Tokyo Wingman King

I have one last appointment to keep today.

At 10 o'clock in the evening, I will give personal consultation to Ayano Yanami, a persistent client of the psychological counseling department.

It is now 10:02.

Already late.

This consultation has been postponed again and again since last week.

But I couldn't move my legs.

I felt like I had become a ghost bound to the Futami family, and my body was out of my control.

My heart was out of control and I just wanted to stay here, just like a scarecrow watching over its flower field.

Is this the experience of being forced to discipline by the system?
Today's request is not to leave. What will be tomorrow's request?

Hearing Futami's uncomfortable groans, Asana turned Futami, who was lying on his stomach on the bed, over to his side and covered him with a blanket.

The reason they drank so much was because of him.

Every time at the end, each of them would occasionally reveal a look of emptiness and distress on their faces.

He knew it was all his fault.

Drinking is a form of resistance for them, a resistance to the absurd reality that is so close yet they cannot go any further.

In front of them, he had broken his vows at least three times and joined the ranks of drinking. His so-called bottom line was not as solid as a rock and unshakable. Once this gap was opened, it would become increasingly difficult to refuse.

I have to be more careful next time. I should avoid staying with them at night and go home no matter what when the sun goes down.

Hmm? Am I Cinderella who fell into the world of rule-based weird stories?

Asana patted his forehead, leaned against the edge of the bed, sat on the floor, and called the client to apologize.

The call was quickly connected, and Yanai heard some excited voice coming into the headset.
"Teacher, are you here? I'm at the McDonald's I located, in the corner by the window on the second floor. There aren't many people around. I bought you a grape-flavored Fanta."

".Sorry, I can't come because of something. Let's postpone today's consultation. I'll find another time to see you in the next few days."

After a short silence, the other party spoke incoherently.
"Oh. Okay, that's right. Sorry, I'm busy now, Master. I'm busy now, Master."

The girl hung up the phone, like an embarrassed passerby who accidentally walked into the film set and ran away.

Yanami, you can't become a strong and aloof person like this.
Asana sighed and flipped through the consultation records he had made.

There is more than one thing that needs to be discussed with Yanami in person.

First thing, about rejection.

I don't know if it was influenced by the cross-dressing Tomiya Jin, but Yanami started to like men's clothing and even changed her school uniform to a boys' uniform. She looked more boyish than Hououin, who often wore trousers under her school uniform skirt.

Because she looked too handsome in men's clothing, she was attracted by some girls. The places she usually went to were occupied by these girls. When she had lunch at school, she was also pestered by some familiar female classmates. (Yinghe is particularly open to LGBT, but the only competition with gender restrictions is that only the original gender is allowed to participate.)
In her pursuit of solitude, she is becoming a public spectacle, or a dazzling social star. Even if she doesn't say a word, there will be a bunch of planets revolving around her.

She didn't know any decent ways to say no.

The second thing is about choice.

She didn't know how to deal with the relationship between Tomiya and Kamiyama. She felt like a light bulb, but Tomiya always used her as a shield. She knew that Tomiya had liked Kamiyama before, but now, Tomiya seemed to be using the excuse of not being interested in love to avoid Kamiyama's feelings.

She still hadn't decided whether to be the god of love for both of them, Cupid, or to withdraw from it.

The third thing is the future direction.

She has completed the making friends assignment assigned by Asama very well, but she is confused about the future.

She told Asama that she knew the end of aloofness must be an existence like Asama, but she did not have the confidence to become Asama.

Although Asama had told her long ago, "Try to be a lone, strong person, don't try to be me."
In this regard, Asana gave her a second assignment - to confront the selfishness of people around her head-on.

If you cannot connect with others and cannot think of others, there is nothing wise about this kind of arrogance; if you cannot correct those selfish thoughts while thinking of others, you will be unable to defend your arrogance.

The answers to the three questions have been sorted out, and the purpose of meeting with Yana is to discuss with her which solution is more appropriate.

