Tokyo Wingman King

"Robert, your maturity is tiresome. Maturity is the optimal solution for reason to find benefits, but for feelings, reason and benefits are worthless. I am tired of the days of repeated pulling without substantial progress. Yes, Robert, I can't be a robot like you."

Some things are as inevitable as death.

Asama, who was familiar with Murphy's Law, showed an expression that said, "This day has finally come."

".F. San, you should know that the word Robot comes from the Czech word Robota, which originally means slavery. The end of this relationship may be a relief for both of us."

"So, is this how you've always viewed me?"

The familiar smile disappeared from the energetic girl's face.

"I've always been like this. How you feel about me treating you depends on how you see me."

"I thought that we were in tune with each other and you would understand me now."

"F-san, the process of seeking understanding is always painful. It is more important to implement and polish your own beliefs."

"Mr. Robert, why do you clearly understand, but always deliberately ignore it? You ask our lives to be meaningful, but life is meaningful only when we love. You are depriving us of our strength, making us empty-minded and poor. I thought you would change for us."

“If you try to change something, you should first accept a lot of things.”

"But you never accepted us. Sorry, I can no longer accept your mansplaining way of speaking."

Watching the girl leave without looking back, Asana let out a breath, as if trying to let out the unhappiness in his heart, but it didn't work.

He was vaguely aware that this was a dream, another lucid dream.

He could control his behavior, but he couldn't get the girl back.

When he came to his senses, the next girl was already standing in front of him.

"Jingshui, I have paid back everything I owe you."

".Well. You don't owe me anything anymore."

"But you haven't paid me back yet."

"sorry."

Asama felt that in reality, he just owed them countless apologies - especially for his helplessness in not being able to accommodate them.

"Jingshui, you don't owe me apologies. What you owe me is happiness. The dream you described to us before is definitely not the happiness we pursue. People should not be trapped by any dream, constantly working hard to realize a dream, but the person you like is no longer around. That is not the happiness we, or specifically Majima Mai, want."

"I have said many times that happiness is something you have to create yourself, not expect others to give it to you."

“Why choose a path that makes you unhappy?”

“People live in this world not just to have fun.”

The short-haired girl frowned and said,
"Riyo is right, you must have been sick just now, why didn't you go after Riyo. I've never seen her cry like that before."

"You'll get used to it after crying for a while."

"Jingshui, why do you have to ruin the feelings of those who like you like this?"

"You think too highly of something called [like]."

There was a sudden burning pain on his face, Jiandao slapped him, and his eyes showed sadness, disappointment, or even despair.

Asana closed his eyes. There was no second blow, only the sound of the girl's footsteps leaving.

In this dream, are the actions of Fuzugawa and Jiandao a preview of transcendentalism, or is there someone behind the dream?
Asama had no answer for the time being.

Although I have told myself 100 times, maybe this is not a bad result. They are not snobs. The so-called "friendship" between him and them is maintained by consuming his love. If love is no longer there, friendship will naturally fade away.

However, the feeling of emptiness after getting rid of the pressure still strangled his SAN value.

Although he knew it was just a dream, Asana had already predicted how tired he would be when he woke up.

The sound and touch were abrupt yet soft, so soft that it swallowed up the abruptness.

"It must have hurt just now, right?"

My face was being stroked by a hand as delicate as a fiberglass feather.

The greetings in my ears revealed a very clear and granular joy.

"nothing."

Asana took Futami's hand away.

The girl didn't mind at all and held his hand again.

“Although I was exhausted before I got here, there was a voice telling me, ‘Futami, you must persevere.’ This is what Shizumi-kun said, ‘The victory of long-termism’, right~”

Futami smiled happily, then took a step forward until their noses were about to touch.

Asama asked,
"What does [the voice] you're talking about sound like?"

Erjian seemed not to hear his question. He stared at him and laughed again.

"Finally it's just the two of us, Shizumi-kun."

She took another step forward, and a sweet scent came, and the plumpness and softness that could not be imagined from Futami's appearance surrounded his body.
"Shizumi-kun is very happy. Is it that [the troublesome person finally left] that makes you happier, or that [it's good that someone who likes you stayed]?"

“It’s all very sad.”

"It seems that Calvino once said, 'Life is like the person I was waiting for didn't come, but you came, and that's not bad either.' Isn't it true that the person Jingshui-kun wanted to wait for is not me?"

"I'm not waiting for anyone, Yue Hai, there's no need to say that about yourself. You've never been a substitute."

Hearing Asana's answer, Futami nodded slightly, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.

"Well, Jingshui-kun, can we now forget everything that happened before and embrace our world that belongs only to us two?"

Looking at Futami's eyes flashing with longing for the future, he was overwhelmed by the heavy and frightening pleasure of being loved.

