Female Supremacy Integrated Anime: I Only See You All as Friends

In a normal world, men would be into black stockings and long legs.

But this was a female-dominated world, where women called the shots, and they had their own preferences.

For example, hand-licking, fingering—those were common tags on risqué platforms.

Men fantasized about women giving them footjobs, women fantasized about men fingering them. Luo Zhen had even seen so-called best-selling black silk gloves for men online.

"I wasn't staring at your hands!"

Hitori shuddered. Damn it, she'd done something off-putting. Was Little Zhen going to hate her now?

"Wah, please don't hate me."

Like a puppy about to be abandoned, Hitori suddenly grabbed Luo Zhen's clothes.

"Onegai, if Little Zhen isn't here, watashi..."

Hitori was embarrassing herself again, and right at the school gate, no less.

Luo Zhen sighed, reached out, and rubbed her cheek. His fingers inadvertently brushed across her lips.

"How could I hate you, Ichiri? We'll be together forever, never apart."

Luo Zhen smiled. This had completely taken hold of Hitori's heart.

Poor Hitori was wrapped around his finger. She immediately lit up with joy.

She was such an easy person to read, and quite clumsy too, always thinking up strange things.

Luo Zhen planned to spend the rest of his life with her. Besides liking her, there was also the fact that he couldn't bear to leave her alone.

At that moment, a strong "maternal aura" radiated from Luo Zhen. Of course, by this world's swapped gender standards, it should probably be called "paternal aura"?

"Little Zhen, hehe, my Little Zhen."

Those words just now were practically a confession, right?

Little Ichiri started fantasizing about a bright future. She'd even thought of names for their kids.

If she couldn't find a band, she'd just give birth to one.

Haha, she'd handle guitar. Next, she just needed to give birth to a bassist, a drummer, and a keyboardist.

A family band wasn't impossible either.

In her mind, a bunch of pink-haired heads performed on stage, the audience clapped wildly, and the atmosphere was electric.

By the way, that moment when his fingers touched her lips—it felt really good.

Little Zhen's hands were fragrant and soft. She wanted to grab them, hold them tight in her mouth, lick them wildly with her tongue, and suck on them endlessly.

[Close contact with female. Physique Enhancement, skill upgrading.] [Acquired "Guitar Skill (Level 2)"]

The Golden Finger triggered again. Luo Zhen's mind gained even more advanced guitar techniques.

Watching Hitori's expression shift constantly, Luo Zhen's heart was full of mixed feelings.

She was definitely running some inner theater again. Damn it, Ichiri, what are you using that imagination for?

Luo Zhen pressed his five fingers together and chopped her on the head a few times.

Then they entered the school and started their daily classes.

During break, Luo Zhen and Hitori borrowed a guitar.

He tried to apply the guitar skills he'd gained, naturally starting to play a tune.

"Little Zhen, your guitar skill is amazing. It's like you've practiced for half a year. Have you been secretly practicing?"

Hitori's eyes went wide, full of disbelief.

"Half a year's level?"

Level 1 was just beginner. Level 2 was equivalent to half a year of practice, already enough to perform on stage.

Of course, really difficult pieces were out of the question. He'd need deeper practice, and also pay attention to getting along with bandmates.

Luo Zhen put down the guitar, then half-leaned back, sitting on Hitori's desk.

His long legs spread slightly apart, and the tips of his shoes rubbed against Hitori's shins a few times.

"Ichiri, what do you think about joining a band?"

Luo Zhen asked.

Hitori swallowed a few times, staring fixedly at the curve of Luo Zhen's legs.

His face was "unremarkable"—you'd have to stare for a long time to see his charm. It was more his aura that drew people in. But Luo Zhen's figure was absolutely top-tier.

With those legs stretched out, Hitori wanted to clamp them between hers, then grind and rub against his knees for pleasure.

Goto Hitori, you little pervert!

"You want to join a band? No, absolutely not."

"Bands are total chaos. Those girls will eat you alive."

"Treat you like a drum set, make crisp sounds out of you. Treat you like a bass, cover your mouth so you can't make a sound. Treat you like a guitar, strum you wildly."

Ichiri panicked.

"I'm a living person, how am I suddenly an instrument? And it's not that I want to join—you're the one who wants to join."

Luo Zhen couldn't hold back his laughter.

Chapter 3: A Request

Ichiri finally realized she had misunderstood.

"I'm not just scaring you. I've seen news online about a whole band doing terrible things to a male fan."

