Comprehensive Anime: Making Money Starting from Saki

Kageyama Sora's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, his arms tightening instinctively to shield the trembling, delicate body in his embrace.

The scent of cedarwood in Haramura Nodoka's hair, mingled with the freshness of her recent bath, enveloped him like an invisible net, layer upon layer.

The thunder outside the window felt like the drumbeat of fate, each explosion causing their heartbeats to grow even more chaotic.

"Don't be afraid." His voice carried a hoarseness and tenderness he hadn't even realized, his chin gently brushing against her soft hair.

Haramura Nodoka trembled slightly in his arms, her fingers clutching the fabric of his yukata as if she had grabbed onto the only lifeline available.

She looked up, her moist blue eyes filled with a reliance she didn't even understand herself; under the illumination of the lightning, the corners of her eyes were flushed a seductive crimson.

Kageyama Sora's gaze fell involuntarily onto her rosy lips, the moist curve appearing like a silent invitation.

He could feel Haramura Nodoka's breathing grow rapid, her warm breath brushing against his neck and sending a shiver through him.

The distance between the two grew smaller and smaller, close enough to count the water droplets on each other's eyelashes.

As if to break some sort of strange atmosphere.

Kageyama Sora took the initiative to say, "About what I said regarding coming here for you, I wasn't lying... that mahjong software you like was developed by my company... I was already planning to invest in the high school national mahjong tournament, and since you are one of the participants... I just happened to be in the area, so I came to see you..."

Kageyama Sora's speaking speed grew faster and faster, as if a hurried explanation could shatter the strange, ambiguous atmosphere currently between them.

Just then, Haramura Nodoka suddenly stood on her tiptoes, her soft lips gently pressing against the corner of Kageyama Sora's mouth.

This sudden action caused Kageyama Sora's entire body to stiffen, all his reason crumbling in an instant, and it also brought his rambling to an abrupt halt.

Kageyama Sora let out a low curse at this light kiss, suddenly gripping the back of her head to press those lips that were trying to pull away back onto his own.

This kiss carried long-repressed longing and heat; Kageyama Sora forcefully pried open her pearly teeth, tangling his tongue with hers.

Haramura Nodoka let out a soft moan, her hands slowly climbing from his waist up to his neck, responding to this suffocating kiss.

The bath towel had slipped off at some point, her smooth skin glowing with an alluring luster under the warm yellow light. Kageyama Sora's palms wandered over her delicate skin, from her back to her waist, and then to her slender hips; every touch made his desire surge even higher.

In the midst of this subtle yet intense kissing, the two stumbled and fell onto the soft, large bed.

Kageyama Sora propped himself up, looking down at the girl beneath him, who was flushed from head to toe.

Haramura Nodoka's blue eyes were veiled in a mist, her gaze hazy and burning, her hair scattered messily across the pillow—she looked indescribably alluring.

And Haramura Nodoka just looked at Kageyama Sora like that, not even knowing herself why she hadn't refused, or why she had even wanted to take the initiative.

Many things... perhaps they are just like this, lacking rhyme, reason, or logic.

"Nodoka... are you sure?" He called her name softly again. Being a man with a sense of propriety, he didn't want Haramura Nodoka to regret anything due to his momentary impulse.

And responding to Kageyama Sora was Haramura Nodoka's most direct reaction.

She reached out to wrap her arms around his neck, pulling him down until their lips met once more.

Having received his answer, Kageyama Sora no longer held back, taking the initiative to deepen the kiss. This time, the kiss had less dominance and more tenderness and lingering affection.

Kageyama Sora's hand moved slowly downward, stroking her thigh and causing her to tremble slightly.

As if thinking of something, Kageyama Sora whispered in her ear: "When Nodoka was drenched in the rain, water kept flowing down from the hem of your skirt. I thought of something wicked back then..."

This caused Haramura Nodoka, who had been quite proactive, to suddenly blush: "That was just rainwater, not that kind of thing..."

"It will be that kind of thing very soon..." Kageyama Sora probed with his fingertips, a smile in his voice.

Haramura Nodoka's face grew redder and redder, but she did not stop Kageyama Sora's movements, instead allowing him to explore without restraint.

Haramura Nodoka was naturally a first-timer, and Kageyama Sora was, in fact, one as well.

It was hard to say where these two got the courage to play so recklessly upon their first meeting.

The thunder was a distant drumbeat, shattering time into fragments.

Haramura Nodoka's eyelashes cast dense shadows on his collarbone like fluttering butterfly wings, and her body temperature was turning into a scorching tide, washing over every inch of his skin.

Kageyama Sora felt his breath turn into feathers, falling lightly into her hair, only to be crushed into dust by the scent of cedarwood.

When his fingertips touched the hollow of her waist, memories suddenly surged—the contours of her body as she ran while he chased her through the rain.

At this moment, these curves became the rivers in his palms, winding over hills and plains, stirring ripples of tremors at every sensitive nerve ending.

