Hearing Sayuri's words, everyone also looked at Eriri.
After all, everyone knew that Eriri really liked drawing. During her usual breaks, Eriri would also sketch on the ship, capturing some of the supernatural scenes of the One Piece World.
Though most people didn't know she was actually a doujin artist.
The ability of the Brush-Brush Fruit was, without a doubt, the most suitable for Eriri.
Makoto had no objections to this.
He suddenly remembered Sai from the Naruto World.
Since Eri had also been to the Naruto World and had learned Ninjutsu, combining that with the Brush-Brush Fruit would make her an enhanced version of Sai.
However, just as Makoto was about to agree, Reze spoke up in opposition.
When Makoto asked her why, Reze pointed at Eriri and said, "She's not one of us. I've never seen her at night."
At these words, Eriri immediately blushed deeply.
As a representative of the humiliation genre in the doujin world, how could she not understand what Reze meant?
She immediately ran back to her room, face red.
Megumi watched her best friend's retreating figure, couldn't help but go to Reze's side and said, "Reze, Eriri is the most suitable person for this Devil Fruit."
But Reze pouted and didn't give Megumi any respect. "Even so, we can't let an outsider have it."
Utaha raised an eyebrow.
To be honest, Eriri indeed wasn't in that kind of relationship with her man, but she felt Eriri was definitely not an 'outsider'.
Just the fact that Sayuri had taken her and Kato Megumi in for four whole years during the most difficult time in the Naruto World made Utaha feel that Eriri deserved a Devil Fruit.
Thinking this, Utaha pursed her lips and glanced towards Eriri's room on the second floor.
She felt this was also an opportunity to bring her other best friend into the 'big family'.
After all, the Nishikawa Family also had their own little groups.
The [Conan Group] formed by Ran and Sonoko...
The [Pervert Group] formed by Reze, Chika, and Saeko...
The [Normie Group] formed by Yui, Yumiko, and Hina...
The [Chef Group] formed by Alice, Erina, and the vampire lady Leonora.
In comparison, her and Megumi's pair seemed a bit weak.
Eriri had a good relationship with them both... it would be a shame not to bring her in.
Oh, by the way, originally Reze had gotten along quite well with Ran and Sonoko…
After all, when she returned from the Chainsaw Man World, Makoto had entrusted Reze to the angelic Ran for care.
But after Chika and Saeko joined, Reze grew closer to them.
After all, they were the ones who most enjoyed researching new tricks.
Recently, after obtaining the Rumble-Rumble Fruit's power, Chika often added a little electric current when the girls were doing those things.
She named it [Magnetic Field Rotation - Electric Current Soul-Stealing Palm].
That night…
Kokoro sat on Makoto, letting out sounds of satisfaction.
Chika smiled and leaned in, her palm crackling with electricity, and slapped Kokoro's rear with a 'smack'.
"Current Rotation One Hundred Horses! Electric Current Soul-Stealing Palm!"
Instantly, Kokoro, already greatly stimulated, felt her entire body wasn't her own.
"How is it, Makoto-kun!"
Chika smiled and reported to Makoto.
Makoto pulled her over and gave her a thumbs up.
Although after mastering Ryuo and Conqueror's Haki Infusion perfectly, even if the number of girls doubled, he, Lord Nishikawa, could handle it perfectly.
But with more people, time was still an issue… they couldn't just spend every night not sleeping, doing this, and waiting to see the four o'clock sunrise.
With Chika's trick, the girls' progress was greatly accelerated, and the experience was even better.
Chika looked very proud.
With this ability, few sisters dared to resist her at night.
Suddenly, Chika remembered something and asked, "Oh, by the way, where are Utaha and Megumi?"
Although Utaha hadn't joined the [Pervert Group], that woman was no slouch when she went wild. Chika thought she was a good opponent.
And Megumi was usually calm and unflappable. Chika loved using her Electric Current Soul-Stealing Palm to stimulate her, watching her make that ahegao expression.
She hoped to use this move on Kaguya someday.
