Tokyo Sick Girlfriend

Chapter 203 Night Attack
Shiratori Seiya's eyebrows twitched slightly. He couldn't help but wonder how Saori could sense it. When did she become so perceptive?

But admitting it would make him seem petty, so he smiled nonchalantly and said:

"Saori, you're overthinking it. I just came out to answer a phone call and reply to some things at the company."

Hearing his denial, Saori blinked her clear eyes, carefully observed the expression on his face, and then nodded, saying:
"Hmm... But, Saori wants to be alone with Kiyoya."

"Ah."

Shiratori Seiya hesitated for a moment, then reached out and touched Saori's hair, his hand sliding down her smooth ponytail before he grasped her shoulder and smiled:
"That's how much you think of me?"

"Uh-huh!"

Hearing this, Saori nodded vigorously, then snuggled into his arms, nuzzling her head against his chest, and said in a wronged tone:

“Saori misses Seiya very much; she dreams of Seiya coming to see her.”

"Saori also thought about going to see Kiyoya, but she was afraid that Kiyoya would be angry with her..."

“Saori has been dreaming several times that Seiya hasn’t come to see her again, just like last time. Saori is so scared. She doesn’t want to be abandoned by Seiya…”

She paused, hesitated for a moment, then looked up at Shiratori Seiya's chin and said:
"Kiyoya, you won't leave Saori, right?"

Meeting the girl's gaze, Shiratori Seiya nodded, his mind involuntarily turning to Shione. Shione had asked him the same question before, and in a daze, it was as if Saori had become Shione.

"Um……"

He responded, not wanting to continue the topic, and then asked:

"Saori, did you talk to your company president before you left? Was everything alright?"

"Yes, I've already spoken to the president..."

As soon as Saori Hasegawa finished speaking, a figure walked out of the barbecue restaurant and called out to her:
"Shaori."

The sound was clearly coming from their direction, and the two looked at each other at the same time, only to see Yokoyama Miyu walking quickly towards them.

She first glanced at the two of them embracing intimately, a hint of envy appearing in her eyes. Then she looked at Saori helplessly, her eyes filled with a sense of disappointment.

Yokoyama Miyu took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and couldn't help but say:
You didn't listen to a word I said.

Upon hearing this, Saori Hasegawa shrank back, avoiding the other person's gaze like a fawn.

She naturally understood what the president meant by those words.

During these two weeks, aside from training, whenever she had free time, Yokoyama Miyu would always share some "dating tips" with her.

'You always have to use some tactics to deal with men. I don't need to use every trick in the book, but you should at least know how to play hard to get, right?'

"If you keep clinging to him like this, he'll eventually get tired of it. There's a reason men like 'green tea' types; isn't he also having an ambiguous relationship with another woman? How can you possibly compete with that?"

Yokoyama Miyu often nagged her with these words, but she always let them go in one ear and out the other, occasionally listening to a few words and then unable to help but retort:

'But Saori can't do it. Saori wants to pounce on Kiyoya whenever she sees him.'

'Keiji isn't that kind of person; Saori has her own plans.'

After hearing this, Yokoyama Miyu felt dizzy and lightheaded, but she still carefully reasoned with her:
'I'm not saying you shouldn't like him, I just want to gradually make him like you more.'

Saori didn't argue at the time, thinking that this idiot had taken her words to heart, but when she saw the scene in front of her, she was so angry that she laughed.

Shiratori Seiya, seeing the other person suddenly burst into laughter, felt somewhat puzzled and asked:
"President Yokoyama, is there something you need?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Yokoyama Miyu gave Shiratori Seiya a deep look, and her lips moved as she said:

"Don't let Saori down."

To Shiratori Seiya, these words were as good as nothing. He knew in his heart that Yokoyama Miyu's words were somewhat superfluous, but since the other party was concerned about Saori, he nodded politely.

"Yes, I will. Is there anything else?"

Shiratori Seiya remained expressionless, but Yokoyama Miyu inexplicably felt a pressure. She instinctively averted her gaze, her lips moving as she spoke:
"Take Saori out to play, and remember to bring her back to her early. She has a competition tomorrow."

"Don't worry, I'm in the hotel you booked."

"?"

Yokoyama Miyu was somewhat surprised by this. She hadn't expected Shiratori Seiya to care so much about Saori. Thinking back to how he had ordered a cart of meat for Saori earlier, she couldn't help but wonder if she had thought too badly of him.

But she dismissed the idea as soon as it came to mind.

If his feelings for Saori were even half as strong as Saori's, he wouldn't be having an ambiguous relationship with another woman.

To put it bluntly, he's still a scumbag.

