In the living room, Naomi set a cup of hot water on the table and went into her bedroom. Fei-yu sat on the sofa and looked at the water. Having been "tricked" before, he checked the liquid. Red berries floated on the surface.
Goji berries? He thought. Does she think I need help in the 'manhood' department? Then he realized goji berries are good for fatigue. Writing a novel is exhausting, and Naomi had probably been sitting for hours. He felt a pang of sympathy for her.
Naomi came out with her laptop. She knelt to plug it in, and her skirt tightened over her round, ample rear. The perfect curve was right in his line of sight. Big-bottomed women are a blessing, he thought, his throat going dry. He quickly looked away and took a big gulp of the goji water to calm himself, but it only seemed to make his "boner" harder.
When Naomi sat next to him, she noticed his stiff posture but didn't say anything. "I didn't know you liked goji water. I was going to make you coffee," she said casually.
"Naomi-san... from now on, just call me 'Brother,' not 'Little Brother'..." Fei-yu suggested. Being called "Little Brother" while drinking goji water felt like a jab at his stamina.
"Why?" Naomi asked, leaning in. As she moved, one of her soft breasts pressed against his arm. Her scent was intoxicating. Fei-yu's "spear" slid up his thigh, and he had to squeeze his knees together to hide it.
"Because 'Brother' sounds more intimate. I like it better," he explained, looking at the beauty mark near her lip.
"Pfft, alright, 'Brother' it is~" Naomi giggled, making his blood boil.
"So, Brother, do you think my work needs any changes?" She leaned her body entirely against his shoulder.
The novel followed a salaryman who died from overwork and was reincarnated into another world with modern knowledge to build a harem. In his previous world, this was generic "trash" fiction, but here, it was a revolutionary new genre.
"It's great. You're going to be a rich woman once this hits the shelves," Fei-yu praised. He didn't want to be a writer himself; he preferred his current life—drinking, sex, four hours of sleep, and afternoon naps. That was true happiness.
"Is it really that good?" Naomi looked a bit insecure.
"Better than gold!" Fei-yu assured her.