What's Wrong with Adding Me When There Are So Many Geniuses in Omni-Anime?

"No, no, that's not it! I was worried that I might have done something wrong and made you angry, Young Master! That's why I looked for someone else!"

"I see..." He lifted his head from beside her face, looking at the large expanse of her collarbone and neck revealed by her tilted head. "Ahem, you're overthinking it. Actually, you do very well most of the time."

He continued seriously, "Like I said, we only hired her because we needed to, don't overthink it."

"Don't ask for the specific reasons; I have my own logic."

"Is that so? Then I'll trust you, Young Master..." Aoyama Nanami blushed and patted his chest reassuringly.

"But!"

Just as she breathed a sigh of relief, Sakurakoji Talent, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, interrupted and added, "It's also true that you disrespected your master, and you even exposed so many of your own mistakes."

"Ah..." Aoyama Nanami's body trembled, and his expression changed drastically as he recalled his self-destruction.

"So, after making so many mistakes, don't you think you should accept some punishment?" He smirked Little Devil, meeting her gaze with a teasing look.

"Well... um..." She nodded slightly, somewhat uneasily.

Although her instinct, as a human being, made her want to avoid punishment, her earnest nature led her to choose to bravely admit and face it.

"Very good, it seems you understand." He admired her earnestness and integrity, and also found it endearing.

"Yes! I understand, Young Master!" She resolutely met his gaze. "That was all my mistake, so whether it's deducting my salary or increasing training time, I will... Wow!!"

Before she could finish speaking, Sakurakoji Talent lowered his head and took her earlobe into his mouth. Her body temperature, which had been burning hot, dropped slightly, but quickly broke through the previous temperature limit again in a very short time!

"Young... Master!!"

Unable to struggle, Aoyama Nanami instinctively hugged him, her whole body completely losing strength. If it weren't for his hand still supporting her waist, she might have collapsed to the ground.

She let out a variety of soft sounds, and after a full minute, he finally let her go, allowing her to sit on the ground against the wall, just like last time.

"This is your punishment. Remember not to do it again next time." After giving this warning, he walked towards the walk-in closet next door.

After turning his back to her, he pursed his lips, wiping back the small amount of liquid that had leaked out. It seemed to taste even better than last time; was it because he'd been getting enough nutrition lately?

Aoyama Nanami watched him leave, unable to focus, his sermons echoing in her ears.

But... why do I have this nagging urge to repeat the same mistake?

She continued to Shy clutch her rapidly beating heart, her legs curled up in her arms, her exposed skin outside her Maid Outfit looking as if it had been painted.

Half an hour later,

Sakurakoji Talent appeared at the door of the room on the 64th floor and rang the doorbell.

Just now, he received a message from the manager informing him that someone had returned. Of course, this was something he had requested beforehand.

He sensed that she seemed to be in a bad mood, so he decided to come and sound her out.

Not long after, the door slowly opened, revealing the owner of the room, a bespectacled woman in a business suit—none other than Okura Rumin, whom they had bumped into that afternoon.

Floors 66 and 65 were his and Ashiri's residences, so naturally, floor 64 was given to her, who was closest to them.

Normally, he should be staying on the same floor as Ashiri, since there are plenty of rooms available.

But he preferred quiet and freedom to saving that little bit of income, and it was also better for his privacy, so he chose to live separately from her.

"Oh, Talent... well, why is it women's clothing?"

Just moments before, she had been filled with surprise and delight, but after seeing his full appearance, all emotion vanished from her eyes, replaced by a cold, indifferent stare.

He turned his eyes away from her, avoiding her gaze. "... because I'm afraid something bad might happen later."

After adjusting Aoyama Nanami, he went to the dressing room to change his form and has been waiting for her ever since.

The reason he changed his clothes was to avoid anything that might make him uncomfortable.

Okura Rumin smiled faintly, her beautiful eyes narrowing, her features gradually turning dangerous. "Oh dear, will something bad happen if you come to my place?"

"If that's the case, then Talent-san —no, Miss Ogura— shouldn't you just not come?"

