Is It Wrong To Have A Harem In Daily Life?

"Why did you come to my house?"

On Sunday morning, Eriri stood at the entrance of her home, questioning Kasumigaoka Utaha who had arrived uninvited.

Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't get annoyed by her tone, but responded quite calmly,

"Naturally, I came to visit because I have business to discuss. However, Sawamura-san, is it your way of hospitality to have a guest who traveled all this way stand outside for conversation?"

After hearing this, Eriri couldn't help but grit her small canine teeth 💢, but still stepped aside and turned around to prepare slippers for her.

"Excuse me."

Kasumigaoka Utaha nodded and slowly stepped inside.

Leading Kasumigaoka Utaha to sit down in the living room, Eriri took two bottles of drinks from the refrigerator, placing one in front of Kasumigaoka Utaha.

"Dad and Mom aren't home, so you don't need to put on that good student act. Whatever your purpose is, just say it directly."

"That description doesn't quite fit me, does it? Whether at school or at home, I'm the same person wherever I am.

It's rather Sawamura-san who shows different sides of herself in different places."

Kasumigaoka Utaha spoke meaningfully.

And indeed, that was the case. At home, Eriri looked quite disheveled, with her hair scattered messily over her shoulders, wearing an old-fashioned green tracksuit, thick-framed glasses on her nose, exuding the gloomy aura of a shut-in otaku girl.

She bore no resemblance to the meticulously made-up, aloof beautiful girl image she had at school.

"Hey! Did you come here today specifically to pick a fight with me?!"

After discovering that she could never get the upper hand verbally against this woman Kasumigaoka Utaha, Eriri exploded as usual.

"No, it's just that I encountered some issues during our club's game development work and wanted to discuss them with you."

Kasumigaoka Utaha calmly ignored the defeated dog's helpless rage and opened the laptop she had brought on the table.

"Sorry, does Sawamura-san's house have wireless internet? I'd like to borrow it."

"..."

Eriri stared at Kasumigaoka Utaha angrily without responding.

"Sawamura-san?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha called out again with a playful smile on her face.

"Ah, fine, I get it! Follow me."

Eriri ultimately chose to surrender, leading Kasumigaoka Utaha to her room. She pushed aside the messy drafts scattered on the small table in the center, barely managing to clear a space for two people to work.

"The wireless signal isn't good in the living room, so whatever you need to discuss, let's do it here."

After entering the password and connecting to the network, Eriri returned the computer to Kasumigaoka Utaha, only to find that she seemed somewhat distracted, looking around her room with interest.

Following her gaze, Eriri saw her unmade bed in disarray, panties and knee-high socks randomly thrown on the floor, and dishes from a meal that hadn't been taken to the kitchen yet.

Her mood, which had just calmed down a bit, instantly flared up again in embarrassment and anger.

"Kasumigaoka Utaha! What exactly are you here for?!"

"Sorry, sorry, I really didn't mean it this time. It's just that after entering this room, I couldn't help but be somewhat surprised. I thought Sawamura-san was just a bit casual in private, but I didn't expect it to be such a completely uninhibited situation."

Kasumigaoka Utaha said sincerely, with a tone of admiration that was rare for her personality.

Perhaps thinking that such a statement would upset a certain blonde tsundere, she quickly added,

"In any case, being able to see such a genuine side of Sawamura-san feels quite honorable."

This sentence successfully made Eriri swallow back the words she was about to say, leaving her feeling extremely frustrated.

With the thought of not stooping to the level of such a nasty-natured woman, she steered the conversation back on track.

"You mentioned earlier that you came to discuss club matters. You can talk about it now."

"Yes, please wait a moment."

Kasumigaoka Utaha clicked on a text icon on her computer.

"My story progress has already passed the first major chapter, and I'm preparing to write some content for the second chapter. Though it's somewhat embarrassing to say, I'm truly stuck with writer's block.

