Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

Although Sakura Prefecture doesn't have a specific rule against early relationships, he still thinks dating in the first year of high school is a bit too early.

What Komikazo Sena's father doesn't know is...

That Yosho does have a girlfriend, but most importantly, he has more than one.

This is the language trap of the God of Harem.

...

The next day, in the morning, inside the Yukinoshita Construction Company building.

"This whole floor is the activity center for the anime convention..."

Looking at the hall in front of her, filled with anime and manga vibes, Kitagawa Marin, carrying a suitcase, couldn't help but reveal excitement in her eyes.

"Saki, look! They even have dedicated changing rooms! Awesome!"

Kawasaki Saki smiled helplessly.

"Alright, alright, don't act like you've never seen anything like this before."

Last time during the outdoor event in Tokyo, Kitagawa Marin had fun, but to be honest, it was quite painful too.

Wearing such a heavy black tulle dress in the middle of summer, posing for photos under the scorching sun, and having to take the train back and forth...

It was simply life-threatening.

But this time, the anime convention is indoors, and even set up changing rooms and makeup rooms specifically for male and female cosplayers for convenience, plus the perfect indoor temperature, highlighting two words.

Professional.

Too professional!

"Luckily you came, Saki, otherwise even if there were makeup and changing rooms, I wouldn't be able to change into such troublesome clothes by myself."

"Then let's hurry, look, some people have already changed."

"Okay, okay."

After Kitagawa Marin and Kawasaki Saki finished speaking, they looked at Yosho and smiled.

"Then you can wander around by yourself first, we'll be out soon."

"Okay."

After Kitagawa Marin and Kawasaki Saki went into the changing room together, Yosho looked towards the most conspicuous spot in the exhibition hall, a complex expression on his face, and slowly walked towards that direction.

"Oh my, handsome young man."

A beautiful woman in a kimono picked up a doujinshi from the booth, which, judging by the cover, was definitely not a serious manga, and greeted Yosho with a smile.

"Buying doujinshi? We have special deals for the convention today."

Yosho was speechless, first looking at the erotic books on the booth, then looking at the "Mask" stand next to the booth, which was so familiar that he felt like he was looking in a mirror, recreating it one-to-one, his expression slightly complicated.

"This... Are you selling... "Mask" doujinshi?"

Yosho was a little overwhelmed.

He didn't mind others creating fan works of himself.

The problem is, you can't use a dump truck to create!

As a seasoned eroge shooter, Yosho knew one truth.

People's fetishes are boundless.

Could it be that this booth... has some "Mask" gender-swap books?

That would be a bit too much to handle.

"Oh, no, we don't, after all, no one knows if "Mask" is male or female, how can we draw doujinshi?"

"That's good."

Hearing that it wasn't a book about himself, Yosho breathed a sigh of relief, then curiously asked.

"Then why is there a "Mask" stand next to your doujinshi booth?"

Before the woman could answer, a familiar male voice with a smile sounded behind Yosho.

"Because Ms. Sawamura is one of the sponsors of this convention, just like me. Putting the "Mask" stand next to the booth will attract more traffic and help her business."

Yosho turned around and saw that the speaker was the middle-aged man he had met in the shopping street, who sold "Mask" figures and donated all the related income to the families of the victims.

"Young man, we meet again."

The middle-aged man took two steps forward and enthusiastically put his arm around Yosho's shoulder.

"My name is Aoki Takeshi, you can call me Takeshi-nii, or Old Takeshi, or just call me Uncle."

The beautiful woman at the booth seemed to remember something and said with a slightly surprised expression.

"Mr. Aoki, could this be the one you mentioned...?"

"Yes, that's right!"

Aoki Takeshi patted Yosho's shoulder and said very generously.

"This young man dared to publicly criticize that perverted Sunny Doll Killer in the media, and he also cosplayed "Mask". His cosplay was considered by many to be the most accurate "Mask" cosplay."

Speaking of this, Aoki Takeshi took a pure black mask with a white smiling face pattern from the side, blocking Yosho's cheeks, only revealing his eyes.

"Look, isn't it exactly the same? The hair and eye color are the same, he's simply a natural "Mask" cosplay saint!"

The woman nodded and echoed.

"Really, it's exactly the same!"

Yosho behind the mask was speechless.

Guess what?

I am the person himself, how could it not be similar?

Chapter 274: Eriri Spencer Sawamura Observing in the Dark, Author Kasumigaoka Utaha

And in the corner of the venue, a petite figure wearing a hat, mask, and sunglasses, completely covering her face, making it difficult to even tell if it was a man or a woman, cast her gaze on Yosho, who was standing in front of the doujinshi booth, her eyes under the sunglasses filled with uncontrollable panic.

