Tokyo: Let the wicked women pay the price!

Shinjuku, formerly the sub-center of Tokyo.

Today, it is the premier commercial district in Tokyo and even in all of Asia.

The shopping district around Shinjuku Station is arguably more trendy and upscale than Shibuya.

If Shibuya is more like a hub for trendy fashion items, then the area around Shinjuku is a distribution center for mid-to-high-end goods.

If you want to visit all the designer brands in one trip, Shinjuku is a great choice.

As soon as Fujino stepped out of the station, he saw the huge Isetan sign and was momentarily stunned.

Hanako actually asked him to meet her in a place like this?

Did I actually end up in a place I'd only ever seen on Taobao's "Shinjuku-style menswear" product page in my past life?

The surroundings looked like the stereotypical image of Tokyo, with neon lights flashing everywhere, causing severe light pollution even during the day.

The streets are lined with shopping malls, including department stores and trendy brands, and some even have a whole building dedicated to luxury brands.

Brands like LV, Gucci, and Burberry all have their own independent buildings.

Fujino surveyed the crowd around him, smelling the scent of money. Elites dressed in trench coats worth at least hundreds of thousands of yen hurried by, some arm in arm with female companions, others wrapped tightly in scarves. The half-finished, tall Christmas tree frames were already under construction, and the festive atmosphere was already quite palpable.

Even some roadside cafes have hung up red, green, and snowflake decorations.

The Christmas spirit had already permeated the entire street.

He wrapped his slightly shabby trench coat tighter around himself. It was a basic Burberry trench coat, but it looked rather shabby on the streets of Shinjuku.

"Kazuke-kun? Why didn't you find a place to sit for a while? I'm so sorry, I'm a little late."

Hanako's voice came from behind him.

Fujino turned around, and the bright Hanako caught his eye. Even passersby in a hurry cast envious or admiring glances his way.

She wore a white cashmere trench coat, a matching red scarf, and an orange beret, tucking her snow-white hair under the hat while the rest cascaded down her back like a waterfall.

Hanako strode forward, took Fujino's arm, and pointed to Isetan Department Store: "Let's start here!"

"Eh eh eh—"

Ignoring Fujino's opinion, Hanako dragged him into the department store that symbolized the middle class.

Fujino followed behind her, feeling that Hanako was different today.

From behind, her two slender white legs appeared even thinner in her red pencil skirt, and her mid-calf boots covered her calves, not revealing much of her body.

Her entire outfit was white and red, even her eyes and hair were in that color.

This is definitely a carefully prepared outfit.

But he only asked her out almost at the last minute... and it was even partly to escape the two women in his home...

Hanako, who was like a Christmas elf, made Fujino feel a little guilty.

But he quickly rallied.

Regardless, giving Hanako this thoughtful gift in return is a token of his appreciation.

He roused himself and caught up with Hanako in a few steps, so she no longer had to half-drag him.

Hanako glanced back at him, grinning, "Are you feeling better now, Kazuhiko-kun? You look like you didn't sleep well~"

Fujino chuckled, "Whether you slept well or not, you have to keep Hanako company."

Although the prices of the goods here might be a bit painful for Fujino.

But when he thought about his savings, he felt that compared to Hanako's elaborate dressing up, it wasn't that important.

He can't repay his loan early either, so the nearly one million yen in his account could buy him two pieces of clothing.

Consider it a Christmas present.

However, the thickness of his wallet is quite subtle. At most, he can buy two women's clothes at Isetan, a set of cosmetics, and maybe treat Hanako to a cup of coffee before it's all gone.

Hanako clung tightly to Fujino's arm, a faint scent of Chanel No. 5 emanating from her. She giggled, "If you want to keep me company, you'd better be prepared, Kazuhiko-kun."

Fujino scratched his head.

He didn't think Hanako was the kind of greedy gold digger, but perhaps it was because of Shinjuku. Her carefully chosen, unbranded outfit made Fujino feel a little guilty.

He had almost forgotten that his original intention in inviting Hanako was simply to talk about Himegami Ayame, but at this moment he couldn't be the one to spoil the fun.

She could only bite the dead skin on her lips and force a smile: "It's okay, Hanako-chan."

"How could it be okay? I need to wear lipstick next time I go out, it's all cracked."

The cool touch of a tube of lipstick brought Fujino back to her senses.

He looked closely and saw it was Hanako.

She smiled and withdrew her hand, her fingertips still holding the culprit from just moments before, leaving a glossy residue on her lips to preserve the little moisture they had left.

Hanako pursed her lips, which were coated with honey-colored lip gloss: "Oh, my lips feel a little dry too~"

Without the slightest hesitation, she applied the lipstick, still inside the tube, to her lips.

Fujino could even clearly see the lipstick sliding across Hanako's lips, leaving a protective layer with a Vaseline-like sheen. Her red lips were slightly parted, revealing pearly white teeth that shone through the gap, making her look especially alluring in the somewhat sticky atmosphere of the beauty section on the first floor of Isetan.

In particular, he seemed to vaguely see Hanako's small, fragrant tongue darting out and coiling around the lipstick like a dragon around a pillar, for only a moment, fleetingly.

As we approached Fujino, I felt like I was hallucinating because I had masturbated too much the day before.

Seeing Fujino looking a little silly, Hanako smiled and put the lipstick back in her bag.

Fujino is nothing special.

This was the hunting ground she had carefully chosen for today, and the outfit was a Christmas limited edition that she had prepared long ago.

She noticed that Fujino's basic Burberry trench coat, which was five or six years old, was starting to shed a bit, so it was a perfect excuse to bring him here to get a new one.

As for who bled?

She watched with interest as Fujino's face showed a hint of struggle, a look of utter stinginess as he calculated what he could buy with the money in his pocket—it was something she'd seen before.

She had originally planned to let her adoptive mother be the sucker, but now she was tempted to tease Fujino.

It's quite amusing to see this usually calm and collected man reluctantly paying the bill.

She tightened her grip on Fujino's arms: "Hey, Kazuhiko-kun, what do you think we should look at first?"

Feeling Fujino tremble slightly in her arms, Hanako's smile widened.

She leaned close to Fujino's ear and breathed softly, "Let's look at the makeup first. I just don't think this one is attractive enough to you."

Fujino shuddered; Hanako's warm, soft body was almost pressed against him. Although he couldn't see it, he could clearly feel the cold sweat on his back.

"Anything's fine with me..."

But he didn't get a response from Hanako, so he turned around and looked at Hanako, who had let go of his arm and was standing there in a daze.

Hanako frowned, looking at Fujino.

The red mark on the back of my neck just now...

It's a strawberry, isn't it?