Comprehensive Anime: Making Money Starting from Saki

Of course, Kageyama Sora's intentions were still quite simple. Staying behind just meant keeping Amae Koromo company to eat snacks, watch movies, and chat; he truly had no other wicked thoughts.

Therefore, after the mahjong session, the two of them sat in the living room to watch a movie.

The air conditioner in the living room hummed softly, and the projector cast a faint blue glow onto the screen.

Amae Koromo curled up in Kageyama Sora's arms. Being petite by nature, she looked exactly like a cute doll. The straps of her pink lace nightgown shifted with her movements, but it didn't stir any impure thoughts; she just seemed incredibly adorable.

Perhaps because she had company, Amae Koromo laughed uncontrollably at the comedy, nestling in Kageyama Sora's arms as she giggled non-stop.

This left her wanting more, so they played the next film by the same director.

However... the next film turned out to be the horror movie Out of the Dark.

Horror films with comedic elements still possess powerful terrifying components. That chaotic, frightening, yet humorous style somehow gave off the feeling of telling a death joke.

Amae Koromo wasn't particularly brave, and with her cousin by her side, she became even more fragile, trembling slightly.

As the scenes grew more terrifying, she suddenly slid her cold toes into Kageyama Sora's loose lounge pants, rubbing them against his calf.

"So cold." She burrowed into his arms as if acting spoiled, her golden hair ends brushing against his neck.

This kind of overly intimate contact felt quite different from just nestling in his arms.

Kageyama Sora's Adam's apple bobbed. He fed her a piece of melon cut from the fruit platter, and the sweet, clear juice slid down the corner of her mouth. Driven by an impulse, he used his thumb to wipe it away for her.

A piercing scream suddenly rang out from the screen, and Amae Koromo dove into his arms in fright, the warmth beneath her silk nightgown seeping through the thin fabric.

Kageyama Sora instinctively wrapped his arms around her slender waist, only to feel the butterfly bones of her back tensed with nervousness.

In the darkness, her breathing gradually grew rapid, the cherry blossom scent of her body wash spraying against his collarbone.

"Cousin..." Her voice was laced with tears, her fingertips clutching the hem of his pajamas tightly. "I don't dare watch anymore."

Warm tears splashed onto his chest, and Kageyama Sora's heart skipped a beat. He reached out and turned off the projector. "How are you still afraid of this? I thought Koromo was a Demon King who knew no fear."

Amae Koromo whimpered, "Being a Demon King is for mahjong skills, not for everything..."

It was as if the heavens were working against Amae Koromo.

Before she could finish her sentence, darkness instantly engulfed the living room. A torrential downpour suddenly broke out outside the window, and as thunder cracked across the sky, Amae Koromo reflexively straddled his lap, her arms tightly locked around his neck.

Amae Koromo wasn't wearing much to begin with, and sitting directly on him like this made Kageyama Sora feel something much hotter than body temperature pressing against his legs. Having had experience with Haramura Nodoka, he immediately realized what was happening, and his face flushed red against his better judgment.

Kageyama Sora froze in place, feeling her soft, petite body pressed firmly against him.

Her golden hair brushed against the tip of his nose, carrying the dampness of her recent bath.

"Sleep in my room." She murmured in his ear, the hot breath making his earlobes burn. "I will definitely, definitely have nightmares tonight."

Perhaps it was because Amae Koromo's tearful expression was too pitiful, or perhaps it was due to other hidden desires.

Kageyama Sora, acting on impulse, stumbled into the bedroom with Amae Koromo.

Moonlight spilled through the sheer curtains onto the princess bed. Amae Koromo pulled back the pink lace quilt, revealing sheets patterned with little pink bears.

When she lay down, the hem of her nightgown rolled up dangerously high, exposing her fair thighs.

Kageyama Sora turned his back, preparing to make a floor bed, but was hugged from behind by her, the strawberry scent of her hair completely enveloping him.

"Don't go." Her voice carried a grievance that made it impossible to refuse, her burning cheeks pressed against his back. "I'll have nightmares, and besides, it's not like you haven't slept with me before, Cousin..."

Kageyama Sora really wanted to say that this time was different from the last.