Behind the two of them was the gentle and boundless night, but without a trace of light.

If the dream is about desire, then why did he desire Futami to stay when he longed for Fuzugawa and Jiandao to be independent?

Is it because Futami is special to him? Or is it because he covets her power?

"Moon Sea."

"what happened?"

"I am burdened with a system. As a god, can you help me get rid of it?"

Erjian opened her eyes slightly, and streams of data floated through them. She smiled.

"No problem, □□□, let's start over."

"."

Asama escaped from Futami's eyes and woke up from his own lucid dream.

Sitting up from the bed where the great writer Fitzgerald had slept, Asama Shizumi repeated to herself more than ten times: "This is just a dream."
□□□.
In this world, only he knows the name.

This lucid dream was just a hastily edited scrap of film that I directed and acted in my subconscious mind.

I went to bed at around 1 o'clock and woke up before 4:. Asami, who was not sleepy at all, opened the window and a damp and cool breeze blew in. It turned out that it had rained not long ago.

There are indeed frequent showers in Paris in mid-August, so Parisians prefer to go on vacation to the sunny coast of southern France at this time.

People who like rain will not hate Paris like this.

The wet marks on the street surface reflected the street lights, and the morning light of the whole city was hazy.

Another cool breeze blew, Asana turned off the air conditioner in the room, walked to the bathroom, turned on the exaggerated round crystal switch, and water sprayed out from the Golden Swan faucet.

I was halfway through brushing my teeth when there was a knock on the door from the living room.

Is it Minister Fujiwara? He returned her the start-up capital she left in the Love Consultation Department several times the amount last night, which made her very unhappy. He also said that he would think of a way to punish him as soon as possible, or let her taste the punishment before that.

No, she couldn't knock on the door so politely. After thinking for 3 seconds, Asana ruled out the possibility.

Standing at the door with a toothbrush in his mouth, Asana felt that the person behind the door might be Busai.

Before going to bed last night, she sent several messages that made Asana unable to sleep well.

"Big idiot R-kun, are you asleep? I slept for a long time on the plane, and now I can't fall asleep~ Do you want to share [the trouble of desire] with me?"

Before he could reply to the message, Asana received several photos of Fuzugawa in the bathtub.

One photo shows her imitating the pose of the famous painting "The Death of Marat", holding a copy of "On the Road" in her hand; the other photo shows her with her hair tied up and sitting naked at one end of the bathtub, with her feet in bubbles and all the key parts of her body covered with bubbles. The photo should be a tribute to Pissarro's work "Bathers in the Forest".

It can be seen that the camera should be on the washstand opposite the bathtub. F-san really has too much free time.

Asama didn't dare to look at the photo carefully, and replied, "Sorry, I don't have those worldly desires."

"Hey~ Mr. R hasn't slept yet, so it must be a lie to say that you have no desire~ Then I'll give you a few more, and then it's time for the reward~"

After hearing what Fuzugawa said, Asana immediately deleted the other party as a friend and went to sleep.

Obviously, a big part of the responsibility for the nightmare he had last night was on Busei Kasumigawa, who kept taking the initiative to attack.

Asana opened the door, and the person standing in front of him was Futami.

The girl's face regained its color and she dressed up carefully.

"Good morning, Shizumi-kun. You got up early today too~ Um, are you surprised to see me?"

Futami looked at Asama's slightly surprised eyes, the toothbrush and foam in his mouth, and tilted his head to confirm something.

"Yue Hai, you haven't gotten up so early in a long time?"

"Hey, I woke up after hearing the alarm 5 times~"

"Weren't Mai and Pochi woken up?"

“I was wearing my headphones.”

"It's just a trip, there's no need to get up so early, right?"

Erjian raised his head and said embarrassedly,

"I always feel like if I don't get up early, I'll miss a lot of things. After all, Shizumi-kun gets up earlier than Mr. Sun."

"I'm planning to ride a bike around Paris later. Is Yue Hai interested? It's probably going to rain outside, so riding a bike isn't a very safe thing to do."

"I'll be careful. Besides, Shizue-kun will definitely protect me, right?"

Futami's mood suddenly became high, and he even happily dipped his finger into some of the toothpaste foam on the corner of Asana's mouth.

To prevent her from putting it in her mouth, Asana quickly wiped the foam off her fingertips with his hands.

“It’s very dirty.”

"I don't think it's dirty. Besides, Shizumi-kun doesn't want me to come into the house?"

Erjian looked at the empty corridor and asked Xiang Qianjian in a good mood.

"Come in. I'll be done washing up soon, just wait for me for a moment." Asana led Futami into the room. Futami raised his little fist and let out a faint cheer.

"Exploration progress of Jingshui-kun's room, 5/5 achieved~"

After hearing this, Asana felt that perhaps the Great God also had some kind of love achievement system.