He... Yosho... why is he here?

Eriri was stunned once again.

She couldn't find him when she wanted to.

But she met him again when she couldn't meet him the most.

The beautiful woman in the kimono selling doujinshi was Eriri's mother, Sawamura Sayuri.

Because Eriri was not yet an adult, the sales and follow-up processes of the doujinshi she drew under the name "Kashiwagi Eri" were handled by her parents.

Originally, Eriri would never come to a place like an anime convention in order to prevent others from discovering her otaku nature.

But this time's anime convention was no ordinary anime convention.

This time, Aoki Takeshi, a loyal "Mask" fan and a well-known member of the fan club, claimed that a special edition of the "Mask" figure would be sold!

How could Eriri, who was also a die-hard "Mask" fan, miss such a thing?

That's why she disguised herself and sneaked into the anime convention.

The key is...

Hiding in the corner, Eriri secretly looked at Yosho, who was standing there talking to her mother and Master Aoki, and pondered to herself.

The fact that he is here means...

Yosho is also an otaku culture enthusiast?

Or rather, he is also a "Mask" fan?

In that case, she and him can be considered to have common hobbies...

Thinking of this, Eriri suddenly realized that something was wrong, and quickly shook her head, raising her hand to gently pat her cheeks.

What is she thinking?

She just wanted to thank him for that day, and she didn't have any intention of making friends or anything, so why should she think about his preferences?

There's no need at all.

...

More than half an hour later, Kitagawa Marin, who had changed into the Black Lobelia cosplay outfit, came out of the changing room with Kawasaki Saki.

This time's changing process went smoothly.

The tally mark...

Kawasaki Saki also helped her draw it.

"Yosho, sorry to keep you waiting."

Kawasaki Saki led Kitagawa Marin to Yosho's side, and just as she was smiling and about to say something, she saw the cover of the doujinshi displayed on the booth in front of him, and her pretty face instantly turned red, and she couldn't even speak clearly.

"You... you... you actually..."

In comparison, Kitagawa Marin's reaction was very calm, and she even took the initiative to pick up a packaged doujinshi, looking at the cover picture wrapped in transparent plastic, and commented very seriously.

"Eh? This doujinshi's artwork is very good, even better than the ones I saw in the shops in Tokyo last time. The quality is very high."

"This little girl has good taste."

Eriri's mother was also a hardcore otaku culture enthusiast and a thorough fujoshi. At this time, hearing Kitagawa Marin's high praise for her daughter's work, she immediately beamed with joy.

"Then I'll give you one."

"Ah? No, no."

Kitagawa Marin quickly waved her hand and replied with a smile.

"I definitely can't take such high-quality works for free. How much is this one? I'll buy it."

"Alright, thank you for your patronage."

Watching Kitagawa Marin pay and buy the doujinshi with a cover that looked very erotic, Kawasaki Saki had a complicated expression and didn't know what to say.

Kawasaki Saki wasn't very interested in otaku culture.

She made cosplay outfits, on the one hand, to take orders and earn money to subsidize her family and save up for cram school fees, and on the other hand, to see the genuine joy and smiles on Kitagawa Marin's face when she wore the cosplay outfits she made.

Compared to money, Kitagawa Marin's recognition was the biggest gain Kawasaki Saki got from making cosplay outfits.

Therefore, she couldn't understand Kitagawa Marin's behavior of being so generous and directly buying erotica in public.

But on second thought, Kawasaki Saki thought it was normal.

After all, this was the person who could generously recommend eroge to her, and even hang the Black Lobelia small pendant from the eroge directly on her schoolbag, and even did a cosplay herself.

Kitagawa Marin didn't care what kind of work the characters she liked came from. She only cared about whether she liked it or not, and never cared about these things.

Sometimes, Kawasaki Saki even suspected that this spicy beautiful girl was missing a string in her head.

"Speaking of..."

Yosho looked at Kitagawa Marin and smiled.

"Did you draw the tally mark?"

Hearing this seemingly ordinary sentence, Kitagawa Marin's pretty face suddenly flushed red, and she felt like steam was coming out of her head, and she said in a flustered and bewildered manner.

"Dr... drew it."

"That's good."

Seeing Kitagawa Marin's reaction, Kawasaki Saki was puzzled, wondering why she was so shy.

It's just drawing a tally mark...

Wait a minute.