Tokyo Wingman King

After all, Pochi's wallet is much fatter than her belly.

Because it's summer vacation.

Girls' friend activities are more expensive.

In order to increase her sense of participation, Asama gave her about 100 million yen in summer pocket money.

The 1 million yuan that Boqi got from Phoenix Court has not yet been successfully returned. In the words of Phoenix Court, "This was earned by Miss Boqi with her own ability."

With Pochi's strength, even if she took a [fly] from Ito, the cost would be just a drop in the bucket in her wallet.

But what made Asama unhappy was not that Pochi was disobedient or spent money recklessly.

But no matter how skilled she is, it is too unsafe for a girl to run back to Tokyo from Ito in the middle of the night.

Asama frowned and rolled off the bed, ready to give Pochi an Imperial Super Destruction Brain Blow to make her reflect on her stupidity.

When he approached the entrance, he realized that the person coming was not Pochi at all.

"Good evening, Jingshui-kun. Why are you still awake so late?"

The long black hair of the Great Ming God was stuck to his forehead, face and neck in a mess.

The whole person is wet.

Water was even dripping from the ends of my hair and cuffs.

Black underwear can also be seen under the white shirt.

Asama quickly lowered his gaze.

The floor around her shoes was covered in water stains.

Noticing Asama's gaze, the girl felt a little embarrassed, closed her legs, and gave an awkward smile as if to show off her strength.

"Sorry. I'll clean that floor right away!"

He didn't know why she came here so late at night.

He knew why she was here.

There was a phantom pain in my heart like a twitch.

[Slender and beautiful girl,

You should spread your wings in the clear sky,
Your feathers should not get wet for anyone.]
Asama bent down to open the shoe cabinet, and said as usual, like a father admonishing his daughter who came home late.
"Go take a hot bath first, be careful not to catch a cold."

He took out a pair of slippers and asked Erjian to change into them quickly.

"I'll clean up here. Go take a shower.

Slow down! Go to the bathroom and take off your clothes!
Remember to turn on the hot water in the bathtub and soak your body to warm it up before getting out.

Can you lend me some of my clothes? You have some clothes here, I'll get them for you."

Asana led her into the bathroom.

The moment the bathroom door was closed, he immediately turned the air conditioner in the bedroom from cooling to heating.

26 degrees.

The air humidity was 75%, which was a bit too high, so Asana switched the air purifier to dehumidification mode.

He took out the cold medicine at home in advance, went to the kitchen, and started cutting ginger slices and dried red dates to make a cold-relieving soup.

There was a sound of running water in the bathroom.

Asana checked the department group chat messages and the message he sent in the group, [No need to see me off at the airport], was still at the bottom.

Fuzugawa and the others were probably asleep, and the Great Myojin had secretly escaped from the Jiandao family.
If you have any questions, wait until Erjian finishes washing and comes out.
The sounds from the bathroom continued to reach his ears.

It was the sound of the Great God brushing her teeth, but her toothbrush was in the mirror cabinet, and there was no sound of the mirror cabinet opening and closing just now.
That is
Asana deliberately opened his cell phone and played a random song.

The melody that sounded slightly distracted his attention.

He had an impression of this song, "Dancing with my phone" which was recommended to him by Bochi.

The quality of mobile phone speakers is average. Even HiFi audio sounds only slightly better than LoFi.

Do you want to install a speaker like the one in Damingshin’s house?
The kind of suit in "Infernal Affairs" that has [sweet treble, accurate middle notes, and deep bass]?
Seems like an unnecessary demand.

Purchasing equipment just to upgrade your listening experience is a purely impulsive idea.

Even though [Feng Cong Er] gave him the time to think while listening to music, he seldom listened to music except when he was resting.

Is there really anyone who would buy a house while traveling just for a scenery that they might not see a second time in their lifetime?

Asana used irrational lateral thinking to try to shift his brain's attention away from the bathroom.

