My fiancée's girlfriends all have special skills

Chapter 24 Kitahara Ayano's Artistic Life

Art comes from life.

Of course, today this iron rule has been ignored by many so-called avant-garde artists, who have played a vain postmodern melody.

It was after she entered university that Kitahara Ayano realized that she had seriously lacked experience in the real world. If she continued to join her classmates' circle and do some self-admiring or purely commercial things, she would not be able to complete her ideal work until the end of her artistic career.

What she pursues is a subtle beauty that walks on the edge - bringing people a strong spiritual enjoyment while leaving people with endless aftertaste.

It makes people feel shy or even disgusted when talking about it, but when they are alone in private, they can't help but savor it and play with it again and again.

Yes, that's right.

The only identity that Kitahara Ayano knows is that she is a book artist.

I first came into contact with this thing when I was a teenager and had a longing for relationships between men and women. However, due to strict family education and the inability to find a romantic partner, I placed my excitement in the virtual world.

Later, I gained a deeper understanding of the techniques and devoted myself to this great cause.

After all, techniques have their limits. After gaining a lot of popularity and becoming a well-known painter in the industry, Kitahara Ayano reached her own bottleneck.

It is necessary to enrich the experience of real life in order to break the bottleneck.

But she didn't have much free time left, and her parents could only give her one or two years at most before they had to hand over the gallery business to her.

Doing art business and engaging in artistic creation are two completely different things.

That is the path that Kitahara Ayano hates but has to take. She is not an innocent young lady who pursues so-called freedom without regard for others. Everything she has enjoyed since she was a child has come from her family's wealth and status. Since she has received the benefits, she has to continue the family business. Generally speaking, this is a social contract, and the social contract binds everyone and cannot be violated casually.

The only way is to use the extra time after returning home to fulfill your wish.

Fortunately, by chance, Kitahara Ayano mastered the superpower of stopping time and chose the perfect prey.

Chihaya Seiyuu.

Talk about perfection.

Some people may think that it is a pity that Qingyoujun is already a married man.

Kitahara Ayano, on the other hand, believes that this is an essential element of perfection - maintaining a superficial relationship with the young lady for a mysterious purpose, but being seduced by his fiancée's best friend, he gradually falls into the abyss of depravity...

Okay, it's art.

shhhhhh...

The sound of the electronic pen rubbing against the high-end digital tablet continued to float in the single office.

Thanks to Aili for arranging an environment for her to create without being disturbed and collect materials for Qingyou.

Inspiration continued to burst forth, and drafts were quickly sketched out.

Kitahara Ayano has a strong talent and skills in painting, and can easily master various painting styles.

More than an hour passed, and after she had finished pouring out her inspiration, Kitahara Ayano stretched her body towards the warm sunlight shining through the curtains. Her graceful and exquisite curves were very eye-catching.

She looked down at her phone and saw a message from Ai Li, complaining to her about the opponents on the board of directors, who were opposing just for the sake of opposing and disregarding the smooth progress of the company's business.

A sour and palpitating feeling suddenly hit her. Kitahara Ayano rubbed her chest and sent a comforting reply to Airi in a formal manner.

She was not as confident as she appeared in front of Qingyou.

Or in other words——

Kitahara Ayano was originally a well-behaved lady from a wealthy family. She rarely did anything out of line since she was a child. But this time, she betrayed her best friend and seduced her husband. It was really crazy.

She could only keep comforting herself that Qingyou was living a hard life without love and no one cared about her, and she was Qingyou's savior.

It was lunchtime. Most students at Chihaya Academy were used to going to a certain place on campus with their friends to eat the lunch boxes they brought from home.

The connotation behind the exquisite bento is sufficient preparation and a considerate stay-at-home mother, which is also a part of comparison.

In this aristocratic high school, comparison is everywhere.

Qingyou is more accustomed to just eating something casually at noon, after all, she has to cook for herself in the evening.

Bread, sandwiches or rice balls, accompanied by drinks from a vending machine.

Qingyou has been living like this since he was in high school.

At that time, Qingyou, who came from a poor family, was often mocked by his peers for being poor, but now the same behavior is considered a virtue of frugality by teachers and students.

There is no such thing as poverty or frugality, it's just that I'm afraid of trouble.

There is no way Ai Li could go into the kitchen to cook, so if Qing You wants to bring a lunch box, she will have to do it by herself, which will compress the already limited exercise time in the morning, which is not appropriate.

Qingyou came to Kitahara Ayano's private room as promised, holding two of her favorite salmon salad rice balls and a can of oolong tea.

The latter was opening an oversized Japanese-style wooden lunch box, and the mixed aroma of several foods wafted over.

"There's a lot of food here, Qingyou-kun can come and eat something with us." Kitahara Ayano invited.

"We can eat together, but forget about eating." Qingyou glanced at the contents of the lunch box. A classic Japanese bento, no matter how luxurious it was, was still a Japanese bento. In Qingyou's eyes, it was not much different from a rice ball.

Not even a hair as good as Chinese food.

"Everyone says Qingyou-kun's lunch advocates simplicity, but in fact, Qingyou-kun's fiancée is unable to fulfill her obligations..."

"Who told you that her duty is to make lunch for me? Aili is an excellent independent woman!"

This punch is enough to destroy the great Dao. Can you take it?

Qingyou thought righteously.

Ai Li's duty is to give Qing You popcorn and fill Qing You's wallet, and on this point, Ai Li has never failed.

"There is absolutely no problem with my relationship with Aili. Please stop trying to sow discord between us, Miss Kitahara." Qingyou added, and then opened the rice ball and took a bite, paired with a can of iced oolong tea. The taste was not particularly good, but it was refreshing and not greasy.

Kitahara Ayano looked at Qingyou, her eyes were not discouraged, and her voice was full of patience: "In my opinion, Qingyou-kun doesn't have to care about the...agreement between you and Aili? If there is one. Just be yourself. Aren't couples meant for dating?"

"hehe."

"Qingyou-kun has agreed to be my boyfriend."

"But I didn't agree to let you be my girlfriend. So, Miss Kitahara, if you want to date, go ahead and date. I will restrain myself."

"..."

What a stubborn block of wood!
"Of course, if Miss Kitahara needs some serious help from me, I will help her as Aili's fiancé, such as repairing the computer. For example, um, "The Ultimate Work"? I heard from Shimamura Hitomi that when Miss Kitahara was listening to my lectures, she sketched the scenes in the classroom. If you need me to be a model, no problem."

Qingyou spoke seemingly casually, observing the changes in Kitahara Ayano's expression calmly.

Because of the existence of that video, Qingyou must have been forced to have an affair with Ayano for a considerable period of time.

In order to counter, Qingyou hopes to find out the information about the "Ultimate Work". The waste system of the groove cannot obtain information through scanning or energy point exchange, so it can only rely on Qingyou's manual indirect attack.

Sure enough, those moist eyes were rippling slightly.

"Qingyou-kun is interested in being a model?"

"To be honest, I am a little interested, but she must be a formal and legal model, and she cannot take off her clothes... Miss Kitahara has always been a lady with strict family education, so I guess she doesn't need a naked model, right?"

(End of this chapter)