Chapter 145

Given his own methods and Kuyachiyo's easily swayed and indecisive personality, wouldn't he be able to easily manipulate her for his own use, then conspire with her to target Ashiri?

They can frame someone however they want, and manipulate them however they want!

Oh no, he almost thought of the erotic area. He quickly gathered his thoughts and focused on walking through the small corridor in the room.

"Ah, elder brother? I thought it was Rumin and Miss Est." Upon seeing him, Sakurakoji Ashiri's eyes widened slightly in surprise, but she quickly understood the purpose of his visit.

"Did Miss Nanami tell you that? Are you sleeping here tonight? Kuyachiyo, go make your brother a cup of tea."

"Hi!"

Sakurakoji Talent didn't refuse; it was a rare opportunity to talk with his sister and deepen their bond, and he wasn't planning to leave anytime soon.

He sat down on the cushion next to the Small Table and looked around.

Why is it that whenever he enters a new girl's room, the first thing he subconsciously does is scan the room's furnishings...? Could this be considered a medical condition?

As a high-end apartment, Ten no Yashiro caters to upper-middle-class residents. Therefore, unlike other apartments that cater to move-in ready guests, some residents choose to contact the apartment's partner decoration companies.

Decorating the room to your liking before moving in—although this group is relatively small, and they are generally very wealthy.

For example, Yōkadō Sakuri's room is just like her hair color—the overall style is incredibly white and cold. Anyone seeing it for the first time would definitely think they've entered some kind of snowy, icy themed room.

The reason I bring this up is, of course, because my younger sister is this kind of person too.

Unlike him, who has an understanding of almost all aesthetic things, Sakurakoji Ashiri has a strong preference for Japanese style, and even now, she is wearing a black kimono embroidered with Sakura.

Perhaps influenced by someone, the kimono has taken on a gothic style, and is no longer just a purely traditional garment.

Could she have designed this dress too? Sakurakoji Talent wondered.

For this reason, the entire 65th floor is decorated in a Japanese style. In the center of the spacious living room, apart from a low wooden table and cushions scattered around it, there is nothing else.

The television and some cabinets are placed against the outer glass, behind which is a glass curtain wall that can be closed and concealed with wooden curtains.

The originally very spacious living room was transformed into a traditional Japanese-style room, with a unique layout that blends seamlessly with the surrounding environment.

Even the entrance hall he had just entered through was a classic-style sliding door made of wood and paper—he suddenly thought of Kawaragi Momoka.

Unlike her previous dilapidated, impenetrable, fake Japanese-style apartment, the door here is purely decorative. I wonder if she'll cry when she sees it.

It's hard to imagine how someone could pay for such a luxurious apartment renovation themselves—oh, it's their own property, then it's alright.

Moreover, considering that she will be spending most of the Mirai three years here, this amount of money is well spent.

Image: "Room Layout", Location: "Images/1760964575-100446961-113993639. jpg"

He picked up a classically styled Japanese teacup and took a sip of the steaming, fragrant, bright green pre-Qingming Longjing tea.

As a long-time member of the Sakurakoji Family, Yamabuki Kuyachiyo knew exactly what he liked to drink without him having to say a word.

Its fragrance lingers on the lips and tongue, with an endless aftertaste; one sip and you know it's this year's new tea. Speaking of which, this year's tea leaves could have been picked much earlier.

"What do you think of this tea?" Sakurakoji Ashiri asked with a slight smile as she watched him begin to taste it.

"Very good, is this this year's new tea?" he replied in a similarly soft voice.

Just a month or two ago, he could only drink leftover tea from last year; time has flown by to this point.

"Yes, a few days ago Ichiyo and asked if I wanted some, so I had her send some over." Sakurakoji Ashiri nodded. "Considering that my brother likes Green tea, I also prepared some and put it here."

Unlike him, she preferred Black tea —so these people have been poisoned by Western culture.

I don't understand what's so good about fermented tea. Isn't it just that Westerners used to have trouble getting Green tea due to long-distance transport, so they opted for fermented Black tea, which can be stored for a long time?

"Speaking of Ichiyo mentioned it to me too, but since I was at the mansion at the time, I had her contact Nanami to get it." While sipping his tea, Sakurakoji Talent thought to himself, then casually picked up on her words.

