Comprehensive Anime: Making Money Starting from Saki

She suddenly remembered the promise from last night, her heart skipping a beat. As she looked up, her blue eyes were filled with trepidation: "Sora, what you said... about letting Saki Miyanaga play a serious game of mahjong with me, can you really make it happen?"

"Don't you trust me?" Kageyama Sora raised an eyebrow, rolling over to pin her beneath the soft bedding.

The morning light outlined the sharp line of his jaw, yet it could not melt the tenderness in his eyes.

He rubbed his thumb against her lower lip, his voice low and bewitching, "How about we verify my sincerity in another way?"

Haramura Nodoka's cheeks turned bright red instantly, and she couldn't manage a complete sentence.

What she endured was the gentle kiss belonging to Kageyama Sora.

The man's unique scent, wrapped in warm breath, drowned her in the soft bedding.

The sensation of his fingertips grazing her flushed earlobes turned into an electric current that exploded along her spine, every pore screaming for more.

As their lips met, Haramura Nodoka, already dazed from just waking up, felt time begin to warp.

She tasted the unique flavor on his breath; it was strange that a man could smell so pleasant. In her trance, she felt as if she were completely enveloped by Kageyama Sora, his presence entirely controlling her heartbeat.

Their breaths mingled, causing her consciousness to gradually grow hazy.

Kageyama Sora's palm slid slowly down her spine, and every touch of his fingertips felt like igniting tiny sparks that danced and spread across her skin.

Her hands wrapped around his neck involuntarily...

As the kiss deepened, their breathing became rapid and chaotic. Kageyama Sora pulled her tighter into his embrace, as if trying to fuse their bodies into one.

The torrential rain from yesterday had long since stopped.

The chirping of birds outside the window and the rustling of wind through the leaves gradually blurred into the background of this scorching kiss.

His kiss slid from her lips to her collarbone, and the force of his light bite made her arch her back like a seashell lifted by the tide, hearing her own broken breaths in the dizziness.

The wind lifted a corner of the sheer curtain, and spots of light danced across their intertwined skin.

Her fingertips sank into the muscles of his back, and the marks left by her nails caused Kageyama Sora a slight sting, yet he did not let go of Haramura Nodoka.

Every breath was an entanglement, and every touch ignited a new wildfire.

His low, husky murmurs mixed with the sound of their heartbeats, weaving an inescapable net around her ears, trapping her in a cage named love.

The air grew thick—a feeling that made one lose themselves and forget everything else.

She saw the swaying shadows of trees outside the window, which in her daze transformed into the patterns of mahjong tiles swirling before her eyes, only to be crushed by his scorching kiss the next second.

Body and soul surrendered completely beneath this pressing frame, all her unease and trepidation melting into flowing honey...

When everything returned to calm, she curled up in his arms, listening to his heartbeat gradually steadying.

The morning light cast a soft glow over their overlapping skin, and her consciousness slowly pieced itself back into reality.

Haramura Nodoka blushed and said, "...We're going to be late for school."

Kageyama Sora was remarkably gentle toward the girl whose innocence he had just taken: "Not at all, I'll take you to school right now."

Just like that, Haramura Nodoka changed into the clothes Kageyama Sora had someone deliver at some unknown time and got into his car to head to school.

It is worth mentioning that after Kageyama Sora decided to stay here for the time being, he had his assistant come over to help handle a few things.

Although he was still living at the Ryumonbuchi estate, necessities like cars and assistants still needed to be brought over; otherwise, it wouldn't be very convenient for a god.

As for how the assistant managed to get clothes that fit Haramura Nodoka's measurements, Kageyama Sora claimed that with absolute data, everything could be measured by hand and sight.

And so, Kageyama Sora did indeed keep his promise, ensuring Haramura Nodoka was not late.

It is worth noting that Haramura Nodoka was good at mahjong and beautiful, making her a constant center of attention at school. Naturally, her stepping out of a luxury car drew whispers.