Squeeze the juice of minced ginger into boiling water, add a few wolfberries, wait for the soup to boil for more than 10 minutes, and then add some brown sugar.

Asana walked to the balcony and brought Futami's underwear in. Then, at the bottom of the closet, he picked out a set of size 150 pajamas from the box of clothes he had received from Futami.

This pajamas is definitely a little small for Futami, but I seem to have seen her wearing it before.

I folded my underwear and placed it on top of my pajamas. I didn't pay attention when I was drying it before. Is it considered blasphemy to touch the underwear of a god?

He patted his face to dispel the strange thoughts, put the clothes in the basket and placed it at the bathroom door.

Asana said something to Futami and asked her to come over and get her clothes.

Then he immediately turned around and got a mop from the balcony and began to carefully clean the entrance floor. He concentrated on a small puddle of water and wiped it back and forth for a quarter of an hour.

Generally speaking, when facing their own gods, every believer longs for the gods to be closer to them so that they can listen to their wishes and bestow magical blessings; but at this moment, Asana only hopes that he can be as far away from the gods as possible.

This is probably the difference between a god who wears clothes and a god who doesn't.
He had tried his best to be a ruthless distracter, but honestly his personality conflict score had risen by over 70%.

Futami opened the door and came out, and was amused by the heat that was almost as hot as the bathroom.

"It's so warm! Is it still summer? Shizumi-kun is exaggerating."

Qianjian put down the book in his hand and asked,
"Did you blow dry your hair?"

"Yeah. My hair is almost dry. Jingshui-kun looks like an old man."

She watched Asana walk into the kitchen, where a sweet aroma was emanating from the silvery-white soup pot.

"Drink this brown sugar, ginger and jujube soup first."

Asana brought a small bowl of hot soup and handed it to Futami.

"Phew, it's hot."

"Blow it before you drink."

“Fu~~Fu~~~So sweet!”

The Great Ming God with disheveled hair had a happy smile on his face.

The two of them sat together, and Erjian deliberately moved a little closer.

Asama felt a strong fragrance coming over him, as if it could penetrate all corrosion-resistant materials such as steel, platinum, and diamonds.

He knew that these scents came from the shampoo and shower gel he used every day.

But on Futami, these smells seemed to come out of an overturned perfume bottle.

The fragrance on Futami's body made the [inflammable potassium permanganate] flammable.

Erjian took off her slippers, revealing her little feet, then put her legs down on the bench. She held the bowl of soup as if it were a treasure and drank from it in small sips.

"It would be nice if I could drink the sweet soup made by Jingshui-kun every day."

"I mean, would you still take the initiative to get wet in the rain like this?"

"I didn't expect it to rain as soon as I went out. Besides, isn't it summer now? It's okay to get wet in the rain for a while, just touch my hand~"

The Great Ming God suddenly extended his right hand, which was surprisingly warm.

It was the heat from the soup bowl that was transmitted to her.

She always has a strange way of cheating in some small details.

Asana placed his left hand on her forehead.

Slightly cool.

Looking at her now rosy face and energetic eyes, most of Asana's worries disappeared.

I thought it was a punishment, but it turned out to be a temperature test that was close to a caress.

Feeling Asana's concern, a feeling softer and warmer than hot soup spread from Futami's heart to his throat.

"I like Shizumi-kun the best."

Naturally, I said these words.

Futami's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and she secretly glanced at Asana's expression.

Sure enough, it was a strange, troubled, self-blaming face.

But when he looked into her eyes, his expression turned into a gentle smile.

"Girls should not be betrayed by some small touches of emotion."

Futami responded without hesitation,

"Each of these [little touches of emotion] can sustain me for a long time! More importantly, they are not small at all. As long as they are related to Shizumi-kun, then, for Futami Tsukiumi, there is no small matter!"

"This god is too merciful."

"I've already told you that Jingshui-kun is the great god, okay?"