Yeah, it felt like Chika had also awakened some kind of peculiar fetish.
Just then, the bedroom door opened.
Amidst the surprised gazes of Makoto and the women, Utaha and Megumi were seen walking in, each holding one arm of Eriri, who was wearing a sheer nightgown.
"What are you..."
Makoto was also stunned.
Utaha placed her hands on the shoulders of Eriri, whose face was as red as a boiling kettle, and said with a smile, "Eri is an old friend of ours. She should join too."
Megumi encouraged from the side, "Eriri, don't be shy. Just go for it."
Under the repeated encouragement of her two best friends, Eriri, face red, finally managed to lift her head.
And just then, with a 'pop' sound like opening a cork, Kokoro used the last of her strength to disengage from Makoto.
Then revealed that thing.
Instantly, Eriri's phobia of large objects kicked in.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHH—!"
Although she had drawn it countless times in her doujins, this was her first time seeing the real thing.
Eriri's mind went blank, and she broke down, turning to run away.
'How... how could it be so exaggerated?'
'Going in would be death, right?!'
Watching Eri's fleeing back, everyone was speechless.
Makoto helplessly spread his hands.
'Truly a woman for whom, in the original work, the author himself came out and said, 'I really can't think of a way for Eriri to win'.'
It could only be said that the tsundere personality had truly fallen out of the meta.
At breakfast the next day, Sayuri cheerfully brought her daughter a bowl of red bean congee.
Eriri looked at her strangely. "Why are you giving me this?"
Sayuri asked somewhat puzzled, "Didn't you... you know... with the Commander last night?"
Eriri's face turned even redder. She retorted loudly, "I did not!"
Sayuri was stunned. She then remembered that when she came to the dining room, she noticed her daughter's gait hadn't changed much from yesterday.
Shocked, Sayuri went to Utaha and Megumi and asked them about the situation last night.
The two best friends also looked helpless and briefly recounted what had happened to this aunt, who was as close to them as their own mother.
After listening to their description, Sayuri slapped her own forehead.
Although she knew her daughter had a loser personality, she didn't expect it to be this bad.
'You were given the chance, but you didn't use it!'
After breakfast, back in her room, Sayuri paced back and forth, constantly trying to figure out how to give her daughter the courage.
She even thought about getting some 'computer accessories' or something.
But Sayuri felt it wasn't very reliable… with her daughter's cowardly personality, she'd probably take care of herself rather than dare to approach Makoto.
This reminded Sayuri of the Chinese web novels she had read in the real world.
That's right, Sayuri had read Chinese web novels. Mainly because after Makoto became the ruler of a country, many of the girls around him also started learning about the culture of that Eastern country to please him.
For example, after Yu became Makoto's underling, he read a lot of Chinese history just to have more common topics with Makoto.
And Sayuri, being a doujin artist and anime fan herself, focused on Chinese Donghua and web novels.
However, putting aside Donghua, web novels really gave Sayuri a headache.
She really couldn't understand how, after the female character was drugged, the male lead could let her take care of it herself.
Damn, the woman herself agreed, why wouldn't you do it?
Sayuri said: I don't understand, but I'm deeply shocked.
But considering her daughter's personality, Sayuri felt that something like that wasn't impossible.
"What to do, what to do, what to do..."
Sayuri rolled around on her bed in frustration.
Although her daughter was undoubtedly the most suitable person for the Brush-Brush Fruit on the entire ship, what if someone else wanted to snatch it?
Like the already Mrs. Nishikawas who hadn't yet obtained a fruit ability… the Nakiri sisters, Kokoro, Kei… not one of them could be taken lightly.
Going to her room's personal bathroom to wash her face, Sayuri felt she couldn't put this off any longer.
When she looked up after washing her face, she noticed that although she had some traces of age on her face, she still looked very much like her daughter.
Suddenly, a devious idea formed in Sayuri's mind.
The more Sayuri thought about it, the more feasible this method seemed.
Gritting her teeth, she went alone to Flower Capital and bought a bottle of hair dye.