Chapter 75: The Second Girlfriend Slot Added Successfully

Hayami Rina’s favorability was now at max value, allowing a tenfold cashback. The money Kitahara had spent buying her the house would yield a return of over a billion.

This was no small sum!

It was enough to support Kitahara’s extravagant spending to his heart’s content.

And not just for a year or two—it would probably last him half a lifetime without being spent out.

This meant that from now on, Kitahara would never need to worry about money again.

He could freely buy any luxury item he desired, enjoy all kinds of top-tier services, and experience the most luxurious lifestyle.

Without exaggeration, he could live a life of luxury and fine dining for the rest of his days. Whether it was food, clothing, housing, transportation, or entertainment and leisure, every single aspect could reach the pinnacle of quality and comfort.

He no longer needed to work as hard as others just to earn a meager income to make ends meet, nor would he need to hold back from things he liked because of a thin wallet.

Except... why did it suddenly feel so bland and tasteless?

...

Back at the apartment building, the two ate lunch outside before returning home.

They hadn’t been able to shower properly at the "detached house," so after getting home, the two took a couple’s bath together, then went for an afternoon nap.

Kitahara Chiki could clearly sense that the current Hayami Rina was different from before. Her love for him now was especially intense, and when she looked at him, the affection in her eyes was almost overflowing.

It was a state bordering on obsession.

Kitahara really liked this version of her.

After waking up in the afternoon, he returned to his own home and called out the system:

"System bro, use all three of my remaining lottery chances to draw rewards in the ’arts and letters’ category!"

He still had three lottery chances unused. Kitahara decided to use them all at once.

It was impossible not to have goals to strive for—that was just talk. His goals had always been clear, and the readers probably knew them too, so there was no need to repeat them here.

Before that, Kitahara wanted to enhance his abilities to make his next plan more convenient.

"Ding! Host, are you sure? Draw all in arts and letters rewards?"

"Confirmed!"

"Very well. Rewards have been drawn. The host has obtained ’Advanced Culinary Mastery,’ ’Advanced Painting Mastery,’ and ’Advanced Writing Mastery.’ Rewards are now being distributed to the host. Please receive them."

The system’s emotionless voice rang out, yet to Kitahara it sounded so pleasant. He’d drawn exactly the writing ability he’d been hoping for on the first try. What great luck!

Hmm, even though the culinary and painting skills were pretty useless.

As the system’s voice fell, a massive influx of knowledge poured into Kitahara’s brain, making his head feel like it was about to split open.

Damn it, I was careless!

There was too much knowledge—it almost crashed him!

Countless culinary techniques: knife skills, heat control, ingredient selection, dish innovation and development, and other culinary knowledge.

Various painting fundamentals: color application, aesthetic sense, light and shadow, aesthetics, and other artistic knowledge related to painting.

And also a writer’s textual expression ability, literary foundation, literary accomplishment, how to innovate story plots, how to use literary techniques to express one’s thoughts, and so on—all kinds of writing-related talents.

All sorts of knowledge poured into his mind, chaotic and jumbled.

It took a long while before Kitahara recovered and sorted through all this knowledge, fully digesting it.

At this moment, he felt terrifyingly powerful!

He felt he could casually walk into any high-end restaurant and work as head chef, and no one could find fault with his dishes.

He could also make a living through painting, creating excellent works and selling them for considerable prices.

Most importantly, he could clearly feel that his writing ability had improved. The second volume of "Primitive Desire" on his desk, still unfinished, had several places he could improve with just a casual glance.

Those were places he hadn’t noticed before.

Because his previous ability wasn’t sufficient, he couldn’t spot these problems.

"System bro, with my current writing level, can I catch up to that Murakami guy? Can I write something like Norwegian Wood?"

Kitahara asked with some anticipation.

"No. Murakami Haruki is a master-level author. You still fall somewhat short. However, not by much. Among the younger generation of Japanese writers, you are already at the forefront."

The system answered.

Hearing this, Kitahara felt a tiny bit of disappointment, but he quickly rallied.

It was fine. Being this awesome was already enough. What more could he ask for!

