I'm just a guy in a foreign country who wants to conquer my cousin and open a bathhouse on the side. My motto is:
My cousin deserves to be spoiled rotten.
That's right. Once she loosens up a little, I'll shamelessly stick to her. Whether she gets mad or not, I'll buy her the best of everything, and make sure she's especially happy with it. I won't let her lift a finger. I'll hold her in my hands and cherish her like a treasure.
I still remember my cousin asking me just now, "I've gained a pound this month, and we're almost in the red. Any idea why?"
How the hell would I know?
If I said that, it'd make me sound like I had no damn clue. Obviously, I know.
But that won't stop me.
Because...
"I'll always love you, Yayoi!"
", All right, all right. But before you say that, could you get rid of those little temptresses who keep pestering you?"