Asama had a vague feeling that Yanami would never tell anyone something unless it was said to her face.

Her love letter is still in the relationship counseling department. Maybe it's because she watched too many movies. So, should she choose to confess in person?
It could also be about joining the love consultation department.

At this time, Komaba sent a message.

"S.Wolfgangnir: Is it convenient for me to talk to you, Great Sensei?"

Asama dialed the number directly.

"Just tell me. Also, why did you return the reward?"

"Because I am also a partner of justice! Don't underestimate me, Master! By the way, I want to join the next operation!"

"What's the next move? Are you interested in shopping street advertising?"

"I'm pretending to be stupid. Of course, it's a game with Takishima's Justice League."

"If you have a gaming mentality, I suggest you stay out of it."

"But, Takishima said that you were the one who said the term [Justice Game]."

Asama paused and asked,

"Has there been any progress in Moji Kyoutoku's investigation?"

Komaba didn't want to end the topic.
"Takishima said that the next operation will use the Phantom Thief's Premonition Letter! This time I have to join in. I am a man who is 66 times more powerful than Professor Agasa, Sakura Futaba, and the like!"

".That's between you and Takishima, just discuss it between yourselves."

"If the Great Teacher doesn't participate, the fun will be halved. I sometimes dream of us all going on adventures together in China~~"

There was a hint of boyish innocence in Komaba's voice.

".Has there been any progress in Moji Kyoutoku's investigation?"

Asana asked a second time.

“Well, that’s why I called you, if it had been two days ago, his tail wouldn’t have shown up.

[KID]'s Moji is indeed doing that kind of business, but it's not clear if he's the boss behind the scenes. The buildings he frequents are full of shady beauty salons, gyms, and clubs, so maybe he's not just a pimp, he's also a customer of these shops."

"Can the identities of those girls be found out?"

"Don't worry, they are all earning money legitimately. They were probably found by Moji Kyoutoku on the Internet. Some are professional hostesses, some are professional Cosplayers, some are print models, and some specialize in Onlyfans. The most impressive one is a married fitness blogger with 40 followers. She pretends to be a JK in a very realistic way."

So are those expressions of shame and humiliation in the photos all acting?
"Are you sure you are actively making money?"

"Teacher, even if you don't believe in my skills, don't treat these women as natural victims. Your weird male chauvinism is almost extinct in Japan."

"Oh, you should take a look at how many women there are in the Japanese parliament."

"Men's dominant positions are all fought for by themselves.

If a woman is asked to choose between [dozing off in the arms of a handsome guy in a spa] and [dozing off uncomfortably in the parliament building], she will only choose the former.

Mr. Great Teacher, if you are just testing my views on gender equality - my view is always [equality of process is more important than equality of results], [equality of choice is more important than equality of power].

Men will have the determination to devote themselves to a mission, but girls only have the love brain for self-enjoyment. "

The sound of a Coke can being emptied came from the headphones. Komaba seemed very satisfied with his speech and apparently did not notice that his conversation had been recorded by Asana with his spare mobile phone.

Asana kneaded his brows and brought the topic back to the topic.

".What is the relationship between this Moji Kyoutoku and those two brothels?"

click -

Komaba opened another can of Coke and listened to him gulp down a big mouthful, making a weird sound of "Haa ...
"I think Moji Kyoutoku is just a customer of the brothel. I didn't find any information about the girls in the photos going to the brothel.

Well, they frequent those buildings. The building visit records include not only them, but also the students on the list you sent me.

Interestingly, a random search revealed that six members of parliament were involved in the first few clubs alone. They were from all parties, and two of them had obvious connections with the Kujo family. Although the [prostitution scandal] could force these two to resign, the impact on the Kujo family was limited, and the Kujo family could always put another pig back in power.

Well, Great Sensei, how long are you going to spread this net? When will the Konoe family launch a general attack on the Kujo family? "

"I'm not from the Konoe family. If you want to know the answers, go to the Konoe family. Who are the owners of the clubs you mentioned? Can you find out?" "In China, the Konoe family was split up. Well, I won't say it. You want to ask if you can find out the relationship with the Kujo family, right? If you can't find it, it should be said that if the Five Regents still make money from this, Japan is finished.

