novellhall 36. With me?
36. With me?
Shinjuku, in terms of sheer pedestrian traffic, is undoubtedly the most bustling area in Tokyo.
Even at around 3 p.m., it still felt like there were huge crowds of people.
Somewhere on the street, passersby cast their gazes toward a couple.
The girls were dressed exquisitely and sweetly, with adorable looks, while the boys were equally handsome, making it impossible to look away.
The two looked like they were arguing, but upon closer inspection, it seemed more like the girlfriend was flirting with her clueless boyfriend.
Genji Aoyama also felt that he was being unromantic. Such a cute girl was willing to go to the Love Hotel with him (I'll use the English word to avoid censorship), but he was only thinking about instructing her on bass.
"You look so cute today."
Genji Aoyama looked at the girl whose expression was very dissatisfied, but who was nine-tenths cute.
"hey-hey."
Izumo Saki smiled smugly, then gave him a "you know what's good for you" look.
"I spent two hours meticulously preparing for my date with Aoyama-kun today, oh right—"
She seemed to have thought of something.
Suddenly, she skipped and hopped over to Aoyama Genji and pressed her soft body completely against him.
Her well-developed, full curves enveloped his arms, and Izumo Saki said in a warm, moist voice that only he could hear, "..."
Whispers, mingled with the sweet fragrance of a young girl, brushed past Genji Aoyama's ear.
call--
The weather in Tokyo is a bit mild today.
The girl was too impulsive; you never knew what she would do next.
Genji Aoyama took a deep breath, calmed himself down a bit, and pulled Saki Izumo, who was clinging to him, closer: "Then stay right next to me."
"Okay~"
Saki Izumo, who had been pulled by him, became very obedient again.
"Remember to wear it next time," Aoyama Genji added.
"There will be a next time?" Izumo Saki's eyes seemed to light up.
"Didn't we agree on this on LINE?" Genji Aoyama smiled at her. "I'll be joining the Psychological Problems Research Club later. If Saki keeps tempting me like this, I really won't be able to resist."
"That's all?" Izumo Saki's disappointment lasted only a second before she tilted her head slightly and blinked. "What? You couldn't help it?"
"Like Saki last time in the club activity room."
"Saki couldn't help it. She just felt strange when Aoyama-kun looked at her, and she smelled really good. She never used to feel like this."
After saying that, Izumo Saki tiptoed again, leaned close to Aoyama Genji's ear, rubbed her small nose against his cheek, and her voice became even softer: "..."
The girl's mind was more sensitive than he had imagined.
"Alright, behave yourself."
Genji Aoyama released his grip and took a deep breath. The contact from Saki Izumo sent a surge of heat through his heart.
Saki Izumo raised her delicate white hand and fanned herself; the sensation of being grabbed by Genji Aoyama earlier still lingered on her wrist.
Even a simple physical contact made her hands very wet.
She gently raised her slightly flushed face, her eyes blinking as she looked at Genji Aoyama, as if expectant.
"Can we hold hands?"
"No." Genji Aoyama replied immediately.
"Huh—why?"
Genji Aoyama lowered his head, whispered something in her ear as a form of retaliation: "..."
The deliberately lowered boyish voice was magnetic, and his words, almost seductive, made Izumo Saki's cheeks flush and her eyes become hazy.
She bit her lower lip lightly, and as if exhausted, reached out and grabbed the hem of Aoyama Genji's clothes.
At 7 o'clock, I started to exert myself, and Aoyama Genji's clothes suffered a lot.
At first, it was just a gentle pinch, then it became a grasp, and finally a tight squeeze.
Saki Izumo's strength was greater than Genji Aoyama had imagined.
About ten seconds passed.
Izumo Saki finally snapped out of her daze, let out a soft sigh, and then looked up at him cautiously, her eyes almost brimming with tears.
"Being with Aoyama-kun is so comfortable, what should I do?"
"What?"
Aoyama Genji blurted out his question, but the moment the words left his mouth, he understood.
Then the girl whispered in his ear that she had confirmed his guess.
"Saki is surprisingly useless."