But in front of Saori, she couldn't say anything more, so she smiled politely at Shiratori Seiya, then looked at Saori meaningfully and said:

"Saori, you have to be back in your assigned room before 10 o'clock, okay? There's a match tomorrow, you know that, right?"

"Uh-huh."

Saori nodded obediently, as if she had really taken it to heart. However, she forgot about it again after Yokoyama Miyu left.

She held Shiratori Seiya almost every step of the way, whispering sweet nothings about how much she missed him. As she talked, she seemed to get hungry, so she opened the plastic bag, skewered some grilled meat with a toothpick, ate a couple of bites, and then continued to nag him.

Shiratori Seiya felt a little cold, so he pulled her into the car and stuffed the roses he had prepared into her arms.

Saori clearly hadn't expected this, and buried her face in her hands, grinning foolishly.

When she looked up, several flowers in the bouquet were clearly missing many petals. Saori was chewing on petals, with red crumbs at the corners of her mouth.

Shiratori Seiya was stunned by what he saw. Just as he was about to take a tissue to wipe her mouth, she leaned over and kissed him.

The girl's lips were cool to the touch. Shiratori Seiya took her red lips into his mouth and sucked on them unconsciously, the aroma of roasted meat and roses mingling between his lips and teeth.

After a long while, Saori raised her face, her once clear eyes now filled with love.

She gazed at Shiratori Seiya, and a soft, pleading sound escaped her lips:

"Kiyoya, could you sleep with Saori tonight...?"

Upon hearing this, Shiratori Seiya's body, which was already warming up, immediately responded.

Ever since he slept with Xiyin, his body felt like some kind of mechanism had been unlocked; desire was especially strong, and his throat was a little dry, but he still had some rationality left in his mind. He licked his lips and said:
"You have a match tomorrow, so you should get some rest."

"?"

Upon hearing this, Saori Hasegawa blinked and asked blankly:
"With Kiyoya by her side, Saori will sleep better."

"..."

Looking into the girl's clear eyes, Shiratori Seiya knew she didn't understand what he meant at all.

As she spoke, Saori Hasegawa reached out and tugged at his sleeve, whispering:
"Can't you?"

Shiratori Seiya felt a little helpless. He took a deep breath to calm himself down and smiled, saying:
"can."

However, things didn't go as Saori had hoped. It wasn't until Shiratori Seiya drove her back to the hotel that things took a turn for the better.

He had just been cuddling her in the room for a short while when Yokoyama Miyu called her directly, asking where she was.

Saori hesitated for a long time, unwilling to speak, but in the end Shiratori Seiya took the phone and told the other party.

He used to be confident that he could simply hold Saori and sleep for one night without doing anything else.

But now, just holding Saori's soft body, the desire within him surged upwards.

He didn't mind something happening between him and Saori, but after all, she had to participate in a competition tomorrow. If she overworked herself and underperformed in the competition, it would be a loss.

Seeing Yokoyama Miyu appear at the door and take Saori back, he couldn't help but feel relieved.

Of course, he wasn't the only one who felt the same way. When Yokoyama Miyu saw that the two of them weren't disheveled, she couldn't help but feel a little relieved.

She simply wouldn't believe that a man and a woman could spend the night together in a hotel.

"Let's go, Saori."

"Oh."

Hasegawa Saori shuffled forward reluctantly, and after putting on her shoes in the entryway, she was pulled away by Yokoyama Miyu. She looked back at Shiratori Seiya every few steps.
"Saori left?"

"Good night."

After seeing Saori off and closing the door, Shiratori Seiya took a hot bath, then lay down on the bed, picked up his phone, and comforted Rinne again, saying that he would go back in a couple of days and bring her a gift.

However, looking at the reply from the other party, he felt that Lingyin might not have completely believed it.

However, it doesn't matter. I'll just coax her a little when I get back, and Lingyin will be fine.

He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, and began to think about Fujikawa Shunpei again.

Gradually, drowsiness crept in.

He glanced at his phone; it was already eleven o'clock. He was about to turn off the lamp and go to sleep when he suddenly heard a knock at the door.

Ok?
Wondering who would be knocking at this hour, he got out of bed and walked towards the door.

Through the peephole, I saw Saori, dressed in blue pajamas, standing at the door.

Shiratori Seiya was taken aback, then reached out and opened the door.

"Click."

"Saori, what's wrong with you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Saori darted in like a rabbit and deftly closed the door behind her.

The girl faced Shiratori Seiya, her hands behind her back, her body pressed against the door, her beautiful eyes glistening with tears as she stared intently at him.

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(End of this chapter)