Her low moans were like the lingering resonance of a snapped string, echoing in the damp air and mixing into the same frequency as the sound of the rain.

As the rain grew more torrential, Kageyama Sora no longer hesitated, piercing the girl's purity.

Haramura Nodoka's voice intertwined with the thunder, making it impossible to tell if it was out of fear of the storm or the pain of being breached.

The moment their skin touched, all reason sank into a bottomless blue. Haramura Nodoka's eyes were like two pools of melted sapphire, reflecting his loss of control.

He couldn't tell if he was kissing her or if her lips were pressing back against his; he only knew that their breathing, heartbeats, and blood had become tangled vines, binding them into an inseparable whole.

The moment the lightning outside the window split the darkness, Kageyama Sora saw the tear mole at the corner of her eye trembling—she was clearly in great pain.

Yet this sight only made Kageyama Sora, who had been struggling to restrain himself, even more agitated. The long-repressed desires and carefully guarded feelings he held in his heart now turned into molten lava, erupting from the depths of his soul and scorching every inch of skin.

The marks her nails left on his back were the brand of love; the kisses he pressed to her shoulders were a searing reflection of the surrounding air.

Every union of their bodies felt like an answer to an ancient riddle, the solution hidden within their rapid gasps and trembling fingertips.

The final, violent tremor was like a storm sweeping across a wasteland.

Kageyama Sora heard his own shattered voice, and he heard her choked sob as she called his name.

The torrential rain outside the window continued to rage, the rolling thunder serving as nothing more than an accompaniment to this passion.

Chapter 16: Sleeping in the Embrace of Haramura Nodoka

I do not know how much time had passed, but their kisses gradually softened, and their movements subsided into stillness following a high-pitched cry from Haramura Nodoka.

Kageyama Sora buried his head in the crook of her neck, greedily breathing in her scent.

Haramura Nodoka's fingers traced lightly over his back, feeling the violent rise and fall of his chest.

"...Sora..." She whispered, not calling him Kageyama-kun, but using a much more intimate form of address.

Kageyama Sora inexplicably sensed that Haramura Nodoka was feeling deeply unsettled at this moment.

Kageyama Sora lifted his head to meet her gaze, his eyes filled with tenderness.

He was no scumbag; he could never do something as low as failing to respect someone after getting what he wanted.

Since Haramura Nodoka had given him her first time, he had to treat her with proper sincerity, rather than acting as if he could just walk away after having his fill.

With that, Kageyama Sora gently kissed away the moisture at the corner of her eye, left there by the intensity of the moment: "I'm here, don't be afraid."

The rain outside had slowed at some point, leaving only a pitter-patter sound that seemed to whisper of endless gentleness.

Kageyama Sora's fingertips brushed lightly over Haramura Nodoka's flushed cheeks, and as he looked at her lips, slightly swollen from their recent passion, an indescribable sense of satisfaction welled up in his heart.

Haramura Nodoka's fingers were still tracing unconscious circles on his back, her blue eyes filled with shyness and lingering attachment.

"Am I... not very reserved? We only met today, and we've known each other for less than twenty-four hours..." she murmured softly, her voice laced with anxiety, as if she were asking Kageyama Sora, or perhaps asking herself.

After asking, Haramura Nodoka seemed unable to face him, burying her face in his chest to avoid his eyes.

Kageyama Sora chuckled, tightening his arms to wrap her completely in his embrace, his chin resting on the top of her head: "If you aren't reserved, then I'm not either."

Kageyama Sora's voice was wrapped in the mellow richness of the night, the tail end of his words flowing like amber honey, each syllable carrying a weight that put her at ease.

Haramura Nodoka's tense spine gradually relaxed, like a stream thawing in spring, and in the resonance of his chest's warmth, the anxiety that had been hanging in her throat sank deep into her heart.

The scent of cedar floating between their breaths and his steady heartbeat wove into an invisible net, gently enveloping her.

The room was so quiet that one could hear the faint hum of the warm yellow wall lamp, and their intertwined breathing gradually synchronized in the silence.

Haramura Nodoka was counting the faint red marks below his collarbone; when she reached the seventh one, Kageyama Sora suddenly spoke, his voice carrying an unquestionable certainty: "Regarding Saki Miyanaga, I will help you resolve it."

This sentence was like a stone cast into a deep pool, stirring up a thousand ripples in Haramura Nodoka's calm thoughts.

She instinctively tried to push herself up, but the soreness in her lower back caused her movement to stall, and she fell limply back into his arms.

The scent of cedar body wash from her hair, mixed with warm breath, fell onto his chest, and her delicate lips brushed against his unhealed scratches, drawing a muffled groan from Kageyama Sora.

Haramura Nodoka's face turned bright red instantly, her earlobes burning as if scorched by fire; she wanted to escape, but he held her firmly in his arms.

Kageyama Sora sighed helplessly, his fingertips tracing slowly along the curve of her spine, as if soothing a ruffled kitten: "Don't get worked up... I'm not going to run off suddenly."

