Crossover Anime: This is an izakaya, but you're treating it like a brothel.

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The voice was quite loud and trembling; it seemed like she was about to cry from anger.

Aoba, who was stuck inside the curtain, quickly looked up upon seeing this:

"Kasumigaoka-kun, calm down..."

However, seeing the girl genuinely on the verge of tears, Otome was even more defiant:

"Is Xiao Shiyu going to cry?! There are so many people in the shop. If she cries, no one will want her at 21..."

"Hey!?"

Upon hearing this, Kasumigaoka Utaha was so angry that her eyebrows shot up!

She and Aoba developed feelings for each other over time and got together after a year of getting to know each other.

So you, who's only been here a few days, are already digging up the foundation of the wall?

The girl glared at him angrily and retorted:

"You vixen, nobody wants you! I clearly..."

The girl stopped mid-sentence.

It's not appropriate for a girl like her to say that in public.

Even though I'm still angry.

But the girl still maintained the simplest and most primitive way of fighting for it.

Since words weren't working, she decided to just grab it!

Just as a great battle was about to break out, a voice suddenly rang out from the middle:

"stop!!"

Qingye was sandwiched in the middle, and no one dared to, nor could they, speak into her mouth.

Although he knew that he would eventually be torn apart by a chariot for juggling three relationships, he did not expect that Kasumigaoka and Otome's ship would part ways first.

One is the leader of a group of hundreds of demons, and the other is an ordinary human girl, yet they can argue like this.

If there are more people in the future...

Wouldn't his little shop be blown to smithereens?!

Aoba stood in the middle of the door, using one hand to manually shut the mouths of both of them.

Even the most emotionally inept person would know at this point not to take sides:

“Little Glass and everyone else are watching, so speak more politely.”

Kasumigaoka has been bullied to this extent.

Seeing that the store manager was trying to smooth things over instead of saying a word in her defense, she looked a little aggrieved.

She glared at Yamabuki Otome, then turned and walked straight out the door.

"Manager! Come out here!!"

Yamabuki Otome quickly grabbed Aoba's arm:

"You're not allowed to go."

? !

You want me dead, right?

Left with no other choice, Aoba's face darkened.

"Let's make this clear beforehand, since you're willing to snatch it... you want to fight for it, right?"

"Alright, I'll grant your wish..."

Say it.

He turned and swept his arms around Otome's waist, lifting her up in his arms. Then, at the door, he put his arms around Kasumigaoka's waist, carrying her in one arm and striding up to the second floor.

"You've come at the perfect time, a double whammy..."

!! ?

The two arguing girls suddenly fell silent.

Kasumigaoka's eyes widened in horror, forgetting even to struggle, as she stared at Aoba, whose face was radiating righteous indignation:

"Manager, what are you doing?"

Aoba tilted his head and gave the girl a quick kiss on the lips.

"What?"

"Why are you criticizing me? Don't you two like to argue?"

Otome was stunned for a moment as Aoba hugged her waist and carried her away.

Only then did she come to her senses, and even though she had already had experience with Aoba, her face inevitably flushed red:

"Lord Aoba!"

"I'm sorry... I was wrong..."

Unmoved, Aoba leaned in and tried to kiss the fox demon girl's lips.

As it turned out, Otome reacted quickly, leaning back to cover Aoba's mouth, turning her head away, her expression suddenly becoming somewhat awkward.

"Lord Aoba, it really can't be today... Little Shiyu, I'll give it to you, okay!"

Kasumigaoka was originally quite hot-tempered.

But now he was also confused. Seeing that Qingye seemed to be serious, he didn't dare to go upstairs with her and quickly shook his head, saying:

"You're willing to take it, aren't you? I... I'd rather give it to him. You and him go upstairs."

As she spoke, the girl struggled and jumped off Qingye's arms, then turned and ran.

? !

While still being held, Yamabuki Otome noticed that everyone was looking at her with mocking eyes.

Although I absorbed and inherited the memories of the two great demons, they were just memories, and I experienced them only briefly.

Ultimately, it is the human girl with a human soul who is in charge.

He hurriedly broke free from the hand around his waist and pushed Aoba away:

"Lord Aoba..."

"I won't do that again..."

The little fox, seemingly realizing its mistake, tearfully begged for forgiveness in Qingye's arms.

"And, and even after that day was over, I... still wasn't better."

A blush rose to the little fox's face.

Seeing that they had already gone up to the second floor and no one was listening, they decided to just lay their cards on the table.

"Really... maybe next time."

The sound was very soft; even Qingye, who was being held, could barely hear it.

Is it swollen?

Ok.

Aoba shook his head helplessly, thinking, "You really think you're all very strong?"

So they were all show and no substance?!

"Know that you are wrong?"

"Yes! I really understand!"

Otome, who had just arrived at the room on the second floor, appeared very well-behaved and obediently sat on the edge of the bed to admit her mistake.

"Alright, then accept the punishment yourself."

Since we're already here...

Aoba has no intention of letting Otome off the hook.

This little fox caused a lot of trouble tonight.

Shouldn't we teach him a lesson? Does he really think he's some kind of pushover who can be easily manipulated?

"Hmm~"

"No~~"

In the lobby on the first floor, the few remaining guests sat quietly in their seats.

The fight between Kasumigaoka and Otome just now.

It made everyone want to laugh but dare not.

even...

Hayasaka, who was a personal maid of a large family, maintained a smile that she couldn't help but chuckle.

My gaze involuntarily drifted towards the second floor.

She was thinking to herself, "How could someone as gentle as the shop manager get angry?"

This reminded her of the night before, when Aoba faced that group of dozens of thugs and that pistol.

Their expressions remained unchanged.

Remain calm in the face of honor and disgrace, and be measured in gain and loss.

She already knew a bit about her style from what Kaguya had told her.

This change in perception deepened her impression of Aoba.

But that’s fine too.

Hayasaka glanced at Kaguya, who was still lost in thought, a silent pity in her eyes.

Hopefully, this will improve the young lady's mood.