Walking into the house, we followed the Spencer family into the spacious living room... which should be said to be truly vast and luxurious.
The temperature inside is refreshing and pleasant, in sharp contrast to the muggy weather outside.
Everyone sat down in front of the sofa arranged in the shape of a "pin". Kato Yusuke and Mr. Spencer sat alone, while Eiri and Mrs. Sayuri sat together.
The maids in conservative long skirts quickly served black tea.
The soft sofa made of velvet fabric is very comfortable, and there seems to be some other material added inside. It feels smooth and delicate while also having a hint of coolness.
The large crystal lamp hanging from the high ceiling was emitting bright light, illuminating all the large and small ornaments in the room.
From the retro Western clock, to the famous paintings on the wall, to the medieval-style gramophone, and the PS3 under the oversized wall-mounted TV...
Hmm...? There seems to be something strange mixed in.
Kato Yusuke couldn't help but take another look. In addition to confirming that he was right, he also saw a complete home theater.
"Maybe Eri-ri is playing with it."——He had a subtle misunderstanding. After all, no matter how he thought about it, the Spencers didn't seem to know how to play with these things.
While thinking about it, he picked up a piece of sugar cube and put it into the black tea in front of him. Then he gently stirred it with a teaspoon, and the white sugar cube dissolved into the orange-yellow tea soup.
Picking up the tea cup and taking a sip, the overflowing aroma of tea spreads in the mouth. The entrance is delicate and smooth, with a hint of sweetness, full of the flavor of capitalism.
In this peaceful atmosphere, Mr. Spencer spoke.
"Well, Kato-chan, although you probably already know about Eiri Riri, let me introduce you again."
He looked at Kato Yusuke, and saw that the other person immediately put down his tea cup and looked like he was listening. He continued to speak with approval in his heart.
"My name is Leonard Spencer, and I am a British diplomat stationed in Japan. Because I have spent more than twenty years in Japan, there is no need to worry about communication."
He looked at the young woman again.
"Sitting over there is my wife, Sayuri Sawamura. As you can see, she is the number one beauty in Japan in my opinion."
"Ah la ah la."
Hearing his words, Sayuri Sawamura raised a hand, covered her mouth with the long sleeve of her kimono and chuckled: "No. 1 in Japan or something..."
Just when Kato Yusuke thought she was going to be modest, the other party said this.
"That is to say, there is still a world number one couple in your heart, right? Who is that person... No, it seems that there was such a character when we were in love for a year."
Sayuri Sawamura walked over to Leonard Spencer and sat down next to him with a kind face.
"Could it be that childhood sweetheart of yours in England? My dear~"
"...!"
The sudden change in painting style stunned everyone, let alone Leonard Spencer who faced this sense of oppression.
"Xiao, Sayuri? Wait, I didn't mean that. Please listen to my explanation!"
The diplomat's calmness and calmness have long since disappeared, and now there is only a middle-aged man here who seems to have been caught by his wife.
It seems that married life is the same all over the world...
Kato Yusuke silently thought to himself, but if he just looked at it like this, there was no guarantee that the conflict would not intensify in the future, so he looked at Eiriri.
The girl was seen quietly drinking black tea, her eyes focused on the two people at the center of the incident, and her ears were raised to listen to the conversation of her parents.
Seeing this, Kato Yusuke hesitated for a moment, silently walked to sit next to the girl, patted her shoulder and whispered.
"Don't you have to stop them, Sawamura-san?"
"...Ah!" It seemed that because she was too concentrated, Eiri was suddenly startled by the force on her shoulder. After hearing that it was Kato Yusuke, she moved her shoulders and complained softly.
"Don't come over suddenly..."
Then she answered Kato Yusuke's question. She lowered her voice and said: "...They will occasionally quarrel about some things. I think it's okay not to worry about it. After all, they were arguing about the kingly role in the bishoujo game before.
After a while..."
"...To argue over something like this, does that mean your parents are also otakus?"
"Otakus also have a hierarchy. People like my dad will put on plaid shirts and jeans when holidays come, and go shopping on the streets of Akihabara with the exaggerated movements of foreign otaku tourists. At best, they are just
A consumer house.”
The girl explained subconsciously.
"The most powerful one is my mother. She has been active in the fandom since the C-wing period. She is a very powerful creator. The scope of her work covers not only BL, but also lolita and mature women (including her own character setting)
Including everything, this kind of otaku belongs to the production type.”
Having said this, Eiriri suddenly reacted and hurriedly turned back to observe Kato Yusuke's expression, only to find that it was already too late.
The young man was looking at her with a meaningful and strange expression and said: "My parents are very easy-going, just like ordinary parents." You seem to have said so...?"
No need for Yusuke Kato to remind her, the scene in the second art room that day clearly emerged in Eri's mind.
The shame brought about by this quickly dyed her cheeks red, and even the sapphire eyes were shaken violently.
"It's not...that...this is..."
"This is?"
"So...so..."
"so?"
"That...that is..."
"that is?"
Kato Yusuke seemed to be smiling but not smiling. Because Eiriri's current attitude, words and voice were so masochistic, people couldn't help but want to go further.
So he spoke.
"No wonder your hobbies and interests are...well, so precocious."
Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, Yinglili's expression froze on her face.
then……
When the "coquettish" side reaches its extreme, the "arrogant" side will naturally emerge.
The specific performance is...
despair--
The little black silk feet wrapped in slippers stepped hard on his instep and spun back and forth vigorously.
"It's so noisy! This situation is "normal" in my house. Do you have any dissatisfaction??!"
Yinglili said angrily.
"Besides, you, an NTR artist, have no right to question other people's hobbies, you scumbag! Pervert!"
Facing the girl's anger, Kato Yusuke opened his mouth. Just when he was about to say some words of comfort, a faint voice sounded from the side.
"Ah la ah la, you two have such a good relationship~"
Looking up, I saw that the couple who had been arguing just now had stopped at some point and were looking at the two of them with ambiguous expressions.
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