Nishida Was Just Being Herself

Right in front of Nishida Yuki, Akimoto Yoichi saved several photos of women who resembled her to his phone.

Nishida Yuki didn't stop him. She just folded her arms beneath her chest and watched with a beaming smile.

"Akimoto-kun, do you know who those women in the photos are?"

"No, but that doesn't stop me from using them." Akimoto Yoichi's answer was certainly honest.

"That's my grandmother," Nishida Yuki replied.

Her grandmother? Akimoto Yoichi's hand paused as he forwarded the photos.

He looked at Nishida Yuki, smiling brightly in front of him, then at the photos of the kimono-clad married woman he'd just forwarded.

No, man...

"When did your grandmother have your mom?" Akimoto Yoichi stared at the woman in the photo.

He'd assumed she was about the same age as Mrs. Suzuran. After meeting Mrs. Suzuran, Akimoto Yoichi had started to understand the appeal of a truck hitting you.

But he'd never expected the woman in the photo—a married woman in a kimono who looked so elegant and refined, and seemed to be in her thirties—to be Nishida Yuki's grandmother.

Well... maybe it wasn't impossible?

"She had her when she was very young. My grandmother gave birth to my mother as soon as she was old enough to have children," Nishida Yuki said.

So, around the age they were now.

Did the rich really take things this far?

"And your mom?" Akimoto Yoichi was stunned.

He really didn't understand the world of the rich.

"She did the same," Nishida Yuki replied with a bright smile.

Akimoto Yoichi's mind was a bit of a mess. He'd thought rich people would tend to marry and have children later.

After all, when you had money, who'd want to tie themselves down so early?

But it seemed the Nishida Family didn't follow that tradition.

"Why? Are you planning to do the same?" Akimoto Yoichi looked at Nishida Yuki.

He'd grown a little more curious about this twisted girl.

Her family must be full of perverts or domineering people like her.

"Of course." Nishida Yuki admitted it without a trace of hesitation. "The Nishida Family has to ensure that there's a next generation, then start educating them as soon as possible. If one batch turns out to be a failure, we can move on to the next."

"Passing on the family line is our top priority. Only the most outstanding descendants can inherit the Nishida Family."

"And the younger you have children, the faster your body recovers. That's good for us too, isn't it?"

"If the person you choose doesn't work out, you can always replace them, with plenty of time to find someone with better genes."

So that was why her grandmother looked as young as her mother?

Akimoto Yoichi understood now. He understood that he'd never understood the rich at all.

The root of the problem was that the Nishida Family didn't care about love or partners. They only had children to select the best genes. For a family of women, there was a certain logic to it.

With his question answered, Master Akimoto got back to work.

He deleted the photos of himself and Mrs. Suzuran, then forwarded the photos of Nishida Yuki and the mature woman in a kimono to his own phone.

"Akimoto-kun, don't you want to know who I'd choose to father my child? My child's father doesn't have to be my husband." Nishida Yuki watched Akimoto Yoichi lose interest so quickly.

She pressed her lips together, then lifted her chest in slight annoyance.

The child probably wouldn't go hungry.

But Nishida Yuki was so obviously trying to hook him and turn him into a simp.

Akimoto Yoichi pursed his lips. "Who you choose is none of my business. You're treating Izuki Academy like a harem, a place to pick out your partners, aren't you? But I don't trust you."

If he ended up in bed with Nishida Yuki, Akimoto Yoichi was genuinely worried that he'd open his eyes to find himself tied up like the character for "wood."

He wouldn't trust someone like Nishida Yuki.

"Then are you interested in my body, Akimoto-kun?"

Nishida Yuki slightly lifted the chest supported by her arms, fearlessly showing it off to Blondie.

"I am." Akimoto Yoichi nodded.

When he saw her eyes widen in surprise, he bent down and leaned close to her ear. His breath brushed against the girl's pale earlobe.

"But I don't like the way you talk, and I don't like your fake smile."

"If you kept your mouth shut, dropped that fake smile, and showed me who you really are, then maybe I'd give it a try."

"Hm? Why are you trembling? Shit, don't tell me you're getting turned on?"

Akimoto Yoichi watched as Nishida Yuki's body trembled faintly and her skin flushed pink at his words.

Nishida Yuki didn't answer.

She took a deep breath, bit her lip, and glared at Akimoto Yoichi.

"Are you interested in Suzuran Ayano's mother too, Akimoto-kun? Is that your type?" Nishida Yuki asked maliciously, as if trying to get back at him.

