Mori Chef's self-cultivation

"Meow? Meow——!"

In the dimness, there was a voice that caught the sinking consciousness, pulling it upwards desperately like fishing, and then driving the whole body to have a strong sense of tremor, getting closer and closer to the faint light above.

Zoom in, zoom in, zoom in—

From the twinkling spots like the starry sky to the strong sunlight, the eyes began to be sour, and they unconsciously narrowed into a thin slit, but finally opened their eyes wide with another deafening yell.

"Meow! How long are you going to sleep, get up quickly!"

"……Well?!"

The pink-haired boy almost slipped off the swivel chair, and it was only because of the timely rescue by Alice on the side, who used strength that didn't fit his figure to support his lower back and send him back, that he avoided falling into a puddle of cat cakes.But relatively, his upper body was stuck against the lukewarm solid wood tabletop under the action of inertia, and his image didn't look much better.

Unaware of the situation, he blinked blankly.

His rare blank expression made the little blond girl couldn't help covering her mouth and sniggering. After a long while, she wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and finally she was able to explain her reason for coming again, "Really, it can't be because the sun is too bright." It’s okay to be lazy and not work, Rintaro is urging you to hand in yesterday’s mission report quickly.”

"Mission...?" As if hearing something from the Arabian Nights, Kurihara still couldn't regain his normal thinking, and could only repeat the key words mechanically.

——What task, he has no memory at all... No, it should be said, he has no clue why he is here...

"You can't pass the test with cuteness, meow~"

Probably because he misunderstood his performance, the supernatural body put his hands on his hips and criticized solemnly: "I guess, you must secretly throw it to Zhongya to write it! Although I don't think there is anything wrong, but seeing you get infected A bad habit similar to Dazai still feels very ~heartache~"

"I didn't become like Osamu Dazai. If I really did, I must have listened to my inner voice!" Once he was scratched by a black mud spirit with similar attributes, he reflexively denied, He didn't need to think about it at all, as if he had said similar lines countless times.

In short, it's not normal to leave the job to the former temporary owner. He is different from the bandage monster, and he has completely exercised his due rights.

As expected, the blond loli, who lacks sympathy for honest people, didn't care too much at all. Instead, she nodded in satisfaction and agreed, "Very well, I knew that Miaomiao was different from him." , ten thousand times cuter!"

The same heart attribute, of course, the guy who likes himself (Rin Taro) is more pleasing!

A cat owner with a weakness is basically no different from a dog on a leash, at most they have some not-too-excessive willful rights and pretend to live freely.She knew this well, so she naturally liked it no matter how she looked at it, and at this moment she couldn't help but stepped forward and hugged him to start posting mode.

"Reward your loving hug~"

"It's obvious that you unilaterally suppressed it."

Feeling the heavy pressure from his lower back, the pink-haired boy who was forced to keep lying on the table sighed helplessly, but the next sentence was a harsh remark that irritated her: "Oh, fortunately, Alice didn't" crime tool', otherwise, I would be really dangerous—”

"...Meow, don't force me to find Lin Taro and turn myself into a 1.8-meter-five macho." Alice, who felt her dignity was hurt, raised her head angrily, and said something that would make the leader cry on the spot Terrible hypothesis of runny nose—not to mention Lolicon, even Kurihara Shock couldn't help trembling when he heard the words, he felt as if he had been stuffed into a strange scene with a strange painting style in his head, and he subconsciously couldn't bear to close his eyes .

However, considering that this kind of thing is not feasible at all, he laughed lazily, "Then Mr. Sen must agree to it. Don't think too much about children, it is easy to not grow tall~"

"It's too much! Next time you and Lin Taro do something unscrupulous, I must participate in it!" The little loli, who usually speaks about tigers and wolfs, clenched her fists firmly, "I still need the 'tools', look back I'm going to apply for the largest size from the nasty Rintaro!"

"puff--"

"Don't laugh, really, follow me to see Rin Taro!"

"Okay~" Kurihara took the upper hand in a few words, and he was in an indescribably happy mood at this time, a pair of brilliant blue eyes bent into a half arc, and even the invisible cat tail Followed by swinging left and right twice.

Seeing that arrogant appearance, little Lolita's teeth were itchy for a while, and she wanted to bite his white nape of the neck hard, but due to her height disadvantage, she had to bear the humiliation and lead the way, and was going to enter later. The chief's office turned around again, and he and Mori Ogai performed a side-to-side attack, forcing the cat owner to beg her for mercy.

Just imagining such a wonderful scene, she felt that the anger in her heart suddenly disappeared, and her steps immediately became brisk.

But the young man behind her obviously didn't show a good mood. The more he walked in the corridors of the port mafia, the more intense the sense of disobedience flashed in his mind, as if someone had buried several times in his head without knowing when. A silver needle, faintly pricking him a little painful.