A leading figure among young writers—that was prestigious enough!

He immediately felt the urge to write that book, Tokyo Love Story.

He wanted to truly make his name with a single book!

But before that, there was still something to do.

"System bro, add Matsuda Yumi as my second girlfriend!"

"Very well, added. Host’s second girlfriend, Matsuda Yumi’s information is as follows:

Matsuda Yumi, age 23.

Personality: Lively and cheerful, playful and optimistic, loves life. Full of energy, with fairly good adaptability."

Appearance: Above-average looks, above-average figure.

Favorability toward host: 92 points. (Spending on her now yields sixfold cashback.)

Wish: To become the host’s wife, build a family with the host, and bear children for the host.

Current mood: I really want to go on another date with Kitahara-senpai! Senpai is so smooth. Why does just thinking about it make me feel uncomfortable?"

...

Hmm... How should he put it? Kitahara was fairly satisfied with this girl, Matsuda Yumi.

Although her appearance rating wasn’t very high—just above average—she had one great virtue: she was especially devoted and especially pure.

Her wishes were all related to Kitahara. She loved him deeply and wholeheartedly wanted to become his woman.

And her favorability had already reached over ninety points before he’d even done anything to win her over.

Kitahara even suspected that with just a little effort, he could push her favorability close to max value.

As for her wanting to marry him and have kids... Having kids was fine, but marriage was impossible. ℯℯ𝑙.

Kitahara had just become a non-marriageist. He had marriage phobia. Marrying in this lifetime was impossible.

This definitely couldn’t be agreed to. He’d need to think of another way to handle it.

Overall, Matsuda Yumi was even easier to "cultivate" than Hayami Rina, and she was also a suitable wife candidate.

He really liked her personality and her optimistic attitude toward life.

He just didn’t know what that "fairly good adaptability" represented.

Kitahara used his mind to control it and activated [Girlfriend Real-Time Status]. Matsuda Yumi’s figure appeared on the screen.

At this moment, she should be at her family’s bookstore.

It was a somewhat old-fashioned bookstore. The decor style could be said to be dated. The color of the walls had slightly yellowed, and the bookshelves bore mottled traces left by the years.

Matsuda Yumi was quietly sitting at the checkout counter, both hands propping up her soft, pink cheeks, her eyes blankly staring ahead, unfocused, no one knew what she was thinking about.

She was wearing a light yellow dress today, bright and fresh, her hair draped over her shoulders, with a few strands covering her fair face.

Sunlight passed through the glass on the door and window, softly falling on her. That golden light was like a thin veil gently enveloping her, gilding her entire being with a faint golden glow.

This made her face appear more three-dimensional and vivid, and her skin seemed to become transparent, crystal clear.

"What does this little girl mean by constantly squeezing her legs together?"

Kitahara watched for a while, then turned off the live feed.

Matsuda Yumi was a child from an honest family. On holidays, she helped watch the store at home. She was quite family-oriented.

It was just that her legs were a bit restless...

Kitahara had originally thought about calling her to talk and ease her lovesickness. But after hesitating for a moment, he gave up.

After all, he couldn’t ask her out today. At the earliest, it would have to be tomorrow. He’d call her tonight instead.

He’d gained another chance at a special reward. Kitahara held onto it for now and didn’t use it. He spread out his manuscript paper and began to write.

The original storyline of Tokyo Love Story had been disrupted, and the story structure had been adjusted.

The step-by-step development had become fragmented and intricate. It was no longer straightforward narration, but unfolded in a more winding, suspenseful manner.

At the same time, the story content was no longer simply about the emotional entanglements and life circumstances of a man and a woman. It reached toward a broader social background, deeply excavating and revealing the sorrow of this era.

The loneliness and confusion behind the prosperous city, the distortion and alienation of human nature, the insurmountable gap between ideals and reality, the painful struggle produced when morality and desire violently collide.

These sorrows, like invisible threads, interwove and ran through the entire storyline, which would make this work seem heavy and helpless, possessing artistic value!

Of course, the erotic scenes still needed to be written where they should be.

This absolutely could not be omitted!

Kitahara just loved this stuff...