Tokyo Wingman King

dong dong dong.

Wearing a dark blue business suit, Busei pushed open the door and walked into the office with a smile, then winked at the person at the top of the room.

"Commander Robert, this is the latest design drawing of the sixth-generation fighter jet submitted by the Aerospace Research Institute and the Air Force. Please give this fighter jet an exciting name."

She handed a document to Qianjian and said,
"Please avoid it for now, irrelevant personnel."

In the office, the pale-faced Seiichiro Yasaka, Ren Miura and Masaki Yanagi took the opportunity to leave.

"Why don't they just come up with the naming themselves?"

Watching the three people sneak out of the office, Asana glared at Busei with annoyance.

He felt that this situation had happened more than once or twice. The molten lava in his chest was about to erupt when it was covered by a large glass cover. If he didn't want to break the glass, he had to endure it.

Can't we criticize the shitty proposals made by those three people just now? Forget it, if it really doesn't work, I'll just make the proposal myself.
Eh? What proposal are you going to make?

After a moment of trance, Asana couldn't help but touch the little moonlit kitten sleeping on his legs.

Busei put away his smile and placed his hands on the table, trying to make Asana concentrate in an oppressive manner.

"The meaning is different. Don't underestimate this matter! The current situation has made many citizens feel uneasy. This fighter is an important prop to inspire people. If we can't let everyone feel the power of the country, the initial investment will be in vain."

Asama looked at the design drawings and technical parameters of the new generation machine and felt that the power of this encouragement was really limited. He asked,
"Why not hold a referendum? Wouldn't a name born out of public opinion be more in line with public opinion?"

"How much public resources do you want to waste for such a trivial matter as naming? What is being tested now is not the naming ability of the citizens, but whether you, as the leader of the country, can choose a name that conforms to public opinion. You are the spokesperson of the people, so you can't shirk your responsibility~"

Busuikawa spoke to himself with a look of disappointment.

Who was it who just said [Don’t underestimate this matter]? How come it has become a trivial matter again?

But what Busei was saying was not wrong, in times of frugality, we need to make a fuss about small things and cheer people up.

Asama thought for 0.1 seconds and gave the answer.
".Then let's call it People Power 666 fighter."

"General Robert, are you serious? Do you want our country to become a laughing stock for the people of the entire universe? Do you still remember the oath you took when you took office as the general? I might as well let little Masumi do it instead of giving such a random name."

"Ah Shui, something terrible has happened!!!"

Pochi rushed into the room, panic written all over his face.

"Xiao Yue Hai has been illegally detained by Deviluke! They also said that the conditions for her release are two-fold: either hand over your cooking secrets, A Shui, or you marry their princess Lala Satalin Deviluke!"

Consciousness fully restored.

Asama woke up from the dream in pain.

How can you really think you are the head of state? If you don't have the heart to work hard for the benefit of all, how can you have the nerve to sit in that position?

In addition, can the sixth-generation fighter jets really work against alien civilizations?
Also, how did this guy Pochi become a civil servant?

It’s all F-san’s fault that I had such a stupid dream.

It took Asana a long time to crawl out of the quagmire of shame.

It was still dark and I had probably slept for more than three hours.

His biological clock told him exactly that it was about 3 hours and 37 minutes.

The view in front of him was still Futami's bedroom. Outside the gauze-like curtains was a crowded skyline of buildings. Most of the residential buildings were dark, with only a few lights on.

[I wonder if the Moonlight Knight's obedient debuff will be automatically removed after daybreak.]
Asama thought.

My body is still in the same state as before going to bed, without any discomfort.

It made no difference to him whether he sat against the head of the bed for a few minutes or for a few hours.

Asana tried hard to pull his attention back from the dream to reality, but the kitten in the dream also ran out of his attention and turned into a beauty in reality.

Reality also has its own difficulties.
Erjian was resting his head on his thighs, like a little kitten, curled up safely in his arms, his breath exuding the scent of alcohol.

The two were also holding hands.
When did it become a [lover's handshake] with fingers interlocked?
Asama subconsciously let go of his hand.
Just like people who are serious about losing weight will stay away from delicious food, and people who are actively preparing for exams will give up all entertainment, there are some things that cannot be chosen based on instinct.

I am definitely not a slave to desire.

But the eyes betrayed themselves the next second.

Once your eyes meet the sleeping face of Damingshen, it's hard to look away.

It's almost transparent.

Asama thought to himself.

The way Futami was sleeping was so innocent that he felt she was made of water, pure and transparent water that had been filtered through hundreds of times, water that could not be naturally generated under natural conditions and was not polluted by this world.

Her lips were as white as honey.

[It should be sweet. No, it is sweet by nature.]
The thought from a few hours ago came back to my mind.

He couldn't help but have a strong urge to lean over, or hug Futami and kiss her soft lips.

Just like he did before. Yes, it's not like he hasn't done it before.

Many things, once started, are difficult to finish.

It is as if ancient humans discovered fruits they had never seen before. As long as they did not cause nausea, allergies or other physical discomfort after eating them, they would expand the fruits into their diet.

