Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 286 Tokyo at Night, Me at Seventeen, Motorcycle, and a Beautiful Girl.

Men have so many quirks!

"Is there any way to get the answer directly from Aoyama-kun?" F. Rino suggested.

The expressions on everyone's faces shifted, but they didn't have time to speak.

“No way.” Bess Sakura immediately objected. “Aoyama-kun is very smart. He probably already guessed that we were celebrating his birthday in the clubroom. The only things we can hide are the original song and the costumes—we can’t do anything that risks exposing ourselves.”

Everyone nodded thoughtfully.

"Stockings," Ono Mizuki suddenly said.

The girls looked at her.

"Does Aoyama-kun like stockings?" Akika Gasai leaned forward slightly, her eyes shining.

"No, no!" Ono Mizuki quickly waved her hands, saying it was nothing, but her face turned red. "People on the internet all say they like stockings!"

“Stockings,” F. Rino murmured.

"Bunny girl?" the drummer asked dreamily.

"Yume, your understanding of stockings is too superficial!" Bess Sakura lectured her as her senior. "It's not just bunny girls who wear stockings. Nurses, teachers, shrine maids, maids, and many other professions can wear them."

"Can a shrine maiden really wear that as a profession?" F. Rino expressed her doubts.

"Time is running out," Mika Ono reminded her.

It's still early, of course, but the time it takes to shop is uncertain.

"Let's go with the bunny girl!" Akika Gasai said, half deciding and half asking.

The girls all had no objections, except for F. Rino.

"Um," she said hesitantly.

"What's wrong?" my wife, Akika, asked.

"Are there any bunny girls who don't show their breasts?" F. Li shyly tucked her hands between her legs, making her chest extremely, extremely, extremely, extremely, extremely obvious.

"I'll go with the bunny girl!" Bess Sakurako decided.

This is a really, really big gift.

Aoyama-kun will definitely like it!
"Where can I buy a bunny girl outfit?" Drummer Mengshi didn't know anything about this.

"Wait a minute, I think I have a solution." Ono Mizuki contacted the club president's girlfriend, who had always been in charge of the drama club's costumes, including the sailor uniforms for the performances.

Soon, the minister's girlfriend sent him an address.

The girls immediately left the family restaurant and headed to the address, which was located on the second floor of a commercial building.

"Wow!"

All of them are cosplay costumes, so many that I'm worried they'll collapse.

"Sailor Moon!" Ono Mizuki's eyes lit up.

"Kurapika!" Drummer Yumemi walked over as if bewitched.

There are all kinds of clothes available, and everyone can easily find their favorite character, whether it's a newly released one or someone as old as Dohko from "Saint Seiya".

"Why don't we just have everyone wear clothes they like?" Mika Ono suggested.

This way, I won't owe anyone too many favors.

No one agreed, not even F. Rino, who, after some hesitation, supported the bunny girl.

The group found the bunny girl, chose their own size, and then immediately went to buy other things, such as balloons, cakes, and custom banners.

At nine o'clock, the Ono sisters returned home on time.

"I'm home!" Ono Mizuki walked into the living room in a cheerful mood.

Aoyama Rika glanced at the two of them: "The gift isn't with me. It seems it's with them. Are they planning to celebrate my birthday at the Sunny Day Band Club tomorrow?"

"Sakura-senpai is so smart, you actually guessed it!" Ono Mizuki exclaimed in admiration, though it was unclear who she was admiring.

"There should also be a special birthday song?" Aoyama Ryou flipped through the book in his hand, "Return to the Little Kingdom", which had the label of Kaiming High School Library.

The two sisters looked at each other.

"You even guessed that?" Mika Ono said with a smile.

"I'm a 34-year-old brain," Aoyama Risa said, tapping his temple.

Although he was always discriminated against in the Department of Philosophy Studies in Athens, he was quite satisfied.

He put down his book, his previous air of strategic planning vanished, replaced by childlike curiosity as he asked, "What gift?"