- Are you part of an organization?When did you join?What did Mr. Mori do...

His mind was seldom so confused, like a tangled ball of yarn, unable to make sense of it.The part exposed to the outside provides incomplete information, trying to convince him that he is actually used to the current life, even if he is not willing to work hard, because of the teaching of the leader, he must obey the instructions.

He likes Mr. Sen very much.That's right, I like it very much, the kind of liking that is willing to dedicate everything to the other party, it is absolutely not an exaggeration to describe his emotion with fanaticism.

If we delve into the root of it...

Inexplicably, thinking encountered a huge obstacle at the most important position, as if deliberately guiding the direction, ambiguously prompting relevant information.

As an orphan, was he adopted by Mr. Mori?Bring in the Port Mafia?Love for a long time?Developed into a relationship of lovers?

Every clue was followed by a small question mark, making it impossible for him to draw a conclusion easily.So when he walked into the office on the top floor and faced the black-haired man behind the desk, his brows were still unconsciously frowned, with an obvious look of confusion.

Seeing this, the leader who summoned him to his side put down the pen in his hand, then brushed off the non-existing dust on his knees, turned his head and signaled: "Mr. She, come here."

Although there is a bit of an order tone unique to the superiors, as if they are not humane, and they only act according to their own wishes, but anyone can see that this time is definitely given by the man named Mori Ogai. The supreme favor.

After all, in the past, no matter whether it was the cute little girls sent by other small organizations to curry favor with him, or the beauties who participated in various industry parties and took the initiative to post up, none of them could get close to him, let alone be allowed to do it. Such an intimate move is completely impossible.

The most important thing is, in order to take care of Kurihara Tsuru's face problem, and to satisfy men's innate desire to control and possess, the few black suits who were originally in charge of guarding security have long been kicked out of the house by the little Lolita, maintaining the absolute security in the house. Privacy—in other words, Mr. Chief, who is extremely suspicious, uses a sense of trust to express his special love for him, which is enough to be regarded as great sincerity.

It would be his fault if he picks on issues like attitude.

So the pink-haired boy who was in deep thought had no choice but to temporarily put aside the doubts in his heart, walked over obediently, and sat sideways on Mori Ogai's lap.By the way, he only realized later that he was still wearing a JK skirt, and somehow he felt like he was doing special work and then being called by customers for service.

——Perhaps others will think that he is the type who relies on his beauty to get ahead?

He was thinking casually, the corners of his lips were habitually raised upwards, and with the aura of a royal sister, on the contrary, there was a sense of superior indifference, which was particularly itchy.

Even the leader of the Iron Tree Blossoming (?), Mr. Xian, could not help becoming a member of ordinary men at this moment. He raised his hand and pinched his jaw and lowered it towards him, and asked jokingly: "What are you thinking, Mr. She? Is there no way to get your attention anymore?"

"Thinking about something terrible..."

Yuki Kurihara wrapped his arms around the nape of the person in front of him, and approached him a little bit more aggressively. His pair of bright blue eyes, like a bright mirror, reflected his fascinated face, and gradually merged with the false illusion.

"—For example, the table behind me seems to be suitable for lying on."

Realizing yourself with actions is based on the beauty and superiority. The little devil evoked a seductive smile. Two sharp white teeth protruded from the corners of his lips, making his lips plump and reddish, like a girl who is about to mature Pomegranate seeds, just a touch will burst into sweet juice.

Compared with the supernatural body who is full of tiger and wolf words, he seems to be reserved, but he is actually a higher level, and he is an out-and-out actionist.

So before the other party took over the teasing, the young man in women's attire fell back and lay directly on top of the documents spread out on the table, letting his waist-length pink hair spread out at will, even flowing along the edge of the table like water. Flowing down, constantly attracting the man's attention.

"Are you asking for a reward? Mr. She is more active than usual..."

Seeing such a wonderful scene, if he remains indifferent, it is obviously against the instinct of a man. The first gentleman stood up naturally, but did not rush to enjoy it. Instead, he looked down at the delicious meal on the table, and immediately commented happily: "But , it suits my taste. Could it be instinct, Mr. She seems to know how to please me innately."

"Please don't say that, it took me a long time to figure out what you like—" Kurihara said in a long voice dissatisfied, and his eyes fell from the mature and charming face of the elderly all the way up to With a high pitch-black ceiling, his expression was vaguely puzzled and gloomy, almost the same as the expression when he entered the door.

Even Mori Ogai, who felt that everything was under control, felt bad for his repeated expressions of emotion.

Immediately afterwards, the guy lying on the large desk let out a long sigh, muttering about the major doubts he had discovered.

"—Strange, what's going on with this strange feeling... According to what I know about Mr. Mori, it's impossible that he didn't do bad things in such a good place, right?"