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The King of Tokyo Freeloaders [75]

Left with no choice, Akira clenched the high-heeled shoes between his teeth and scooped up Tashiro-san into his arms.

“Uwah…”

Feeling the large hand suddenly pressing against her backside, the semi-conscious Tashiro-san let out a sultry sigh.

But right now, Akira wasn’t in any state of mind to enjoy it. Awkwardly pressed chest-to-chest with her, he crab-walked stiffly toward the house, like a laborer lugging a sack of cement.

Despite the short distance home, Ak...

The King of Tokyo Freeloaders [74]

Kuroba Akira went downstairs to retrieve his laptop. Earlier, when carrying Shion upstairs, both his hands had been occupied, leaving no room to pick it up.

As he packed away his laptop in the living room, a meow came from just outside.

Only one stray cat would visit the Kobayashi household at this hour: Kuroo.

Akira opened the sliding door to the courtyard with practiced familiarity. A flash of white darted inside—indeed, it was Kuroo.

Acting as if it owned the plac...

The King of Tokyo Freeloaders [73]

Kuroba Akira glanced around and found Shion right next to him, asleep with her head resting on the table, breathing softly.

Her sleeping face is still as captivating as ever…though that defenseless, drooling expression from this morning was definitely cuter.

Considering how late it was, Shion must’ve completely exhausted her stamina and mental strength after spending the entire day pulling weeds and then practicing voice acting all evening.

But sleeping slumped ...

The King of Tokyo Freeloaders [72]

“Then keep up your practice. I’m getting back to writing my novel.”

“Mm!”

Shion felt her determination renew once more. Working hard together, encouraging each other as friends… it filled her heart with newfound resolve.

Meanwhile, Akira, now with his emotions sorted out, turned his attention back to his creative work.

No problem…I can write this with my own experiences.

He had read countless outstanding works before; he could borrow some e...

The King of Tokyo Freeloaders [71]

“I’m fine now, Shion. You can go back to your practice.”

Having pulled himself together, Kuroba Akira was ready to dive back into his creative work.

But then it occurred to him that he hadn’t been paying attention to Shion’s progress with voice acting. Whenever Akira entered a state of intense focus, he became deaf to everything around him.

He used to listen to music while working—not to enjoy the music itself, but rather to enter a state where he could no longer...

Starting a New Life in Tokyo by Inheriting a Shopping Street [45]

Ogawa Fumika gently patted her body dry with a towel, examining her reflection closely in the mirror.

Her wet hair was wrapped snugly in a soft pink hair towel, accentuating the flush on her freshly bathed cheeks, and her misty, peach-blossom eyes were heartbreakingly charming.

She crossed one arm over her chest, gripping her other arm softly, supporting the “heavy responsibility” and slightly easing the strain on her shoulders.

Her slender waist was so slim it made a st...

Starting a New Life in Tokyo by Inheriting a Shopping Street [44]

Just two days ago, she had been the aloof Student Council President, the ice queen admired from afar by countless boys.

Yet now, she was scrubbing the floor in a skimpy maid uniform, enduring harassment from a male classmate.

This is…so incredible!

…

…

…

Akiyama Tsuki’s stubborn facade finally cracked completely, and her true, perverted self began openly surfacing.

Suddenly, Chiba Shuuichi’s phone buzzed, forcing him to reluctantly withdra...

Starting a New Life in Tokyo by Inheriting a Shopping Street [43]

In Japan, hardly anyone understood the actual effects of goji berries—but Mrs. Akiyama happened to be one of the few who did. She had even given them to her late husband before!

Recalling how her husband had indulged himself relentlessly back then, becoming increasingly thin until she had no choice but to prepare special tonics for him, Mrs. Akiyama smiled nostalgically.

She thoughtfully regarded her eldest daughter, seeing something of her younger self reflected in Tsuki. Conne...

Starting a New Life in Tokyo by Inheriting a Shopping Street [42]

Compared to the extravagant breakfast, dinner was simpler—relatively speaking, of course. It was Mrs. Akiyama’s specialty, tonkotsu ramen.