The behind-the-scenes bosses of the first four clubs are foreigners. Looking at their information, they are all foreign rubbish and they all started from scratch.

Several other clubs have some connection with DMM, which is the one I invited you to open a box to get Bitcoin. You must be very familiar with this company, right~~~"

What Komaba meant was that Asama must have watched a lot of pornographic films (DMM Group made its fortune through AV production).

Asana had no interest in responding to the flirtatious remarks. He found a point of entry from what Komaba had just said.

"Foreigners? Americans?"

"Almost the same, one is from Australia and the other from South Africa. They both have their own companies in Japan, which are similar to DMM's previous main business, with the FBI in the title. A few years ago, there was news that they were found shooting amateur AV scenes at their home during the anti-pornography campaign. In fact, anyone with a discerning eye knows that they are engaging in the sex industry under the banner of amateur AV.

If the Great Teacher really wanted to investigate them, he would have to be very clear. There must be more than just those congressmen behind these buildings. No one except the Tokyo District Public Prosecutors Office can go in and crack down on prostitution."

"Well, please organize all the information and send it to me later. I will study it later."

"Are you really planning to crack down on prostitution? As expected, with Tokyo as your harem, do you regard all the women as your private property? Well, it seems that we have to inform Daiki, Takishima and the others to immigrate together."

"Can your dog get a little bit of normalcy into his head."

"Well~ I'll sweep with you, sweep with you. It's not that I don't want to do it, but I'm reminding you that it's too difficult to ban this. Once the genie of pornography flies out of the bottle, it's absolutely impossible to put it back in. No, Japanese men have never been able to put it back in the bottle because their hands are busy with other things."

From the earphones came the sound of a can being opened, followed by a burp.

Asama suspected that Komaba might develop diabetes before the age of 30.

"Is there any information worth noting in the list in the library?"

"Not yet, they are just boring, ordinary people. Of course, I will continue to pay attention.

How is Master Moji Kyutoku going to deal with this? If we handle this matter in a fair and impartial manner, even if it involves a 15-year-old minor, it is estimated that he will only be fined. Therefore, I don't think that Master, you will use this evidence as a handle to threaten him, which will have any effect.

Well, how about targeting this guy in the next Justice Tour or Justice Operation? "

"Whatever you want. By the way, I'm sorry I couldn't help you find the cat last time."

"It's okay. The cat's backup battery has started working. It's actually safer to stay under Tokyo Bay now. I'll go salvage it in a few days."

"."

Asama and Komaba checked other information about KKIS -

KKIS announced that the suspect who vandalized the indoor gymnasium had been caught. He was a temporary school worker with hidden mental illness. The school's start time will be advanced to next Wednesday.

The location of KKIS's backup data center, judging by the power consumption, is most likely in the office building. Asama thinks he should go check it out tomorrow night and visit the monitoring room while he's at it.

Mieaki has been working normally these days, and has been eating 7% off bento for three consecutive days to improve his life. He has not had any contact with people from KKIS, but has been searching for information on two senior [KID] officials, Nobuyuki Bomon and Masanori Kadokura;
On Friday, Fujion Boumon took Tsuki Kankawa Mika to an I-san concert. It was a two-day family gathering over the weekend, and Komaba said it was a very boring gathering;

Because Tsuki Sarukawa Mika was invited by Fangmen on Friday, her parents thought that her love life had finally made some progress and the family atmosphere had returned to normal. On Saturday, she accompanied her parents and her younger brother to the amusement park. Today, she was sorting out clippings of the Death Samurai band in her room and watched the movie of the Love Counseling Club again.

The information provided by the Tsukikankawa family, which had installed smart surveillance for the entire home, was too detailed. Asama subconsciously looked at the ceiling of Futami's room.

Well, good, no cameras.

