Although the pervert was powerful and quite handsome, after all, he was still a teenage boy in puberty. Having strange thoughts about beautiful females was something inevitable.
'Sigh, in the end, it's all because of my damn charm!'
'Captivated by your figure?'
'Feels... not even close to Bocchi.'
Actually, Soyo was also pretty great, but during the tutoring incident last time, Kaito had personally experienced the heart of a little introvert. Because he had experienced it, he had more authority to speak on the matter.
'Gotta say, heavy, very substantial.'
'Just a little blade girl, laughable at best.'
If Kaito were to rank the girls around him, Bocchi and Soyo would no doubt be at the top of the strength tier, true powerhouses standing above all.
Yumiko would be a step below those two, temporarily in T2.
As for Gremlin Ryou, she barely rated a B, slightly above the average line, which could put her in T3.
The rest, like Kita, Nijika, Anon and the like, didn't even have a B, all should sit at the kids' table. Kumiko was no exception.
"What's with that look in your eyes?", Kumiko wrinkled her cute little nose thoughtfully, "Or wait... pervert, are you actually one of those... tsunderes?"
Pak!
The power of the Personality Correction Fist was unquestionable. One moment Kumiko was proud and smug, the next she was clutching her head, nearly in tears.
Kaito coldly ignored her accusing gaze and introduced, "This is Miss Wakaba, the one you saw last time. She'll be staying here for a while."
"Staying is fine, but why hit me...", Kumiko pouted in dissatisfaction but still looked over at Wakaba Mutsumi.
The cucumber spirit hadn't spoken from the beginning, quietly watching this bickering "father-daughter" (not really) duo, with a faint smile on her lips.
Though faint, it was definitely there.
Meeting Kumiko's gaze, she didn't feel awkward and calmly greeted, "Good evening."
The young blade girl wasn't unfamiliar with the girl in front of her, they had seen each other last time at Wakaba's villa, just didn't really talk much.
However, seeing that the other also had long green hair like herself, Kumiko instinctively felt a bit of affection toward her.
The girl cleared her throat and said seriously, "My name is Kumiko, a divine blade spirit, and the second greatest being in this household. As for the third... just a fat cat, not worth mentioning."
"Meow! Meow!"
'Who are you calling fat!'
Kirara, who had snuck over unnoticed, meowed in protest, then rubbed against Kaito's leg, 'Boss, look at her!'
Actually, the relationship between this blade and cat wasn't that bad. When Kaito wasn't home, the two got along decently well, more like bickering friends.
Wakaba Mutsumi liked this kind of atmosphere. It had a warm, family-like feel, far better than a luxurious but cold mansion.
"Besides the bedroom I stay in, you can pick any of the other vacant rooms," Kaito stepped past the entryway, carrying the groceries into the kitchen, "Dinner will take a bit longer. If you're bored, Miss Wakaba, you can watch some TV in the living room."
"Mutsumi," The doll-like girl softly opened her cherry lips, uttering a simple unit of data.
"Hm?", Kaito didn't quite get her meaning.
"Call me Mutsumi, or Little Mutsumi."
The cucumber spirit looked at him with those brilliant golden eyes, "Don't call me Miss Wakaba."
'Because it sounds too cold.'
'I don't want to become distant from you.'
The girl didn't have many friends. Besides Sakiko, there were only the former bandmates who had also drifted apart after the group disbanded.
Now, it felt like there was once again someone she wanted to get close to.
Sakiko aside for now.
'If Soyo knew will she be happy for me?'
"Then I'll call you Little Mutsumi," Kaito didn't mind. After all, they were going to live together for three months. Just using her surname did feel too distant.
Two simple characters, a name that had been called by friends many times in the past.
Wakaba Mutsumi lowered her gaze slightly. Her long lashes trembled lightly, like a butterfly about to take flight, hiding the stirring emotions in her golden eyes.
She raised one slender white hand and gently pressed it to her chest.
At that moment, hearing his voice, this place felt warm and soft, as if a baby bird had fluttered into her heart.
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Chapter 108: Nagasaki Soyo: Mutsumi's in love?