"No, no, no, Yue Hai, you are the great god who changed my destiny. If there are miracles in this world, you are the god who can create miracles in batches."

"Really?"

"real."

“What miracle can I perform?”

“A miracle that comes true.”

Futami suddenly stood up from the stool in the restaurant, pointed at Asama from a low angle, and said with a smile,
"Fall in love with me~Bang~~~" That cute look seemed as if bullets were really shot out from her fingertips.

Asama, who had been shot, shrugged his shoulders stubbornly.

".Even gods can fail sometimes."

Erjian sat down somewhat disappointedly.
"Shizue-kun is a liar."

"I'm not lying. I can't take photos or play any musical instruments. I have poor balance. I'm not good at running, judo, or shooting. My cooking level is also average. I've become good at it because of you. You really have the magical power to make my wishes come true, Daimyojin. In my opinion, you are definitely one of the most generous gods in the history of human belief."

"I don't feel any sense of accomplishment when you flatter me like this. Who believes that God can give his believers abilities that he himself does not have?"

Futami's smile betrayed her.

Asana gave her another bowl of brown sugar, ginger and jujube soup.

"Will Jingshui-kun join me for a drink?"

"I'm a little angry. I can't add any more burden."

Futami was halfway through her second bowl when she looked at Asama who was reading a book nearby.

"Well Shizumi-kun, aren't you going to ask me why I came here from Mai-chan?"

Asana thought about it and felt that the reason for taking the underwear was not valid. He thought it was most likely a matter of seeing someone off at the airport and saying goodbye.

"If we say goodbye in person, it will be okay tomorrow night, right?"

"Didn't Shizumi-kun say that we can't be seen off at the airport?"

Sure enough, it was because I saw the message in the group.

"The flight was changed from morning to evening."

".Shizue-kun actually didn't want us to see him off at the airport, so he was being vague, right?"

"It's not like we'll be gone for long. I'll be back before the end of summer vacation."

"The evil-minded Shizuku-kun"

Erjian paused, then retracted his feet, showing a bit of naivety, and chuckled,

"Luckily it rained heavily, so my trip tonight was not in vain~~~Hehe~~~"

"Although I changed the sheets for you. But if the rain stops, I will send you back like I did yesterday."

Futami's happiness was like a faucet that was turned tight, and all of a sudden not a drop of water left.

"Eh, hey, hey? I always ask Shizumi-kun to take me home in the middle of the night. Forget it. I'll just sleep on the couch today. I'm already a little sleepy."

Futami, whose acting skills were already pretty good, suddenly looked a little tired, as if his previous energetic look was just a last gasp.

After drinking the ginger and jujube soup, Futami got up and threw herself onto Asama's bed.

Isn't it okay to sleep on the sofa?
Asana checked the weather app on his phone and saw the rainfall forecast for the next 6 hours. The heavy rain showed no sign of stopping.

"Forget it, Yue Hai, just rest here."

Asana pretended to be calm, as if announcing an established fact, and asked Futami to stay here tonight.

"Really~~~?"

Erjian's fatigue disappeared again and he turned over and sat up.

"Well, tomorrow, no, I have something to do with Dahui at noon today. Let's have breakfast together, and then you can go meet up with Mai and the others."

"Risei-chan's charity performance is at night, and it will be delayed if the weather is bad. Shizumi-kun, can't you let me go with you to meet Daiki-kun?"

Asama sighed.

"That Izayoi guy is there too."

I thought that when I said this name, Futami would feel uncomfortable and would not ask to go with me anymore, but unexpectedly she said,

“Shizumi-kun, it’s okay, I don’t hate or fear Izayoi-san anymore.

Previously, he asked my junior high school classmates to tell me he wanted to apologize, but I ignored him. This time, for Jingshui-kun's sake, I will give him a chance to apologize in person."

At this moment, Erjian did not seem weak at all.

She didn't know when she had escaped from the shadow of bullying.

