"Here, Makoto, this is tempura I made myself. By the way, isn't breakfast a bit too greasy? Is there anything you'd like to eat? I'll make it for you tomorrow..."
Two hours later, at the breakfast table, Mrs. Yukinoshita's chopsticks hardly stopped… not to put food in her own mouth, but to continuously pile dishes into Makoto's bowl.
Sitting nearby, the Yukinoshita Family's head and Haruno had their eyes wide open, one bigger than the other.
'Yesterday it was 'Nishikawa-kun', and today it's 'Makoto'?'
'This change in attitude was way too fast.'
Haruno inexplicably felt that her own mother might be about to find her a 'little daddy'.
But soon, Haruno's gaze swept across the courtyard.
It was a mess, as if just ravaged by a typhoon.
She vaguely guessed something and signaled her father with a look, telling him not to act impulsively.
Unfortunately, although the Yukinoshita Family's head felt the green glow on his head turning more vibrant, he really didn't dare say anything.
After all, the one who held the real power in the house was his wife.
Since his student days, he had been completely obedient to her, and his fear of his wife was already etched into his DNA.
This kind of person is the typical type who, even if his wife were to change partners, would only dare to peek through the door crack with tears in his eyes.
Makoto wasn't polite either. He didn't pick up his chopsticks himself the entire time, just waiting for Mrs. Yukinoshita to feed him.
After breakfast, the Yukinoshita Family's head was the first to stand up: "Well then, I'll be heading to the company."
He tried hard to pretend that nothing was wrong.
Makoto couldn't help but take a few more looks at this man.
'This is what you call a born cuckold constitution.'
"Well then, I'll also—"
Seeing this, Haruno also prepared to slip away, but Makoto, who was scrolling through the news on Mrs. Yukinoshita's phone, interrupted her:
"Go buy me some water balloons and rubber balls."
"Ah?"
Haruno was stunned.
"What 'ah'? Go quickly!" Mrs. Yukinoshita shot her a sharp look.
Haruno had a strange expression, 'Why did it feel like my own mother had switched sides overnight?'
Helpless, she could only obediently agree.
After her husband and daughter left, only Makoto and Mrs. Yukinoshita remained in the living room.
Seeing Makoto tapping and swiping on her phone, Mrs. Yukinoshita curiously leaned closer, wanting to see what he was looking at so intently.
The next second, the two big words [Rental Girlfriend] came into view.
Mrs. Yukinoshita blinked: "Makoto, this is?"
"Looking for some action."
Makoto was concise.
Ever since he started training even more intensely than before, he clearly felt that certain needs of his were also becoming more and more vigorous.
Coincidentally, while scrolling through the news just now, he saw a push notification for this app and downloaded it on a whim.
Clicking in, the first ranked in popularity was a girl named Mizuhara Chizuru.
Compared to the Ichinose Chizuru he had seen during the time in the Naruto World, although upon closer inspection there was a thirty percent resemblance, the face before him looked more mature… or rather, more bewitching.
Even someone who knew her would have a hard time making the connection at first glance.
Noticing the surprised look from Mrs. Yukinoshita beside him, the corner of Makoto's mouth curled up:
"What? Madam wants to take her place? I wouldn't mind."
Mrs. Yukinoshita's heart leaped, and a blush involuntarily crossed her face.
In the past, if anyone dared to say such things to her, she would definitely have them sunk in cement and thrown into Tokyo Bay.
But now, facing this person... she didn't dare.
And for some reason, deep in her heart, a trace of barely perceptible secret joy flashed by.
After all, she was already forty.
Although she knew she still had charm, the Nishikawa Makoto before her was a genuine superpowered being. Could he be compared to those useless men of the past?
This feeling of being 'desired' by a man with superpowers instead gave Mrs. Yukinoshita an inexplicable sense of superiority.
…
Meanwhile, at a coffee shop on another street.
Kinoshita Kazuya stood nervously, waiting for someone.
He was waiting for the 'rental girlfriend' he had just ordered on his phone.
His parents had given him one million yen as living expenses for his three years of high school.
This had been his greatest source of pride after enrollment… with a huge sum of money in hand, finding a girlfriend shouldn't be too hard, right?
Unfortunately, Shuchi'in Academy was full of rich kids. His mere one million yen was nothing in their eyes.
And his classmates of ordinary backgrounds all had their own specialties, so they still relied on their looks to attract others.
Kazuya had faced repeated rejections at this academy, with no girl giving him a second look.
By chance, he saw a push notification for rental girlfriends while scrolling on his phone.
After downloading it, he immediately fell for this girl named Mizuhara Chizuru.
He spent ten thousand yen to rent her for two hours.
Although the app clearly stated that it only provided 'emotional value' and no physical contact… for a virgin, this was already tempting enough.
"Hope it's not a catfish..."
Kazuya muttered nervously.
After all, the Mizuhara Chizuru in the photo was incredibly beautiful, completely comparable to the top-tier beauties in his class like Airi and Ichinose Chizuru.
In his view, spending ten thousand yen to rent such a girl for two hours was an absolute steal.
He wouldn't even mind renting her forever.
—Yeah, virgins are that easy to please.
"Sorry, have you been waiting long?"
A gentle female voice suddenly sounded.
Kazuya turned his head and saw a fashionably dressed girl whose aura was clearly different from a high school student walking towards him.
He was dumbfounded on the spot.
'She actually... wasn't a catfish?!'
At the same time, Ichinose Chizuru, no, now she should be called Mizuhara Chizuru, was also stunned for a moment.
She hadn't expected that the first person to rent her would be her own classmate.
But she quickly adjusted her mindset.
After all, she was using the Transformation Technique now, so he couldn't recognize her at all.
Seeing the all-too-obvious virgin-like timidness on Kazuya's face, Chizuru smiled slightly and pointed to the coffee shop next to them:
"Let's go inside and chat first. This is also part of the date."
It took several seconds for Kazuya to snap back to reality: "Oh, oh!" He nodded repeatedly.
The two had just sat down and hadn't even had a chance to speak—
Chizuru's phone suddenly rang.
"Sorry," She apologized apologetically to Kazuya, then answered the phone. "Hello?"
"Chizuru-chan, forget about the job you're on right now," The voice of the rental agency supervisor came through the phone.
"Ah?"
Chizuru was startled.
"A customer called and offered to rent you for fifty thousand yen an hour. I've already given him your location. He should arrive at your place soon."
'Fifty thousand... an hour?'
Chizuru was stunned.
'The normal rate was five thousand an hour.'
'That was ten times the price?!'
"B-But..."
She looked at Kazuya, who was full of anticipation, and couldn't help but hesitate.
Although she was out 'selling'… oh no, out 'renting'… she still had to have some professional ethics, right?
Just then—
A figure pushed open the door and walked straight to their table.
"Your agency has already rented you to me."
The two turned their heads simultaneously.
What came into view was a beautiful woman dressed in a gorgeous kimono, with a commanding aura.