Comprehensive Anime: Making Money Starting from Saki

Of course, the smile was well-intentioned; it was truly because of Kageyama Sora's description that she found the girl interesting, feeling she was someone with a unique personality.

Her teasing made Kageyama Sora's ears burn, as he suddenly realized he had said too much about Ryumonbuchi Toka without noticing, and that he seemed to know this cousin of his a bit too well.

Turning the street corner, the storefront of the brand Fukuji Mihoko had mentioned came into view.

Pushing the door open to enter, a dazzling array of jewelry shimmered with a soft glow under the warm yellow lights.

The price tags were not exactly cheap, but every piece was truly unique, with some even labeled as one-of-a-kind designer items.

Fukuji Mihoko walked straight to a display cabinet in the corner, where a silver pendant shaped like a mahjong tile lay under a glass cover, the pinwheel pattern inlaid with tiny pearls and the edges wrapped in silver vine filigree.

"How about this?" She picked up the pendant, letting the light pass through the luster of the pearls: "It fits her preferences and carries a special sentiment."

Kageyama Sora watched the pendant sway between her fingers and suddenly remembered Ryumonbuchi Toka's fair fingers as she touched the tiles—equally elegant, yet carrying a completely different temperature.

"That's the one." He took the gift box from the clerk, catching a glimpse of Fukuji Mihoko's side profile as she focused on choosing a ribbon, and on an impulse, he spoke up, "Shall I pick a gift for you, too?"

"Eh?" Fukuji Mihoko's earlobes instantly flushed a crimson hue: "There's no need, I'm already happy enough to be able to help you..."

"Consider it a thank you." Kageyama Sora picked up a bracelet from the counter; it was engraved with tiny strawberry patterns, not overly classical despite being a luxury item, but instead carrying a girlish playfulness.

Before she could refuse, he had already had the clerk wrap it up and pressed it into her hands.

Seeing that Kageyama Sora had already paid, Fukuji Mihoko could only accept it with a smile.

As they stepped out of the shop, a fine drizzle began to fall from the sky again.

Fukuji Mihoko looked a bit annoyed: "Ah... I forgot to bring an umbrella."

Before she could finish her sentence, Kageyama Sora took off his suit jacket and held it over their heads, his movements as natural as if he had practiced them a thousand times.

"There's a nice Western restaurant nearby." As he lowered his head, he met the gaze of Fukuji Mihoko's moist, deer-like... left eye: "The rain won't stop for a while, shall we go grab a bite?"

Fukuji Mihoko had no choice but to agree; after all, while the rain wasn't heavy now, the dark clouds made it feel like it would pour later.

Inside the restaurant, the crystal chandelier cast soft halos of light onto the white tablecloth.

Fukuji Mihoko looked exceptionally serene as she lowered her head to cut her steak, her golden hair falling over her shoulders, glowing with a honey-like hue in the candlelight.

Kageyama Sora swirled the red wine in front of him, suddenly recalling her earnest silhouette as she leaned over the display case while picking out gifts that afternoon, and he found himself staring, mesmerized.

Fukuji Mihoko blushed slightly and awkwardly changed the subject: "Actually, I envy that young lady. It's so thoughtful of you to run out specifically to buy her a gift."

Kageyama Sora paused, a meaningful smile tugging at the corner of his mouth: "Actually, you might even know that young lady."

"Eh? I know her?" Fukuji Mihoko was quite surprised.

Kageyama Sora didn't keep her in suspense and said frankly: "Yes, Ryumonbuchi Toka... you know her, right."

"It's her..." Fukuji Mihoko was quite astonished: "She's the opponent I lost to last year..."

Since she knew Ryumonbuchi Toka and had played against her... then: "That's why the gift was so hard to pick; she really doesn't lack anything."

"As far as I know, Miss Ryumonbuchi has a bright and straightforward personality, so I imagine she won't be angry once she receives the gift," Fukuji Mihoko's voice carried a smile: "Actually... your eyes light up when you talk about her. You aren't as annoyed by her as you claim... you might even like her quite a bit..."

In an instant, images flashed through Kageyama Sora's mind of Ryumonbuchi Toka looking like she wanted to kill him when she caught him and Amae Koromo...

