Comprehensive Anime: Making Money Starting from Saki

Omniverse: Making Money Starting from Saki

Author: Mofuyuzai

Synopsis:

Kageyama Sora, whose hobbies are making money, making money, and making money.

Perhaps while making money, he might dabble in a little romance on the side?

It's just... why is everyone inexplicably turning dark?

Whatever, as long as it doesn't interfere with making money, nothing else matters.

A money-making diary starting from Saki!

He approaches certain special girls during the software development process, originally intending to gain intelligence to perfect his games and earn more money, but somehow ends up making them turn dark and fall in love with him?

Featured Anime: Saki, Kakegurui

Chapter 1: The Cousin in the Bathroom

In the twilight outside the window, a private jet was slowly taxiing toward the runway.

Shortly after, Kageyama Sora stood at the entrance of the Ryumonbuchi villa. While he was still thinking about how to introduce himself, an elegantly dressed butler had already quickly ushered him inside: "Young Master, the Chairman intended to welcome you personally, but there is an urgent matter in the Diet. As a member, he had to be there, so he could only ask me to receive you for the time being. I hope you won't take it to heart..."

"It's fine. My visit this time is primarily to follow up on the national mahjong tournament here. After all, this is the project my company values most." The boy speaking had short, ink-black hair, with a few stray locks falling over his forehead, adding a touch of casualness to his handsome face.

His black eyes were like deep pools, calm and rippleless when still. His straight nose and sharp jawline, paired with the slight upward curve of his thin lips, carried both a boyish rebelliousness and a hint of elegance.

"Then you've come at the right time, Young Master. Our Young Lady Ryumonbuchi Toka's mahjong club is very impressive. The Young Lady herself was the individual champion of the prefecture last year. You can rest for a while, and when the Young Lady returns later, she can take you to see her mahjong club..."

"That would be fine."

As luck would have it, just as the two were talking, a torrential downpour suddenly erupted from the sky.

Caught completely unprepared, Kageyama Sora was drenched just like that.

The butler Ogira was startled and immediately ordered the servants to bring umbrellas, towels, and the like... as if Kageyama Sora were some fragile doll.

Kageyama Sora brushed off their ministrations with a dark expression: "There's no need for this. I'll just go take a shower."

The butler Ogira quickly said: "Yes... yes... please follow me, Young Master. Because the Chairman knew you were coming, he specifically cleared out the third floor of the main building for you, but it is still under renovation, so I must ask you to move to the guest building to bathe for now."

"It's fine, I'm not the type to mind such things."

Kageyama Sora waved his hand casually and, under the butler Ogira's gaze of fearful concern, was led toward the guest house to bathe.

Fearing he might neglect Kageyama Sora, the butler naturally took him to the best room available.

However... as Kageyama Sora walked toward the direction of the bathroom indicated by the butler Ogira, he heard the sound of a faucet running inside.

This left Kageyama Sora slightly puzzled: "Didn't they say the main building was under maintenance? Why is there a leak here too? Or did someone forget to turn off the tap?"

With this confusion, he opened the bathroom door... but what met his eyes was... a golden-haired beauty taking a bath.

Although this was the first time Kageyama Sora had seen her in person, he had seen her photos before—Ryumonbuchi Toka, his... cousin.

"Ah --!" A sharp female voice pierced the air. The golden-haired girl, Ryumonbuchi Toka, hurriedly covered her chest with her arms. Water droplets slid down her snow-white skin, tracing crystalline arcs in the steam-filled bathroom.

Kageyama Sora froze in place, his mind going blank; even his apology was stuck in his throat.

"Pervert! Get out!" Ryumonbuchi Toka grabbed a bath sponge from beside the tub and threw it at him. Kageyama Sora instinctively tilted his head to dodge.

...But misfortune never comes alone. In her panic to grab a bath towel, Ryumonbuchi Toka stepped on the wet tiles and, like a spinning top out of control, collided with Kageyama Sora.

The next second, Kageyama Sora felt a wave of softness hit him as Ryumonbuchi Toka's body, smelling of shower gel, crashed into his arms.

The floor was already slippery, and this impact sent Kageyama Sora stumbling back two steps until he hit the door.

Ryumonbuchi Toka, having lost her footing, slid down. She grabbed at Kageyama Sora's hem in a flurry, but her entire face buried itself right below his abdominal muscles.

And then... Ryumonbuchi Toka's lips landed squarely on his...

The warm sensation made Kageyama Sora's heart rate spike suddenly. The sweet scent of shampoo exploded in the air, mixed with those soft, damp red lips—it all happened too abruptly... Ryumonbuchi Toka only felt something protruding press against her face, even spreading toward her red lips.