"Keep guessing, aren't you amazing?" Ono Mizuki provoked, a sweet smile on her face.

At this moment, even if the punishment for guessing wrong is being stomped on by her, one would still be captivated by her.

"Let me think, what am I lacking lately?" Aoyama Risa pondered, pinching his Adam's apple.

Ono Mika smiled and poured him a glass of water, then poured one for herself and Mizuki.

"Thank you, big sister~" Ono Mizuki said sweetly.

"I've got it!" Aoyama Risa slapped the table lightly. "Transformers, right?!"

"Who would give away Transformers as a gift?!"

"You don't have one? I really want one, then—the Hsinchu Sword? You must all think I really like kendo?"

"wrong!"

"pen?"

"Will you need it?"

"Underpants?"

"Buy it yourself!"

The moonlight bathed the cobblestone path, making the courtyard resemble a pond.

Inside the window, bathed in bright, warm light, Aoyama Risa, Ono Mika, and Ono Mizuki chatted and laughed.

Ono Mika suddenly hit Aoyama Risa, who then assumed a defensive stance while explaining something.

Ono Mizuki encouraged her sister to hit harder.

I don't know what kind of nonsense Aoyama Risa was spouting.

August 26th, early morning.

hum~
[Ono Mizuki: Happy 17th birthday, brother! {Photo: Kiss}]

[Aoyama Rika: Come and kiss me right now.]

[Mizuki Ono: Goodnight!]

hum~
[Ono Mika: Happy Birthday~]

[Aoyama Rika: {Forwarded: Mizuki's kissing photo}]

[Ono Mika: {Photo: Kiss}]

[Aoyama Ryo: {Expression: A kiss on each side of the silly man's face}]

Ono Mika looked at her phone and laughed.

[Aoyama Rika: Goodnight, go to sleep early, looking forward to your performance.]

[Ono Mika: Okay, goodnight.]

hum~
hum~
My phone keeps vibrating.

The female accounts that had been dormant on Qingshan Li's phone all woke up at this moment, and even the female bosses, female seniors and female customers he had met during his part-time jobs sent messages.

This is a regular annual project.

In addition to messages of blessing, Aoyama Risa also receives many gifts, some of which are even sent directly to his home.

But he never accepted them; he returned them all.

He celebrates his birthday simply by eating a freshly prepared meal at home.

Occasionally I receive new socks (of course, some of my socks were already torn), new shoes (same reasoning), and new clothes (when I haven't bought clothes in a long time).

This year should be very different, right?
At least, besides the Ono sisters, there are now a few more people for whom he would accept gifts.

The number of messages gradually decreased. Based on Aoyama Ryou's experience, this was the end for tonight. Perhaps everyone wanted to go to bed early, so most of the blessing messages were concentrated before 00:05.

The next batch will start at 7 a.m.

"No." After reviewing all the messages, Aoyama Ryo muttered to himself.

I did not receive any congratulatory messages from Ai and Yaeko Miyase.

As friends, is it unnecessary to send text messages in the middle of the night?

Or is it that a lady wouldn't be awake in the early hours of the morning? It's highly likely that the person she met was Miyako Yaeko.
hum~
The time is 00:10, a time when there is no possibility of any further news.

[Yaeko Miyayo: Come out.]

Ok?
[Aoyama Ri: Come out? 】

[Yaeko Miyayo: I'm at your doorstep.]

[Aoyama Ryou: Let's go back quickly. We can talk about everything tomorrow.]

Although I'm very grateful that she came to visit me at this hour, it's best for a man and a woman to avoid meeting late at night.

"drop--"

The sound of a horn pierced through the air, indicating that a car was passing by. The driver was extremely rude, honking his horn near a residential area.

[Yaeko Miyayo: Come out.]

[Aoyama Ryo: Just you wait!]

It's obvious without even thinking that she's sounding the horn.

