Chapter 83: Natsume Mio, Here To Kill
What foot fetish?! I’m not!
Mikazuki Haruna said, “I just dreamed of these plots and then drew them. If you’re talking about foot fetish, then it’s not me, it’s Lord Benzaiten who sent me the dream.”
“Actually, there’s nothing wrong with it. Everyone likes to see it. Don’t stop drawing just because I said this.” Sakamoto Ken said.
“I won’t be influenced by you, and the serialization has just begun. I will surpass you.” Mikazuki Haruna said.
“Very ambitious, but I won’t hold back.” Sakamoto Ken said.
Mikazuki Haruna didn’t respond to this, just silently staring at Sakamoto Ken, her gaze lingering on his face for a long time.
“Speaking of which…” Mikazuki Haruna’s tone was slightly hesitant. She considered her words before continuing, “Before the live broadcast that day, had we met?”
“We had.” Sakamoto Ken nodded affirmatively.
“Eh?” Mikazuki Haruna quickly asked, “Actually, you remember me, right?”
This guy is just like Natsume Mio.
Sakamoto Ken had already figured out what that “dream” was through Natsume Mio’s explanation.
He had complete memories from the previous life, while they only had partial memories about him.
Because the memories were incomplete, they mistook them for some kind of dream.
Sakamoto Ken shook his head and said, “That day I went to the editorial department to discuss the manuscript with Editor Kaji. When I came out, I saw you, but we didn’t know each other at the time.”
“That day…” Mikazuki Haruna noticed that Sakamoto Ken’s understanding was a bit different from hers, and she felt some disappointment. She recalled and said, “So it really was you that day. I thought I had seen wrong.”
“You know me?” Sakamoto Ken asked in return.
Before she could answer, Sakamoto Ken chuckled and said in a joking tone, “It couldn’t be another dream from Lord Benzaiten, seeing me in a dream? Then I’d be the dream lover.”
Mikazuki Haruna wanted to deny it, but the words stuck in her throat and she swallowed them back.
She had always thought Sakamoto Ken was her “dream lover,” but this was something she could only think to herself. She couldn’t say it to his face!
After all, it had always been her having all sorts of one-sided thoughts about him.
But those scenes were rooted in her memory, no different from real events.
Looking at Sakamoto Ken in front of her, the scenes of being with him would naturally appear in her mind.
Especially that noon ten days ago, when she napped and actually dreamed of doing that with him.
Unfortunately, she had just started demanding he do it again when Shijiyuan woke her up…
Later, although she dreamed of those scenes at night too, none were as real as that noon.
Thinking back more than a month ago, right after waking from that nap, she still thought everything she saw in the dream was her own wild imagination. She really believed Lord Benzaiten had sent her a manga in a dream for her to create.
Until she saw Sakamoto Ken in reality and confirmed his face matched exactly the one in her memory.
This guy even had the same gaze always staring at her legs as in the memory…
Today at his home, he even brought out that sketchbook with the manga setting draft.
Clearly, 《Young Lady, sniper rifle, and pantyhose!》 this manga is his work.
However, it was his future work, currently still just in the idea stage.
In the end, I stole it from him!
Good thing he didn’t draw the main content, or else “similar idea” wouldn’t cut it as an excuse—that would be outright plagiarism.
Actually, Mikazuki Haruna had very complex emotions.
On one hand, she felt the person opposite her was her closest one.
On the other hand, he didn’t seem to have these memories.
But most importantly, in that memory, she had killed him…
Though only one of the three killers, she did draw her sword and personally felt the resistance of the blade piercing the body.
Luckily, in reality, there was only her and A Jian, no other two inexplicable women…
……
“Knock knock knock!”
Footsteps came from the apartment stairs. The wooden house had poor soundproofing, so it was very clear.
Mikazuki Haruna didn’t pay attention, but she saw Sakamoto Ken suddenly turn to look at the room door, his ears perked up.
“How is she…”
Sakamoto Ken opened his mouth, about to blurt something out, but seeing Haruna right beside him, he swallowed the words.
He got up directly and went to the doorway.
He was very familiar with the footsteps outside just now—or rather, he was very familiar with their footsteps.
Haruna’s footsteps were more loose and leisurely, and light. After the heel touched down, the sole gently followed. Even in hard-soled shoes, they wouldn’t make much noise.
Mio’s were much more hurried, each step solid. This had something to do with her kendo practice—always rushing in and out, especially barefoot, her soles slapping the ground with a “pat pat” sound.
As for Ai, her footsteps were the lightest—not leisurely like Haruna’s, but like a cat’s soft steps. Barefoot, you couldn’t hear a thing, and she often sneaked up from behind.
The series of footsteps now definitely came from Natsume Mio.
It’s Wednesday today. Aren’t you filming at the club? No need to work at the convenience store. Why come to my place?!
And without even notifying on LINE beforehand.
Trying to surprise me?
Mikazuki Haruna also sensed something was off. She straightened up, hand on the table, ready to stand.
Natsume Mio walked fast; the footsteps had reached this corridor and stopped at the door a few seconds later.
“Bang bang!”
The room door was lightly knocked twice.
Sakamoto Ken was still a few steps from the room door. He looked back—himself alone with a girl, another arriving… an incredibly familiar scene.
“Bang bang!”
Another knock.
Calm down, this isn’t the previous life… Sakamoto Ken silently told himself.
He had no intimate relationship with them. Even if Natsume Mio saw him and Mikazuki Haruna in the room together, so what?
Not to mention just being in the same room—even if they were disheveled and doing intimate things, what could she say?
What, want to join in?
Sakamoto Ken’s instinctive reaction just now was completely from the psychological shadow of the previous life.
For a moment, his heart raced, blood pressure rising.
Of course, just for a moment.
Seeing Sakamoto Ken hesitating there, Mikazuki Haruna walked toward the door with some doubt and asked, “Who’s knocking outside? Not opening?”
Sakamoto Ken took a deep breath, adjusted his mindset, didn’t answer her question, and went straight to the door.
He gripped the doorknob and opened the room door.