The red wine went down the wrong pipe, and Kageyama Sora began to cough violently.

Fukuji Mihoko hurriedly handed him a tissue, and the moment their fingertips touched, both pulled their hands back simultaneously.

The jazz music flowing through the restaurant suddenly became exceptionally clear, the violin melody entwining with their heartbeats, fermenting in the ambiguous air.

"She is my cousin, after all," Kageyama Sora set down his wine glass and gazed at the swaying streetlights in the rain outside the window, not even knowing himself why he felt the need to emphasize their kinship.

"So you're relatives..." Fukuji Mihoko felt an inexplicable sense of relief, a beautiful smile appearing on her face.

Looking at the gentle smile of the girl before him, he suddenly realized that what was reflected in her blue pupil was not just the restaurant lights, but also his own focused gaze.

He suddenly remembered his butler's past complaint: "Sir, whenever you look at someone with that kind of focused gaze, it gives the illusion that you love them deeply. It's truly a fickle, affectionate gaze, even when looking at a dog."

The rain fell harder and harder, the sound of it drumming against the glass window weaving into a strange rhythm with the clinking of tableware.

The conversation between the two also grew more frequent, accompanied by talk of mahjong and a few mutual acquaintances.

When Fukuji Mihoko spoke of the interesting happenings at the Kazekoshi Mahjong Club, Kageyama Sora would find himself staring unconsciously at her eyelashes as they fluttered with her words.

She really is beautiful and gentle, Fukuji Mihoko.

Just as the after-dinner dessert was served, Fukuji Mihoko suddenly pointed out the window and chuckled: "Look, a rainbow."

The moment Kageyama Sora turned his head, he happened to catch her side profile, dyed pink by the sunset, with raindrops still clinging to her moist eyelashes—a breathtaking sight.

Chapter 40: Bumping into Toka in the Bath Again

The gilded clock in front of the cashier ticked away, and Kageyama Sora snatched the black card and slapped it onto the marble countertop; the crisp sound of metal hitting stone startled the strawberry doll in Fukuji Mihoko's hand, nearly causing it to slip.

She stood on tiptoe to reach for his raised arm, her hair brushing against his jaw, her breath, scented like a young girl, wafting against his ear: "You've already given me such an expensive bracelet, how can I let you pay the bill?"

"Wait until you win the National Tournament championship before you say that." As Kageyama Sora lowered his head, he met her brown eyes, which were shimmering with moisture from her urgency, and... the blue pupil of her right eye, which was open for the first time.

Beautiful heterochromia, like a lovely ragdoll cat—cute, gentle, and unique.

"It's beautiful..." Kageyama Sora said sincerely, with a gentle sense of awe.

For a moment, Fukuji Mihoko's already large eyes widened slightly, as if she had fallen into some... strange, stunned, and moved emotion.

As the two stood in a stalemate, a customer waiting in line behind them gave a light cough, and Fukuji Mihoko's earlobes turned bright red, delicate and cute.

In the end, it was naturally Kageyama Sora who paid the bill.

The moment they stepped out of the revolving door, the rain had already stopped.

Fukuji Mihoko turned her head to look at Kageyama Sora. Under the twilight, her blue eyes refracted a delicate halo in the neon lights: "Then I really will do my best to win the championship!"

As she turned, her silver bracelet collided with the ribbon on the cake box, emitting a crisp sound: "Next time, I'll treat you to a strawberry daifuku!"

Just then, the bus arrived abruptly.

Fukuji Mihoko turned suddenly and lunged at Kageyama Sora—like a weary bird returning home.

When she was three steps away from Kageyama Sora, she suddenly shoved the last strawberry doll into his arms: "Keep this for me for now."

Perhaps because the movement was too forceful, the gesture of handing over the doll looked more like she was throwing herself into his arms.

This was the first time in the day Kageyama Sora had spent with Fukuji Mihoko that he had seen such youthful enthusiasm from her.

In short... it was strangely cute.

Kageyama Sora stood where he was, clutching the warm coat, watching her figure disappear onto the bus.

Under the wheels, fallen petals were suddenly swept up, swirling past his burning earlobes.

The jewelry box in his pocket pressed against his thigh, and he suddenly realized that he had come to buy a gift to apologize to Ryumonbuchi Toka, yet he had spent half the day on what was essentially a date with another girl.