Once you eat it, you will eat it a second time, and then a third time.
A dull thud.

Asana used force from his abdomen to ensure that his lower body remained motionless while he was hitting his temple hard with the phoenix eye hammer in his right hand.

The slight pain and dizziness made Asana a little more awake.

Were you possessed just now?
Futami never asked for [KISS].

Are you possessed again?

Is it human to take advantage of someone’s misfortune?
Without the personality conflict value, will the true nature be exposed?
Thinking of this, he hit himself hard on the head a few more times before he completely calmed down.

He was sure that he did not suffer from skin craving syndrome, but he could also feel that the place where his skin was in contact with Futami was continuously releasing pheromones to his brain, and his brain was also actively secreting hormones in response, which made him fall into a hazy state surrounded by a sense of happiness and stability.

If I were to separate from Futami at this moment, I would definitely feel the emptiness as if a piece of my heart had been taken away.
Asama had seen that sense of emptiness on Futami's face.

On the Fujiwara family's cruise ship, on Zushi Beach, and downstairs at the Futami family's house.
So, on what basis can I unconditionally grab all kinds of blessings from Futami?
How much of a luxury is it to have a God that belongs to only one person?
There seems to be a sentence in the Book of Revelation in the New Testament of the Bible: "If you are faithful until death, I will give you the crown of life."

[God's servants are supposed to be loyal.]
We should be devoted to God.

But not only was he not loyal to the gods, even his loyalty to his friends was only superficial.

[The servant of God should have refused the crown.]
We should bear the bleeding cross and experience firsthand the suffering that the God we believe in has endured.

But he wore the crown and received all the blessings, but refused to experience the suffering that God suffered.

He had always regarded her unconcealed and constantly suppressed feelings as a burden that he was unwilling to carry.

The timid, selfish, hypocritical, despicable and greedy Asama Shizumi is not qualified to be Futami Tsukiumi's servant, or even to be a believer.

There is no way to respond to this feeling properly.
Because she is special, if she is not given special love in return, this love will be desecrated.

He could not allow a hand covered in mud to reach into the clear water pool.
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He also smelled the stench of alcohol and mud on himself.

Obviously the alcohol was metabolized long ago, but the smell did not go away.

Asana lifted the collar with his right hand and smelled it, and there was an even stronger smell of alcohol.

Both of them went to bed without taking a shower yesterday. This cannot go on.

Asana adjusted his sitting position and slowly moved his right leg, trying to let Futami's head slide off his thigh.

But Futami's head seemed to be magnetic and stuck firmly to his legs.

It's not even dawn yet, and waking Futami up would be a bad idea. Taking hangover pills doesn't mean he won't talk drunk.

then what should we do?

Legend has it that a prophet in the Middle East particularly loved cats. One day, he had something to do, and in order not to disturb the cat sleeping on his robe, he cut the robe before leaving.

Do I have to cut off my thigh to take a bath?

After cutting the legs, can we ensure that they don't bleed, so as not to dirty Futami?
How long will it take for the hind legs to grow back after being exhausted?

My brain was malfunctioning and I was thinking all sorts of things.

Forget it.

Asama took out his cell phone.

There were no missed calls. It looked like Pochi was still asleep, and Busei didn't send any more strange text messages.

The battery level has dropped to the red line, but the backup phone still has 50% battery.

Keep the status quo and use your spare phone to finish the questions before dawn.
"Xiao Yue~~~ You were always daydreaming during class~~~"

"Is that so?"

"Did something good happen to you yesterday? With Mr. Robert?"

"No, no, nothing good happened. I almost lost my face."

“But happiness is written all over your face~”

"Riyo, please stop teasing Yue Hai."

"Haha~ Xiaoyue doesn't seem to have much to do in the Love Consultation Department today~ Come to our Live tonight, Xiaomai will sing two new songs." "Okay."

In the days without Asama Shizue, the girls' daily lives continued.

Erjian rested his little face on one hand and looked out the window.

The sky is so blue.

There was not a trace of cloud to be seen, as if it were a piece of transparent blue glass.

Last night, Erjian had a very, very beautiful dream.

In the dream, Asana was riding his heavy-looking touring bicycle, carrying her all the way north.

Behind the wind is the wind, above the blue sky is the blue sky, and in front of the road is the road.

Everything you see is boundless.

It seemed as if there were only the two of them in the world. The road was golden and the wind, which made it impossible to open one's eyes, was filled with the aroma of fermented rice.

I didn’t like autumn very much before, simply because I didn’t spend it with Asama.

Erjian felt that with him, she could enjoy all the seasons, all the scenery, and everything in this world.

Erjian couldn't help but moan in comfort.
The back that was in contact with her face was warm, wide and thick, soft yet hard, and more comfortable than any pillow she had ever used.

Well, if you compare his shoulders to his chest, it's a bit troubling.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Shizue-kun, where are we going?"

She put her arms around the person in front of her.

“Not going anywhere.”

"Where aren't you going?"

“A journey is never complete without a destination.”

