I Was Possessed By An Unknown Manga

Chapter 14

Tojo Karen, who suddenly came to us, complained about her situation.

In a nutshell, despite the fact that he pushes him a lot, his unrequited love, Ryuji Sakamoto, pretends to be true.

Then, while eating kitsune udon, Kishimoto, who was listening to a muffled sound, threw a heavy stone ball at Tojo Karen.

“Is that because you don’t look like the opposite s*x?”

“What man! Are you fighting now!”

“Calm down.”

I stopped Tojo Karen with one hand, who wanted to get out with fists rather than words.

“Shit.”

Then Tojo kicks his tongue and sits down again.

Either way, Kishimoto, who took an udon bowl and evacuated to the side, pointed out about her appearance as if she had to say something.

“First of all, you want to look good to the person you like, but your clothes don’t show that kind of feeling at all. How about taking off that ugly gym uniform first?”

When Kishimoto pointed out Tojo’s fashion with a serious face like a former independent model, she bit her lip with a humiliating expression and took off the gym jersey she was wearing over her sailor suit.

But the bullying didn’t stop.

“Next is the face.”

“What?”

“What cosmetics do you use?”

Then Tojo hesitated and answered Kishimoto’s question.

“It’s just like taking a shower and then applying skin and lotion, then sunscreen or BB cream…”

Then Kishimoto asked, narrowing his brow.

“Are you an uncle? No, these days, uncle will use more cosmetics than that. How can an active JK not care so much about his appearance?”

“Ugh.”

Tojo Karen clutches her chest without even refusing to say a word to the continuous, unstoppable swearing.

At this point, he was starting to feel sorry for himself, but Kishimoto’s point of view was not over yet.

“Before you want others to like you, why don’t you take a look at yourself first? It’s too conscientious to say that you have a rough mouth like an idiot, wear loose clothes, and walk around with a face without makeup and try to win love without that much effort. no?”

“aah!”

In the end, it was completely sunk with a shriek.

On the other hand, Kishimoto, who blew non-stop poisonous words, wiped his forehead with a look of relief.

‘Well. Speaking of words, Rika is definitely the best.’

Immediately after, Tojo Karen, who had become completely tattered, asked with a desperate expression.

“Then what should I do now? Do I have to stop liking Sakamoto like this?”

“No, you don’t have to.”

“What?”

When Tojo asked with a surprised expression, Kishimoto grabbed her hand with a benevolent expression like a saint.

“If you haven’t taken care of it until now, you can take care of it from now on. Still, the original version isn’t bad, so if you polish it a little, you’ll be pretty soon.”

“…I?”

Tojo Karen was still in doubt, but Kishimoto smiled brightly as usual and nodded.

“If I, the love doctor Rika Kishimoto, can help.”

“Love Doctor…”

I felt goosebumps all over my body when a name I hadn’t thought of came out.

Then Kishimoto spread out two fingers.

“If there’s one piece of advice I can give Tojo-san, the first is to take care of her appearance, and the second is to serve homemade dishes to the person she likes.”

“Homemade dishes?”

“Why, there is a saying that if you want to catch a man, you have to catch the man’s stomach first.”

“Oh oh….”

Contrary to the dubious first, Tojo Karen now has a completely inspired expression.

“But I don’t know how to cook, should I learn that from now on?”

Then, Kishimoto said, “Fufu,” and raised his index finger while smiling.

“If that’s the case, don’t worry! Ryu-chan here will teach you!”

Yes? me?

I looked at Kishimoto with a surprised look on the work without prior consent, but she said with a brazen smile.

“Aren’t you going to see my papa?”

With that, my fate was decided.

“…Of course I have to help.”

shit.

***

next day.

We went to Tojo Karen’s house after school.

“Wow, it’s big.”

“Heh, it’s not a big deal.”

It was true that Kishimoto, the daughter of a famous manga artist, was also the daughter of a very wealthy family, but Karen Tojo’s house was different from that.

It is literally a huge samurai residence in the middle of the city.

When a black car entered the mansion site, which looked like several hundred square meters, the Yakuza who had been waiting in advance bowed their heads all at once.

“”Have you been? miss!””

“okay.”

