Mana Really Does Have Kuchikamizake

"She's already eighty years old, but she still drinks frequently, and I can't persuade her to stop," Sumiida Mana sighed, cupping her face in her hands.

"An eighty-year-old grandmother? That's alright then." Riki understood.

He asked Sumiida Mana, "Then why doesn't Mana want to be an idol anymore?"

Sumiida Mana looked a little flustered for some reason, scratching her face and chuckling, "I've been working too much lately, my grades have dropped a bit, and I don't see many people my age. I've also been seeing Hatsuka less and less. I think it's good to take a break."

"I'll tutor you in your studies. If Mana wants to talk to her friends, actually, Miss Sanae is planning to have Mana perform on the Mujica stage recently. Is Mana interested?" Riki asked.

"Eh, me?!" Sumiida Mana's face was flushed, and she looked very happy.

But then she suddenly looked at Riki, her expression somewhat unnatural, and sat back down, turning her head away with an awkward smile, "Never mind."

No, do you have such a big problem with me?

He was all excited just a moment ago, but the moment he saw me, he immediately lowered his head?

Sumiida Mana hesitated for a moment, then slammed her hand on the table and stood up, saying earnestly to Riki, "But there's something I need Riki's help with. Actually... I received love letters from boys at school!"

No problem, just tell me his name, and I'll assassinate him.

Is Mana planning to agree?

"Of course I refused. I don't know that black... that boy at all." Sumiida Mana waved her hands frantically.

See? You absolutely can't just confess to someone you have a crush on on a whim. Even someone like Holy Donut can't recall the name of that male classmate named Blackie. He probably doesn't remember him at all. The precious memories you might have of her when you occasionally see her on the street are just another ordinary school day for her.

"After receiving the confession letter, I asked other female classmates, and it seems he confessed to other girls before, and his attitude was quite firm. He said he would call me later. I'm not good at these kinds of situations, so if possible, Riki, please help me!" Sumiida Mana earnestly pleaded with Riki.

Confess your feelings over the phone?

Is it true or false?

Are you really that cowardly, bro?

"What's he like as a person?" Riki asked.

"Hmm, he seems to be a boy who doesn't talk much, and he often keeps secrets for other male classmates, so he has quite a few friends."

Riki agreed. Mana was a determined girl; once she decided to refuse, she would refuse. She wouldn't soften her tone and agree just because the other party was sincere or pitiful. Such a script wouldn't work with Holy Donut. However, Mana also felt that saying it directly was too tactful, so Riki could only act as an advisor.

Sumiida Mana took a deep breath. Although many boys at school secretly watched her, most of them didn't have the courage to talk to her, and confessing their feelings was a first for them.

Love...

Sumiida Mana couldn't help but wonder, if she also had someone she liked, who would it be?

Dad is a good guy, but Mom always says he's a bit old-fashioned and we shouldn't date someone like him. My brother has a good personality, but my sister-in-law says he's too outgoing and that it would be better for him to find someone calm and handsome.

It would be great if there were someone as gentle as my father and as quick-witted as my brother.

Sumiida Mana was thinking, she suddenly saw Riki on the balcony.

Riki seems like a good fit.

Sumiida Mana thought about it, her face immediately turned red.

No, no, that's not suitable!

Riki likes eight girls, which is definitely not the same as the happiness she wants... At least she should correct him and make him wholeheartedly like one girl before anything else!

"Ring ring..."

Sumiida Mana quickly picked up her phone, her face flushed, and heard a nervous boy's voice on the other end.

"Junka-kun, actually I..."

"Mana, are your underwear hanging on the balcony?" Riki suddenly asked Sumiida Mana was on the phone.

The boy named Hei something-or-other froze when he heard Riki's voice.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I've bothered you, but I won't tell anyone."

The phone rang and the call ended with a click.

Sumiida Mana's face turned bright red, her ears even redder, and her head creaked and turned stiffly like a robot as she looked at Riki.

Riki, what are you doing?!

Won't people misunderstand and think I'm living with you?!

*****

I'll be updating less these past couple of days to get back into a rhythm. After all, this book is in its mid-to-late stages, and I want to focus on a smooth transition so as not to upset the readers. But there's no rush; I should still have about two months' worth of content to write.

Chapter 226 Mana really does have Kuchikamizake).

Sumiida Mana jumped up from her chair in a panic, nearly tripping over the leg and stumbling forward. Her slender arms steadied her, and before she could fall completely, she grabbed Riki's hands. Looking up, her eyes brimming with tears of anxiety, she cried out, "Riki, what have you done?!"

Now her friends are convinced she's living with her boyfriend, aren't they?

If this misunderstanding escalates and Dad finds out, he'll definitely come over with his Katana. He's a traditional and feudal man, practically straight out of the Heian period, and Menkyo Kaiden Kendo styles.

She herself was fine, but if Riki was cut into several pieces, how was she going to explain it to Chu Hua and Sakiko?

"I'm sorry, Chu Hua, I'll return Riki to you now."

'But it's a box!'

'Chuhua, don't you think the little box is everyone's forever home?'

No, what terrible thing is she thinking about!

Sumiida Mana panicked so much that strange little scenarios about what would happen after Riki's death started playing out in her head.

"Mana, don't worry," Riki comforted her.

"We can't be calm, Riki, you're going to die!" Sumiida Mana exclaimed in a panic.

Riki was startled. Was Holy Donut such a ruthless person? He would draw his sword and kill someone just because something slightly displeased him, just like an ancient Japanese samurai who would carry a sword on a rainy night without an umbrella.

"No, no..."

Sumiida Mana accidentally blurted out her inner monologue, her face turning bright red. She squatted down, covering her burning cheeks, speechless for a moment.