However, Kageyama Sora had been quite restrained both yesterday and today, not leaving any unsightly marks on Haramura Nodoka.

Therefore, there was no physical evidence of a god that would allow people to slander Haramura Nodoka.

After seeing Haramura Nodoka off to school, Kageyama Sora decided to go help her resolve the matter regarding Saki Miyanaga.

As for the promise Kageyama Sora made to Haramura Nodoka, his solution to Saki Miyanaga's problem was also brutal and simple.

During lunch break, Kageyama Sora found Saki Miyanaga in the library, where she was preparing to check out some books.

Perhaps Saki Miyanaga's luck wasn't great, as the librarian informed her that the books had already been checked out.

A hint of annoyance appeared on Saki Miyanaga's face, and Kageyama Sora walked over at just the right moment: "The books you want... I have the complete set. I can lend them to you, or even give them to you."

Saki Miyanaga turned around instinctively, stunned for a moment by the sudden appearance of Kageyama Sora.

The midday sun shone through the sycamore trees in front of the library, casting a flowing, ink-jade luster on Kageyama Sora's black hair. He leaned against a carved stone pillar, his shirt collar slightly open to reveal a beautifully lined neck. His black eyes were like glaze soaked in the night, swirling with an inscrutable light.

Dappled light fell upon his high-bridged nose and slightly pursed thin lips, sculpting that already exquisite face like a plaster statue from the Renaissance—cold, yet possessing a lethal attraction.

He is a very handsome man, more handsome than any man she had ever seen—this was Saki Miyanaga's first reaction.

Although she wasn't the type to overthink or easily fall into internal conflict, thinking back to her conversation with Haramura Nodoka yesterday, she felt a sense of unnaturalness regarding Kageyama Sora, who was always by her side.

Thus, Saki Miyanaga resisted her desire for the books she wanted and shook her head gently: "I can wait..."

"If you always wait, you will miss out on many things," Kageyama Sora replied calmly, his handsome face carrying a profundity that seemed to see right through Saki Miyanaga.

Chapter 18: Do You Really Not Like Playing Mahjong?

Kageyama Sora lowered his eyes to gaze at Saki Miyanaga's reddened earlobes, his white shirt lifted by the draft, revealing his collarbone and abs in the fleeting glimpses.

For someone his age, Kageyama Sora's physique was, in a sense, excessively good; in short, it was the kind of build that girls tended to favor.

Yet, a male with such an overly excellent appearance stood before Saki Miyanaga with an imposing posture, letting out a soft chuckle. His voice, like strings soaked in morning dew, sent ripples through the silent space: "If you always wait, you'll miss out on a great many things."

Watching Saki Miyanaga fall into a daze because of his words, Kageyama Sora suddenly let out a low laugh, the collar of his white shirt shifting with his movements.

He stepped across the patterned floor tiles, each step landing precisely on the beat of Saki Miyanaga's accelerating heartbeat: "You told Haramura Nodoka yesterday that you don't like playing mahjong, if I recall correctly?"

He suddenly stopped at a distance of half an arm's length from her, his fingertips unconsciously brushing against the edge of the bookshelf, producing a faint creaking sound.

This sentence landed lightly in Saki Miyanaga's ear, yet it felt like a barbed fishhook, instantly snagging the emotions she had been trying so hard to hide.

Saki Miyanaga felt her back press against the cold bookshelf, while the man's slender fingers braced against the shelves on either side of her, forming an invisible cage.

The sunlight slanted through the blinds, cutting across his profile and imprinting the shadow of his eyelashes onto his high-bridged nose. Despite his gentle features, she truly understood what was meant by "gentle coercion."

This is a wall-pin, right... Yes, exactly the kind that appears in novels... a wall-pin.

Amidst the chaos in Saki Miyanaga's brain, this terrible thought emerged, followed by all sorts of messy scenarios written in books that happen after a wall-pin; it was truly awful...

