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

She had persisted in writing for a long time, yet never once had a work made it to a fourth volume. Two or three volumes before being axed was a common occurrence.

But after writing for so long, she had at least accumulated some small measure of fame, enough to be considered somewhat established.

Her editor sent a message, urging her again for a new book, but her mind was a blank slate—she couldn't write a single word.

"Final ultimatum: within one week, you must show me an opening."

When Miss Yuanzi was angry, she showed no mercy whatsoever.

"Also, give some guidance to this young male writer, and be gentle about it."

Even though the pressure to write was already immense, now she had to take on other tasks as well.

She didn't pay it much mind. After her usual habit of staying up late, she churned out a pile of garbage that couldn't even pass her own standards, let alone be submitted to her editor.

Class time was naturally spent sleeping. After all, her grades were good enough that no one would care.

Her mind was full of thoughts about her new work. While playing on her phone to find inspiration, she suddenly remembered the editor's task.

"A boy... what a troublesome task. I feel like it's going to be hard to get along with."

Kasumigaoka Shi Yu had a certain "aversion to men." She found those arrogant, high-and-mighty men utterly distasteful.

For this task, she only wanted to half-heartedly muddle through.

"I'll just brush it off, say some vague, plausible-sounding techniques. If he can't accept it, then so be it."

Shiyu had no extra thoughts on the matter.

After all, in this world, if you wanted to properly marry a man and bring him home, a stable job and a generous income were the bare minimum. Beyond that, you needed four or five houses, and preferably three cars as well.

If you wanted a higher-quality man, all these conditions had to be upgraded across the board.

At the very least, he should be a company president. The higher the annual income, the better. The more money, the more popular you were with men.

Of course, these factors could be somewhat relaxed, but then there had to be advantages in other areas.

They also had certain requirements for appearance, figure, and the like.

For instance, a woman with a full figure would be called a "fat cow" by men, who found it repulsive.

Can you imagine it? In a woman-dominated world, men actually looked down on the most beautiful big breasts in existence!

Shiyu's aversion to men naturally stemmed from this as well.

Because her figure was the full-figured type—heavy breasts that swayed when she walked.

Long, shapely legs, and a plump, rounded backside.

In the eyes of men, this meant she lost many points.

There was even a boy at school who publicly declared that she was a stinking fat cow and that everyone should keep their distance.

The moment she thought of that, the anger in Shiyu's heart began to surface.

She felt there was nothing wrong with her figure. She had always been working out.

Big chest but a slender waist—she was by no means a "fat cow."

That boy named "Aki Tomoya"—she still hated him to this day.

And because of this "Little Immortal Man," she carried a prejudice against all other boys.

"Hurry up and get this task over with. Better yet, leave this guy with the worst possible impression!"

Shiyu even deliberately showed up ten minutes late.

"Hello there, Senpai Shiyu~"

Luo Zhen had finally been waiting for her. As soon as they met, he greeted her with a gentle, soft voice.

Shiyu kept a straight face. She sat down across from Luo Zhen, crossing her black-stockinged legs.

"If you want something to drink, order it yourself. I only accept going Dutch."

Shiyu crossed her arms and pointed her chin at Luo Zhen.

Don't waste time. Bringing up "going Dutch" is an instant negative score. Just put on a sour face and leave, you Little Immortal Man.

Shiyu had changed her mind now. She wasn't even willing to half-heartedly go through the motions. She wanted to just drop the task altogether.

Maybe it was the aura about him. Damn handsome guy, putting on a gentle smile now—it's probably just an act!

Who am I, Kasumigaoka Shi Yu? I've seen plenty of men like you. I won't be easily fooled.

Watch me easily tear off your mask.

Get angry. Turn around and leave now.

It's not that I don't want to teach you—it's just that you can't handle it. What a troublesome task. I shouldn't have taken it.

Shiyu kept her expression taut the entire time, even closing her eyes, refusing to look at him.

"How can that be."

Luo Zhen didn't care about such details. He was always indifferent to these things.

But Shi Yu's heart began to sneer coldly. Of course—how could the Little Immortal Man possibly accept splitting the bill?

"Since I'm the one asking a senior for advice, it's only right that I treat you. You can order whatever you want to drink, and some desserts too, if you'd like."

Luo Zhen waved his hand, signaling the server to come over quickly.

Shi Yu adjusted her expression slightly, then swept a deep glance at Luo Zhen.

Oh? This guy was putting on a good act—a formidable opponent. He wasn't even angry, and could still maintain a smile.

"Then I'll take the most expensive one."

Shi Yu continued trying to provoke him.

"Alright, then make it two portions—both drinks and desserts."

