Chapter 181

Although Sakurakoji Talent have been limited and he's been irritable since childhood, he doesn't seem to mind what clothes he wears.

It is human nature to pause and linger upon seeing beautiful things, even for someone suffering from illness.

Having lost interest in most stimuli, he surprisingly still retains a primal appreciation for beauty and music.

In addition, his family is a wealthy family in the clothing industry, and the clothes they provide for him are all top-notch in terms of both design and fabric.

For ordinary people, simply wearing it would be an unparalleled pleasure. He is not an ordinary person, but he is also attracted by beautiful things.

With his incredibly cute appearance, not to mention others, even he himself often finds himself unable to move in front of the mirror.

Therefore, he doesn't mind when others change his clothes, which is why he's willing to spend more energy on designing and making clothes than in other areas.

As for why he didn't give up cross-dressing later, it was simply because he didn't want to give up half of the aesthetic appeal, and it had nothing to do with gender preference.

Similar to him was an acquaintance of his who, in pursuit of pure beauty, dressed in women's clothing every day to serve as a maid to the Swiss. Although he hadn't had surgery yet, he had no interest in the opposite sex.

The reason he chose to wear women's clothing was simply because that style better suited his inner aesthetic sensibilities.

To that person, he was the most beautiful creature in the world when he was dressed as a woman—before they met.

Unlike him, Sakurakoji Talent treats all talents equally, regardless of their appearance.

Perhaps for this reason, although the France man named Sasha Baquet-Janecan was good-looking and had good taste in clothing, he was still far inferior to him.

How can someone who has abandoned half the world possibly defeat themselves who embraces the whole world?

To get back to the point, in the world of artists, their existence is actually quite good; at least they're not gay or LGBT, right?

A simple change of clothes is completely insignificant.

"No, I've maintained this arrangement based on my own will; it's merely guidance at most," Sakurakoji Talent shook his head in rebuttal.

"Wouldn't that be even worse?" Okura Rumin coldly.

"Oh, I thought Rumin-jie wouldn't care about that." He rested his head on the back of his hand and retorted with a faint smile.

"It's just a slight change in appearance based on personal preference, everything else is fine, right?"

"There's no law that forbids this—meaning my actions are completely legal and compliant."

"You, Rule Supremacy, shouldn't have given me any reasoning."

"That is..." Okura Rumin suddenly stammered, hesitating and unsure how to continue.

Indeed, from a rule-and-law perspective, she had no reason to object. And public opinion was simply not a concern for her.

If she complies with the rules, even if she accepts everyone's condemnation, it won't bother her. The public's scrutiny, which is hard for the masses to bear, has no effect on her.

Sakurakoji Talent observed her helpless expression; it was no easy feat to persuade her to back down.

"So, I said!" After hesitating for a moment, Okura Rumin turned her head away in despair, her expression one of shame and indignation, "This is a problem of my emotions!"

"I don't like seeing Talent-kun like that, is that not allowed?!"

Unlike Ogura Asahi Sakurakoji Ashiri, who is a fanatical fan of Ogura Asahi and even doesn't want her brother anymore, she seems to be the opposite, even more unwilling to see his attitude.

Kawaii ~!

He simply cast a warm glance at her Shy expression, which was even rarer than a week of consecutive sunny days.

"Of course, everyone has their own preferences, and we should respect each other's."

Okura Rumin puffed out her cheeks like a little squirrel, glaring at him defiantly. "Your Talent-kun these days is definitely much more eloquent than before!"

That's because you were always given the choice before.

He ignored her horrified expression, picked up the slightly cooled tea, and took another sip.

"Ignoring my sister's arrogance is utterly unforgivable! Verdict: Hug Punishment ~"

Her expression softened instantly, her eyes brimming with warmth and tenderness. She opened her Hands, a smile playing on her lips, and said, "Come here~"

"... Can't I just not go?" After a two-second silence, he turned his gaze to the side.

His worst fears came true.

"No~ no~" she refused with a slight smile.

"Ugh!" His face contorted in agony, a look of utter struggle on his lips.

After a while, realizing he couldn't persuade her otherwise, he could only give up and stand up, taking small steps toward her.

Okura Rumin lifted and secured the back of her chair, waiting for him to walk up to her.

Chapter 230 - I don't know what to start with, so I'll leave it at that.

With just that one gesture, he understood what she was about to do, and a look of reluctance appeared on his face.

Why? Why is this happening?

Why do some people in the world, despite being quite old, prefer to act like younger sisters, while others, despite being younger, prefer to act like older sisters?

Ah~ Is this the helplessness and fate of all the younger brothers in the world (in name only)?

He slightly closed his eyes, his moon-like skin turning slightly towards the red moon, instantly reversing the situation that had just been in control.

Finally, he walked up to her, and with a heavy heart, abandoned all sense of propriety and stepped forward—sitting in her lap.

Okura Rumin leaned back in her chair, using the chair's support to pull him completely into her arms. Her bright, beautiful eyes behind her red-rimmed glasses narrowed happily, and all the unhappiness and worry on her face vanished.

Feeling his unique fragrance, the delicate and comfortable texture of his clothes, skin, and hair, as well as his heavy male weight and the warmth transmitted through his clothes... she couldn't help but rub her face against him intimately, her smile incredibly relaxed.