What Jingshui-kun means is that you don't want to end this world of two of us?
Thinking of this, Erjian laughed.
"If it's strange, it's okay even if there's a destination. After it's over, just find the next destination."

"Well, you're right. It would be nice if we take the stop as the destination. Let's go to Cape Soya later."

The scenery suddenly switched to the giant lavender fields in Furano, Hokkaido.

"The northernmost point of Japan?"

After saying this, Erjian couldn't help but chuckle.

"What's so funny about the northernmost point? Is there a saying in the Ainu language?"

Futami kissed Asana's back and shook his head, or rather, it was more like a cat rubbing against its owner.

"I was thinking that the northernmost part of Japan would be very cold even in September. If you feel cold then, Shizumi-kun, you can hug me."

"Can I hug you only when you're cold?"

Futami felt his face starting to heat up at the unexpected reply.

"If Jingshui-kun wants to hug you, you can hug me now. The question is, does Jingshui-kun really want to hug me? Can he hug me?"

squeak----

The bicycle stopped steadily in the lavender field, and Asana looked back.

"Of course! After riding for such a long time, one has to refuel."

The two of them seemed to confirm each other's feelings, and there was a hint of tenderness in their eyes that did not want to be rejected.

As they looked at each other, the inexplicable hesitation in their hearts melted away.

She laughed with him.

Thinking of how he had been rejected so many times by Asama, Futami suppressed his smile by at least 5%, raised his chin unconsciously, and snorted,
"You can hug me if you want, but there are conditions~"

“Has the relationship between supply and demand reversed?”

Asana gave a wry smile but did not look away.

Futami could actually feel the love in his eyes gradually growing, and the doting and burning gaze ignited a certain impulse in her body.

The person who is loved wants to respond to the urge of love.

Perhaps, Jingshui-kun was also so patient in the past?
Futami's feet did not touch the ground, and Asana continued to support the bike to maintain balance.

He smiled and said,
"Comrade Damingshen, can you please tell me your conditions?"

Futami pointed to his lips.

"I need to kiss here first before I can hug you."

She thought that her smile at this moment must look very cunning.

“Is the order reversed?”

"It's okay if you go back a little bit, I'm ready."

He closed his eyes
Open it again,

It’s already the ceiling of my house, and there’s Shizumi-kun’s sleeping face???

Eh?
Hey hey hey hey?
As soon as the sun rose, Asana woke up Futami.

"Did Jingjingshui-kun really not go home yesterday?"

"Well, you were the drunkest and vomited a lot, so I was a little worried."

“Ah ...

As if she couldn't accept Asana talking about his vomiting in front of her, Futami quickly packed her clothes and hid in the bathroom.

There was a bang when the door closed, and the whole room seemed to shake.

What a strong force.

While Futami was taking a shower, Asana went to the nearby FamilyMart convenience store to buy a sandwich and milk.

After Erjian finished taking a shower, it seemed that all the shameful memories of yesterday were washed away. She did not mention what happened last night, and had no recollection of what she said when she was drunk last night.

"Is Shizumi-kun going to a new school?"

"Ah."

"You must be very busy. You can also give me the second phase of consultation for Yanami-san."

"Not yet, her situation is rather special."

"Special? Isn't it hard to refuse?"

"Not really. I can't predict where she will grow."

Erjian nodded silently and smiled again.

"When you encounter difficulties, Shizue-kun, don't try to be brave by yourself."

"I thought I was omnipotent in front of Yue Hai."

"That's true, but if you're always unable to help, you'll become a useless person that people hate."

"People who hate you are the most useless. By the way, Yue Hai, you shouldn't work too hard recently. Just reject any unsuitable commissions."

"It's okay. Actually, Mai-chan, Riyo-chan, Masumi-chan, and Haruka-chan all helped."

The two of them took 1 minutes to finish the breakfast, which could have been finished in 30 minute.

Asana couldn't resist Fumiaki, so she took a ruler and carefully measured his height and shoulder width in front of the dressing mirror.

"Shizumi-kun is growing. The old size must be too small."

Futami stood on tiptoe slightly, touched Asana's head, and compared the height difference between the two.

At 7:30, when Asana returned to the apartment, Pochi was still sleeping soundly.

So drinking is a mistake, right?
My biological clock, which was meant to be a good place to study, was suddenly disrupted.

I lied to Futami. Actually, I don't have to teach KKIS today. Correspondingly, I have to cover up this lie to Pochi.

I can only continue to sleep in the hotel these days.

She took out makeup tools and spare clothes from the secret compartment in the bathroom, assigned three sets of papers of moderate difficulty according to Pochi's progress, left a small note, asking her not to act up in the next few days, and stuffed her dog-head wallet with banknotes. Only then did Asana feel at ease to go out.

20 minutes later, the scene switches to Kondo Shinichiro's Asama, who makes a phone call while standing next to a coffee shop in Ochanomizu.

It took 11 rings before the call was connected.

"May I ask who you are."

"Excuse me, is this Miss Anna Scott King? Mr. V asked me to contact you." (End of this chapter)