"That's right, I don't like playing mahjong." After a long while, Saki Miyanaga, having finally found her voice, lifted her chin, only to unexpectedly collide with those bottomless eyes.

The sycamore leaves outside the window suddenly shook violently, the rustling sound mixing with the chirping of cicadas as it poured into the corridor, as if mocking this pale rebuttal.

"People are indifferent to things they don't like." As Kageyama Sora leaned in, the silver chain at his collar swayed gently, carving a cold arc of light in the sunshine: "There is a difference between feigned indifference and genuine indifference."

His breath brushed against her burning forehead, every word like a heavy hammer, precisely striking her most fragile line of defense.

Just as Saki Miyanaga was about to crumble, the sound of light footsteps came from behind her.

"When you encounter something you can't let go of, it's better to face it." Hisa Takei walked over elegantly, carrying her uniform bag, her dark red hair shimmering with a pearlescent luster in the sun.

Behind her followed Mako Someya, who had short, curly green hair, her eyes behind her lenses curiously sizing up the two people confronting each other in the corner.

Saki Miyanaga sidestepped as if granted a reprieve, but in her retreat, she accidentally knocked over a few books...

Kageyama Sora moved with quick reflexes to steady the falling stack of books, his fingertips brushing against Saki Miyanaga's flailing wrist, sending a fine jolt of electricity through her.

Saki Miyanaga only felt hotter, and she fled to Hisa Takei's side: "Student Council President!"

She straightened her uniform with a flushed face, her hair tips still dusted with the grime she had picked up from the bookshelf.

Hisa Takei smiled, the corners of her lips curling into a meaningful arc: "It's Student Council Chair."

"Such things..." The green-haired, curly-haired girl with glasses had black lines on her face, clearly exasperated by Hisa Takei's insistence on emphasizing unimportant details at a time like this.

By now, Hisa Takei had reached Saki Miyanaga, first nodding politely to Kageyama Sora behind her: "Why not try it out first and see whose idea—yours or Kageyama-kun's—is actually correct?"

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the mahjong club room sifted the sunlight into golden powder, and Haramura Nodoka leaned against the windowsill, counting the pedestrians passing by below.

Thinking of Kageyama Sora's promise to persuade Saki Miyanaga, she felt inexplicably restless. This anxiety was even more unsettling to Haramura Nodoka than the loss of something precious the previous night.

"I've brought her, though it wasn't my effort alone." Hisa Takei's cheerful voice rang out from behind, and as Haramura Nodoka turned, she saw her club president, Hisa Takei, walking in with Mako Someya.

Haramura Nodoka straightened her back almost reflexively, her gaze sweeping over Saki Miyanaga's flushed cheeks before quickly shifting to Kageyama Sora, who was walking in with a smile.

Hisa Takei poked the green-haired, curly-haired girl with glasses beside her: "Mako, go call Yuki..."

Mako Someya went to call her as instructed, while belatedly remarking: "Ah... so this is the girl you said played a plus-minus-zero game yesterday..."

Hisa Takei watched Mako Someya's retreating figure with a helpless expression: "She really is slow-witted..."

Of course, although she was complaining, her eyes were full of smiles.

Meanwhile, Kageyama Sora walked over to Haramura Nodoka and whispered in a tone only the two of them could hear: "Are you feeling unwell?"

His lowered voice was wrapped in a subtle, imperceptible concern.

Haramura Nodoka's cheeks turned crimson as she shook her head gently, as if to put Kageyama Sora at ease.

Their conversation was so quiet, yet it was still noticed by Hisa Takei.

The clever president raised an eyebrow slightly, but she didn't press for details, instead taking the opportunity to soothe the somewhat nervous Saki Miyanaga.

Soon, Mako Someya returned with Yuki Kataoka, who was drinking milk tea, from the balcony.

After Hisa Takei clapped her hands to get everyone's attention, she said: "Miyanaga-san, Nodoka, Yuki, and Mako will play a match, and Kageyama-kun and I will act as observers to watch your game."

