There are so many geniuses in the anime compilation! What's wrong with me joining?

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Author: Harem desu, please feel free to read. There might be quite a few heroines, but I won't be collecting them brainlessly. Please see future developments for specifics.

Daily life content will take up a large portion, and the early stages will lean more towards slice-of-life. Non-daily life content will appear later (if at all), and it won't really affect the main plot. Again, please see future developments for specifics.

Volume 1: The Daily Life of Attracting Bees and Butterflies : Chapter 2 What is the Concept of 55 Billion Yen?

It is well known that white hair and red eyes have a special effect on the Chinese people. In his past life, he once made a vow: if he could have a head of white hair, he would be willing to have pinkeye for it.

Good news: in this life, he really has it, and he even gained a bonus to his looks.

Bad news: his mother is like this due to a special physical condition.

Although the people in this world have hair and eye colors just like characters in a picture book—every color imaginable—his mother is not like that, and it seems he shouldn't be either.

However, I don't know if it's because of the strange illness in my body, but I don't have my mother's limitations, such as not being able to stay active under strong ultraviolet light for long periods, or my eyes not being able to face bright light suddenly.

Then again, compared to this strange illness of mine, those are all quite mild.

After grooming his hair and getting dressed, he walked out of the bathroom and into the room.

Outside, the sunlight was slanting, shining into the room through the bright glass.

Sakurakoji Talent walked out of the room, went to the hall downstairs, and found Ashiri, who was busy making snacks.

"Ashiri, are you ready? It's about time to leave."

"Elder Brother? Is it already time?"

"Yeah, I think it's about time we go. After all, it takes quite a while to get to the airport."

"Understood. Kuyachiyo has already packed my luggage, so we can leave at any time."

Ashiri looked at the personal maid girl standing by her side, waiting to serve at any moment, and received her affirmative reply.

"Yes, Young Master. Young Lady Ashiri's luggage was fully prepared by me this morning."

Sakurakoji Talent nodded and looked at the villa gate: "Then let's go. Back to Japan."

Because of his parents' work, their family moved to New York a long time ago, and now it's about time to go back.

He had a vague premonition that he might find the cause of his strange illness there. He didn't know when he would collapse, so it would be great if he could find some clues before that happened.

Ashiri had also graduated and insisted on coming back with him. There was really no helping her.

Tokyo, Haneda Airport, 10:00 PM.

Following the flow of people off the plane and walking towards the exit, Sakurakoji Talent couldn't help but stretch his body.

"Ah, I'm exhausted. Long-haul flights are really not meant for humans."

After such a long journey through the air, even in first class, the accumulated fatigue was still significant.

Speaking of which, that flight attendant earlier actually dared to seduce him, saying something incomprehensible about "fair prices" and handing him a business card to contact her later.

Heh, what a pipe dream. I must file a harsh complaint later!

Even if she had designs on him, shouldn't she be the one paying him? How dare she?

"Since we sat for 14 hours, my gluteal muscles are a bit sore. Does Elder Brother want a massage too?"

Ashiri and Kuyachiyo, who were by his side, also nodded in agreement.

"No, thank you."

He politely declined and glanced at his phone.

They took off from New York at 6:00 PM, and it was now 10:00 PM the next day in Tokyo, which was about 8:00 AM in New York. It had indeed taken 14 hours.

"Tokyo in January is still quite cold at night. Do Ashiri and Kuyachiyo feel cold?"

"It's fine, we put on coats before getting off the plane. What about you, Elder Brother?"

"I'm alright too."

While talking, they passed through immigration, retrieved their luggage, and followed the signs toward the arrival hall. From afar, they could see a tall figure holding a sign that read 'Sakurakoji'.

"Is that Miss Yashiro?"

"Yes, it's her."

As they got closer, it became clear that the figure was a muscular woman wearing a maid outfit. Her tall frame was at least 1.9 meters, and her striking appearance caused people around them to glance over repeatedly.

The person holding the sign seemed unaware, and upon seeing them, her eyes lit up, and she waved the sign even more vigorously.

"Young Master! Young Lady! Over here!"

The group's faces were filled with smiles as they looked at each other and walked toward her.

"Long time no see, Ichiyo."

"Long time no see, Miss Yashiro."

"Long time no see! Young Master, Young Lady! Seeing the two of you grow up so healthily, I, Yashiro, am deeply moved!"

The person who came was Yashiro Ichiyo, the head maid of the Sakurakoji Family's Tokyo residence. After receiving notice in advance, she had come here specifically to pick them up.

"Let's leave the reminiscing for later; let's head out first."

Sakurakoji Talent issued the command, and naturally, no one objected. Ichiyo took their luggage and walked ahead with her head held high to clear the path for them.

They boarded the stretched Phantom waiting in the pickup zone. Ichiyo, doubling as the driver, took the wheel and steadily drove the three of them toward the Sakurakoji Family mansion.

The mansion was located in Aoyama, Minato Ward. After the car exited the central terminal, it quickly merged onto the highway. They sped along, and before long, they reached their destination.

"Young Master, Young Lady, we have arrived."

"It's been a while since I've been back; it feels quite nostalgic. Where is Elder Brother?"

"I feel the same."

Looking at the "Sakura Mansion," a three-story Western-style house sitting quietly before him, Talent felt a wave of emotion.

It was called Sakura Mansion because it was the residence of the Sakurakoji Family. It had originally belonged to the main branch, but when they were on the verge of bankruptcy due to poor management, his mother had purchased it from them at a price higher than the market value.

At the same time, this was also the place where he and Ashiri were born; they had spent almost their entire childhood here.

