What's Wrong with Adding Me to So Many Omni-Anime Geniuses?!

"You said you came to see me, so you've already seen me... It's already late, why don't you go home first?"

He offered his difficult advice.

"Hey~ But I've only been here a short time~"

Ouka Mai arched her eyebrows and stared at him pitifully.

"Sweetie~ I have something important to do tomorrow morning, so I don't have much time tonight. I might have to leave after I take a shower... Sorry."

Even if it was him—no, he originally had a conscience! It was just that this wicked fate forced him to become like this!

He would feel guilty about making his "girlfriend," who had traveled 10,000 kilometers to see him, leave immediately.

But there's no way around it; the matter tomorrow morning can't be postponed.

"Oh, I see. That's such a shame..."

She rarely showed such an adorable pouty and sulky expression.

Chapter 383 The Bathroom and I Was Afraid He Would Misunderstand

"..."

Sigh... He sighed inwardly, then slumped onto the sofa, remaining silent.

Ouka Mai smiled knowingly, and pounced as if summoned—the golden retriever pounced on its prey!

Mwah mwah mwah!

Mama mama mama!

"That's about enough!"

Three minutes later, Sakurakoji Talent, wiping his mouth and face with his sleeve, pushed her aside with disdain.

Difficult woman!

"Hmm~"

Ouka Mai raised her eyes and eyebrows, looking as if she still wanted more.

"What 'hmm'?! Quickly send someone to pick you up and take you back!"

Sakurakoji Talent said irritably.

He stood up, grabbed her arm, and pushed her toward the door amidst her soft cry.

"Ah~ I understand! I understand! I can walk by myself, right?"

She patted her clothes, smiled calmly, and gave a gentlemanly bow. "LebWohl, Geliebter~ (Goodbye, dear)"

He coldly watched her theatrics, pursing his moist lips. "Gehen Sie Langsam, Ich BegleiteSie Nicht. (Goodbye)"

Then he went to his room, intending to grab a change of clothes and take a shower.

Completely unconcerned—perhaps a little concerned about his reaction—she still waved casually and walked towards the entrance.

First came the rustling sound of shoes being changed, and then, as he grabbed his clothes and left the room, the dull thud of the door closing reached his ears.

As if the raging fire had receded, the spacious floor returned to its tranquil state, like a deep valley or secluded pool, with the faint sound of the wind whistling from above.

After a few seconds of feeling awkward, he quickly got used to it and walked into the bathroom without changing his expression.

He turned on the instant hot water tap to fill the jacuzzi, and while waiting, he checked his phone and replied to messages one by one.

Buzz—that's a lie, there was actually no sound at all, just a new message appearing on the screen.

To avoid interfering with his and others' normal activities, his phone's message notification sounds are, by convention, completely silent; he only receives messages without sending them.

The message was sent by Ouka Mai, and it showed a photo of her getting into her family's extended limousine.

So fast?

He was slightly surprised, but didn't think much of it, assuming the other person had been waiting in the Parking Lot downstairs.

After replying with an "OK" emoji, he continued chatting with the others.

After swiftly and skillfully employing multiple techniques—"understanding the topic, offering suggestions, and casually finding a reason to end the conversation"—he put his phone aside, played music, and began brushing his teeth and washing his face. Then, he applied a layer of "dirty" face mask to his already flawless skin.

After his several rounds of manipulation, the bathroom, which was originally filled with a faint Aromatherapy, now had the aroma of several cosmetics mixed together to create a complex scent.

"Yesterday, today, tomorrow, tomorrow, Mirai, future, forever, yesterday has become today, tomorrow, the Mirai, and the Mirai."

"The bravery of the world (gather the courage from all over the world and move forward)"

"Hand hand, side by side"

"いつもステキにGirls Girls (always the best GirlsGirls)"

"..."

While humming along to PPP's "Kira Kira Dato ka Yume Dato ka ~SingGirls~" on the music app, he took off his clothes, turned off the faucet on the bathtub, and lay down comfortably inside.

"Phew~"

After a long day of being toyed with by women, to be able to enjoy a bubble bath more than 200 meters in the air... oh right! I forgot to add bath salts!

After the splashing sound, he added some shiny "additives" to the water and lay back down—how pleasant!

After going through these steps, more than twenty minutes have passed, almost half an hour.

He used to wonder why there would be a family in anime taking turns washing in the same tub of water.

Looking back now, aside from the reason of saving water, it was also because filling the bathtub took too much time; it wouldn't be enough time for each person to fill it and take a shower at once.