He didn't know that as soon as he entered the bathroom, Futami started searching the sofa, desk, and bed. After confirming that no suspicious hair was found, the girl's mood became brighter.

When Asana came out after washing his face, he found that Futami had lay on his bed at some point, with his head buried in the pillow, rubbing his face gently back and forth. Under her lapel-collared hip dress, a pair of straight long legs were briskly and alternately slapping the quilt on the bed.

Asana coughed lightly, and Futami turned around and jumped up from the bed.

"As expected, I still feel a little dizzy after getting up so early."

"Why don't you take a break?"

"It's just low blood sugar. Yeah, I'm fine."

"."

The two went downstairs and saw several staff members carrying pots of flowers.

The core of the Ritz Hotel's fragrance system comes from these flowers.

The florist was arranging a large bouquet of white roses in front of a tall vase. When she saw Futami and Asama, she smiled and took out two flowers and handed them to them.

Several waiters in the hall came over immediately, and Erjian communicated with them in pure French and borrowed two bicycles.

Before leaving, Futami asked Asana to fold a bouquet of flowers into a suitable length and pin it on the left side of her bun.

Asama was not the sissy who wore flowers in his hair like the ancient Chinese, and he refused the suggestion of tying flowers.

We rode side by side, passing by the big-name jewelry stores in Vendôme that were not yet open, up Rue Saint-Honoré, and headed towards the Elysee Palace in the morning breeze of Paris.

Suddenly it started raining again.

Erjian looked very happy, holding his head high to welcome the slanting wind and drizzle blowing in his face.

"Shizue-kun, it's raining~"

"Well, it's a temperate oceanic climate, so it's normal for it to rain."

Erjian was too lazy to discuss the climate.

There were few people in the early morning, and now that it was raining, even fewer people were willing to go out. She felt that the entire Rue Saint-Honoré was occupied by two people.

There is drizzle and mist in front of me, and yellow lights and dark walls. It would be perfect if there was just a couple dancing and kissing in the rain.

However, lovers riding bicycles together are also nice. If this were put in a girls' game, there would definitely be a CG event time.

The girl had a smile on her face, but after a while she stopped smiling.

Why not just sit behind Jingshui-kun?

Futami! You big fool!
Asama observed this city where he had come and gone so quickly in his previous life.

There are luxury stores on both sides that are not open for business, but it won’t be long before photographers, models, and internet celebrities will occupy these stores and promote material desires disguised as history, culture, art, etc.

This street, which runs through the 1st and 8th districts, is narrow for most of its length.

After passing the Elysee Palace and pausing for a moment, they turned to the Champs-Elysees and rode towards the Arc de Triomphe and Place Charles de Gaulle.

Several workers were working on the roadside. They looked at Asama riding by with indifference, but then their eyes lit up and they waved and greeted Futami enthusiastically.

It seems that there are reasons for the decline of the old revolutionary base areas.

"Shizumi-kun, your expression just now was so funny~ I have unlocked a new side of Shizumi-kun."

Asama started singing the French version of the Internationale directly, and he deliberately strained his voice, trying to make the volume louder.

Those tourists who got up early or had not yet finished their night tour gave Asana the middle finger or thumbs up from afar.

Futami also joined the chorus with a smile and corrected some of Asana's pronunciation.

It’s strange to say, but Nijian, who loves French culture, is not interested in French literature, but is more fond of British literature.

In addition to Maugham, her bookshelf also contains novels by Shakespeare, the three Bronte sisters, Jane Austen, George Eliot and others.

In fact, British female writers are much more conservative in their literary creation form and attitude than French female writers. Although the heroines in many of their works emphasize tenacity and independence, they generally continue the traditional male-centered order, so that they have far fewer male readers than Beauvoir and Hélène Cixous.

Asama asked Futami about his favorite female writer, and he didn't expect it to be Murasaki Shikibu
The two stopped in front of the Arc de Triomphe.

"Can we take a picture together?"

"no."

"Please, Shizumi-kun, just this one."

"You just said the same thing in front of the Elysee Palace."

"Just now we took a selfie, but now we let others take the photo, which is different."

"It's whatever you say."

Asama saw a tall man with pure Gallic features and dressed more decently than homeless near the Arc de Triomphe, who asked to help take a photo.

After receiving the 20 Euro bill with a Gothic architectural door and window pattern similar to Notre Dame de Paris, the tall guy made an OK gesture and asked,

"Are you a couple?"

Futami stopped Asama and nodded quickly.

"Then turn on the camera mode on your phone. I'll take a few photos with my phone."

The tall man held Asana's cell phone and directed the two people to pose, shouting "Come closer, come closer", while he bent his waist and slowly backed away, trying to take in the entire Arc de Triomphe.