For this reason, I'd like to see the original artwork that Sawamura-san designed for the game. Perhaps this way I can find inspiration and continue extending my creative ideas."

Hearing such words from her, Eriri was somewhat stunned.

That proud and confident Kasumigaoka Utaha was actually willing to openly show her weakness in front of her, frankly admitting that she had writer's block. Wasn't she afraid that she would constantly mock her about this in the future?

Though she really wanted to take this opportunity to pay back all the humiliation she had suffered before, considering that this was a weakness the other party had voluntarily exposed, if she stepped on it so directly, her behavior would seem too malicious, so she abandoned this plan.

After all, she wasn't a woman with a dark personality like Kasumigaoka Utaha.

"What's wrong, Sawamura-san? Your expression looks... quite surprised?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha tilted her head and interrupted Eriri, who was thinking and hadn't responded.

"No, it's nothing... wait a moment, I'll get them for you to see."

Eriri came to her senses, stood up, and went to her messy desk piled with books and stationery to start searching.

Taking her gaze off Eriri, Kasumigaoka Utaha gently pinched her calf wrapped in black stockings.

As a literary girl who wasn't good at sports, the distance she had walked to get to Eriri's house today had already exceeded her usual basic exercise amount, so feeling slightly tired was natural.

While gently massaging herself, Kasumigaoka Utaha's attention was caught by a piece of paper under the table.

Eriri was still searching for the original artwork and hadn't noticed this side. Kasumigaoka Utaha picked it up, thinking it was just a piece of white paper that had fallen on the ground, but unexpectedly, the side facing the floor had a drawing done in pencil.

It was an 18+ ryona-style doujin drawing.

A passionate scene featuring two men and one woman.

A one-way glass that could only be seen from the inside out, but not from the outside in.

A bespectacled boy holding something like a beautiful girl figurine, leaning against the outside of the glass, completely unaware, with a joyful expression on his face.

A petite girl with a flushed face was kneeling on the inside of the glass, hands pressed against the glass. A man pressed against her from behind had inserted two fingers into her slightly open mouth, drawing out a transparent thread.

Though it was just one drawing, the explicit eroticism displayed through the incredibly high-level artistic skill made Kasumigaoka Utaha's breathing somewhat rapid.

This drawing wasn't completely finished, as the face of the man behind the girl was blank and hadn't been drawn.

"I found the original artwork, they're all here... Hey! What are you doing!"

Eriri, holding the game's original artwork, turned around just in time to see Kasumigaoka Utaha with a red face, thoughtfully looking at the drawing in her hand.

She cried out in alarm while snatching the drawing from her hand.

"Sorry, I saw it on the floor of the room and instinctively picked it up."

Rather than getting angry at her somewhat rough snatching motion, Kasumigaoka Utaha gave sincere praise instead,

"But I must say, Sawamura-san truly has exceptional talent in doujin work, with superb skills that others can hardly match."

Eriri stared intently at Kasumigaoka Utaha's face, and after confirming she didn't show any strange expression, breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Then, faced with her overly direct praise, she showed a somewhat embarrassed expression.

"It's just something I drew casually..."

Eriri turned around to put the 18+ doujin drawing back in the drawer, then placed the game original artwork she had found in front of Kasumigaoka Utaha, bringing the topic back on track.

"These are all the original hand-drawn artwork I've created so far. Most are background scenes I made earlier. As for character design drawings, since they were rejected by Tomoya before, I only have a few temporarily."

"I understand."

Kasumigaoka Utaha carefully picked up those original drawings, flipping through them one by one with gentle movements, her expression focused, no longer showing the shy expression she had when looking at the 18+ drawing earlier.

Watching the quiet Kasumigaoka Utaha, Eriri felt somewhat constrained for some reason. That feeling was like the complex mood of being in the faculty office watching a teacher grade your homework.

She felt annoyed at herself for having such feelings.

Wasn't this voluntarily placing herself in a lower position psychologically?