Genji Aoyama shared his thoughts from when he was outside the psychological problems research department.
"This never used to happen!" Izumo Saki slapped his arm, both embarrassed and annoyed. "It's all your fault. Now I just can't bring myself to think about cute girls in manga."
?
A question mark slowly appeared above Genji Aoyama's head.
Before I could think carefully about what was wrong, Izumo Saki's voice came again.
"Hurry up and get to the Love Hotel, I need to take a shower!"
……
There is a Love Hotel near the agreed location.
In Genji Aoyama's memory, that place had also appeared briefly.
Among the group of delinquents that the original owner associated with, there was a rather wicked delinquent girl who, after a certain consumption, deliberately used her lewd and wicked hands to seduce the original owner, wanting to go to a hotel with him.
The original owner might not have been able to figure out the reason, but Aoyama Genji, having read extensively, could completely predict the subsequent plot.
They probably wanted to take photos as evidence so they could better extract money from him later.
Fortunately, the original owner ran away because she was too shy.
Along the way, Izumo Saki chattered away like a lively little sparrow, excitedly exchanging a few words whenever she saw something new.
Without Aoyama Genji even needing to respond, she could switch to another topic in her next sentence.
Upon entering the Love Hotel, he went straight to a machine that looked like a display screen and selected a twin room.
In island nations, most hotels like these have no front desk. You select a room on the availability screen in the lobby and check out when you leave.
"Why does it seem like Aoyama-kun is quite skilled at this?"
As the elevator ascended, Izumo Saki looked at Aoyama Genji with displeasure.
"This is my first time in a place like this," he said.
"He's like a piece of scum."
"This is a complete misunderstanding..."
"Speaking of scumbags, I'm reminded of a manga I read before. There was a guy named Makoto who was dating his girlfriend, but he secretly had a relationship with another girl, and then his girlfriend stabbed him to death with a machete..."
"Wait, I never intended to do that kind of thing in the first place."
Genji Aoyama felt he should explain further.
"Didn't I say on LINE that I simply wanted to give you some guidance on bass techniques?"
Only a fool would believe that.
Saki Izumo gave a soft hum.
really.
Genji Aoyama himself felt that such words were simply not convincing.
"Fine, I'll trust you one more time, because I also think Aoyama-kun wouldn't do that kind of thing with me."
After saying that, Izumo Saki chuckled: "What kind of guy invites a girl to a place like this and lets her bring such a weird thing as a bass?"
So that's how it is?
Because it's so strange, there's no other reason to be found, and it's more convincing to say it out loud?
Genji Aoyama laughed: "That's true."
"Besides, Aoyama-kun doesn't seem like that kind of frivolous scumbag, so I'm willing to believe you."
They were at the door of the room.
Saki Izumo's expression was unusually serious: "I'm willing to believe in Aoyama-kun, so please don't let me down, Aoyama-kun."
Genji Aoyama was taken aback.
Contrary to her outward appearance, Izumo Saki seemed to be much more serious than he had imagined.
He laughed: "Yeah, just chatting."
When Aoyama Genji opened the door.
Saki Izumo began chanting rapidly again.
"Many scumbags use this kind of excuse: just chatting, just wanting to rest for a while, just wanting to hug, just wanting to lie in bed, not wanting to do anything, just wanting to look, just..."
"Stop, stop."
Genji Aoyama seemed to rub his temples with a headache.
He had no intention of doing that kind of thing at all.
But here's the problem: how do we complete the system tasks?
After entering, Genji Aoyama opened the system panel; the mission was still in progress.
My head hurts.
In contrast, Saki Izumo, once in the room, was like a little sparrow just released from its cage, completely abandoning her well-behaved demeanor outside and starting to look around curiously.
He even rummaged through the Smurfs on his bedside table.
Once she had calmed down, she approached Genji Aoyama, who was sitting on one of the beds deep in thought.
"Speaking of which, Aoyama-kun hasn't answered me yet."
Saki Izumo bit her lower lip, looking at him with a conflicted expression.
"What?"
"Would Aoyama-kun's friend be willing to break up with his girlfriend and be with me?"