Tokyo: Let the wicked women pay the price!

Fujino admired Hanako's presentation.

I'd only ever seen this kind of scene on screen before; I never imagined I'd get to be an actor myself.

Hanako's originally fair skin was now flushed with an unhealthy redness.

She squinted, seemingly feeling the tightness or looseness of her collar.

"How are you feeling, Kazuhiko-kun?"

She frowned slightly, feeling somewhat awkward. It was truly the first time she had accompanied another man shopping for clothes like this, and she even felt a little sorry for him.

Fujino was like a tireless fitting machine, constantly sticking his head into the neckline and then slowly taking it out.

But soon, Hanako felt that this ordinary wool sweater could no longer express her feelings.

She turned over, her back to Fujino, her voice barely audible.

"Kazuhiko-kun, would you like to try this one? But be careful, the high neck might be a bit tight."

Fujino straightened up, looked at himself in the mirror wearing a cashmere sweater, and smiled, revealing his teeth.

As he tucked his head into the collar of his turtleneck sweater, Hanako gasped, covering her mouth.

"It looks good, Kazuhiko-kun."

Fujino brought his mouth close to Hanako's ear and whispered softly.

He slowly loosened the tight collar of his sweater, and the friction between his hair and the cashmere generated a lot of static electricity.

Brush your hair up to your collar.

It even makes a crackling, static-like sound.

Hanako was already completely mesmerized.

It's not just Fujino's robust, inverted triangle physique, but also his positive and upbeat personality.

It complements this cashmere sweater perfectly, giving off an elite vibe.

She gently reached out to smooth out the wrinkles in Fujino's clothes and asked softly, "Kazuhiko-kun?"

"Did you like the gift Hanako gave you?"

Fujino smiled; he knew perfectly well what Hanako was thinking.

That's a very frivolous idea.

Since Saki has already planted a hickey on me, getting angry won't change anything. I might as well just cover it up with something more pungent.

He doesn't actually dislike this way of expressing himself.

He had long since discovered that Hanako, who usually appeared to be a "Yamato Nadeshiko" type of girl, actually harbored a little monster inside.

At least for now, she's right in front of me, watching me try on a sweater.

that's enough.

He likes this way of getting along.

As Fujino tried it on, the collar of the sweater quickly became snug around his neck.

It won't be too tight and cause neck pain, nor too loose and expose large areas of skin.

Trying on these several pieces of clothing was really exhausting.

At least Fujino was moving around and seemed a little tired.

Each time, he had to pull himself out of his comfortable cashmere sweater and stretch the neckline again, which left him drenched in sweat.

Sweat dripped onto the fitting room floor.

It's all because of those warm-toned spotlights shining directly on us from above, causing our body temperature to rise.

He was getting impatient and thought to himself, "I'd better finish this sooner rather than later."

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Takanashi Riki sat on a bench.

She leaned against the mirror, lost in thought.

Why did I chase after him?

Is it just because of gossip? Or is it because they want to know who the woman next to Fujino is?

Or was it, as she convinced herself, that she wanted to know more about Fujino?

She couldn't quite explain it, and her mind was in turmoil.

How should I start the conversation after they come out?

Li hope pursed her lips.

I don't think I'm close enough with Fujino to chat freely, especially since he brought a female companion.

Hmmmm, she regretted going into the store.

Suddenly she faintly heard Fujino's soft, fragmented voice.

"Hanako—look in the mirror—how do you feel about this?"

He sounded like he was using a lot of force; he was probably tearing at his collar or pulling on his zipper.

She pricked up her ears and vaguely heard a woman's intermittent response.

"—Be careful—and Kazuhiko-kun—it's all fine."

What is that?

The voice was so faint that Lixi thought it was a hallucination.

She looked around, but the sales assistants seemed not to have heard anything and were still busy serving customers.

Li hope pursed her lips. She must have been thinking about Fujino and was probably hallucinating.

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I've finally finished trying on the clothes.

Hanako sat halfway down on the bench, smiling as she looked at Fujino.

The tight-fitting cashmere turtleneck that had caused Fujino a slight neck pain was now fitting him perfectly.

"Kazuke-kun, does it fit now?"

Hanako wiped her mouth, her eyes gradually returning to their senses.

Fujino casually pulled his old trench coat off the hanger and draped it over his arm, while his other hand tenderly wrapped around Hanako's waist.

With just a gentle effort, he lifted her almost limp body halfway up and straightened her already wrinkled bodycon skirt.

"Hanako-chan, your collar is... all set. Now it's time to go out."

He leaned down and whispered in Hanako's ear, "You'd better be careful not to get the floor dirty."

These words snapped Hanako back to reality. Upon hearing the word "dirty," her cheeks, already flushed from the fever, instantly turned a deep red, almost dripping with moisture.

She punched Fujino in the chest in embarrassment and annoyance, but it was as soft as a ball of cotton.

slam-la-

Fujino pulled open the velvet curtains of the dressing room.

He straightened his sweater and coat, and walked hand in hand with Hanako down the hallway filled with mirrors.

It's no exaggeration to describe this couple as a perfect match.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror, Hanako leaned against Fujino and teased, pointing at the handsome man in the mirror:

"Kazuke-kun... I didn't know you had this side to you."

Hanako leaned against Fujino's chest, her voice still hoarse, but her hand had already obediently taken his arm.

Fujino smiled slightly and adjusted the collar of his trench coat.

"I have many more facets; you can experience them all next time."

"Huh? You bastard~"

Hanako reached out and poked Fujino's head, then smiled and ruffled his hair.

The two walked out of the locker room in this sticky, affectionate manner.

Outside the door, the air was deathly silent.

The cold air from the central air conditioning hit her face, causing Hanako, who had just been reminded by Fujino, to tremble slightly and instinctively press her voluptuous body even closer.

Fujino looked absolutely perfect at that moment. The off-white turtleneck cashmere sweater, worth over 200,000 yen, had completely taken on the shape of his neck. The trench coat, worth nearly a million yen, made him appear even taller.

Even the sales assistants, who were used to seeing handsome men and beautiful women, took a second look.

He frowned as he looked at the little bird, Yuriki, sitting on a bench two meters away.

He did not speak.

Why is this woman here?

Hanako noticed Fujino's gaze and waved her hand dismissively in front of him, somewhat displeased. "Oi, Mr. Fujino. Please stop looking at other women, okay?"

This statement even left the sales assistant somewhat speechless.

She suppressed a laugh and stepped forward, asking Fujino in a low voice, "Sir, are you planning to leave this cashmere sweater and coat behind?"

"This is 840000 yen. Would you like to pay by card?"

Fujino hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Just as he was rummaging through his wallet in his old coat, Hanako handed him a credit card.

Under the somewhat questioning gazes of the sales assistant and Fujino, she puffed out her chest and said with a hint of smugness:

"Just use my card."