He looked at the Imouto who was connected to him by blood. Unlike himself, who radiated a silvery-white glow and resembled his mother, she inherited more of her father's genes. Her long, black hair, reaching her waist, was draped behind her, and like Kogisora Yukina, she had two small ponytails tied on either side.

The ancestral Reincarnation Eyes of the Okura Family, along with the two Ahoge on her forehead that match her own, are enough to prove the purity of the Okura bloodline within her.

Without cockroach hairs, you still dare to call yourself an Okura Family? (laughs)

Every time he thought of this, he couldn't help but have a vulgar thought—was she really not his father's and that aunt's bloodline?

This is so similar! No wonder Okura Rina likes her so much.

Image: "Sakurakoji Ashiri", Location: "Images/1760964612-100446961-113993639. jpg"

However, aside from her cute appearance, her personality and preferences...

"Ah~ Brother, since you were going to come no matter what, why didn't you come as my older sister today?" A moment later, Ashiri clutched her chest in anguish, "If that were the case, even if all the crows in the three thousand worlds were killed, I would still... dokidoki!"

I won't respond to your next sentence, he pretended not to see it.

"Didn't you want to talk to me? If so, is it necessary to use that identity?"

"Ugh! If I could choose, I'd definitely like my older sister more than my older brother!" Sakurakoji Ashiri gave him a "what are you talking about?" look. "If I could, I'd even be happy if my older brother never appeared again."

Guh!

Sakurakoji Talent a pang of pain in her heart and almost collapsed to her knees, clutching her chest. She wanted to retaliate, but when she thought about how she had caused all of this, she couldn't bring herself to say anything harsh to her.

"Ah~ I've long ago decided to dedicate my life to my elder sister!"

After the initial excitement, her expression became sacred.

"Although all things in the world are impermanent, just as flowing river water cannot return to its source, human life is also changed by the four aspects of the mortal world: birth, dwelling, change, and extinction."

"But no matter how the world and life change, my love and respect for my elder sister will never change!"

"For this, even if it means betraying the Buddha, falling into Mara's clutches, and becoming an enemy of all the Bodhisattvas of the three thousand worlds, I would not hesitate!"

Sakurakoji Talent slumped weakly onto the table, having given up on even his only younger sister.

It's worth mentioning that while Sakurakoji Ashiri prefers a Japanese style in her daily life, she leans more towards Buddhist culture in terms of ideology and culture, which can be seen from the rosary beads she holds in her hand.

Therefore, Buddhist terms sometimes slip out of my mouth naturally during casual conversations.

"Don't abandon your faith so easily, especially over something so trivial..."

"Young Master, I'm very worried about Miss Ashiri's future." Yamabuki Kuyachiyo, standing to the side, also frowned, concerned for her.

"It should be alright, right...?" Sakurakoji Talent forced himself to remain optimistic.

Because of his own unusual hobby, he turned his younger sister into a virgin, which is definitely not something to laugh about.

Ah! So that's how it is! The world's biggest face-obsessed person is actually in his own home... A sudden thought flashed through his mind.

"Ahem!" He quickly changed the subject, "Speaking of which, how have you been lately? Are you settling in well at school?"

That topic can no longer be brought up, otherwise the very meaning of the identity of "Sakurakoji Talent" might be erased.

"Hi! My classmates are all very friendly, and I have a lot of fun every day!" Ashiri switched back to his normal expression. "The only regret is that my older brother isn't with us."

"Well, after all, the design department has stopped enrolling male students this year," he replied casually.

"That makes sense, but even if enrollment hadn't stopped, given your design skills, it wouldn't be suitable for you to continue studying there," she analyzed rationally.

"It's a bit much to ask an older brother who's already achieved great success in the design world and whose work is recognized by everyone to learn alongside students who are just starting out."

Sakurakoji Talent pouted and nodded, wholeheartedly agreeing, "Exactly, exactly."

"However!" Ashiri changed the subject, "If it's my older sister, then there's no problem at all!"

Volume 1: The Daily Life of Attracting Bees and Butterflies: Chapter 186 I Heard You Adopted a God-Sister

"Huh?"

Sakurakoji Talent was taken aback, not knowing why the topic had suddenly shifted to this.

"If it's my older sister, I don't care which department she joins!" Ashiri said passionately, her face gradually turning into a lovesick expression.