Although there was no proof, he instinctively felt that if Ryumonbuchi Toka found out about this, she would definitely be angry.

When he returned to Ryumonbuchi Villa, the sun had already set behind the mountains.

The streets, washed clean by the night rain, shimmered with a cold light.

Kageyama Sora stared at the blocked chat box on his phone for a long time.

After some thought, Kageyama Sora went straight to Ryumonbuchi Toka's room to find her.

Ryumonbuchi Toka's door was not closed, and the familiar Chopin nocturne drifted from the room, mixed with the sound of splashing water—it was the sound of a shower coming from the bathroom.

"Toka, are you there?" He walked into Ryumonbuchi Toka's room, not knowing if the wool carpet swallowed his footsteps or if the Chopin nocturne was too loud, but he received no response at all.

But just as he reached the bathroom...

The frosted glass door of the bathroom was soaked with steaming heat, as if covered by a layer of misty veil.

The warm yellow light filtered through the fog, creating a soft halo on the glass, hazily outlining the girl's silhouette; the glimpses of her figure added a touch of mystery and temptation.

Water droplets slowly meandered down the glass like crystalline tears or a nimble stream, converging at the girl's slender waistline to trace a heart-stopping curve.

It was an accident that made his heart race.

That day, he had assumed the bathroom was empty and pushed the door open without any precautions, but what met his eyes was a scene that made his blood boil.

The girl was completely bare, water droplets flowing wantonly down her smooth skin, shimmering with delicate light under the warm glow. Her graceful figure in the steaming mist was like a lotus rising from the water, breathtakingly beautiful.

The warm steam, carrying the faint, fresh scent of shower gel, rushed toward him and lingered in his nose, making his breathing turn rapid.

In that instant, time seemed to stand still, leaving only the sound of his frantic heartbeat echoing in his ears.

Fair, pink, anxious, crimson...

The steaming mist condensed into fine droplets on the frosted glass, dyeing the warm yellow light into a hazy amber.

Kageyama Sora leaned against the carved door frame, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the edges of the jewelry box, his earlobes turning a faint red.

The image of Ryumonbuchi Toka bathing was like film on a loop; wet black hair clung to her neck, water droplets slid down her swan-like neck into the delicate hollow of her collarbone, and the glistening beads meandered down her slender waist, gathering into a crystalline pool in the small of her back, shimmering in the warm light and tracing a heart-stopping curve. At this moment, the hazy figure behind the door overlapped with the sultry scene in his memory.

"Creak—" The carved copper handle suddenly turned, and Kageyama Sora was so startled he took half a step back.

Steaming mist carrying the fragrance of cedar and rose blended together rushed toward him. Ryumonbuchi Toka stood in the swirling vapor wrapped in a silver-gray silk robe; the thin-as-a-cicada's-wing silk clung to her graceful figure, hazily outlining the rise and fall of her chest and her slender waist.

Water droplets dripping from the tips of her hair slid down her beautiful swan neck and across her collarbone, leaving dark marks on the velvet carpet. The collar of her robe was slightly open, rising and falling gently with her breathing, revealing glimpses of fair skin.

Her almond eyes widened, the corners of her eyes flushed with an alluring faint red, and water droplets condensed into tiny pearls along her eyelashes: "You're peeking again! Are you addicted to watching now? Cousin!!"

Her fingertips, painted with crimson polish, trembled slightly, and the silk robe stirred up a faint, elusive fragrance with her movements.

In short, it must be the scent of the high-end perfume exclusive to Ryumonbuchi Toka.

He remembered her saying once that everything belonging to her, the young lady of the Ryumonbuchi family, was custom-made to highlight her noble status.

Kageyama Sora's Adam's apple bobbed, and he hurriedly held up the velvet jewelry box, the surface still warm from his body heat: "I came to apologize. I called for you a few times and no one answered, so I came in to check, not knowing you were taking a bath."

Before he could finish his sentence, Ryumonbuchi Toka suddenly pressed closer, her coquettish voice, carrying the warm breath of her bath, brushing against his ear: "If you dare to do this again..."

The tail end of her sentence dissipated into an ambiguous, unspoken tension. A corner of her silk robe slipped inadvertently, revealing a shoulder like jade, causing the air to heat up instantly.