"Although I was still a little upset until now, looking at it this way, Talent-kun really is a boy."

"I guess you mean I'm heavy, right?" He glanced sideways, trying to look behind him.

"Hmm," she didn't deny it, giving a soft hum, "Well, among boys, it's probably considered normal, I guess. Generally speaking, I wouldn't think he's fat."

"What is that? This vague, indecisive feeling."

"It just means it's very comfortable to hold," she said, leaning forward from behind to get as close to his ear as possible. "I really want to hold you like a pillow forever."

"What about the original cushion?"

"If Talent-kun agrees, then let's just throw it away."

"It might get angry if it hears this, and it might even condemn your fickleness in its dreams tonight."

"Well, there's nothing I can do about it. I just prefer Talent-kun," she said, pressing her face against his back, savoring the firm yet gentle touch, and humming softly.

"How am I feeling, sister? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Should I loosen my grip a little?"

"No, it feels great."

Whether it's the supple and bouncy muscle fibers of a young girl, more flexible than the finest sofa, or the feminine symbol behind her that embodies the beauty of the world;

Or perhaps it's the faint, warm breath emanating from beneath her shoulder, and the unique, calming scent—a blend of her virginal fragrance and the sophisticated aroma of cosmetics—that I inhale lightly through my nose...

All of this made it impossible for him to give any other answer against his conscience—though he was a little shy.

"That's good~ Hehe~" She turned her cheek again with satisfaction, giving him a slightly electric, tingling sensation.

"So many years have passed, and Talent-kun is still so strong and reliable. It makes people want to rely on you."

"Some people are easily swayed and go with the flow, while others are so stubborn that they won't turn back even if the world ends. I must belong to the latter?"

"I love Talent-kun the most, he's exactly the same as before..."

"I like Rumin-jie so much more now, she's grown so much in every way compared to before!"

"Hehe~ You're different from me."

"Of course... By the way, how long will this continue?"

Being constantly on edge made his body stiff, and that state must have been tiring.

If he could completely relax and peacefully enjoy her comforting words, that would be fine, but it's precisely because he can't that he's like this.

"Five more minutes..." Okura Rumin's murmured voice came from behind.

"All right."

He had no other choice anyway.

After estimating that more than five minutes had passed,

Five minutes are up?

"Then in five minutes..."

"..."

Are you a kid who gets woken up by your parents?!

After an unknown amount of time, his despairing eyes finally saw a glimmer of hope.

"Alright, Talent-kun Energy replenishment is complete!"

This time, he heard a vibrant, energetic girl's voice.

"What is Talent-kun Energy? I'm lacking it myself... Hmm!"

He was careful with his strength, not pressing down on her, and slowly got up, feeling a tingling sensation as electric currents coursed through his body.

"Mmm~" Rumin sat on the armchair, stretched out her arms and straightened her body, moving her body which had been still for a long time, and then held onto the armrest to get up.

"Ooh~!"

Even Sakurakoji Talent was somewhat numb, let alone her. Naturally, in her haste to get up, she fell onto the purple carpet on the floor.

Sakurakoji Talent was still getting used to his body and didn't turn around, nor was he able to grab her immediately.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch..."

"Are you alright?" He looked helplessly at her, who had fallen to the ground, and had reason to suspect that she might have done it on purpose.

I was careful not to hurt you, but you still hurt yourself.

He reached out his arm to her, intending to help her up.

"Hmm, it hurts a little, but it should be fine." She frowned slightly, looking aggrieved, and noticed him bending down to pull her arm. A mischievous glint suddenly flashed in her eyes.

"Thank you, hey!" She grabbed his hand and pulled him back forcefully!

"Wow!"

Caught completely off Sakurakoji Talent was instantly pulled forward and fell to the ground with her, just as she had wished.

However, because it was a sudden idea and an emergency, she didn't seem to realize that if he fell from his angle, he would end up facing her.

"Eh--Eh?!"

She only had time to open her eyes and scream before she fell to the ground again, this time even closer than before.

Sakurakoji Talent, quick-witted and agile, used one hand to support her body and the other to cushion the back of her head, catching her just before she hit the ground and preventing a concussion.

"It's dangerous, Rumin-jie!" For the first time, his calm voice held a hint of sternness as he looked down at her beautiful face with a lecturing gaze.

"I'm sorry."

Realizing her rashness, she frankly apologized, her eyes glancing shyly to the side, her delicate face, tinged with embarrassment, was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Ha... Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?" He sighed helplessly and asked with concern.

"Hmm... I feel fine." She shook her head and answered obediently.

"Really? That's good."

The air was silent.

The two stared at each other for a while, locked in a stalemate, with him showing no sign of giving way.

"Um... Talent-kun, can you get up now?" Her face was tickled by his clean, hanging hair, and she asked Kokoro.

"No~ok~"

His pomegranate-colored eyes and exceptionally handsome face revealed a mischievous, wicked expression that she knew all too well, startling her and causing her to hastily avert her gaze.

Why?

He lowered himself further, held her Hands and intertwined his fingers with hers, almost lying on top of her, their bodies closely connected.