"Ideally, you could join me in the Culinary Academy Pastry Department!"

"I guarantee it! Even there, my sister will be the most dazzling!"

"And with my sister's stunning beauty that could shake the entire Pure Land, she'll definitely attract countless girls who will spontaneously form a support club! I'll be the first president of that club!"

"Ugh, the more I think about it, the more resentful I get! Why did I enroll as the older sister, but not with us?"

Finally, she looked at her family with a sullen and resentful expression, biting her finger as she asked the question that had been weighing on her mind.

He abandoned his thought, selectively ignoring the content of her words. He first took another sip of the fragrant tea, savoring it for a moment to let the aroma fully permeate his mouth, before slowly speaking:

"Ashiri, even I wouldn't use that identity to go to school just for fun, you should know that, right?"

Hearing his tone gradually calm down, Sakurakoji Ashiri stopped joking around, sat up straight, and became serious and earnest.

"... Hi, I heard from my uncle that it's good for your condition, is that true?"

"Yes, that's it. Although the reason is hard to explain, it will definitely help. After all, you know that the Strange Illness itself is very strange."

"Have you noticed any progress? I heard you say you found a treatment, how is it going?!" When she got down to business, her tone was full of worry and urgency.

Standing there, Yamabuki Kuyachiyo perked up her ears upon hearing this topic, her doll-like face filled with worry.

She was just as concerned about the health of her beloved and her master as he was about his family.

"After my efforts over the past two months, it shouldn't get worse, and it's even weakened a bit." Sakurakoji Talent's eyes softened, and he spoke like a critically ill patient who had escaped death.

Although contracting a strange disease is unfortunate, it is also a blessing to have someone worry about you like this.

"Really?!" Ashiri and stood up, his face almost touching his forehead.

"Yes, I feel like I'm about one-fifth better now. If this continues, I should be fine within a year."

"Great!!" Ashiri jumped up, overjoyed, her cute white socks fluttering in the air.

"Kuyachiyo, did you hear that?!"

"Hey! I heard you clearly! That's wonderful, Miss Young Master!" Yamabuki Kuyachiyo wiped away her tears, her sobs barely concealed, "It really is... wonderful! Waaah~~"

"We're having a banquet!" Ashiri thought of something and paced back and forth in the room.

"I'll contact my father and mother immediately and invite all the social elites, family, and friends I know to celebrate with my elder brother!"

"The location is at the Sakura Mansion, and Uncle Iyo will also be there..."

Sakurakoji Talent, exasperated, stood up and pinned the restless girl down, "Calm down—"

"I'm not fully recovered yet, there's no need to get so worked up, is there?"

"But... but!!" Ashiri swayed his body, his shoulder being held down bobbing back and forth.

"No buts, we'll talk about everything after I'm fully recovered!" He pinched her soft lips with his hand, stopping her from continuing.

"Alright, sit back down. The tea party isn't over yet, is it?"

"And you, Kuyachiyo, stop crying. Sit down and have some snacks. Honestly, you guys seem even more agitated than I am."

After finally calming the two excited people down, he sat back down in his seat.

"Since my elder brother has said so, then I will say nothing more." Sakurakoji Ashiri Yamato Nadeshiko.

"However, there's something else that's been bothering me. May I ask?"

"What?"

"I heard from the maids at the mansion that you've taken another sister outside, brother. How did that happen?" She took a sip of Black tea and asked, squinting her eyes.

"..."

"She seems to be a cute child around my age, and... she's the one I've recognized as my older sister."

"..."

"It seems that my father and the others know about it too. They even asked me before if I knew the reason."

"..."

"Although my elder brother is excellent in many ways, some of his recent behavior has been more provocative than usual. Is he really okay?"

"..."

"If there's anything I did wrong, I..."

"That's not true!" Sakurakoji Talent stopped her from continuing, his shoulders slumping. "I have my reasons for doing all this!"

What was the reason?

"It's the same reason as before, just like when I enrolled." Red and purple eyes met and collided. "And then—it just happened like this without me even realizing it. Trust me, I'll handle it!"

"..." Ashiri was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Brother, you're really cunning. If you say that, then I won't be able to continue speaking, will I?"

"I understand, I won't ask anymore. If there's a chance, let me meet that child myself."