"Oh, right, Young Master, Uncle Iyo is also here today."

After moving their luggage into the mansion and Ashiri had gone to her room first, Ichiyo suddenly remembered something and added for Talent's benefit.

"Uncle Iyo is here? Right now?" Talent expressed his astonishment.

"Yes, he said he came to retrieve something he had forgotten. He should still be in the basement studio."

"Ah~ ah~ this nephew-obsessed man."

Sakurakoji Talent's crimson eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a smile that saw through everything.

He didn't believe the nonsense about forgetting something for a second. Even if it were some important document, he would have grabbed it and left; why would he wait until nearly midnight?

It was likely that he had come specifically to see him and Ashiri but was too embarrassed to say it out loud—what a tsundere!

He walked straight toward the studio. As he neared the door, he could faintly hear a magnetic male voice talking on the phone.

After waiting for a moment until it was quiet inside, Talent pushed the door open abruptly.

"Long time no see! Uncle Iyo!"

The person inside was startled. Once he saw who it was, he returned to his usual composure and responded in a calm voice.

"It's Talent. Come to think of it, you were indeed returning today."

"Mada mada~ You clearly came here specifically to welcome us. You're really not honest, Uncle."

"Hmph, I, Okura Iyo, am a busy man; how could I possibly come here specifically for such a trivial matter? I believe I told Yashima that I came because I forgot something, didn't I?"

Talent waved his hand downward, trying to expose the other's lie. Okura Iyo kept a composed expression as he offered his explanation.

"Fine, fine, let's just say that's the case."

"What do you mean 'let's just say,' when it's clearly..."

"Speaking of which, it seems you have no intention of participating in the fashion show this year, Uncle."

Talent brushed a lock of hair that had fallen in front of him and glanced sideways at the dress form and fabric, nonchalantly interrupting the other's flow.

"...After all, I've reached this age. Trying to balance the trends with my duties as the secretary for the Okura Family is a bit of a stretch."

"I see. I thought it was because you heard the news that Ashiri and I were returning to the country and were too busy preparing to slow down the progress on that side. Ah~ I was just flattering myself."

Looking at Okura Iyo, who was wearing silver-rimmed glasses and still looked handsome without a hint of aging, Talent teased.

"Heh heh heh, that was indeed you flattering yourself. In your eyes, do I look like someone who would dote on his juniors so much?"

You look exactly like that! Looking at his uncle, who had turned his gaze away and refused to look him in the eye, Talent muttered to himself.

"But the designs you drew this time are as outstanding as ever. Your father must be green with envy."

"Have you already seen them? I only finished drawing them a few hours before boarding the plane."

"That goes without saying. Your parents sent the photos to my phone the moment you left. You are truly my nephew; you are the very embodiment of talent. It was worth it for me to give you that name."

Okura Iyo looked at the excellent junior before him with a pleased expression. His life motto was "talent above all." If someone possessed talent that could move him, he would choose to forgive them even if they were rude to him.

Facing a family junior who possessed even greater talent than himself—and whose name he had personally chosen—made his heart race with excitement; it gave him more of a sense of accomplishment than doubling his wealth.

Sakurakoji Talent's expression was subtle. To be honest, the name Talent wasn't exactly stunning.

But whenever he thought about how his mother had originally wanted to name him Bishamonten, he felt filled with gratitude toward the uncle before him. Even his sister, Ashiri, had almost been named Athena by their mother, but he and his father had stopped that as well.

"But then again, since my talented nephew has finally returned to his homeland, I can't let it go without some sort of gesture."

"The Ten no Yashiro luxury apartment complex in Aoyama, which is set to be completed next month, consider it a gift for our reunion."

After his moment of pleasure, Okura Iyo pondered for a moment and dropped a bombshell.

"Eh? An apartment complex?"

"Mm. Although it's still slightly insufficient to measure your talent, you can just treat it as your private studio in Tokyo."

"Just for me alone?"

"As for Ashiri, I will send her something else later."

"By the way, what is its value?"

"It's not much. The construction cost was 55 billion yen, though the resale value would be even higher. Feel free to use it however you like."

"!!!"

55 billion yen! What kind of concept was that?

A figure sufficient to pay off someone's debt three times over was just handed to him by Okura Iyo as if it were a mere gift. One could only say, as expected of a world-class tycoon family spanning the political, economic, and business spheres—their generosity was truly extravagant!

A flush of crimson rose to the fair, snow-white face of Sakurakoji Talent. Finally, he lunged forward, his emotions erupting into a shout: "Uncle, I love you!"

"Hmph, to be so excited over such a trifle is proof that you are still not mature enough."

Yes, yes, you can say whatever you want today.

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Volume 1: The Daily Life of Attracting Bees and Butterflies : Chapter 3 Blue Hair and Golden Eyes on a Rainy Night, You Are...

A few days later.

Talent stood before the mirror, looking at himself dressed in a high-end black trench coat with a beige scarf draped over his shoulders, his hair combed meticulously. He nodded; there should be no problem going out like this.

He walked out of the room and arrived at the mansion's main hall. Just as he was about to head outside, a voice called out to him.

"Ah, Young Master, are you going out now?"

Talent turned back to look at Ichiyo, who had spoken, and gave an affirmative answer: "Yeah, I want to go for a walk today."

"Then I will go get the car immediately, please wait a moment!"

"No need, I want to stroll around by myself."

"But..."

Ichiyo's expression was hesitant. Their Young Master was perfect in every way, except for his somewhat frail health, which was no secret to those of them who had served for a long time.