Luo Zhen placed the order immediately, while the server's face lit up with excitement. She'd talked to the handsome young man; tonight, she'd use him as material.

Shi Yu shot a glance at the server. What a pushover. Was it really necessary to get so worked up over a little smile from some kid?

The two of them chatted casually, mostly just introductions and the like. Shi Yu's attitude remained dry and indifferent throughout.

"I really like your work, Senior. I tried searching for it last night—your writing is very delicate."

Luo Zhen offered flattering words, even reciting some sentences aloud.

For a writer, hearing someone recite their own words out loud could be a little embarrassing.

"That's enough. Let's stop here."

Shi Yu shook her head. She still felt he was putting on an act.

But when she looked into Luo Zhen's eyes, her heartbeat unconsciously quickened.

The drinks and desserts had arrived. Shi Yu frowned and pulled everything in front of herself.

"?"

Luo Zhen tilted his head in confusion, slowly forming a question mark.

"I'll eat both portions."

Shi Yu said, feeling smug. Surely now, he'd be furious.

Everything she did was deliberately meant to provoke the person in front of her.

"It's fine, I'm not hungry yet. Senior, are two portions enough? If not, we can order more."

"You must have been up late finishing your draft last night—you seem a bit out of sorts, Senior."

"Have some more dessert and lighten your mood."

Luo Zhen maintained his gentle demeanor throughout.

Shi Yu's face flushed slightly. She buried her head and ate, deliberately making crude gestures.

She still wanted to lower his opinion of her and get this over with quickly.

But Luo Zhen propped his head on one hand, watching her with keen interest, while his other hand traced circles on the table.

Feeling the weight of Luo Zhen's meaningful gaze, Shi Yu's feet, wrapped in black stockings inside her leather shoes, began to sweat profusely—sticky and damp.

What was with this guy? Did he never get angry? His personality was way too good.

"Your work has ended, Senior. It's a shame it got axed—I think it could have continued."

"It was a slow-burn story. The feelings between the male and female leads were just developing, and I wanted to see them go back and forth, but then it ended."

Luo Zhen rambled on. He wanted to befriend her, and building a good relationship was important.

So he chose the novel as a topic to break the ice, hoping it would help.

He talked at length about Shi Yu's novel, and her expression gradually relaxed.

Chapter 13: If There's No Reaction, Go Further

Shi Yu had thought Luo Zhen was just making small talk, but she hadn't expected him to have actually read it.

And at this moment, his eyes sparkled with light—he truly did love those works.

Her work being recognized, with someone enthusiastically recounting the exciting parts and repeatedly emphasizing how much they liked it...

So, Luo Zhen was her fan, almost like a little fangirl. He genuinely wanted to improve his writing.

Once she realized this, Shi Yu's mind momentarily stalled.

She had thought her defenses were impenetrable, that she would never have any strange thoughts about any man.

But at this moment, her icy barrier began to melt under the boy's gaze, as hot and bright as the sun.

Her feet curled again inside her leather shoes. Shi Yu's face reddened, and she suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

"Have some of the dessert too."

Shi Yu said, pushing the plate in front of her toward him.

But as soon as she made that move, she immediately regretted it, feeling it was inappropriate.

After all, she had already eaten from it. He would definitely find it disgusting.

Unexpectedly, Luo Zhen had no reservations at all. He grabbed the spoon, scooped up a small piece, and then ate it with relish.

"The flavor is excellent. You really get what you pay for."

The young man was eating the dessert with a face full of happiness, but Shi Yu suddenly stood up.

She looked down at Luo Zhen from above, her full chest heaving as her breathing became erratic.

Was Luo Zhen completely oblivious to those details? Was he just thick-skinned?

Or... was everything he did intentional? Was he trying to seduce her?

"Senpai, is something wrong?"

Luo Zhen licked his lips, still wearing that gentle and endearing expression.

His eyes were perfectly clear, and in that instant, Shi Yu came to recognize a certain truth.

Luo Zhen was an absolute "top-tier man," the so-called "pure and alluring man."

On the surface, he looked utterly innocent, but there was always that tiny hint of detail peeking through, making people's nipples harden just looking at him.

This guy, how could he be so alluring?

Damn it, the purity was real, and the allure was real too. She wanted to pin him down and do whatever she pleased.

Shi Yu sat back down. She took a deep breath, finally managing to calm her inner turmoil.

For Luo Zhen, it was just eating a dessert, but Shi Yu had thought so much. All she could say was that writers really did have overactive imaginations.

"Ahem, let's talk about writing."

"If you want to learn, I'll teach you personally, step by step."

Shi Yu had completely forgotten her original purpose.

Sabotage the relationship? Lower his favorability? Sorry, the me from before isn't the me now.