When the driver opened the door, Tojo Karen came out waving his hand and slowly walked down the marble-paved road.

I and Kishimoto get out of the car following her, and curious gazes are poured out.

“Are you her friends?”

“I thought for a moment that I was an assassin from another organization.”

“He’s got good muscles.”

I tried to ignore their chatter and followed Tojo’s little back.

She took me and Kishimoto to a large room with tatami mats.

Hanging scrolls with orchids, luxurious pots, baseball bats and gloves, and various sports equipment scattered around.

It was a room with an unbalanced feeling.

I looked around and asked.

“Where are you?”

Then Karen Tojo put down her backpack and said,

“my room.”

Then Kishimoto was surprised.

“Is this Tojo-san’s room?”

“Why is something wrong?”

“No, I don’t think it’s very different from the room I saw the last time I went to Ryu-chan’s house.”

“ね.”

Perhaps he was stabbed in a painful spot, Tojo said with a prickly face.

“Anyway, it doesn’t matter now.”

“Oh, that’s right.”

Kishimoto said so, clapped his hands, and handed the paper bag he had been carrying since the first time he arrived to Karen Tojo.

“This is my present.”

“…gift?”

“Yesterday, I went to the cosmetics store and packed only the things you might need and brought them. I wrote down the basic cosmetics types on a note, so if you use them all, you should look at them and buy them.”

It was a gift that Kishimoto had prepared for her, completely at her own expense, and for her who had only met for a few days.

Tojo Karen checked the items inside the paper bag, looked at Kishimoto with a slightly surprised expression, and scratched her cheek.

“thank you.”

“you’re welcome.”

Kishimoto smiled brightly as he answered that.

***

“Anyway, then let’s learn how to use cosmetics.”

“okay.”

Tojo Karen listened to Kishimoto and turned the paper bag he was holding upside down.

Whoops!

Then the cosmetics and makeup tools poured out.

Kishimoto began to explain them one by one.

“This is for skin, lotion, BB cream, foundation, powder, mascara and eyebrow pencil…”

Just listening to it makes me dizzy.

And Tojo, who rarely used cosmetics, had his eyes spinning.

“Come on, wait a minute.”

“Huh? What do you want me to ask you?”

“Why don’t you show me a demonstration first? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Then Kishimoto said, “Huh? There’s nothing difficult,” and put down the cosmetics and makeup tools he was holding in his hand.

“Do you have a large mirror in the room? It’s easier to understand if you look at it and explain it.”

“…Wait a minute. I’ll tell the user to bring it right away.”

Saying that, Karen Tojo shook her head, opened the door and went out.

Perhaps he was trying to use this as an excuse to get some fresh air.

***

About 10 minutes had passed since Tojo Karen, who had gone outside, returned to the room with a mirrored dressing table.

With Karen Tojo sitting in front of him, Kishimoto held up a brush and a pencil with a serious expression.

It was as if the maestro was making an estimate before cutting the statue.

And time passed quickly.

To be honest, I still don’t know the types of cosmetics or tools, but I could tell that Kishimoto’s makeup skills were excellent by watching Tojo’s face change in real time.

After about 30 minutes of full makeup and hair styling, Kishimoto stepped back with a satisfied expression.

“It’s a masterpiece that I put all my strength into.”

It certainly wasn’t empty words.

Because it was almost at the level of a vertebral dislocation.

When permission to look in the mirror was given, Tojo Karen carefully reflected her face in the mirror on the dressing table, and muttered in a bewildered voice.

“…Is Korega Watashi?”

No, wait! Stop translating in your brain!

It was such a cliche scene, so I shuddered without realizing it.

It’s like my brain was pickled in a love comedy.

“…is this me?”

Tojo’s voice can now be heard as normal.

In the mirror, she was wearing circle lenses and blinking her moist brown eyes.

Even her face without makeup was quite pretty, but when she put on makeup like this, she looked like a fairy.

Kishimoto, who was watching Tojo from the side as if he couldn’t believe it, was rubbing his face again and again.

“How is it? How does it feel to wear makeup for the first time in your life?”

“…I have to admit. I didn’t know anything.”

“From now on, we just need to fix it one by one. Because you still have a lot of time!”