"Aren't you disappointed? I didn't do anything to this person. Or, I forgave such a person without authorization. Or, do you have any doubts that I was the one who ordered Izayoi to bully you?"

Asana asked the question that he had never been able to say to Futami.

Futami stood up from the bed, she looked straight at Asama, walked lightly to Asama and stood in front of him.

"Because I believe in Shizumi-kun.

I believe that you will never hurt me, that you have the ability to turn a bad guy over to a good cause, and that you will not give up any opportunity to save a hopeless person. "

The distance between the two of them was so close, it seemed that she hoped that he could see directly through her eyes and see the determination in her heart.

"Well, let's go together then."

"When I'm with Shizue-kun, I won't be afraid of anything dirty in front of me."

"Feel sorry."

Futami's finger touched Asama's lips.

"If he can be of any use to Shizumi-kun, I can forgive him."

This almost unprincipled doting increased his sense of guilt countless times, making Asana feel suffocated.

"You don't have to forgive him. If you want, I'll let the punishment continue."

"Shizue-kun, just do what you want to do. If you really want me to punish him, Shizue-kun, then let me hug you."

Even without looking at the system panel, Asana knew that his personality conflict value was skyrocketing.

"If you don't answer, it means you agree."

Before Erjian finished speaking, he had already hugged the boy in front of him who did not dodge.

"No default, I don't like this kind of deal. Yue Hai."

"Then consider it as the tribute the gods need."

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Futami's face was resting on Asana's chest. She could no longer distinguish their heartbeats. She just felt that maybe she really had the ability to make her wishes come true.

Surprisingly, over such a small matter, Asana let down his guard.

She felt the tides in her blood vessels created by the pumping of their hearts.

He was like a sea that flowed into her veins, with endless ebbs and flows, dominating her heartbeat and pulse.

The sea water contains vague hints of a grand destiny—

When the tide rises, Futami Tsukimi, please put aside your reserve and love him.

When the tide goes out, Futamizuki, please be yourself!
This sea water has the indulgence of love and also the saltiness of love.

Is this love gentle?

No, when it overwhelmed her, it was too rough, too overbearing, too barbaric, and it pricked her like a thousand icicles and thorns.

It was too cold, too heavy, too empty when it left her on the shore.

She has begun to learn lies and meanness.

This isn't Shizuku-kun's fault.

This is all because Futami Tsukiumi is too useless, so he has no choice but to resort to this last resort.

"Shizue-kun, no matter how you treat me, I will love you thousands of times."

She finished her words, but he didn't leave. This gave her courage again, not a desire to soar high, but the fearlessness of both of them binding their souls together and falling continuously because of the heavy love.

The girl tapped her feet.

The clouds hide the moon, the neon lights hide the gazes, the night wind hides the shouts, but her heart has nowhere to hide.

Like Pessoa said, "I don't want you to love me, love is bondage, love requires me to love in the same way. But what I want is freedom." He can come up with 100 excuses like this in a few minutes.

But, not a word came out.

The side of his face was covered with warmth, and Futami's moon-like eyes were filled with mist.

".Feel sorry."

"Shizumi-kun has already apologized."

"It's not about that. I'm just an ordinary person, and I have desires too."

The boy's eyes were shining with golden light. He hugged the girl forcefully and bent down to kiss her.

It was as if the moon was held up by clouds, and Futami Tsukimi felt light and airy.

The burning breath and his unique scent mixed into a dizzying drug that spread through her nerves.

She could no longer tell who had first extended the burning affection in his mouth.

All literature, all art, all fantasy, all dreams, cannot compare to this moment.

Icebergs disintegrate and heavy cities collapse.

The touch of the two lips seemed to make the world tremble together.

Both sides were selflessly attacking and seizing cities.

Breaths, like fragments of kisses, fall down with a loud sound.

Suddenly, a piece of music was heard from the door again.

"Hello~~~" (End of this chapter)