Aoyama Ryou stood up and walked out of the house. Although it was already late at night, the Tokyo wind was still sticky. After crossing the courtyard and opening the gate, Miyayo Yaeko was standing in front of the door.

She leaned against a brand-new motorcycle, wearing a red riding outfit that looked cool enough to pilot a mecha.

Her enchanted black hair was pulled back, and two helmets were placed on the motorcycle.

"This is for me?" Aoyama pointed to the equally cool motorcycle that looked like it could transform under her buttocks.

"Let me show you around," Miyako Yaeko said with a smile.

Wearing cycling gear and with her hair pulled back, she looked very chic.

"I'm going back!" Aoyama said, but his feet didn't move.

"It's a gift for you." Miyako Yaeko couldn't do anything about the little boy.

"Make way!" Aoyama waved her away, telling her not to touch his motorcycle.

He decided to accept it, even though the motorcycle was expensive.

Leaving aside the various copyrights of "Detective A" that were sold to her cheaply before, "The Girl Who Rules the World" alone also brought her huge profits.

When other authors write books, the publishers treat them to meals and pay for their free trips. Is it too much for him to accept a motorcycle in return?

"Which brand?" Aoyama Ryo stroked the front of the car.

"Honda".

"What model?" Aoyama Risa sniffed the leather smell of the seat.

Miyaeko didn't answer him, probably because she didn't know anything about motorcycles.

Or perhaps they were shocked by his obsession with motorcycles.

To say I like it that much wouldn't be an exaggeration.

However, with the option of "driving a motorcycle (B)" and having a motorcycle of one's own in front of one's eyes, it's a bit of an exaggeration.

Imagine someone who doesn't smoke is suddenly told they have the ability to exhale smoke in any shape. Wouldn't you want to try it?

Of course, smoking is discouraged as it is harmful to health; this is just an example.

Aoyama carefully inspected the motorcycle from front to back, top to bottom, making thorough preparations before finally getting on.

I put it in neutral and twisted the accelerator.

"boom--"

He listened with his eyes closed, his expression as if he were in a brothel.

"Aren't you afraid of disturbing your sisters?" Miyako Yaeko, who hadn't bothered him, asked with a smile.

Aoyama Risa immediately came to his senses.

He got out of the car and said, "Thank you for the gift, I'm putting it in."

"Don't you want to take a stroll?" Miyako asked with a smile.

Of course!
"It's too late, and I want to wait until I get my motorcycle license so I can drive it myself." Aoyama Ryo stroked the fuel tank; it was so thick.

“That will take a long time,” said Miyako Yaeko.

“I can ride, so I’ll pass the test quickly,” said Aoyama Rido.

"Did you secretly learn this while working part-time again?" Miyako teased with a smile, tilting her head slightly to look him over.

"That's right!"

Even if aliens invade one day and he fights in Gundam form, he'll say he learned it while working part-time.

Speaking of which, he once handed out flyers under the 18-meter-tall Gundam model in Odaiba.

"That's good." Miyako Yaeko handed him a card.

Aoyama Ryo took it and saw that it was his motorcycle driver's license!

"Forgery?" he asked.

"Huh?" Miyayo Yaeko was confused.

That expression was like the attitude of a printing press towards the word 'counterfeit money'.

"This isn't a good idea, you still need to take the test." Even though he said that, Aoyama Risa didn't return her driver's license.

But Miyako Yaeko snatched it away.

"Get in the car," she said. "You'll take the test now. If you pass, I'll give it to you."

What else could Aoyama Ryo do?
The only option left is to take the exam.

He sat on the motorcycle, wearing a helmet, and as the motorcycle slumped slightly, Miyako Yaeko sat behind him.

"Why did you sit down?" Aoyama asked, puzzled.

“This is a driver’s license that allows you to carry passengers, so of course we need to confirm whether you are qualified to carry passengers.” Miyako’s reasoning was quite sound.

Aoyama Ryo said nothing more.

"Where to?" he asked.

“Take me home,” said Miyako Yaeko.

