Tokyo Sick Girlfriend

Chapter 82 Warmth (Seeking monthly votes... is that alright?)
Shiratori Seiya didn't sleep a wink last night. Although many things happened suddenly, the more chaotic the situation became, the calmer he remained.

After thinking it over calmly all night, the final decision was exactly as Mio Takahashi had said: he had no intention of giving up on either Shione Hojo or Saori.

If I had some hesitation about whether or not to start a harem like the male protagonist in anime after that kiss from Mio Takahashi, then...

But after learning that Hojo Shione had broken up with him, he had completely made up his mind.

Although I'll have to put in a lot of effort to take care of them in the future, and it might be a bit unfair to myself, Saori and Shione are already like this, so I guess I'll just have to put up with it.

Of course, giving up making money is impossible.

In this materialistic society, you are nothing without money.

Saori needs money to support her, and I want to give her a better life, which requires money.

Hojo Shione also needs to use money to exchange for songs from the system to support her dreams. Even if she puts aside her dreams, she still needs money to have more choices in life in the future.

Take this sudden incident for example. If you have enough money, all the negative consequences can be wiped out, and compensation is no longer a concern. The artists and record companies might even be begging you to hold another concert...

Moreover, after experiencing the deep affection Hojo Shione and Saori had for him, Shiratori Seiya had another idea regarding the use of the system.

We need to experiment first...

About an hour later, after dropping Takahashi Mio off at home and reminding her to go back to class in the afternoon, Shiratori Seiya headed towards his own home.

He hadn't slept for a day and a night. He was quite energetic just now, but after driving, he was a bit sleepy and was going to go back and catch up on some sleep.

We'll talk about other things after I wake up.

Feeling the soreness in his eyelids, Shiratori Seiya took the elevator upstairs.

However, as he stepped out of the elevator and reached the corner of the corridor, he saw a familiar figure sitting at his doorstep.

A girl dressed in a white tracksuit was seen kneeling at her own doorway, holding a long knife in one hand and a seaweed rice ball in the other, like a door god.

Shiratori Seiya subconsciously thought he was seeing things, rubbed his eyes, and realized that the other person was indeed Saori.

Unlike her usual high ponytail, her hair was loose today, falling down her back onto the tiles.

Saori squinted her eyes, her cherry lips pressed against the white, sticky rice ball, taking small bites.

She savored and chewed each bite carefully for a long time, her eyes filled with happiness.

Seemingly sensing the gaze upon her, Saori suddenly stopped biting into her rice ball and looked up in the direction of Shiratori Seiya.

Saori froze for a moment, blinked her clear eyes, and after confirming that the other person was her beloved, she immediately stood up, supporting herself with her long sword, and pounced on him with a silly grin:

"Qing Zai!"

Seeing this, Shiratori Seiya quickly raised his hands to hug her. As the girl was in his arms, a fragrance lingered around his nose. Unlike Hojo Shione's jasmine scent, Saori's fragrance was that of lavender laundry detergent.

Feeling the warmth of the girl in his arms, Shiratori Seiya patted her back and said:
"How did you come?"

"Well……"

Hasegawa Saori hesitated for a moment without answering, then lowered her forehead and rubbed against his chest, sniffing him like a puppy.

Suddenly, a look of confusion flashed across Saori's face. She raised her head, stared into Shiratori Seiya's eyes, and pouted, looking aggrieved:

"Keiji smells like another woman..."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Shiratori Seiya opened his mouth. He hadn't had time to shower and change clothes after returning to the hotel this morning. He was just thinking about bringing Takahashi Mio back as soon as possible so he could get some rest.

Right now, he should be covered in Hojo Shione's scent...

'Ahem. '

Shiratori Seiya coughed lightly to cover his embarrassment, then pushed Saori away and said while pressing the electronic password:

"Saori, you know the password, so why are you just standing at the door and not going in?"

He paused, stopped typing the password, and asked:
"You forgot your password again?"

“Saori isn’t stupid.”

As she spoke, she took out her phone, opened the notes app, and showed Shiratori Seiya the eight-digit password, saying:

"Saori has a password saved."

With a click, the door opened, and Shiratori Seiya stepped aside, looking at her profile and saying, "So why don't you come in?"

"Because that way, when Kiyoya comes back, Saori will be able to see him immediately."

Upon hearing this, Shiratori Seiya paused, momentarily stunned by her action of bending down to help her take off her shoes.

"Wouldn't you see it sooner if you waited at the entrance of the residential area?"

"No way."