It caused Ryumonbuchi Toka to widen her sea-blue eyes and shove Kageyama Sora away violently: "Per... pervert... who, who are you!"

Kageyama Sora didn't even have time to answer, because Ryumonbuchi Toka's violent movement caused her to slip again and fall hard.

This fall was even worse, because without Kageyama Sora there to cushion her, she landed directly on her bottom, splayed out in a wide, exposed mess. Everything that should have been seen, and everything that shouldn't have been, was laid bare in that moment.

Perhaps Ryumonbuchi Toka had never been this disheveled in her entire life.

Such a pathetic state was completely at odds with the aesthetics of the young lady Ryumonbuchi Toka.

Her legs were slightly parted, accidentally exposing herself completely to Kageyama Sora.

The golden-haired girl's hair was wet, her body covered in steam, even her eyelashes were beaded with water, and even those pink areas were damp.

The sight was so provocative that Kageyama Sora's face turned bright red instantly. He immediately turned his head away and tossed a bath towel to Ryumonbuchi Toka: "Wrap yourself up first... I'll explain to you in a moment..."

At this moment, Ryumonbuchi Toka couldn't even care about how Kageyama Sora had appeared here.

Clutching the towel like a lifeline, she immediately wrapped herself up: "Who on earth are you? Get out! Is there anyone here?!"

Ryumonbuchi Toka had never imagined she would be so miserable. Everything that had happened was far beyond reason, far beyond imagination.

Heaven knows why a strange man would barge in while she was taking a bath in her own home!

Even if the other person was good-looking, he was still a strange man!

Kageyama Sora scrambled to his feet, nearly slipping in his panic.

Of course, it was only nearly; had no one bumped into him, he certainly wouldn't have been that embarrassed.

Just as the atmosphere reached its most awkward point, a fake cough sounded from outside the door: "Young Master, is everything alright? It's so noisy in there... is there something you need?"

Upon hearing the butler's voice, Ryumonbuchi Toka felt as if she had found her backbone and roared, "Ogira, why is there a strange man in here!"

When the butler Ogira heard this, he froze in place.

He immediately turned around and shouted orders to the servants: "Quick! Get clean clothes, towels, and prepare two cups of hot ginger tea!"

His voice carried an undisguised panic; he truly hadn't expected to hear the Young Miss's voice coming from inside the bathroom.

The Young Master had gone in to bathe, and the Young Miss was already inside washing up—it didn't take much thought to realize how awkward this situation was.

Chapter 2: Little Pink Strawberries

Half an hour later.

Ryumonbuchi Toka and Kageyama Sora sat on opposite ends of the sofa, the atmosphere stiff enough to freeze over.

Ryumonbuchi Toka had changed into an exquisite pure white dress, returning to her usual appearance as a young lady... though her expression was certainly not pleasant.

Kageyama Sora looked down at his phone, the data sent by his assistant making his expression subtle as his eyes flickered.

Because he had come for the national tournament, he had specifically asked his assistant to investigate some of the top players—the cousin sitting before him, whom he had seen everything of just a short while ago, was actually last year's prefectural individual champion and had long held a top-three spot on the mahjong software his company developed.

Such a dazzling record, contrasted with the tsundere appearance of her hair sticking up in a cowlick, was laughably ironic.

How truly interesting.

Ryumonbuchi Toka had no idea Kageyama Sora was looking at her profile; she only felt furious that he was acting cold and detached without a hint of apology after having seen her completely exposed just moments ago.

The anger made her cowlick stand straight up.

The proud, willful, and self-centered young lady had never suffered such an indignity.

Especially seeing Kageyama Sora looking at his phone with such a cold, aloof posture, her temper flared even higher.

With her cowlick standing at attention, Ryumonbuchi Toka loomed over him.

The tsundere young lady stepped one leg onto the sofa beside Kageyama Sora, looking down at him from a position of superiority.

It was just that... because she was being so high and mighty, Kageyama Sora could clearly see the little pink strawberries beneath her dress.

Not to mention, this Ryumonbuchi Toka was quite consistent; whether it was the pattern on the outside or the hidden layer underneath, everything was pink.

Ryumonbuchi Toka didn't know Kageyama Sora had seen what he shouldn't have once again, and she shouted unhappily, "You did something so rude, and you don't even know how to apologize! Or are you just a hooligan by nature, so used to peeping at girls that you've become numb to it?"

Kageyama Sora thought to himself that if an apology was needed, he would have to give one now.

But there would be no end to the apologies...

"I already apologized, but you were too flustered and might have missed it." Kageyama Sora looked up at his cousin, who was baring her fangs, and glanced at her... strawberries: "Besides, I didn't break in on purpose. I was just planning to take a bath normally; I didn't know you were inside."