"At the end of the day, aren't bands just about smoking, drinking, and messing with men? Little Zhen, don't go having any weird fantasies about bands."

Ichiri warned Luo Zhen sternly.

"I'm asking you—don't you want to join a band?"

Luo Zhen knew Ichiri was looking out for him, so he didn't argue.

Besides, what she said made sense. Getting caught and gang-raped by a bunch of women would be agonizing.

"Someone like me... I doubt I could ever join a band."

Ichiri said weakly.

"Don't sell yourself short. I'll help you."

Luo Zhen patted her shoulder, already forming a rough plan in his mind.

It was simple: just take Little Ichiri to find Hongxia and Liang, and everything would work out.

The Bond Band had a very relaxed atmosphere, and all the members were friendly. It should be the best group for Ichiri.

That was how the story originally went, so it shouldn't be a problem.

If the Bond Band developed a bit, each member strengthened their skills, and he provided some interesting songs, they could definitely become a popular band.

After that, he had to meet with his editor to discuss the novel's cancellation. Maybe he could try reaching out to those band members?

And speaking of novels, a new idea struck him.

Could he use his Golden Finger to massively improve his writing ability?

Then he could earn more money by copying works.

The economy was sluggish, and apathy syndrome was spreading. Another economic crisis could hit anytime.

So for a comfortable future, making money was essential. Luo Zhen stayed vigilant, always feeling a sense of urgency.

When school let out in the afternoon, Luo Zhen told Ichiri to head home first. He had things to take care of.

He arranged to meet his editor, Miss Machida Sonoko, at a café.

"Cancellation is inevitable. Go home and write the final volume. It probably won't sell many copies, so just take it easy."

"After that, you can start planning your new book."

Editor Miss Machida Sonoko spoke in a businesslike tone. After finishing the official matters, she studied the young man before her with a deep gaze.

He wasn't the striking type like a rose. The boy always wore a calm expression, like a well-behaved younger brother from next door.

Miss Yuanzi, single and in her thirties, met Luo Zhen's eyes.

In that moment, her heartbeat quickened.

"If you ask me, pushing the handsome young writer angle would make your work sell easily."

Her expression was serious, but her tone was soft, afraid of turning him off.

Under the table, her long legs pressed together, unconsciously rubbing against each other.

Luo Zhen shook his head. His stance remained the same: he preferred to stay behind the scenes.

Whether copying novels or music, he wanted to keep a low profile.

The women in this world were terrifying, and he wasn't used to being stared at by so many people.

"But there is one thing I'd like to ask. Miss Yuanzi, as an editor, you must have other authors under you."

"Could you find a senior to give me some pointers?"

"If my writing improves and my technique gets better, my work should sell well."

Luo Zhen made his request, a sly glint flickering in his eyes.

If he could find a female writer and get close to her, maybe he could leech her skills for free.

But how close would he need to get?

"Men are already rare, and male writers are even rarer. Where am I supposed to find you a senior?"

"Even if there are male writers in the industry, they're hard to get along with."

"Boo hoo, a gentle boy like Little Zhen is a rare treasure."

After all, the female-to-male ratio was twenty to one, and the girls were quite repressed. Women had changed, and so had men.

Those who are favored always act with impunity.

In this world, most men are "Little Immortal Men"—and the amplified version at that.

Yet Luo Zhen always appeared gentle and tolerant, which was precisely the most intoxicating thing about him.

"Even if you're not a pretty boy, with this personality and temperament, you're bound to become a heartthrob."

"Please, just follow our plan."

"This is the fastest path."

Miss Yuanzi pleaded, unable to understand why the youth refused to take the easy road.

"Taking the long way is my shortcut. A female writer works too—introduce me to one, I don't mind."

Luo Zhen said, his voice like wind brushing past wind chimes, stirring countless ripples in one's heart.

"Fine, I'll arrange it for you."

Miss Yuanzi stared hard at Luo Zhen, keeping her expression well under control, but her heart raced—she felt she was losing her composure.

How could this youth be so sweet?

Tonight... she'd use him as her fantasy material.

"Thank you, Miss Yuanzi."

Luo Zhen extended his hand, and Miss Yuanzi shook it with barely contained excitement.

Wow, she touched a young man's hand—no washing now, she'd go home and touch herself first, properly relieve some stress.

But then again, finding a senior writer for guidance was something she had to handle carefully.

At the very least, those rich, established seniors were definitely out of the question.

Otherwise? What if Luo Zhen got swept away by a wealthy writer's financial onslaught?