Holy Donut Lady be so cute?

Who ends up marrying all these innocent and beautiful girls?!

Riki carefully considered her words and smiled, "Mana, don't worry. Didn't you just say that the boy who confessed to you was very tight-lipped?"

If a boy can be called a tight-lipped person in a high school, a place where idiots and geniuses coexist, then it's probably not an exaggeration.

There are no wrong nicknames, only wrong names.

You agree, right, Mang Jingang?

Upon hearing this, Sumiida Mana squatted down and thought about it for a moment, realizing it might actually be true. However, she hesitated and said, "What if we accidentally tell someone?"

"That's even simpler. Who would believe a regular high school student like him? If word got out, people would probably think he's holding a grudge and trying to smear you because his confession was rejected," Riki said.

"That seems to be the case," Sumiida Mana said after thinking for a moment.

But something still feels off. Wouldn't this just make that classmate, the one who confessed to her, misunderstand and think she and Riki are living together?

But she finally got through this confession crisis. If she had to deal with a boy her own age all by herself, she really wouldn't know how.

Sumiida Mana breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at Riki, "Thank you, Riki Yi. Please sit down. I have a gift for you, it'll be ready soon."

Kuchikamizake?

I can boast about drinking two jin (1 kg) of Mana's Kuchikamizake in one go.

Riki sat down and watched as Sumiida Mana picked up the half-finished Omamori on the table and sewed it up with a needle and thread. As she worked, she said, "This is also for Riki. It has the word 'marriage' sewn on it. I hope Riki will find a girl he loves wholeheartedly as soon as possible."

Mana was still fantasizing about killing Riki and building a harem.

Unfortunately, it's too late now; Riki's harem has risen and stands tall on the earth.

"What did Mana mean when she said I was going to die?" Riki asked curiously.

Sumiida Mana was so startled she almost pricked her fingertip with the needle. She said in a low, embarrassed voice, "My father is the chief priest of a shrine, but he's very traditional and knows Kendo. I was worried he'd misunderstand that we were living together, and in a fit of anger, I accidentally did that to you."

The Yasuo?!

Isn't this my favorite hero?

Riki (Yasuo) 0/21/0: I'm really angry if anyone keeps feeding me. Play seriously.

"Is Mana's dad that fierce?" Riki asked.

"No, but he's really old-fashioned. Riki, just treat him like someone from ancient times. He's forty years old and doesn't even know how to use a microwave." Sumiida Mana laughed happily, probably because she had a very good relationship with her father, which is why she teased him like that.

Riki pondered the Yasuo and suddenly said, "Your father is so feudal and traditional, wouldn't he accept his son-in-law having multiple wives?"

Sumiida Mana's face immediately froze; she had never thought of it that way before.

However, given her father's traditional, doting fatherly nature, if the son-in-law is truly good to Mana and is an excellent and reliable person... he might actually agree.

In other words, it's even possible that her father might agree to her and Riki's request?

Sumiida Mana stared blankly into thought, then suddenly waved her hands frantically, "No, no, no, it's impossible for me and Riki..."

I didn't say anything about myself.

Riki looked at Mana strangely.

Sumiida Mana's face turned even redder. She accidentally pricked her fingertip with a sharp needle, and dark red blood gradually oozed out. Mana was suddenly pricked, and her shoulder-length brown hair trembled.

It hurts!

Sumiida Mana's eyes welled up with tears, and she raised her hand to Riki, gesturing for him to get some bandages from the first-aid kit.

Riki misunderstood the meaning behind the pale finger with blood beads extended in front of her. She had just angered the Donut Lady, so it was normal for her to take the opportunity to retaliate.

I never expected that Donut Lady would be so petty.

Riki took Sumiida Mana's hand and put her blood-beaded finger in his mouth; saliva could disinfect it.

Sumiida Mana was stunned, staring blankly at Riki, her face flushed red all the way to her fair neck, her whole body stiffened, only feeling her fingers being warmly sucked.

Riki noticed something was off about Sumiida Mana's expression.

Isn't this just a vulgar punishment like slapping someone's butt when they lose with their friends?

By the way, Mana is an innocent high school student, how could she be like those vulgar college students!

I was being presumptuous.

Riki released Mana's fingers.

"Riki, could you please get me the first-aid kit? It's under your chair," Sumiida Mana stammered, steam rising from her head. Riki was afraid she would faint from embarrassment.

I'm sorry, Mana. It's all my fault for being led astray by those vulgar college students.

Forgive me, this is the last time.

Riki took out the first-aid kit. The medicines inside were all neatly arranged, with even the expiration dates clearly marked on sticky notes. They were also well categorized. Riki immediately spotted the band-aids, took one out, and wrapped it around Mana's finger to apply one.

"Thank you." Sumiida Mana whispered.

"It's nothing, thank you too," Riki said.

Thank you for your hospitality.

He wanted to slap himself as soon as he finished speaking. What the hell did you say?

What Lunibal!

Sumiida Mana's face turned even redder, and she lowered her head, silently sewing on the Omamori.

Riki was a little embarrassed for a moment, then changed the subject, saying, "No other boys have confessed to you, right? If you need help rejecting them, you can come to me for help."

"Okay." Sumiida Mana nodded quickly.

"So, are you going to give up your idol career?" Riki asked.

If Mana really doesn't want to be an idol and wants to become a full-time Miko, then she will frequently visit the shrine in the future—not to worship gods, but to worship the Holy Donut.

"Hmm... since Chu Hua and the others need me, I'll hold on a little longer."

Riki felt that Mana glanced at him secretly when she said that.

The Omamori was in its final stages. Sumiida Mana opened the Omamori and put in the wooden plaque engraved with the name of the deity and the note with her wish.