As soon as he stepped into the shop, Chiba Shuuichi was captivated by the rich, irresistible aroma. His stomach immediately protested with a growl, mouth rapidly filling with saliva.

Any temptation posed by a little maid was instantly forgotten.

After all, one had to be well-fed first, then... hmm-hmm.

Walking straight to the co...

Starting a New Life in Tokyo by Inheriting a Shopping Street [41]

“What’s this nonsense about calling me 'young master'? And who exactly is the pervert here?” Chiba Shuuichi retorted, face darkening with exasperation. But after a brief pause, he continued thoughtfully, “As for these weird things... elaborate.”

“Young master, if I cooperate, will your little maid receive a reward?” Akiyama Tsuki licked her lips, anticipation glittering in her eyes.

“Come here,” Shuuichi said, calmly seated in his chair, beckoning her cl...

The Daily Life of Tokyo’s Phantom Thief [80]

Shiho Suzui’s ponytail swayed gently as she explained to the stunned Ann Takamaki:

“Honestly, I should’ve done this a long time ago. Before, I couldn’t gather the courage to quit the volleyball team—I was afraid of Kamoshida-sensei’s retaliation.”

“But after I met Rinto-kun, just before the school year started, I realized it wasn’t as scary as I imagined. If I really wanted to, I didn’t have to listen to what the adults told me.”

Shiho quietly glanced t...

The Daily Life of Tokyo’s Phantom Thief [79]

Ann felt certain now that it was Rinto who had inspired her to resist Kamoshida, helping her find the courage she lacked on her own.

In that desperate moment, the reason she hadn't fallen into despair, but instead managed to ignite the flame of rebellion, was definitely because of the strength he’d lent her.

Ann wasn't entirely sure how it worked, but she was absolutely convinced of it.

Rinto had fortified her heart, ignited her desires, and guided her onto a new path.

The Daily Life of Tokyo’s Phantom Thief [78]

It seemed Kawakami-sensei had completely misunderstood and assumed he and Ann were dating.

Rinto was about to explain, but Kawakami-sensei smoothly continued her lecture:

“And regarding... those really intimate activities, remember to use proper protection and do it at home. While you’re at school, keep everything above the neck, and absolutely no going all the way in the infirmary.”

“I don’t even know why, but even back when I was a student, the infirmary was alwa...

The Daily Life of Tokyo’s Phantom Thief [77]

After a chaotic morning, the atmosphere at Shujin Academy showed no sign of settling down.

Three of the four morning classes had become self-study sessions, as every teacher was preoccupied dealing with the police who had stormed the school after receiving the report.

Moreover, no one knew exactly which journalist had spread the news at lightning speed, causing reporters from various media outlets to swarm every corner of the school, relentlessly taking pictures.

Na...

The Daily Life of Tokyo’s Phantom Thief [76]

In the silence, Momoka repeated herself softly:

“I don’t want to lose. That Guitar Hero’s skills are already professional-level, and judging by her appearance, she’s probably about the age I was when I dropped out—maybe even younger.”

“To have reached that level at such a young age, she must have practiced until it hurt. Six hours or more daily, blistering fingers, calluses forming, bleeding repeatedly, staining the guitar strings red with blood... She must’ve expe...

Band Girls’ Mixology Mission [170]

Countless questions swirled around in Uika’s mind.

Was Kikukawa Kyo truly the girl she’d met by the seaside?

If so, the persistent déjà vu she’d felt, the subtle "distance" in Kyo’s demeanor—all of it would suddenly make sense.

Even the way Kyo had abruptly pointed out, right in front of Mana, that Uika wasn’t satisfied with sumimi’s current style. It could be easily explained now.

Because that girl—at least as far as Uika remembered—was ex...

Band Girls’ Mixology Mission [169]

“I-I like you! Please go out with me…!”

On the school rooftop, a familiar scene from youthful days was unfolding—a confession, that most thrilling event of adolescence.