Kageyama Sora realized with a start that Ryumonbuchi Toka's current attitude seemed completely different from how she acted when she caught him doing "this and that" with Amae Koromo.

It didn't seem like disgust; rather, it was a subtle form of closeness.

This attitude left Kageyama Sora feeling confused, and he subconsciously took a step back: "What's wrong with you... your attitude isn't quite right..."

Chapter 41 Is it really that comfortable?

"What's wrong with you... your attitude isn't quite right..."

Watching Kageyama Sora's slightly uneasy expression, Ryumonbuchi Toka tilted her head and chuckled. A water droplet from her hair rolled right into the hollow of her collarbone, and she deliberately tilted her neck back to show off that moist luster: "Cousin's way of apologizing is truly unique—holding a jewelry box and barging into a girl's room while she's bathing?"

The silk robe slipped another half-inch with her movement, revealing her exquisite, beautiful collarbone. The steaming heat swirled around her, as if she were draped in a layer of flowing gauze.

Kageyama Sora backed into the vanity, causing the gilded perfume bottle to wobble and emit a crisp clinking sound.

He stared fixedly at the bead of water winding its way down the collarbone of Ryumonbuchi Toka, his throat tightening: "I just wanted to explain clearly, I'm not the kind of pervert you make me out to be..."

His words were cut short by the sudden closing of the distance between them. As Ryumonbuchi Toka stood on her tiptoes, the hem of her robe flared, revealing her fair calves as her fingertips hooked into his shirt: "Does an explanation require being this close? Being this close makes you look even more like a pervert, doesn't it..."

The scent of roses mixed with warm breath washed over him, and Kageyama Sora felt a thin layer of sweat seep from the back of his neck.

"It's clearly you who leaned in so close..." As he spoke, as if to escape, Kageyama Sora jerked his head to the side, only to catch a glimpse of the suggestive scene in the vanity mirror—Ryumonbuchi Toka's slightly damp long hair draped over his shoulder, her silver-gray robe half-open, hazily outlining the curves of her chest; it was excessively erotic.

As an experienced individual, Kageyama Sora could even sense the hidden meaning behind Ryumonbuchi Toka's actions.

"Don't do this!" He reached out to push her away, but accidentally brushed against her soft waist; the electric sensation made him retract his hand instantly.

Kageyama Sora was truly no gentleman, but he was terrified that Ryumonbuchi Toka was setting a trap.

Ryumonbuchi Toka took the opportunity to grab his wrists and pin them against the wall, the sandalwood wall paneling digging painfully into Kageyama Sora's back.

Ryumonbuchi Toka narrowed her eyes, the faint red at the corners of her eyes looking like smudged rouge: "You were staring intently when you were peeking, yet now you've learned to play the gentleman? Didn't you mock me earlier for wearing pink strawberries?"

As if to express her mood, the ahoge on Ryumonbuchi Toka's head swayed triumphantly, as if she felt a sense of pleasure from having checkmated Kageyama Sora.

Her manicured fingers traced his tense jawline before suddenly grabbing his collar and yanking him down, their noses almost touching.

The moonlight from outside made the warm light inside the room feel even more ambiguous.

Kageyama Sora looked at the water droplets clinging to Ryumonbuchi Toka's eyelashes, his heart beating so fast it felt like it would burst through his chest: "Did you take the wrong medicine? You're clearly unhappy that I did those things, so why are you leaning in so close..."

Kageyama Sora really didn't want to be such a coward.

But he was terrified that the moment he showed any sign of giving in to Ryumonbuchi Toka, she would cast him aside in disgust and nail him to the pillar of shame as a pervert.

Yet, he had to admit that Ryumonbuchi Toka was very well-developed, and she was truly alluring in this state.

He could only turn his head in a panic, but then he heard the soft sound of fabric tearing—Ryumonbuchi Toka had ripped open the buttons of his shirt, her cool fingertips brushing against his burning collarbone: "What are you hiding from? Afraid I'll eat you?"

"Toka!" Kageyama Sora's voice trembled, "We... we are cousins..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Ryumonbuchi Toka bit his lower lip, and a kiss tasting of sweet body wash took him by surprise.