Even though there was one more person in the house, for Kaito, there really wasn't much of a special emotional feeling.
Mutsumi's personality was relatively introverted, not the outgoing type like Kita and Nijika. With them around, the atmosphere always became lively.
Except for the morning greetings, the "I'm heading out" when leaving the house, and the "I'm home" upon return, she usually spoke little during the day, always silently doing her own thing, carrying the melancholic aura of a literary girl.
She didn't have many hobbies either. If one had to say, aside from drinking mango juice, playing guitar could probably count as one?
And what's more, unexpectedly so, different from her quiet and silent appearance, the style of music Mutsumi liked was not the gentle and soothing type, but rather leaned more towards explosive and shocking heavy metal.
When a delicate and fragile girl cradled a seven-string heavy guitar, her slender, fair fingertips flying like wild bees, the green guitar pick almost leaving afterimages from her speed, playing an intense and even violent tune, the extreme contrast was enough to make anyone's jaw drop.
Such performances were certainly exhilarating, but without a proper soundproof environment, there would inevitably be noise complaints.
The standalone house that Kaito lived in didn't have those conditions. But cultivators naturally had the ways of cultivators. A simple soundproof formation was more effective than even the basement at Mutsumi's old home. Let alone guitar-playing, even if she screamed at the top of her lungs, no one outside the house would hear.
In the blink of an eye, it was Thursday.
This was the fourth day since Wakaba Mutsumi came to her new environment. The girl had already fully adapted to the life here.
Waking up in the morning, she would greet Kaito as usual, eat breakfast together, head off to school, and part ways at the train station.
Just this kind of simple routine made her feel happiness from the bottom of her heart.
[Tsukinomori Women's University]
As one of Tokyo's well-known elite academies, this place wasn't like the many TV dramas where the school gate was filled with all kinds of luxury cars every morning.
The reason was also simple, Tsuki no Mori lacked everything but rich young ladies. Luxury cars and chauffeurs were standard. If there were no restrictions, "You come by car, I come by car," it would easily clog the school gate and affect traffic, not to mention the safety risks.
From the train station, it was just a few hundred meters' walk to the school gate.
A girl with light green long hair held her bag in front with both hands, silently walking past chatting and laughing classmates, her thin figure walking alone among the crowd, seeming a little lonely.
Wakaba Mutsumi didn't have many friends.
Ever since Anon transferred, the only person she could still talk to in school was Soyo.
But Soyo had many friends. She had a gentle personality and could easily blend into the larger environment. She was never lacking companions to chat and laugh with.
So, more often than not, Wakaba Mutsumi could only come alone to the gardening club, spending time with the cucumbers they planted.
However
Thinking of a certain someone's figure, a little warmth appeared in the girl's golden eyes.
She was no longer alone now.
"Good day, Nagasaki-san~"
"Good day~"
"Soyo-san, you look like you're in a good mood today? Don't tell me you're in love?"
"Mm-hmm~"
"Eh You actually guessed right?"
A familiar female voice suddenly came from ahead. Wakaba Mutsumi slightly raised her head and quickly spotted a familiar chestnut-brown hair.
The girl named "Nagasaki Soyo" had a sincere, gentle smile on her pretty face as she chatted with the friend beside her.
"Mutsumi?", Soyo's sky-blue beautiful eyes casually swept over the light green-haired girl beside her, and her mood grew slightly complicated.
To speak truthfully, though they were friends and once members of the same band, when it came to Mutsumi, she did harbor some resentment.
If, back then, Mutsumi hadn't said those words"I never found being in the band fun"even if 'CRYCHIC' was destined to disband in the end, at least they could've had a proper farewell.
At that time, Soyo had been a love-starved little girl. 'CRYCHIC' and Anon were among the few important things in her life. That was also the happiest period she'd experienced.
So she didn't want to let go, and couldn't let go.
With the thought that ("Since you're the one who turned everyone in CRYCHIC into this mess, you must atone for it,") Soyo had done some pretty awful things to Mutsumi.
To put it plainly: it was emotional manipulation.
At the time, she hadn't thought much of it.