Yet one minor aspect set this particular scene apart—"minor" because, given today's climate, it wasn't exactly rare: both the person shyly offering a love letter and the one receiving it were girls.

Kikukawa Kyo blinked, looking at the petite, adorable girl before her. The girl's feet shifted nervou...

Band Girls’ Mixology Mission [168]

The scene instantly froze. Kikukawa Kyo had fully expected either Mana or Uika—at least one of them—to react and pick up her act, but instead, both just stood there dumbfounded.

Kyo, still deep in character, continued to play her part—a girl anxiously waiting after mustering the courage to confess her feelings.

This role wasn't too hard for Kyo to portray. After all, she'd witnessed similar scenes back in middle school when a few particularly outgoing classmates dared to con...

Band Girls’ Mixology Mission [167]

Though the "love triangle" theme would surely have drawn a huge wave of attention, in the end, it was still vetoed.

"Our manager probably wouldn't let it pass anyway," Uika had said.

After all, sumimi was currently sailing smoothly; all they needed to do was stay on course and properly digest the popularity they'd already garnered, and the results would naturally be good enough.

They weren’t some struggling, small-time group desperate for attention by resorting to risky gi...

Band Girls’ Mixology Mission [166]

“This was the inspiration we planned to use for the next song, before you joined us, Kyo-chan.”

Uika pulled up the document she'd been searching for on the computer, presenting it to Kikukawa Kyo.

“Let me take a look.” Brimming with excitement, Kyo immediately leaned in, studying it curiously.

The document itself wasn't particularly lengthy. To an outsider, it might even seem nonsensical—just a few lines resembling dialogue between two people discussing something v...

Arknights: I Became a Mobile City, but It’s a Lobotomy City [110]

What kind of monster is this...?

The soldiers of Leithanien were playing their instruments now with a sense of profound despair. Even though the harmony had long dissolved into a chaotic jumble of meaningless noise, they kept playing anyway.

But it wasn't surprising—Leithanien’s army had completely lost the ability to perform any coherent piece at this point.

If anything, their futile playing was more like a final, desperate attempt to cling to sanity.

Spo...

Arknights: I Became a Mobile City, but It’s a Lobotomy City [109]

As the saying goes: Haste makes waste.

Thus, it was understandable that Lobotomy Corporation might experience minor setbacks amidst the chaos of an external invasion.

In fact, when news of The City's invasion spread, many citizens briefly fell into a state of confusion.

However, this commotion quickly subsided.

It wasn't that the citizens were particularly confident in The City’s fighting power—after all, unless they worked for a Wing, few truly understood...

Arknights: I Became a Mobile City, but It’s a Lobotomy City [108]

After drawing this brand-new [Singularity] technology, Obsidian wasn't in a hurry to put it into action.

Ultimately, this was still just a lost [Singularity]—Obsidian planned to entrust it to a Workshop, letting them mass-produce fabrics using this technology.

Thus, his first task was to establish such a Workshop and outfit it immediately with the proper equipment. Hai personally handled the entire process. After twelve straight hours of overtim...

Arknights: I Became a Mobile City, but It’s a Lobotomy City [107]

It took Obsidian roughly a day to realize that the three lunatics camped outside Kazdel genuinely intended to attack The City.

On that day, Heal was discussing war preparations as usual with Theresa and Theresis. However, just twenty minutes into their conversation, Theresa’s face clouded over with concern, and she suddenly spoke up:

“Oh right, Heal… Earlier today, new intel arrived. We've figured out what the coalition is planning.”

“New movements? And here I thou...

Arknights: I Became a Mobile City, but It’s a Lobotomy City [106]

The coalition army fell into confusion.

They couldn’t understand it—why were the soldiers they'd killed yesterday back on the battlefield today?

Even if they hadn’t truly died, shouldn't they at least be severely wounded?

How had they become so lively again overnight?

And when they noticed today's newest anomaly, they grew even more bewildered.

What on earth are those flying drones with mechanical arms overhead?

Why does each arm have a n...