Last time, his conscience was clear; this time, he was truly afraid he wouldn't be able to restrain himself.

Kageyama Sora took a deep breath and slowly turned around.

Amae Koromo looked up at him, her azure eyes shimmering in the moonlight, teardrops still clinging to her lashes, looking utterly pitiful and moving.

He lay down beside her cautiously, deliberately keeping his distance.

But Amae Koromo was like a clingy little kitten, turning over to bury her head in his chest, her arms wrapping around his waist.

Her hair brushed against his chest, and the collar of her pajamas opened inadvertently, revealing her delicate collarbones.

One could only say it was fortunate that Amae Koromo's figure was quite flat, otherwise, in this position, he would have seen everything he shouldn't have.

Kageyama Sora held his breath, forcing himself to fix his gaze on the ceiling.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning tore through the night sky, and the moment it illuminated the room, Amae Koromo let out a shriek, practically pouncing onto him.

Kageyama Sora instinctively reached out to hold her, only to touch the girl's delicate skin.

She struggled in a panic, and her hand accidentally pressed against a place it shouldn't have.

Both of them froze simultaneously.

Amae Koromo's face turned bright red instantly; her crimson cheeks looked as if they were about to bleed.

She instinctively tried to pull back... and then, accidentally touched Kageyama Sora's abdomen again.

Kageyama Sora felt his throat go dry and tight. He wanted to push her away, but found her fingertips curiously tracing the lines of his abdominal muscles.

"So this is... an ab," she whispered, her voice filled with the excitement of discovery. "Cousin actually has abs. I thought you were the type of boy who was very thin."

Kageyama Sora did exercise appropriately, not for any other reason, but because he sat in front of a computer for long periods and practiced occasionally for the sake of his health.

Now, he didn't know who he was benefiting.

No matter what, this outrageous act completely shattered Kageyama Sora's rationality in this moment.

He flipped over for a bed slam, and in the instant their eyes met, their rapid breaths intertwined.

Amae Koromo no longer cared about touching abs or anything like that.

Amae Koromo gazed at him, the fear from the horror movie and thunder in her eyes already replaced by blazing desire.

She actively pulled Kageyama Sora down, her cool lips gently pressing against his—like a test, or a provocation.

This gentle kiss was like a spark, completely igniting the suppressed emotions between them.

Kageyama Sora deepened the kiss... a scorching, passionate kiss between man and woman.

Amae Koromo's soft palms restlessly roamed his back, lingering a bit longer whenever they touched his muscles.

Chapter 34: Feeling Needed

In this state that clearly exceeded an ordinary kiss, some things began developing in an uncontrollable way.

His kisses trailed from the corner of her lips, downward, landing on her delicate collarbone.

Her petite figure looked perfect for kissing and holding.

Under Kageyama Sora's control, Amae Koromo was almost completely enveloped in his arms.

While kissing Amae Koromo, Kageyama Sora couldn't help thinking of some **jokes he'd seen before...

With too big a height difference between man and woman, how to hump—align top or bottom?

The answer: align the middle.

In some sense, Kageyama Sora and Amae Koromo counted as the cutest height difference?

Wait, they might have to align the middle too.

While Kageyama Sora still had time for random thoughts, Amae Koromo's fingertips threaded into his hair amid her ragged breaths from the kisses, unconsciously tugging.

She even seemed to think, out of it, that her cousin's hair was really great—if used in ads, it'd sell like crazy.

Clearly kissed silly, starting to ramble nonsense.

Kageyama Sora apparently still wasn't satisfied; when he took her earlobe between his teeth and nibbled gently, she let out a muffled moan, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist like she'd mastered it naturally.

And while doing this, Amae Koromo didn't even know why she was doing it—just the classic type where she thought it and did it.

But to Kageyama Sora, this was an invitation.

Yes, an invitation.

So, Kageyama Sora assumed Amae Koromo really wanted it, and strangely, he did too.

Young people are always impulsive; in this inexplicably eager state, Kageyama Sora's palm slid along her slender waistline, slowly upward.

Amae Koromo's body tensed at his touch, then gradually relaxed under his gentle soothing.

At that moment, moonlight spilled over her snow-white skin, like a work of art.