"None of your damn business." Akimoto Yoichi rolled his eyes at her.

But she was soft, sweet-smelling, considerate, and caring. Who wouldn't like her?

Ayano hadn't fully developed yet, but she had Mrs. Suzuran's genes. She probably wouldn't turn out too bad.

"Oh? Then maybe you'd like my mother too," Nishida Yuki said, making a downright outrageous suggestion.

Akimoto Yoichi had known this girl was crazy, but he hadn't realized she was this far gone.

Was she seriously offering her mom to Blondie? What a dutiful daughter.

Looking at Nishida Yuki's smiling face, Akimoto Yoichi couldn't figure out what she was thinking.

"I don't mind, but I hope your mom didn't get some genetic mutation and turn out ugly."

Akimoto Yoichi did the math. Based on what Nishida Yuki had said earlier, her mother was only thirty-two.

He wasn't sure whether this was one of Nishida Yuki's traps.

"No, she has a few personality issues, but she's absolutely a world-class beauty. Otherwise, I wouldn't have turned out so outstanding."

Well, if her mom was crazy too, what did that make her? Just a family trait?

"If you dare offer, I dare take you up on it. Besides, she's your mom."

Such a close mother and daughter.

Born into a powerful family, they must've forgotten all about morality.

But Akimoto Yoichi had nothing to lose.

"Then it's a deal," Nishida Yuki said, her smiling eyes glimmering with thought.

Akimoto Yoichi couldn't be bothered with the scheming young lady and continued his work.

There wasn't much on Nishida Yuki's phone. Most of it was photos of herself, home décor, and lots of pets.

It seemed Nishida Yuki's life was pretty much like that. She didn't have any mobile games or social media apps.

"All done." Akimoto Yoichi handed her phone back.

He'd watched every video he could find on it and even checked things like her cloud storage. There was nothing else worth worrying about.

Of course, the photos of him only showed him shirtless. There weren't any of him in the bathroom.

Naturally, Akimoto Yoichi had also saved the photos of Nishida Yuki in stockings, loungewear, sweaters, and cartoon pajamas to his phone.

"I deleted some photos and videos."

"And I forwarded a few photos and videos. As agreed—"

"From now on, I'll answer two hundred and twenty-five of your questions. You'll have one fewer each time, but I can promise to answer honestly."

Akimoto Yoichi had picked a lucky number for Nishida Yuki.

The deal was completely inconsequential to him.

But it seemed to mean a lot to Nishida Yuki.

"Then it's settled, Akimoto-kun." Nishida Yuki gave a satisfied smile.

She looked as if she'd gained something incredible.

Looking at the scheming girl, Akimoto Yoichi couldn't help wondering if he'd walked right into a trap.

Who knew what Nishida Yuki was thinking?

"That's about it. We should head back in." Akimoto Yoichi gave up trying to figure it out.

He withdrew the hand he'd used to pin Nishida Yuki against the wall and prepared to return to the Suzuran Family home.

They'd been talking out here for ages. Ayano and Maya must be wondering what was going on.

But just as he turned around, Nishida Yuki grabbed him.

Before Akimoto Yoichi could react, she wrapped her arms around his neck, rose onto her toes, and bit his chin.

What the hell was that supposed to mean?

Akimoto Yoichi tried to push her away, but Nishida Yuki let go first.

"Don't go crazy here."

"Sorry~" Nishida Yuki said, staring at the tooth mark on Akimoto Yoichi's chin without a trace of remorse.

"What are you trying to pull now? You're so weird."

As Akimoto Yoichi rubbed his chin and turned toward the entrance in irritation, he saw Fukayama Natsuki peeking out from the front door, eyes wide and a hand over her mouth as she watched them.

When Fukayama Natsuki realized she'd been spotted, she ducked back inside in a panic.

Looking at Nishida Yuki's beaming smile, Akimoto Yoichi finally caught on.

"You did that on purpose so Fukayama Natsuki would see, didn't you? What are you thinking?"

From Fukayama Natsuki's angle, she'd probably thought the two of them were kissing passionately, not that Nishida Yuki had bitten Akimoto Yoichi's chin.

But being seen by Fukayama Natsuki wouldn't cost Akimoto Yoichi much.

At most, it might affect her impression of him and make it harder for him to approach her and learn from her.

More importantly, Akimoto Yoichi felt Nishida Yuki had gotten the better of him again, and that really annoyed him.

"Oh? Isn't that even better?"

Nishida Yuki took a few steps, then turned back and smiled sweetly at Akimoto Yoichi.

That made things more interesting.