After a while, the guy put the two mobile phones in his pockets, got on Asama's bicycle and started pedaling wildly.

Futami looked at Asama blankly.

Asama was also speechless.

It seems that we can no longer divide people into different occupations based on their race.

"Don't worry, your phone won't be lost."

The sun hadn't risen yet, and the drizzle had stopped at some point. With his buffs fully charged, Asana caught up with the bike at an incredible speed for the tall man, and with a flying kick, he knocked the tall man to the ground, sliding for more than 10 meters on the ground. Asana stepped on the tall man's spine below the neck, squatted down, and took out his and Futami's cell phones from his pocket, as well as the 20 euro note he had given him before.

Several passers-by who were eager to do good stepped forward and tried to stop Asama's violence. Until they got closer and saw that Asama was breaking the victim's mobile phone into pieces like a wafer, they put their hands in their pockets and walked away.

Although he didn't know how efficient the French police were, when he thought about the trouble of taking statements and writing essays, Asana didn't stay for too long. He rode his bicycle to meet Futami who was also riding towards him.

"Shizue-kun, are you okay?"

"It's okay, you should have seen it, right?"

"Well, it's a shame that Shizumi-kun isn't participating in the Olympics. That flying kick just now was really cool!"

Before the tall man turned into the alley, he was stopped by Asana.

In the early morning, there are few vehicles on the Place Charles de Gaulle and the main roads, and everything is visible at a glance.

It seems that several enthusiastic passers-by whose destination is also the Arc de Triomphe are now walking around Asama and heading towards the Arc de Triomphe in a high arc.

Asana checked his phone and found that the tall man had taken two good photos. He looked at Futami.

"I've found my phone, so keep riding. Don't take pictures later."

"But can't we take photos at the Eiffel Tower and Notre Dame? The Palais de Trocadéro, which is not far from here, is also nice."

Seeing that Futami's eyes were becoming brighter and brighter, Asana didn't want to say anything to spoil the fun anymore.

Anyway, it didn't cross my bottom line.

He comforted himself.

“Take pictures of whatever you want~”

Futami seemed to have heard something as unbelievable as Napoleon's resurrection at the Arc de Triomphe. He dropped his bicycle and hugged Asama.

"Great~~~ Jingshui-kun is the best~~~"

Seeing that even the handlebars were bent and the damage was far worse than the broken copper and iron of the bicycle that he had just kicked down on the street, Asana forgot to dodge for a moment.

He parked the bicycle on the side of the road, took photos to check the damaged parts, scanned the code and paid the sky-high compensation of 500 euros. Then Asama drove Futami past the Palais de Chaillot, crossed the Bir Hakeim Bridge where the subway passed above and pedestrians and cars passed below, came to the Eiffel Tower, and walked along the Avenue Branly on the river bank.

Asama's speed was very fast, probably over 35 kilometers per hour.

I don't know when the drizzle started again. Futami, who had been looking up to enjoy the wind and rain before, now seemed to hate the wind and rain again. He buried his head in Asama's back, and hugged Asama's waist tightly with his hands. Occasionally, his small hands would touch Asama's abdominal muscles.

Stop and take photos along the way.

At 6 o'clock, when the sun's rays fully shone on the buildings on both sides of the Seine, the two finally arrived at Notre Dame de Paris, which was still under renovation.

The building without lighting lacks a sacred feeling.

After taking the photos as usual, Asama took 5 minutes to ride back to the hotel. In the meantime, the two of them took a photo in front of the entrance of the Louvre.

The morning cycling route, which covered a total of 16 kilometers and passed 11 bridges and more than 20 landmark buildings, was declared over.

The morning sun cast a layer of happy golden light on Erjian's face.

Instead of returning to her room, she followed Asama all the way back to Fitzgerald's suite on the fourth floor.

"Aren't you going back to your room?"

"They should still be sleeping. We'll go back later."

"Don't we have to gather for breakfast at 7:? They should be awake by this time."

Futami ignored Asana's words just like in his previous dream, picked up "The Tender Night" from the desk, and asked,

"Shizue-kun, do you like Fitzgerald?"

"good."

"Is there any original Fitzgerald in this room?"

"If there were any, they should have been sent to the museum, right?"

"Not necessarily. Look at all the paintings here. They are all authentic, but they are not overly protected. There are Chanel's design drafts in the Chanel Suite~"

"They are all novels. Yue Hai, do you like Fitzgerald too?"

"Of course, I've read The Great Gatsby and Tender Is the Night, and I can memorize a lot of the content."

Futami suddenly moved closer to Asama. After being caught in the morning rain, his body felt a little hot.

"For example, [As long as you say it, I will belong to you.]" (End of this chapter)