"So he really is angry?" Sakurakoji Talent looked back with a worried expression.

"Absolutely not! I should be smiling right now, not looking angry, right?" She maintained a cold smile that was even more terrifying than anger.

"If Miss Ogura thinks I'm angry, you should have some idea why I'm angry, right? After all, you said 'as expected,' right?"

"Huh~ But that's strange! Today should be the first time I've met Miss O-Kura, right? Why would you think that?"

He blinked silently.

"That's settled then. If there's nothing else, I'll close up shop. See you next time, Miss Ko-Kura--!"

She gave him a cold look and emphasized her voice as if afraid he wouldn't understand, then the door slammed shut with a loud thud—quite heavy for her.

He stood in front of the door for 30 seconds, then let out a deep breath and walked upstairs in despair.

Although he tried to struggle, it seemed to be of no use.

Seven or eight minutes later,

The doorbell rang again on the 64th floor, and this time the door opened even faster than before, practically instantly.

Inside the door was still Okura Rumin, dressed in the same outfit as before; outside the door was still Sakurakoji Talent, only now she had changed her clothes, this time in men's attire.

"Ah~ Talent-kun, what brings you here so late?" As if nothing had happened, Okura Rumin greeted him with a sweet smile that was completely different from before.

"..."

So quickly they changed it to "Talent-kun"? My sister is really something...

He subtly observed the stunning beauty before him, his eyes revealing a complex mix of emotions.

That's right. The reason he thought she might be angry was because she addressed him as "Talent-san" instead of "Talent-kun" in front of others.

She had only used the nickname "Talent-san" for a few days a few months ago, when he had just returned to Japan and the two were reunited after a long separation.

And you opened the door so fast, you weren't just standing behind the door waiting for me, were you? Huh?

The more he thought about it, the more doubtful and dangerous his expression became.

"What's wrong?" Okura Rumin seemed oblivious.

"... No, it's nothing." He turned his gaze away. There was no point in thinking about it now; he couldn't do anything about her anyway.

"I heard from Ichiyo you've returned from work, Rumin-jie, so I came to see you."

"Yes, I just got back from the company. Come in too." She stepped aside and went in first.

Sakurakoji Talent sighed softly and entered the room she had visited several times before. She skillfully and decisively changed into her indoor shoes, and he followed her into the living room.

"Would you like some tea?" Okura Rumin asked as she walked into the kitchen.

"Hmm, this is troublesome."

"Understood."

While waiting, he sat on the white sofa in the middle and idly glanced around the familiar living room.

In the slightly sloping, curved living room, the outermost layer is a curtain wall made of several glass walls, with white sofas arranged along the curve, below which is a round rug in cool blue-purple tones, and below that, a floor made entirely of wood.

On either side of the sofa are openwork industrial-style tables with decorative vases on them, and in front of them is a minimalist glass coffee table.

Inside the living room, there was an expensive grand Piano that most people couldn't imagine—it was her practice equipment in the apartment.

For Japan Japanese people, this is an item that would require decades of working without eating or drinking to afford; to her, it's no different from a throw pillow on her bedside table.

Further inside, there are two bookshelves against another wall, one floor-standing and the other hanging.

Although the overall decoration value of this living room is a level that most people could not reach even after a lifetime of work, it is actually very simple for her status.

Based on his recent experience, everyone's room style is closely related to the personality and preferences of its owner.

This minimalist and somewhat austere living room perfectly reflects Okura Rumin's unassuming, earnest, and quiet personality—as well as her solitary life with few friends!

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

While he was lost in thought, she brewed some tea and brought it over.

Chapter 229 Neutral Lawful, and Penal Judgments

After placing the tea tray on the coffee table, she didn't sit on the sofa like him, but instead leaned back in the office chair on the other side of the room.

"..." Taking in her movements, he picked up his teacup, blew on it, and took a small sip.

The tea soup has a rich aroma, so you don't even need to use any other ingredients; just by smelling it, you can tell it's the best tea.

"So, what brings you here today?" Okura Rumin got straight to the point.

