After Gender Swapping, I Became the Daughter of a Yandere Mother with Animal Ears—With the Help of My Yandere Mom and Powerful Sister, I'll Live as a Fox Girl - Chapter 51: 101 Ways to Earn Money with Onee-chan
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- After Gender Swapping, I Became the Daughter of a Yandere Mother with Animal Ears—With the Help of My Yandere Mom and Powerful Sister, I'll Live as a Fox Girl
- Chapter 51: 101 Ways to Earn Money with Onee-chan
“Hi, hie…”
“Welcome…”
“Gyiiiyaahhhh!!!!!”
Screams echo throughout the ruins.
“Ch, Chizuru!?”
Looking toward the source of the voice, there was Chizuru, her face pale and trembling slightly. She was pointing toward the entrance, but a wall obstructed the view.
“O, ooo, a ghost!”
As Chizuru screamed, a shadowy figure emerged from the darkness.
“Oh… Young lady… Excuse me. I’m not a ghost…”
What appeared was an older woman, bent at the waist. Her hair was pure white, her skin pale, and her glaring eyes could strike fear into anyone.
However, contrary to her appearance, her voice indicated she was alive.
“What, not a ghost. That’s disappointing.”
“Sorry about that. I didn’t expect any visitors and had stepped out. I’ll prepare a room immediately, so please wait a bit.”
“Ye, yes…”
After saying that, the older woman merged into the darkness and disappeared.
“Ah, ahwawa…”
“Are, are you okay?”
Even after learning the ghost’s true identity, Chizuru was still too scared to move. Her eyes were slightly teary, but she seemed unable to cry due to the overwhelming fear.
“This is… going to take a while.”
Hibari stated matter-of-factly as if handling an object.
“So, so it seems.”
“Haa… What’s with that older woman? Leaving her guests unattended and scaring them, is her brain smooth from aging?”
Kohaku was visibly upset. It’s understandable; I was startled, too. Surely, Chizuru must have shortened her lifespan because of this.
“Well, calm down…”
“Hmph… Onee-chan is always so kind. I might have sent this shabby hut to the other world if it were just me.”
“No, no, that’s going too far…”
“If we had money, we wouldn’t have to stay in such a place.”
“So, that’s true…”
Indeed, the issue of money is serious. We’ll only accumulate fatigue from our journey if we stay in such rundown lodgings.
And it’s not just about lodging. We will need a lot of money for the journey.
There’s no way Chizuru’s money alone will be enough. We need to think of ways to earn money.
“That’s it! Let’s earn money with Onee-chan. I’ve thought of 101 ways to earn money with Onee-chan in a moment!”
“…I’m a bit curious, but no.”
“Tsck…”
I thought I heard a tongue click, but let’s ignore it… Getting involved with Kohaku would only corrupt me.
“If you want money, just steal it. I can come up with a perfect plan.”
“We can’t do something like stealing!”
“Coward.”
Why must I be insulted for saying the right thing?
Hibari’s expression was utterly serious, showing he was dead serious, which made it all the more problematic.
“Physical labor is the answer! It’s the most reliable and not a crime!”
Yorikoma argued passionately, her fist clenched. This sounds the most reasonable, but…
“That takes too much time. You’re forgetting our goal. Foolish dog.”
“Ugh… you don’t have to add ‘foolish’ every time… Hibari-sama is worse than Kohaku-sama…”
“I’m not trying to insult. I’m just stating facts. If anything, I prefer being insulted.”
“That’s… are you a masochist…”
Yorikoma stepped back with a slightly contorted face. She, who had never cringed at Kohaku’s perverse acts, seemed a bit taken aback.
Yet, Hibari remained unchanging in expression, behaving as if his words were a matter of course.
“The room is ready…”
“Wow…”
Before we knew it, the older woman was standing behind us. Despite the creaking floors, she moved without making a sound.
Could she be a ghost?… My mind’s probability of her being a ghost just increased by ten percent.
“Come on, hurry…”
“Yes.”
Since Chizuru still couldn’t stand, I carried her on my back.
Oh, heavy… As expected from a male body, carrying her with my current body is quite difficult.
And she was still trembling like an electric massager, not yet over her fear.
“Here it is.”
The older woman touched the torn sliding door. At first, I wondered why it was so tattered, but realizing she was managing it alone made the dire situation understandable.