After hanging up the phone with Komaba, Asana turned around and tightened the quilt for Futami, who was lying on his side with a frown on his face.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he moved, Erjian suddenly bent his body, leaned forward to find the trash can, and opened his mouth to vomit.

“Ugh—————————”

Asana quickly grabbed her shoulders to prevent her from falling.

With a splash, the wine-red vomit hit the garbage bag in the bucket in waves.

After a brief pause, Futami turned his head and looked at Asana with his eyes slightly opened.

The girl's face turned red, and it was unclear whether it was due to the alcohol and blood rushing up, or because of embarrassment.

Before she could say anything, she couldn't help vomiting again.

After a few times, the vomiting became more and more intense, as if it wanted to squeeze out everything in the stomach, and the vomitus changed from wine red to translucent gastric juice.

The slightly sour smell of alcohol filled the room.

Erjian, who was somewhat exhausted, recovered a little and apologized immediately.

"Excuse me."

The voice was hesitant.

The Great Ming God is really drunk, what is there to apologize for?
"It's okay. I just couldn't find the medicine. The hot ginger water is ready. Drink it after it cools down a bit. I also ordered takeout. It will be here soon. Just drink the medicine obediently."

Asana stacked the pillows on the head of the bed, helped her lean against it, and first handed the warm salt water to Futami.

“Well, it’s ugly.”

Futami buried his face subconsciously.

"It's not ugly at all, but it's not as good-looking as when you're not drunk. Just drink less in the future. I'll go get the ginger water, wait for me."

He just said that he wanted to wait until it was cool before drinking it, but the information processed in his mind was already all about Futami's messy hair, his slender and delicate face, his soft lips, and the shiny threads of saliva that had just dripped from his mouth.

He even had the perverted idea that the crystal silk thread must be very sweet and it would be a waste to throw it into the trash can.
If he didn't leave and calm down, he would probably become possessed again like last time and cause her more trouble.

Asana went to the kitchen and poured ginger water into a bowl. Futami's family had run out of brown sugar, so they could only rely on white sugar to improve the taste.

Just as he scooped out a spoonful of sugar, he suddenly realized, isn't ginger water also a kind of food?

I am in a dilemma.

Fortunately, the delivery man called and asked him to open the door.

Feeding Futami hangover and liver-protecting medicine doesn't count as cooking.

When Asana got the medicine and returned to the room, Futami had fallen sideways on the bed again, and one could feel that she was uncomfortable from her posture.

"Yue Hai, get up and take your medicine. You will feel better after you drink it."

Asana helped her up again.

"Shizue-kun? He didn't leave. It turns out I wasn't dreaming."

"I won't take care of you next time you get drunk."

"Jingshui-kun has bad intentions. Likes"

The girl leaned into his arms again, her body trembling slightly, as fragile as a shivering baby bird just hatched from its shell.

"."

After giving Futami the medicine, the girl held his hand and fell asleep again.

After about 5 minutes, perhaps because the medicine was taking effect, Futami's breathing gradually became steady, his shoulders rose and fell gently with his breathing, and his face looked peaceful and comfortable, as if he was sleeping soundly in a furry world.

She said "Don't go" again before going to bed.

At this time, Asana was leaning against the head of the bed, unable to move.

The right hand is empty.

There are still 15 minutes left before the refresh time
What should I do?
Asama saw the mini record player on Futami's bedside table, which contained a Vivaldi CD.

So Futami likes to listen to Vivaldi before sleeping?

Asama turned on the switch and clicked play——

It was indeed Vivaldi's Four Seasons, but it was just the background music. What really sounded in the room was a strange male voice.

"Yue Hai, you can't escape tonight. I won't let you--"

Asama turned off the record player.

It is indeed not a good thing that AI technology develops too fast.
Asana lowered his head helplessly and looked at Futami who was resting his head on his thighs with a happy look on his face.

Do you listen to this before going to sleep every day?
Great Ming God, what can I say about you? (End of this chapter)