Chapter 6. Do You Know You're Heavy?
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Since both sides intended to cooperate, DUN was quite generous with their funding and gave a great deal of creative freedom—
Aside from insisting that it be made into a galgame, DUN wouldn't interfere at all in Pokeni's production.
President Tsuda also promised that by the time the game launched, DUN would help with the promotion as well.
To be honest, if not for the galgame requirement, Tsuda would be considered a good investor.
Now that the deal was done, Kiyoshi Yuuma had nothing more to say.
Since they were doing it, they'd do it the best they could.
Even if it was a galgame.
Actually, changing "Onmyoji" into a galgame wasn't a big deal—at most, it just became a romance game focused on pursuing beautiful girls.
But what Kiyoshi Yuuma feared most was that players would mistake it for just another hentai title, and it would be hard to shake that image in the future.
"Right, since everything went so smoothly today and it's getting late, how about we go have a drink together?"
Kiyoshi Yuuma raised his hand and made a drinking gesture.
Mika Ishino and Asakawa Hiroki exchanged glances but didn't agree right away.
Kiyoshi Yuuma seemed to recall something and added, "It's my treat today, so don't worry about it."
In Japan's corporate culture, there's a tradition—although everyone goes out for drinks after work and doesn't go home until they're satisfied, it's usually split the bill (AA system). Even if a superior joins, unless they specifically offer to pay, everyone still covers their own portion. There's also no gender difference, and women pay their share fully.
This was very different from China.
Back when Kiyoshi Yuuma worked at miHoYo, he loved coaxing the boss into outings because usually, the boss footed the bill.
"Thank you, President!"
The two immediately smiled brightly.
…
So the group found an izakaya nearby, ordered some food, poured each other drinks, and started to enjoy themselves.
"This is great!~ I didn't expect the President of DUN to be such a straightforward person." Asakawa Hiroki took a sip of sake and sighed in admiration.
"I think you're just happy because you get to make a galgame," Mika Ishino said irritably.
But the galgame Hiroki was thinking of definitely wasn't the same as the one Kiyoshi Yuuma had in mind.
Most of the galgames on the market were basically hentai. But Kiyoshi Yuuma's idea of a galgame was pure and wholesome.
"Hahaha, you saw through me." Hiroki blushed and scratched the back of his head. "But seriously, the President's character art is just amazing. When President Tsuda showed it off, I was stunned."
"Hmph." Ishino froze for a second and then suddenly realized, "Ew! Hiroki, you're clearly saying President Tsuda herself is beautiful, aren't you?"
"Haha, don't say it out loud~" Hiroki covered his slightly burning cheeks.
Kiyoshi Yuuma could only shake his head.
If not for this guy being here today, he might have already won in the deal with DUN.
But then again, who knows? Tsuda Nao obviously came off as a very strong-willed woman. If she hadn't been persuaded to invest in the end, it would've been a total loss.
"Hiroki, you seem to know a lot about women. How come I've never seen you go on a date?" Kiyoshi Yuuma took a small sip.
"Oh no no… I'm still single." Asakawa Hiroki frowned, clearly a bit discouraged by the President's words. "It's exactly because I don't have a girlfriend that I have to play games and watch videos on my own."
The bitter wine burns my throat and my heart aches; she's not in my dreams and the night drags on.
Kiyoshi Yuuma deeply related. In his past life at miHoYo, he was too busy to even consider romance.
"Games are the true source of life's joy. What's the point of women?" Kiyoshi Yuuma clinked glasses with Hiroki.
They both downed their drinks.
Ishino, sitting beside them, frowned deeply.
Sure enough, men really are all the same. She'd thought maybe the President was a bit different.
But… was the President hinting that he, like Hiroki, also didn't have a girlfriend?
"That can't be. Didn't you have a bunch of girls before, President?"
Kiyoshi Yuuma was stunned, and then even more disheartened. "That was the old me. What does that have to do with the me now?!"
Honestly, the original owner of this body had some money during the Bubble Era and often frequented hostess clubs, Ginza, and the like… but Kiyoshi never got to experience any of that himself.
"But speaking of which," Hiroki took a big gulp of his drink, cheeks flushed, and sighed, "I didn't even know DUN's President was a woman. And President, did you notice how amazing her figure is?"
As he spoke, he gestured with both hands in front of his chest.
Uh…
This guy was clearly drunk.
No matter how pretty DUN's President was, it had nothing to do with him. One look and it was obvious she was the cold, aloof type and not the kind of woman for him.
…
10:30 PM
Kiyoshi Yuuma was trudging up the stairs with Ishino on his back.
The two of them reeked of alcohol, but Kiyoshi Yuuma was already drenched in sweat from exhaustion, and most of the alcohol in his system had already evaporated.
Ishino's alcohol tolerance was way too low. She hadn't even drunk that much before turning into a useless, drunken mess.
"Ishino, do you know you're really heavy?"
"Nonsense, I'm… I'm not," Ishino half-opened her eyes and muttered, "It's just because of my big breasts."
Tsk tsk.
Getting all bold after getting drunk, huh?
Though… she wasn't exactly wrong.
Back at the office, when she wore that loose white sweater, Kiyoshi Yuuma had vaguely noticed it already.
If even loose clothes couldn't hide it—
She might even be bigger than some teachers.
…
"Ishino, why do you live in a place without an elevator? Isn't it exhausting to climb stairs?"
"President! Hic~"
Ishino hiccupped on his back. Kiyoshi Yuuma, worried she'd puke, quickly set her down and patted her back.
She dry heaved a bit but didn't throw up. She just sat on the floor, eyes squinting with a silly grin.
"President, if you gave me a raise, I could live in an apartment with an elevator! Why don't you give me a raise?"
"Ah, you—"
Kiyoshi Yuuma raised his hand, really wanting to punch her in the face.
"You think the company's money rains down like artillery fire?"
"Artillery fire? What does that mean?" Mika Ishino tilted her head in confusion.
"Forget it, even if I explain, you wouldn't get it."
Kiyoshi Yuuma squatted down again and hoisted her back up.
He climbed another flight.
"President, you're crushing my chest—I can't breathe."
"That's because you're too big," Kiyoshi Yuuma replied through gritted teeth.
"President, how did you know?"
Kiyoshi Yuuma: "…"
If it weren't for the fact that you're too big and I'd be worried, I would've left your drunken, babbling self here a long time ago.
They climbed a bit more.
Ishino seemed to be dozing off.
"Ishino?"
"I'm still here, President."
She wasn't even asleep yet.
"Ishino, you know… a girl like you going out drinking with shady guys, you might end up losing your virginity."
"Mm?" Ishino hummed faintly in a daze.
"Luckily today, you were with a gentleman like me. Don't go drinking with others from now on."
"President," Ishino murmured on his back, "why do you have to be a gentleman?"
"Uh, this…"