Just as the two were at each other's throats, the butler Ogira walked over quickly, carrying hot tea.

He keenly sensed the tense atmosphere and hurriedly tried to smooth things over with a smile: "Young Miss, please don't be angry. The Young Master didn't mean it; he didn't know you were inside... Besides, the Young Master is the designer of that mahjong software you like so much."

This was information that caught Ryumonbuchi Toka off guard: "You? The designer?"

Noticing the Young Miss's interest, the butler Ogira hurriedly continued to mediate: "That's right. The Chairman said that despite the Young Master's young age, he is incredibly talented... The Young Master's company invested in the national tournament, and he came here specifically for that reason."

"Really?" Ryumonbuchi Toka looked at Kageyama Sora with skeptical eyes.

After all, Kageyama Sora looked to be the same age as her; even if he were talented, could he really be this... genius?

"Yes..." Kageyama Sora answered quite frankly this time: "I wanted to upgrade and improve some of my software, but I discovered that some of the top players don't seem that interested in online mahjong, so I wanted to observe the reason up close... Perhaps I might even enroll in Ryumonbuchi High School."

As soon as he said this, Ryumonbuchi Toka provided the answer: "That's obviously because mahjong players are divided into data-driven styles and luck-based styles, and luck-based styles cannot be applied to the internet. That is the reason why many mahjong players don't play online mahjong."

"Luck-based?"

Seeing Kageyama Sora's blank expression, Ryumonbuchi Toka immediately mocked him triumphantly: "Oh my, it seems the so-called genius cousin doesn't know everything after all..."

When mentioning something she was interested in, Ryumonbuchi Toka seemed to glow.

Her golden cowlick swayed back and forth, and the area covered by the little pink strawberries seemed to breathe, pulling the fabric in slightly.

Kageyama Sora stared at the cleavage, lost in thought: "...You know a lot about this?"

Facing the question, before Ryumonbuchi Toka could answer, the butler Ogira said: "Young Master, the Young Miss's mahjong club has many luck-based players, and the Young Miss herself has played against many of them... If the Young Miss were to help you..."

"..." Kageyama Sora fell silent. If he had known Ryumonbuchi Toka was this useful, he would have been nicer to her earlier.

After all, this was all... for the sake of making money.

Having no parents and only caring about money, Kageyama Sora was shaken to his core.

And just as Kageyama Sora was considering whether to 'take a shortcut' for the sake of money, Ryumonbuchi Toka, who he thought would indignantly refuse him, feigned a cheerful tone and said: "We're all family, after all. Since Grandfather values you so much, I, as the Young Miss of Ryumonbuchi, cannot be so unreasonable. Let me be the one to show you the uniqueness of the luck-based style!"

Ryumonbuchi Toka's cowlick shook wildly; it was clear she was in a good mood.

And she was indeed in a good mood, though not because she could show off in front of Kageyama Sora.

Rather, she was secretly thinking to herself that the damned hooligan cousin had fallen into her hands, and she would absolutely, definitely make him pay.

Kageyama Sora could naturally sense the ill intent from Ryumonbuchi Toka.

But so what? When soldiers come, block them; when water comes, earth covers it. He wasn't about to be afraid of the schemes of a little girl.

Ryumonbuchi Toka did not yet know that she had already been seen through.

She put on a fake, gentle smile: "Since it's decided, cousin, you should get some good rest. Tonight, I'll find a formidable luck-based mahjong player to play against you."

Although she was smiling gently.

But... no matter how you looked at it, it seemed like there was a conspiracy afoot.

It really was, not hiding it at all...

However, this didn't really amount to anything for Kageyama Sora. On the contrary, he found this young lady quite cute; after all, who would write their desire to harm someone all over their face?

But...

Out of the moral obligation of their "relative" relationship, Kageyama Sora still kindly reminded her: "It's pink."

"What?" The topic jumped too quickly, and Ryumonbuchi Toka was completely unable to react for a moment.

Kageyama Sora then kindly pointed toward the area beneath her skirt hem: "In that position, I saw... little strawberries."

Ryumonbuchi Toka followed Kageyama Sora's gaze, and only then did she belatedly take her leg off the sofa, her cheeks flushing crimson: "You, you pervert!"

Chapter 3: Amae Koromo

The night mist of late spring drifted over the window lattice, coating the floor-standing clock in the villa with a layer of blue-gray.

Kageyama Sora pressed the tip of his fountain pen onto the manuscript paper for the third time, the spreading ink stain blooming into a hideous spiderweb on the yellowed parchment.

He had originally intended to use this time to handle some official business.