"Where is your home?"

"Tokyo Tower direction."

The motorcycle slowly drove away from the residential area.

Speed ​​isn't everything, but the ability to keep the car, weighing over 200 kilograms, stable at extremely slow speeds made Miyako Yaeko realize that Aoyama Risa's skills were absolutely top-notch.

"Are you sure you can do it? Don't fall!" she cried out in fear, clinging to his waist.

Aoyama Risa had only one thought on his mind: "Are you questioning me?"

Aoyama Risa came out without changing his clothes; he was wearing the school's summer sports uniform, short-sleeved shirt and shorts, and Miyako Yaeko could clearly feel his body.

Very sturdy.

It was hot, but unlike the heat of summer, it was a comfortable kind of heat.

"boom!"

As we moved away from the residential area, the engine emitted a deep, muffled roar, like a wild beast awakened.

As the speed increased, Aoyama Risa lay on the car body, and Miyako Yaeko lay on top of him.

The cold, white light of convenience stores, the warm, yellow light of izakayas, and the ambiguous light of love hotels—these lights, as if detached, have become streaks of light floating in the air.

The neon lights became dazzling ribbons of light.

The two seemed to be surfing in a river of light.

It was already past midnight, and even in the international metropolis of Tokyo, many streets were deserted with few pedestrians and vehicles.

Everything around us, under the influence of speed, turned into silhouettes and disappeared behind us.

At one moment, Miyako Yaeko's long hair, which had been tied up, suddenly came loose and fluttered in the wind, as gorgeous as a black ribbon.

Her figure, nestled on Qingshan Li's back, resembled a cat, elegant and alluring.

The motorcycle was parked not far from Tokyo Tower. The lights were off, leaving only the bare tower frame standing in the darkness.

"Where to next?" Aoyama asked.

“Go back, my car is near your house.” Miyako hugged him tightly and didn’t let go.

Having spent so much time together, Aoyama Ryou could probably guess that this would be how it would end up.

He rode back, and this time there were even fewer vehicles on the street. On some streets, only the traffic lights were left, changing colors in solitude.

Aoyama stopped at a red light.

Miyako Yaeko's hand suddenly moved downwards.

"What are you doing?" he asked, grabbing her quickly.

"I'm a little excited." Miyako smiled shyly, then withdrew her hand and hugged Aoyama Risa's waist tightly again.

If she was deliberately provoking him, Aoyama wouldn't have felt anything, but she said she herself...
"Your heart is beating so fast." Miyako Yaeko placed one hand on his chest.

The two switched places, and the way Aoyama Risa's hand was placed already constituted harassment.

"Are you excited too?" Miyako asked with a smile, circling her hand on her abdomen.

"This is my first time riding a motorcycle like this," Aoyama replied, taking her hand in the process.

Miyako Yaeko gripped his hand tightly, their fingers interlaced.

"Didn't you say you had given up?" Aoyama asked.

“Sitting behind you, riding the motorcycle with you, I’ve fallen for you again.” Miyako nestled her face against his back.

Even through the helmet, this intimate and dependent gesture created a warm current that nourished Aoyama Risa's heart.

Miyako Yaeko stopped making any excessive movements, as if what she had just done was truly a momentary impulse.

She simply hugged his waist tightly, her face nestled against his back.

[The Girl Who Rules the World: 102%]

Aoyama Ryo finally understood why there was a '102%'.

The red light turned green, he twisted the throttle, and the black Honda motorcycle carrying the two of them sped off.

Because "The Girl Who Rules the World" is not over yet, there is a second part.

A person only has a few dozen birthdays in their lifetime, or a hundred if they are lucky, but how many can they remember?
Even special birthdays like eighteen, thirty, or sixty.

But this time, he will definitely remember.

On the morning of his birthday, the girl gave him a motorcycle, and the two rode it a very long way, all the way to Tokyo Tower.

That year, Aoyama Ryo was seventeen years old.

(End of this chapter)