His palms carried the perfect amount of warmth, and wherever they touched, tingling currents spread along her nerve endings.

Haramura Nodoka looked up, her shimmering blue eyes filled with confusion and anticipation, her flushed cheeks still bearing the lingering crimson of passion, like peach blossoms blooming on a spring branch: "What does the resolution Sora mentioned mean..."

Kageyama Sora lowered his head to kiss her brow, his fingers gently combing through her slightly messy pink hair, tucking the stray strands behind her ears: "I will find a way to make her play mahjong with you again. A truly fair match, without any of that plus-minus zero nonsense."

Kageyama Sora's thinking was simple: everyone has weaknesses, and as long as you prescribe the right medicine, the problem can be solved.

Most importantly, he did not believe that someone with such excellent talent and ability for mahjong would be willing to give up on victory.

Does Saki Miyanaga really not want to win?

Haramura Nodoka bit her lower lip, wanting to say something but holding back.

In her mind, she pictured Saki Miyanaga's nonchalant expression, which seemed to hide so much on her mind.

Is such a thing really possible—Haramura Nodoka thought to herself.

But when she met Kageyama Sora's firm gaze, she found herself unable to voice any doubt.

She could only nod obediently, burying her face in his chest to soak up the reassuring warmth, and gave a soft, compliant "Mm."

Kageyama Sora inexplicably felt a sense of being completely relied upon by Haramura Nodoka.

And this feeling was one he didn't dislike; in fact, he liked it very much.

Kageyama Sora couldn't help but laugh, his palm resting gently on the top of her head, rubbing it over and over as if stroking the most precious treasure.

Haramura Nodoka was like a lazy kitten, rubbing against his palm, the fragrance of her hair lingering at the tip of his nose; at this moment, it felt as if the world consisted only of each other's warmth and heartbeats.

Although the rain outside had lessened significantly, it was already quite late.

Kageyama Sora held Haramura Nodoka in his arms, his voice gentle: "Don't worry, when the sun rises tomorrow, everything will be resolved."

"Mm..."

It was as if she had been soothed by Kageyama Sora.

Haramura Nodoka felt a wave of sleepiness wash over her; she yawned, and her eyelids began to flutter.

Kageyama Sora lowered his gaze to watch the girl curled up in his arms like an infant; tiny, long breaths escaped Haramura Nodoka's slightly parted lips, like the lightest breeze of spring brushing against his heart, which was gradually calming down after its violent pounding.

Her flushed cheeks still held the afterglow of desire, and her eyelashes cast butterfly-wing shadows beneath her eyes, trembling gently with the rhythm of her light sleep.

Kageyama Sora's lips curled upward unconsciously as he pulled the quilt over them both: "Sleep now, I'm here."

Haramura Nodoka closed her eyes in relief, snuggling deeper into his embrace, and quickly drifted off to sleep.

Kageyama Sora looked down at the girl in his arms, listening to her steady breathing, his heart filled with tenderness.

He didn't even know how things had developed to this point himself.

It was supposed to be just about cherishing talent, just about being filled with curiosity toward Haramura Nodoka as a person, yet that curiosity had somehow led them to bed.

If cousin Tohka, who viewed Haramura Nodoka as her arch-rival, were to find out, there was no telling what kind of chaos it would cause.

With Tohka's personality, she would probably scream about not letting her nemesis become her cousin-in-law, throw a spoiled tantrum, and have her ahoge twitching all over the place!

Thinking of this, Kageyama Sora let out a helpless chuckle. The vibration of his chest caused the person in his arms to unconsciously nuzzle into the crook of his neck, and the scent of cedar mixed with her natural fragrance instantly engulfed him.

The rain was still falling outside the window, the soft sound adding a sense of tranquility to the quiet night.

Kageyama Sora planted a gentle kiss on Haramura Nodoka's forehead and gradually closed his eyes as well, entering a sweet dreamland amidst the atmosphere filled with love.

Tomorrow's problems could wait until tomorrow.

Chapter 17: A Morning Kiss with Haramura Nodoka

Morning light filtered through the gaps in the sheer curtains, gilding Haramura Nodoka's eyelashes with gold.

She opened her eyes groggily, her nose the first to catch the warm, distinct scent of a man—Kageyama Sora had her circled in his arms, his chin resting lightly on the top of her head, his breathing long and steady in his sleep.

The blush from last night suddenly rushed back to her cheeks, and her fingertips unconsciously brushed against the fabric of his pajamas, the texture still holding the lingering warmth of his body.

"Awake?" A low voice, wrapped in lingering sleepiness, exploded in her ear.

Kageyama Sora's eyelashes fluttered, his ink-black pupils reflecting her crimson face as the corners of his mouth curled into a triumphant arc.

His fingertips brushed over her reddened earlobe, and before she could dodge, he lowered his head to peck her cool lips, "Morning kiss."

Haramura Nodoka let out a soft whimper and buried herself into the crook of his neck, her hair sweeping across his sensitive collarbone, drawing a muffled laugh from his throat.