The strongest Amae Koromo under full moon was also the most beautiful under full moon—even if it was still pouring outside.

Oh, no—sometime unbeknownst, the dark clouds had dispersed, the downpour turning to drizzle, allowing moonlight to scatter over Amae Koromo's beautiful body.

Then, despite having zero experience, Amae Koromo was led by Kageyama Sora and somehow knew what to do.

Moonlight shattered into star-dust on Amae Koromo's lashes; Kageyama Sora's kisses flowed like spring streams over rocks, drowning her in gentle waves.

In her daze, she felt herself turn to a wisp of smoke, rising and twining in his hot breaths, then condensing into dew in his palm's warmth, trickling down the dip of her collarbone.

Amae Koromo's fingertips roamed Kageyama Sora's back like a pianist plucking strings, finally leaving red marks from excitement and pain.

Yes, it hurt—a lot.

Amae Koromo's petite build meant even at 16, she couldn't quite handle it.

Or rather, even tall girls would struggle with this, let alone loli-like Amae Koromo.

And she wasn't the type to endure grievance; when it hurt, she bit Kageyama Sora, clawed at him.

Normally such touches would annoy, but paired with the moment, every contact sparked tremors through his body—the subtle reactions like currents spreading from her fingertips, rippling through his heart.

The low, husky sounds spilling from Kageyama Sora's throat mixed with the dwindling drizzle still pattering the window, weaving a seductive rhythm that utterly shattered her reason.

The air floated with intertwined cherry blossom and cedar scents, proclaiming you in me, me in you.

The instant Kageyama Sora's palm brushed Amae Koromo's waist again, she felt a pulsing flame, burning from skin deep into her blood.

Her nightgown's lace straps slipped silently down; moonlight seized the chance to kiss her pale shoulder, overlapping Kageyama Sora's lip marks, branding her skin with varying depths.

The initial pain had long faded under Kageyama Sora's soothing.

Amae Koromo felt like floating on clouds, or sinking into the deep sea.

She didn't dislike the sensation at all—in fact, she loved it, loved it so much.

He'd always felt alone, lonely, misunderstood.

But only now, she felt needed—this feeling was so good... this intense need, intense care, intense companionship.

In the fierce clashes and uncontrollable collisions, for Amae Koromo, Kageyama Sora's embrace was her only anchor—giving her security while pulling her deeper into the fall.

Kageyama Sora was not the type to act recklessly just because he possessed great strength; he would kiss her amidst his dominance, making her feel that everything was both rough and tender.

His kisses wandered from her collarbone to her earlobe, each light nip making her entire body tremble, her consciousness spinning and twisting in a chaotic vortex.

Her thoughts began to shatter, like a dandelion scattered by the wind.

Fragmented images flashed through her mind: the loneliness of being alone, the crisp clatter of mahjong tiles, the gentle smile of Kageyama Sora, and his burning gaze in this very moment... These images intertwined with the sensations of her body, finally transforming into the ultimate joy of controlling the game during a Haidilao, leaving her both clear-headed and intoxicated.

Torn by desire, Amae Koromo felt that time had lost all meaning.

Her body was held so tightly against Kageyama Sora's that they seemed to have merged into one.

Every heartbeat and every breath spoke of their mutual longing.

She did not know if she loved him, but in this moment, she truly wanted him.

The rain outside the window had stopped completely.

The moonlight grew brighter, casting a hazy, poetic glow over this private moment.

Between them lay a landscape of burning, amorous splendor.

Lost in the waves of desire, the two had long forgotten the time, as well as their respective identities.

In this moment, they were merely two souls governed by impulse, exploring each other's spirits within the villa that imprisoned Amae Koromo, whispering the most secret longings of their hearts.

When the dust finally settled, Amae Koromo lay limp in Kageyama Sora's arms, like a fallen cherry blossom.

"It seems we've done something excessive... Sora..."

Amae Koromo murmured in a soft, sweet voice, yet a smile remained on her face, clearly showing she did not regret the momentary impulse.

Evidently, her consciousness was gradually returning, though she remained immersed in that gentle chaos.

Nor did she regret the impulse she had just acted upon.

Kageyama Sora's heartbeat thrummed powerfully against her ear, like a war drum.