"Like I said before, I was just worried you might be angry, so I came to check on you." He gently put down his teacup.

"Hmm~ Did I look angry before?" Her large, amethyst-like eyes glanced sideways upwards, her red lips slightly pursed, trying to get away with it by being cute.

"What do you mean by similar or not? You even deliberately called me by the wrong name..." He stared at her intently, not intending to let her get away with it so easily.

If he doesn't come tonight, she might get so angry that she won't speak to him for a while afterward.

"That was..." She refocused her gaze on his face, looked at him for a moment, and then looked away again. "Well, we probably had a little argument back then. I apologize to you."

"Are you having a tiff?"

"Well, how should I put it—seeing so many cute girls gathered around Talent-kun without my knowledge made me inexplicably a little angry." She puffed out her cheeks slightly, staring at him with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Even I, the older sister, haven't made any friends of the opposite sex yet, and my brother has suddenly grown up so much. He's so arrogant!"

"The verdict! The punishment of flogging!"

"That must be the former president's (great-grandfather's) fault, right? If he hadn't been so overprotective, Rumin-jie wouldn't be without a single friend until now. It's not like I'm a shut-in." He objected to her unreasonable ruling.

"And just because my brother made a few more friends, he was punished with whipping... I think the sentence is too harsh, Your Honor."

"We urge you to rescind your order and conduct a new trial."

Similar to Ashiri, who is fond of Buddhist culture and often mixes Buddhist terms into her speech, Rumin is serious and rule-abiding, so she attaches great importance to existing rules and is very disgusted by behaviors that break the routine or fail to follow the rules.

While she wouldn't stoop to the extreme of rigidly adhering to rules and turning her surroundings into a lifeless, fishless pond, she was certainly much kinder to those who could follow the rules than to those who couldn't.

If judged by her stance, she is undoubtedly Neutral Lawful.

One example of this is that she not only thoroughly read the legal texts, but also loved to make judgments in conversations with those around her.

It is worth noting that she not only thoroughly studied Japan legal texts, but was also familiar with the legal history of many ancient countries.

Despite this, she had no intention of entering the legal profession. She studied the rules thoroughly simply to ensure that she followed them herself before demanding them of others.

Seriously, are there no normal people among his family members?

It's true that it's cute.

"Hmph~ How dare you talk back to the judge, that's an even bigger crime."

Okura Rumin leaned back in her leather executive chair, Hands crossed over her chest, reclining the backrest, a faint look of disdain on her face.

She only adopts this relaxed posture when she is in his presence or when she is alone.

In other situations, even when facing her parents and Sakurakoji Ashiri, she would act like a strict and disciplined young lady, never lowering her standards for herself.

"And she even dressed up as a woman to meet me alone before! Didn't I already tell you that if you insist on showing yourself like that, you should just arrange for gender reassignment surgery!"

"I'm a very open-minded older sister. Although I can't accept it emotionally, I won't stop you, nor will I look down on you because of it."

"I think your current ambiguous stance is a form of deception, both to yourself and to others."

"--No, even without cross-dressing, you look more like a girl than I do, don't you? When we met again last time, I almost thought I was having a memory lapse. Could it be that Talent-kun is actually a girl?"

"Compared to your androgynous appearance when you were a child and a few years ago, your current bewitching look sometimes scares me a little."

"In other words, your very existence is a deception! Verdict: Physical Castration Punishment!"

She extended her flawless, white index finger, pointing it in his direction, and slowly and deliberately accused him of his misdeeds.

"Why are the punishments getting harsher?" he sighed helplessly. "And it's not my fault I look like this, is it? Why should I be the one being criticized like this?"

"If it were just a natural appearance, I wouldn't have anything to say." She glanced at him while leaning back, "But you still prefer women's clothing, don't you?"

"I originally thought you just couldn't tell the difference between the two because you were too young, but it seems that your elders liked to dress you up since you were little, which caused some abnormalities in you."

When boys were little, they were often teased by their elders for being too cute and forced to wear girls' clothes... I bet most of us experienced that when we were kids, right?