But ever since meeting Kaito, the emptiness inside Soyo gradually began to fill.
She still missed CRYCHIC, but she was no longer as obsessed as before.
Because she had found something better, and more important.
So, when she looked back on the things she'd done to Mutsumi, an uncontrollable sense of guilt arose in the girl's heart.
"Sorry, I've got something to take care of," Apologizing to the friend beside her, Nagasaki Soyo quickly walked up to the green-haired girl and once again showed a gentle smile, "Good day, Mutsumi~"
"Good day," Wakaba Mutsumi hesitated a bit. In the past, Soyo had also smiled at her, but those smiles never reached her eyes, more like wearing a mask named "smile."
This was the first time she saw Soyo smile so gently, so sincerely, as if they had returned to the past.
"Soyo are you happy?"
"There really is something to be happy about," Nagasaki Soyo's eyes curved into a smile, as if through Mutsumi's eyes, she saw another person's presence.
Their last date had been a huge success.
Although two annoying third wheels showed up in the end, the overall result was still quite satisfying. Surely, she must've left a good impression in Kaito's heart.
As long as she kept up this rhythm, slowly accumulated favor, and outcompeted the other vixens, winning the handsome guy was only a matter of time.
The legal marriage age in Japan was eighteen, regardless of gender.
Soyo was seventeen this year, just one year away from the legal marriage age.
But that wasn't a problem. Even if they couldn't get married right away, as long as she got together with Kaito, getting engaged first would be fine.
With the title of fiance, she could naturally become part of Kaito's life, and even
Live together.
Just thinking about those two words made Soyo's pretty face blush, her breathing quicken slightly, and her heart pound like a drum.
'No, I can't think about it anymore!'
To avoid showing an improper expression in front of Mutsumi, the girl gently let out a breath and resumed her calm and gentle demeanor, "Enough about me but Mutsumi, I feel like you've changed a lot."
If the old Mutsumi was like a stuffy gourd who always stayed silent, then the girl now was like a lively cucumber, gently nourished by clear water.
'Come to think of it, this look oddly feels like dj vu, it makes one think of a girl immersed in love.'
'Could it be Mutsumi is also in love?'
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Chapter 109: Soyos Wonderful Plan to Set the World at Ease
Wakaba Mutsumi hesitated for a moment.
Soyo was currently one of her few friends, and this kind of thing, it really didn't seem necessary to hide it from her.
Moreover it was also her first time liking a boy, and she still didn't really know how to express her own feelings.
If she could get Soyo to help come up with an idea, that would be a good thing for her.
With that thought in mind, the green-haired girl lightly nodded her delicate head, "Because I've come to like someone."
'I really guessed it right?', To be honest, Nagasaki Soyo found it hard to imagine that little Mutsumi would actually have a day when she fell in love.
After all, her friend had always displayed a personality that was indifferent to everything around her.
She was beautiful indeed, but more like a stiff doll.
'Turns out even dolls can have feelings?', Soyo suddenly felt a bit curious.
'What kind of guy can make little Mutsumi fall for him?'
'He can't possibly be the same emotionless type too, right?'
'Two icebergs coming together', just imagining that scene made Soyo involuntarily facepalm, laughing and crying at the same time.
As if she could see what Soyo was thinking, Wakaba Mutsumi slightly shook her head and softly said, "He's a very warm person, not like me."
'Like a bonfire in the cold winter, selflessly emitting his own light and warmth.'
'Like a moth such as herself, even if I have to face the fate of being burned to ashes, I still want to get closer, just to grasp that light and feel that heat.'
In the girl's golden eyes, those deep emotions only flickered for a moment.
But Soyo still keenly caught them.
Clearly, the last time she saw little Mutsumi, she hadn't changed so much yet.
It was just a Golden Week holiday, such a short time had passed, and it already made Mutsumi fall this deeply, like she had been put under a love spell
Nagasaki Soyo gently exhaled.
'Is that man really so outstanding that Mutsumi can't help herself, or is it that'
'Some shady means were used behind the scenes?'
It wasn't surprising that she'd think so.