He closed his eyes, and his silver hair fell straight into the snow-white bubbles, merging with them.

Normally, he would tie his hair up with a hairnet, but today he'd just let it be; it doesn't matter.

"I didn't know you Talent, liked listening to such upbeat female songs in private. I've learned a little more about you now."

"..."

As Sakurakoji Talent instantly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He dared not open his eyes, hoping it was just his imagination.

Am I really tired today? Why did I hear that woman's voice again?

"Are you asleep? Let me help you wash up."

With a questioning tone, the voice of the wicked blond man rang out again, accompanied by the sound of fine fabric rubbing together.

Rustling sounds...

"Ugh...!!!"

He couldn't bear it any longer and suddenly opened his eyes, slapping the edge of the porcelain-white jar next to him, his gaze fixed on the woman who was already stripped down to only a bra.

"Ouka Mai! What are you trying to do?! I'm taking a shower!!!"

Now that he's done this, how could he not understand that the photos of them getting into the car were a complete hoax she'd planned in advance?

Was she hiding in the entryway the whole time? Damn it! She should be checked...

"I know~ that's why I said I was going to help you scrub your back, okay?"

Ouka Mai chuckled as she reached behind her head, removed her hair tie, shook her head, and freed herself from the last constraint.

"..."

Sakurakoji Talent's eyes darted around, unsure where to look.

This woman is really fast—oh no, she's almost there...

"You, you get out of here, I don't need your help..."

"But I'm all prepared, so let me take a shower here while I'm at it."

"You can wash it later..."

"Hey~ Do you want me to stay like this forever? I'll catch a cold!"

"You can turn on the air conditioner... By the way! You untrustworthy woman, I misjudged you! I'd even let you die..."

Splash~

A large amount of bubbly pool water was drained and flowed down the floor into the sewer pipes.

"I never said I would leave like that, did I? It's just wishful thinking on your part, is Talent?"

She rested her slender arms on the jar he was leaning against, and whispered sweetly in his ear.

"..."

A surge of electric current coursed through his body, leaving him unable to think about anything else.

All I can say is, she truly lives up to her reputation as a famous model...

"It's been so long since we last met, and that little bit of replenishment just now hasn't provided enough energy..."

She slowly moved closer and nestled in his arms.

Unlike his snow-white skin, which seemed to blend seamlessly with the white jar and bubbles, her golden hair and body color resembled Aphrodite in the bubble forest at dawn.

"I promise you, I'll go back after I'm done washing up—oh dear, looks like I've done something naughty."

Her beautiful eyes shifted to the water's surface, obscured by bubbles. She lightly covered her lips, surprised yet also somewhat pleased.

"Being able to make you happy makes me, as your lover, equally proud and joyful... Do you need my help?"

"..."

Sakurakoji Talent closed his eyes, remained silent, and wore a resolute expression, ready to be killed or tortured at will.

Hehe~

After a silvery laugh, her delicate, water-like body took a half step back, then slowly merged with the water.

"..."

In the tranquil bathroom, where only the music from his phone continued to play in the background, he looked up at the ceiling, his pupils dilating.

This is the first time I've ever done anything like this.

Nighttime, in Kasumigaoka Utaha's room.

"Uh-huh--!!!"

"Aaaaaaah!!! What do I do, what do I do...!"

"Aba aba aba aba..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha, her face flushed and rolling around on the bed with her pillow, frowned impatiently when she heard her phone ring.

She adjusted her voice and reluctantly answered the call from a familiar number on her phone, speaking in a businesslike manner.

"Hello, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable... This is Yue/Yiqi Liushanwo 2 Jiu II Kasumigaoka Utaha. If it's urgent, please leave a message after the beep."

"Beep--Hi, please speak."

"Little Poem, stop fooling around!"

On the other end of the phone, Machida Enko helplessly exposed this clown.

"Shinobu? Who's that? There's only Kasumigaoka Utaha here."

"Little Poem~!"

Hi hi~

She scratched her hair and rubbed her still burning, flushed skin. "Is something the matter?"

"What's the matter... it's still that same thing, isn't it?"

Even knowing that editing is such a job, Machida Enko felt mentally and physically exhausted.

However, compared to other writers who simply feigned death and disappeared, she was relatively better off.

"How's it going? Are you planning to start a new book? Have you got any inspiration?"

"Inspiration..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha sat on the bouncy bed, a pillow tucked into her lap, one hand holding the phone, the other idly fiddling with her beautiful, smooth little feet.

"Yes, there is, and it suddenly became very large..."

"Really? Does that mean I can start a new book?!"