Saori shook her head, her feet held in his hands. A blush rose to her fair face, and her pure eyes welled up with tears as she said:
"In that case... phew... in that case, I won't be able to help Kiyoya guard the house."

What a loyal dog...

While Shiratori Seiya was both amused and touched, he gently pinched her toes through her white cotton socks and said:

"Don't wait outside anymore. You carry a wooden knife with you everywhere you go. People who don't know better will think you're here to seek revenge. It wouldn't be good if the neighbors called the police."

"Oh." Hearing him say that, Saori Hasegawa nodded obediently, then wiggled her toes and whispered:
"Saori took a shower before coming here, so her feet don't smell."

Upon hearing this, Shiratori Seiya rolled his eyes at her and shoved her feet into his slippers, saying:

"It's as if I ever looked down on you."

As he spoke, he stood up and walked towards the living room, saying:

"I remember you said you had training all week, right? Why did you wait for me at home today?"

He poured her a glass of water and placed it on the coffee table, then lit two sticks of sandalwood incense to wash away his own scent. After doing all this, he looked up and stared into Saori's eyes, saying:

"And you didn't even tell me in advance. Were you planning to wait here for me all day if I didn't come back today?"

"Um……"

Saori Hasegawa nodded slowly, not daring to look at his face, her fingers kneading her long sword as she muttered:
"If Kiyoya doesn't come back, Saori will just have to wait."

Seeing her like this, Shiratori Seiya couldn't resist the urge to tease her. He pulled her onto the sofa and pinched her cheeks with both hands, saying:
"So, what exactly happened?"

Although Saori Hasegawa's face is not very fleshy, her skin is as smooth as egg white, and once you touch it, you can't stop.

"Well……"

"That idiot... was that concert a hoax?"

Hasegawa Saori's face was being pinched by her, and she made indistinct sounds, but Shiratori Seiya could still understand her.

He stopped what he was doing, looked into the girl's pure eyes, and opened his mouth.

"If she did that, Kiyoya must be very disappointed in her, right? Kiyoya must be very sad, right?"

As she spoke, she grasped Shiratori Seiya's hand and placed it on her face, whispering:

"Saori doesn't want Kiyoya to be sad..."

As she spoke, she leaned closer, close enough to see each other's faces through their pupils.

Their foreheads touched, and she said earnestly:

"Keiya still can't let go of Hojo, right? Just like he can't let go of Saori..."

"I……"

Hearing her say that, Shiratori Seiya's heart skipped a beat, and he opened his mouth to explain.

However, Saori Hasegawa lowered her head and kissed him.

The girl's soft lips, like jelly, sealed the words from his mouth.

She licked it carefully with her tongue, like a cat, then raised her face, looking intently at the boy in front of her, and said:

"If Kiyozai likes her, that's fine."

She paused, then said earnestly:

"Since you can't let go, just like them both. If anyone doesn't want her, Saori will help Kiyoya snatch her away."

As she spoke, she released Shiratori Seiya's face, picked up the wooden sword on the coffee table, and twirled it.

He pursed his lips, still somewhat dazed by Saori's kiss.

He realized what was happening at that moment, and although he was genuinely moved by Saori, he couldn't help but complain:
"What era is this? Why are they still acting like bandits?"

"Hmm, is that not allowed?"

Saori Hasegawa frowned in frustration after her suggestion was rejected, racking her brains for a moment before saying:

"Then knock him out and put him in Kiyoya's bed tonight."

"Does that make any difference?"

Shiratori Seiya reached out and tapped her forehead, saying:

"We live in a society governed by law now, so don't overthink it."

"But……"

"Saori doesn't want Seiya to be sad. Saori wants Seiya to be happy. As long as Seiya is happy, Saori will do anything."

Upon hearing this, Shiratori Seiya felt a pang of sadness, and his already sore eyes turned red and moistened.

Seeing this, Hasegawa Saori leaned forward again, her pink lips wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and her fingers smoothing his furrowed brows.

She placed her hands on Shiratori Seiya's shoulders and rested his head on her lap.

Staring into the boy's reddened eyes, Saori Hasegawa said softly:

"Keiya used to massage Saori like this, now it's Saori's turn to take care of Kiyoya."

As she spoke, she raised her long, slender, fair hand and slowly covered Shiratori Seiya's eyes, saying:
"Kiyoya can rest now."

The fragrance emanating from the girl, along with the calming sandalwood scent in the air, lingered around my nose.

Resting his head on her round thighs, feeling the warmth between them, Shiratori Seiya wanted to say something, but then his head felt heavy, and a few seconds later he completely lost consciousness.

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(End of this chapter)