Realizing this, Eriri stopped focusing her attention on Kasumigaoka Utaha. Remembering that she seemed not to have eaten anything from morning until now, she went to the kitchen, took out bread she had stored in the refrigerator, and after simply filling her stomach, returned to the room to see that her original drafts had been neatly arranged on the table, and Kasumigaoka Utaha was typing fluently on the computer screen.

Did she find inspiration...

As a creator, Eriri deeply understood how precious such a state was, so she entered the room very quietly.

"You don't need to be so careful. I've already jotted down the general ideas. I'll go back and slowly fill them out and refine them later."

Kasumigaoka Utaha let out a long breath.

"Is that so? Then congratulations indeed."

Seeing her say this, Eriri stopped deliberately suppressing her movements.

"Not at all. It's all thanks to Sawamura-san's original artwork giving me inspiration. Otherwise, having just had my first draft rejected by Tomoya recently, I wouldn't have been able to think of the subsequent development of the new plot so quickly."

Kasumigaoka Utaha brushed her mischievous black hair that had fallen by her neck back over her shoulder, responding in a good mood.

Faced with such a response from her, Eriri was momentarily at a loss, not knowing how to deal with this completely different side of Kasumigaoka Utaha compared to usual.

You know, in the occasions where the two of them appeared together in the past, quarreling and bickering were mostly the norm, and definitely not the peaceful coexistence like now.

In such confusion, Eriri suddenly thought of something.

"Why do you know my home address?"

"Tomoya told me."

Kasumigaoka Utaha answered, closing her laptop.

"By the way, he's currently with Kato-san, saying it's necessary research activities for considering plot settings."

Eriri raised an eyebrow, was silent for a while, then responded with a simple word in an indifferent tone,

"Oh."

"Oh?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha carefully looked at Eriri's expression, not missing any subtle changes on her face.

"Isn't Sawamura-san angry?"

"Why should I be angry? You said it was research."

Eriri turned her head away and responded with a cold tone.

"But Tomoya only called Kato-san, didn't notify you and me. If I hadn't happened to call today to ask for your home address, I wouldn't even have known they went out together again this weekend."

"Are you angry, Kasumigaoka?"

Eriri asked back.

"More or less. This feeling of being left out is very unpleasant. It feels like being the party that was deliberately kept in the dark."

"It really is like that... If it were before, I probably would have been very angry too..."

"Before?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha obviously caught the key point in her words.

"What are you trying to express, Sawamura-san?"

"Think whatever you want. Anyway, in the future, I probably won't perform those mutually argumentative, comedy-effect-maximizing ridiculous scenes with you in front of Tomoya anymore."

Eriri picked up her original drafts, went to the desk, clipped them properly with clips, and put them in the drawer.

"If you want to see my original artwork in the future, you can contact me directly through LINE. I'll send you the digital versions directly. This way you won't have to waste time and effort traveling back and forth."

Kasumigaoka Utaha gently stroked her computer and couldn't help but smile.

"Thank you for your concern, Sawamura-san, but there are always some things that, if you don't confirm them properly with your own eyes in person, you can never truly understand."

Eriri turned her head, her gaze falling on Kasumigaoka Utaha's face, as if trying to discern the true thoughts hidden in her heart from those downcast wine-red pupils.

"You're acting strange today."

Eriri made this judgment.

"It's your imagination, Sawamura-san. I'm the same as always."

Kasumigaoka Utaha shook her head in denial.

"What you just said about things you can't understand without seeing with your own eyes - what was that referring to?"

"The original artwork that Sawamura-san conceived, what else could it be?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha raised her head to meet Eriri's gaze.

"Only by seeing the hand-drawn original artwork with my own eyes can I truly see into the creator's heart and resonate with the emotions they poured into it."

"You resonated with me?"

Eriri's expression was somewhat strange.

"No."

Kasumigaoka Utaha shook her head again.

"I resonated with your drawings."

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