Natural Swordmaster 97

Title: Was All This Part of Your Calculations?

The next morning, except for Shinnosuke, all the Service Club members woke up early. After all, today they were going to buy a smartphone for Shinomiya Kaguya.

This was also the first club activity of the Service Club.

Yukino no longer pursued “authenticity.” The existence of the Service Club was still very necessary. It was her club. Providing help to others within her capabilities was a very pleasant thing.

Most importantly, Suotome Ai didn’t seem very interested in the Service Club.

Shinomiya Kaguya and Hayasaka Ai also woke up early.

Under normal circumstances, the Shinomiya family would definitely not allow Kaguya to go shopping at the mall on the weekend.

Kaguya’s older brothers really treated her like a canary in a cage, simply keeping her, waiting for the right opportunity to marry Kaguya off for the benefit of the Shinomiya family.

However, this time, Hayasaka argued strongly, saying that this was a necessary action to build a good relationship with Suotome Ai, only then did Kaguya get the chance to go shopping.

Although she was the eldest daughter of the Shinomiya family, Kaguya’s daily life was very painful, without the slightest freedom.

“Hayasaka, how do I look today?”

“Young lady is as beautiful as ever, naturally beautiful.”

Seeing Kaguya, who was no different from usual, Hayasaka felt somewhat helpless.

Her young lady wasn’t very good at dressing up, nor was she interested in dressing up. She always believed that natural beauty didn’t need polishing.

But Hayasaka didn’t think that a young lady like this could conquer that man named Nohara Shinnosuke.

Although her young lady was very beautiful, her body was indeed a bit thin, and that man named Nohara Shinnosuke was a shallow man who only looked at appearances.

Because she wanted to build a good relationship with Suotome Ai, it was best not to get too close to Shinnosuke.

Deep down, Hayasaka didn’t think that Suotome Ai would really end up with Shinnosuke.

Did women from large families have the right to choose their own marriages?

Kaguya was very satisfied with Hayasaka’s answer.

“Everything is arranged?”

“Rest assured, young lady. Except for a few important bodyguards, no one will follow us. You can enjoy a perfect weekend.”

Hearing Hayasaka’s words, Kaguya also became excited.

A weekend without being bound by family, being able to go shopping with classmates, having her first friend besides Hayasaka, wasn’t this too wonderful?

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After waking up from her sleep, Yukino remembered her dream from yesterday and felt somewhat doubtful about her life.

What was that all about? Why did she have to be a pet in the dream, unable to be the master?

Thinking of this, Yukino immediately got up, washed her face, changed her clothes, and knocked on Shinnosuke’s bedroom door.

As expected, Shinnosuke was still fast asleep, completely unaware of the club activities.

He rubbed his eyes and woke up, opening his bedroom door.

“Yukinon, why did you come so early?”

“Club activities! Did you forget?”

“Can’t we buy a phone online? Why do we have to go to the mall?”

“...”

That was a good question; Yukino couldn’t answer it either. Indeed, online shopping was more practical.

But since this was a rare club activity, it would naturally be more fun if everyone participated.

“Alright, stop talking nonsense! I’ve already asked my sister to help buy a limited edition Gundam figure! Don’t you want it?”

“...”

Shinnosuke turned around and went back into his room. In just two seconds, he had already changed his clothes, making Yukino very impressed. Such speed was too exaggerated.

“Let’s go!”

For the limited edition Gundam figure!

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The meeting place was a coffee shop called Zebra Butt. For some reason, there were so many shops with strange names in Japan.

“Kasumigaoka-senpai, why does your face look so bad? Staying up late again?”

Eriri, who entered the coffee shop, saw Utaha and was immediately shocked.

The dark circles under Utaha’s eyes were too thick; her whole body looked like a zombie.

Truly an annoying woman! Having such a sexy body, but not knowing how to use it, only knowing how to stay up late every day!

Eriri herself wasn’t actually much different; she also often stayed up late to draw doujinshi, just not as extreme as Utaha.

“Don’t mention it, for the sake of publication, I have to do the final revisions of the manuscript. I’ve been busy with that for the past two days.”

“It’s been confirmed for publication?!”

Eriri was very surprised, not expecting Utaha to be so talented. Her first novel directly won the newcomer gold award and was even confirmed for publication. It was truly envious!

Why could she only be a doujinshi artist that no one saw?

This must be her mother’s fault, right? Parents who raised their daughters like that were truly unique.

“Yes, it’s been confirmed for publication, and it will get the best promotion.”

When talking about her work, Utaha’s expression was somewhat bitter. The storyline had been completely changed; it was no longer her original work, changed mercilessly.

But even so, with the massive promotion, it should become a popular work.

In order to maximize the appeal of her work within the framework given by Suotome Ai, Utaha had tried hard.

“Hey, Kasumigaoka, how about I ask you for something?”

“Want to win once in the novel?”

Eriri spoke; Utaha already knew what she wanted.

“That’s right! Of course, I want to win! After all, your work will be published soon, and at that time, everyone who sees this book will know my love story with Shinnosuke!”

“Aren’t you my love advisor? Can’t you let me win just once?”

“Sorry, Sawamura-san, the storyline has already been discussed with the editor; it can’t be easily changed.”

Glancing at Eriri with pity, Utaha knew that Eriri had no chance of winning.

‘Everything is under that young lady’s control. Perhaps even our club activities today are being secretly monitored by that young lady.’

‘Even I have become a puppet under the power of capital.’

But as soon as she thought of the royalties she would get after her novel was published, Utaha couldn’t refuse.

It was too tempting!

“Is that so? Indeed, there’s no other way. The illustrator matter, haven’t we agreed on it from the beginning! Don’t forget!”

Remembering this, Utaha’s heart felt even more pity.

Because the storyline was completely changed, the illustrations that Eriri needed to draw also changed a lot.

Thinking of this, she felt even more horrified. Was letting Eriri draw illustrations of herself becoming that young lady’s plaything also part of her calculations?