him going abroad seemed clearer.

...

On the sofa.

Eriri was secretly glancing into the kitchen.

She wanted to know what Yukima Azuma had been talking to her mother about.

When she saw Yukima Azuma walking out of the kitchen, she immediately sat up straight.

Her expression showed she wasn't looking at anything else.

Yukima Azuma sat down beside her.

"What are you watching?"

"Ah, just a TV show…"

Eriri wasn't actually watching TV, so she could only give a vague answer.

Yukima Azuma looked up at the TV screen.

The program currently playing was a horror show.

The name was "Super Horror," also called "True Horror."

The full name seemed to be "If They Really Exist, You're Doomed," a super scary story.

The main theme of the show featured two hosts: an old man and a young girl, who told terrifying stories and showed eerie pictures.

The old man was responsible for creating the atmosphere.

The girl was responsible for acting scared and being cute.

The stories were mostly of the quality you'd expect from third-rate horror novels.

The pictures looked like they had been photoshopped.

However, occasionally, the show would feature a horror story that became a hit.

So, the show was quite popular.

It was even broadcast during prime time in the evening.

"So, Eriri likes this kind of show, huh?" Yukima Azuma said with a slight smile.

Hearing this, Eriri finally looked at the TV.

At that moment, the show was about to show a picture.

A blurry photo of a camping trip was zoomed in on.

Through the gap in the tent, a faint ghostly face appeared.

"Ah!"

Eriri, completely unprepared, screamed in fright.

Her body curled up on the sofa, her small face looking a little pale.

Yukima Azuma, standing beside her, watched and smiled silently.

Eriri wasn't good at handling this kind of horror.

She had been like that since she was little.

The TV show had paused on the horror segment, and it was clear Eriri had completely stopped paying attention.

But despite that, seeing Eriri frightened like this was quite cute.

She was already small, and when she curled up, it made people want to protect her.

But before anyone could protect her...

"Hey? Eriri, are you okay? Don't tell me you scary?~"

"Then why were you say you still watching it~?" Yukima Azuma asked, his tone full of suspicion.

Eriri, hearing this, quickly put her hands down.

She straightened up on the sofa.

"I... I, of course, like this show! It's very interesting, not scary at all."

"It's just that you were talking to me earlier, and I wasn't paying attention, so I got scared, that's all!"

Eriri was really good at talking big.

If she didn't, she wouldn't be able to explain herself.

She definitely couldn't admit that she was actually peeking into the kitchen just now.

Although she might have adjusted her words a bit, Eriri's proud nature remained unchanged.

Her body was soft, but her words were as tough as ever.

"Is that so? Well then, let's continue watching."

Yukima Azuma smiled with an ambiguous expression.

"Go ahead and watch! Just don't get so scared that you're too afraid to go home later!"

Eriri replied in a playful tone.

And so, the program continued.

After a series of horrifying images and a commercial break, the show Super Horror reached its most important segment.

This was the storytelling part.

Today's story was about a young woman working in an office, living alone.

After working late into the night, she began to feel like someone was following her on her way home.

She ran desperately back to her house, locked the door tightly, and peered through the peephole. But there was no one outside.

Relieved, she went to turn on the lights inside.

But to her shock, neither the chandelier on the ceiling nor the desk lamp on the table would turn on.

In the midst of her panic, the refrigerator suddenly opened by itself.

In the cold, dim light, a ghostly, grayish-white figure crawled out from the inside of the fridge.

Then... aaaah!

The story unfolded like that.

Yukima Azuma, having watched all kinds of horror movies from his past life and even enjoying horror games, found this simple and somewhat clichéd horror story to be nothing special.

Naturally, he didn't react.

But Eriri...

The girl who had never really been exposed to horror stories since childhood...

Just a little darkness, and she wouldn't dare walk through narrow alleys alone.

When the story reached its middle part, she curled up next to Yukima Azuma.

"A… Azuma, if you're scared, you can hug me," Eriri said.

Yukima Azuma didn't call her out on it. He simply wrapped his arms around the girl.

From that point on, Eriri spent most of the time covering her face, only peeking at the screen through the gaps between her fingers.

In truth, it would have been better for her to cover her ears, not her eyes.

Fortunately, the program ended right after the story.

Eriri curled up in Yukima Azuma's arms, desperately seeking a sense of safety.

And then...

Click!

The sound of a photo being taken came from beside them.

Eriri jumped in surprise and quickly looked over.

To her shock, she saw her mother, holding a phone, smiling brightly as she snapped a picture.

Eriri froze for a moment.

And then, she realized the position she was in with Yukima Azuma...

It could no longer be called a "suggestive" situation.

It was a little too much.

As Kashiwagi Eri-sensei would say, this was probably the "riding position" in legend.

There was no other choice. Eriri quickly turned away, unable to look at the TV anymore.

"Mom! Delete it quickly!"

She jumped off Yukima Azuma and rushed toward Sayuri.

Sayuri, with her experience dealing with her daughter after teasing her for many years, easily avoided Eriri's attack. She pressed her hand on Eriri's head, keeping her from charging forward.

"I got a nice picture, thanks for the hospitality."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaa! Delete it now!"

The two of them played around for a while.

Time passed quickly.

Yukima Azuma looked at his watch and stood up, preparing to leave.

"Thanks again for the hospitality, but it's getting late, I should go now."

When Eriri heard Yukima Azuma was about to leave, her face showed a hint of regret.

As for Sayuri...

Sayuri touch her face with one hand, making a confused expression.

Seeing that, Yukima Azuma immediately understood, Sayuri definitely had something planned.

Sure enough.

"Yukima-kun, I was about to tell you, it's raining outside, and it's a heavy rain."

Hearing this, Yukima Azuma was surprised and hurried to the living room, heading to the balcony.

At this point, he finally heard the loud sound of rain pouring.

Eriri's villa was really too big.

In the living room, the sound of rain outside couldn't be heard at all.

Now, the rain was very heavy, and the water had begun to pool on the ground.

Yukima Azuma took out his phone to check.

As a result, even the trains had stopped running due to the heavy rain.

If he called a taxi, who knew how long he would have to wait.

The distance was about ten kilometers, which wasn't too far.

But to get home comfortably, it seemed the only option was to ask Sayuri to drive him home.

Yukima Azuma recalled Sayuri's driving skills.

...Well, forget about it.

Normally, Eriri would have a driver, but that driver probably had finished work at this late hour.

As for Yukima Azuma driving himself, it wasn't impossible.

Unfortunately, at now, he was still too young and didn't have a driver's license.

Looking back at Sayuri.

Yukima Azuma felt that Sayuri was doing this on purpose.

She had intentionally invited him to dinner tonight.

"With this heavy rain, it's dangerous to go home, Yukima-kun, why not stay here? My house has plenty of rooms."

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