It is worth noting that Hisa Takei used affectionate names for everyone, except for Saki Miyanaga, whom she addressed with the more polite "Miyanaga-san."

Yuki Kataoka, who was drinking milk tea, cutely emphasized: "It's Saki-chan!"

Kageyama Sora glanced at Yuki Kataoka with the look one might give a cute creature, then turned to Hisa Takei: "It's normal for me not to participate, but are you not playing either?"

Hisa Takei shook her finger, feigning ease: "If I were to participate, wouldn't everyone else be guaranteed to lose?"

Mako Someya looked speechless: "She really dares to say that..."

Hisa Takei, who loved to stir up trouble, set the match as a East Round, which was Yuki Kataoka's specialty, shortening the game time and changing the rules to involve high stakes—in other words, a game where the points would become increasingly difficult to control.

As the game began, everyone seemed to have something on their minds.

Kageyama Sora thought that Saki Miyanaga must be intending to keep playing for a plus-minus-zero result to muddle through this match.

Haramura Nodoka, on the other hand, was determined to seize this hard-won opportunity...

Only Yuki Kataoka said carelessly: "Is Saki-chan going to play for plus-minus-zero again this time?"

Before Saki Miyanaga could answer, Mako Someya, who hadn't been there yesterday, looked lazy and unconvinced: "How could something like plus-minus-zero even be possible... especially in a shortened East Round game like this."

Chapter 19: Mahjong Played for Victory

Golden sunlight filtered through the windows of the Mahjong Club, casting golden trails of dancing dust motes across the floor.

Everyone sat together at the mahjong table, waiting for the upcoming match.

Compared to the oppressive gloom of yesterday's rain, the Mahjong Club today felt as if it had been steeped in the entirety of the spring sun.

Haramura Nodoka rubbed her fingertips against the mahjong tiles, creating a faint, rustling sound.

To her right, Saki Miyanaga sat with her legs pressed together, looking like a well-behaved girl; to her left, Yuki Kataoka sat with her legs crossed, her pleated skirt rippling with the movement, offering a glimpse of hidden spring scenery; opposite them, Mako Someya adjusted her glasses, her thoughts a mystery to everyone.

When the first die clattered crisply against the porcelain cup, Yuki Kataoka's eyes suddenly lit up.

Because they had specifically chosen the East Round, where Yuki Kataoka excelled, she started off with a momentum like a rainbow, declaring wins one after another.

Kageyama Sora leaned back in his chair, the tea cup poured by Hisa Takei reflecting the swaying hair of the girls.

He watched the fluttering eyelashes of Yuki Kataoka as she pushed down the tile wall for the third time, and suddenly chuckled: "I noticed it yesterday, I noticed it yesterday—this boisterous little girl is exceptionally strong during the East Round."

Seeing Kageyama Sora's reaction, Hisa Takei revealed a meaningful smile: "You noticed that too? Yuki is the type who is incredibly aggressive in the East Round, but becomes quiet once the South Round begins."

"That's only natural!" Yuki Kataoka said with a grin upon hearing their discussion: "A genius's concentration is a limited edition, you know~"

Beside her, Haramura Nodoka rolled her eyes coolly: "Isn't that just a lack of patience!"

Teased by her best friend, Yuki Kataoka laughed even more happily: "Exactly so."

Before the words had even faded, Yuki Kataoka's expression suddenly froze—Haramura Nodoka pushed down her hand, the curve of her lips carrying a sly smile: "Win."

In the following rounds, everyone had their share of wins and losses, and Kageyama Sora and Hisa Takei noticed something: Saki Miyanaga had several opportunities to win but chose not to, even passing up chances for big hands, insisting instead on maintaining a score of zero.

Moreover, it wasn't just the final score that was zero; she even accounted for dealer bonuses and point returns.

Regarding this, Hisa Takei's expression became increasingly inscrutable: "This child, Saki Miyanaga, cares about nothing other than that zero score."