Tokyo: To reiterate, this is not a dating system.

Omotesando, a fashionable landmark in Tokyo, is bordered by Shibuya to the left and Minato Ward to the right.

Even around 1 p.m., the main street of Omotesando was still bustling with people, with stylish young men and women strolling through it.

If he weren't buying formal attire, Genji Aoyama wouldn't have come to such a bustling commercial area.

Although it's only April, some girls are already wearing skirts or hot pants that are as short as they can get, and the air is filled with the scent of perfume.

Genji Aoyama strolled along the tree-lined path, brushing past the bustling crowds.

He was handsome and tall, and any woman walking towards him would definitely take a second look.

Then a presumptuous thought arose in my mind—

I wish this person were my boyfriend/husband.

There were quite a few bold girls who flirted with Genji Aoyama.

If Genji Aoyama hadn't been so stingy with his smiles, they would have walked right towards him the next second.

Because he was traveling alone, he was still approached by people even though he had no expression on his face.

"Hey handsome, wanna hang out some time?"

A young woman, dressed in fishnet stockings and with a bold, trendy style, approached him and struck up a conversation.

Aoyama Genji glanced at her appearance; it was slightly above average, though that could also be due to makeup. In any case, it didn't pique his interest at all.

But he took out his phone.

"Sorry, I don't have time today, but we can add each other on LINE first."

Genji Aoyama opened LINE and added the girl he had approached as a friend.

"Wow—you added this handsome guy as a friend so easily!" A friend of the girl's, seeing the two exchange LINE contacts, chimed in, "Handsome, can I add you as a friend?"

"How cunning! I was here first!"

The woman who had approached him slapped her companion, then looked at Genji Aoyama with displeasure.

But Aoyama Genji smiled and said, "Of course, no problem."

……

The collective LINE-adding ceremony only ended after the last beautiful young woman was added.

During this time, a large crowd gathered around to watch, and some people even recorded videos.

Genji Aoyama stood there for a while, and when no one else came forward, he slowly left the crowd.

28.

He mentally recited the number: the number of friends he had just added, all of them women.

When adding friends, Genji Aoyama puts them into a separate group so that he can send group messages easily.

After walking a short distance, he stopped and began editing a message to send to the group chat introducing himself.

If those people knew proper etiquette, they should have given him a self-introduction.

Hopefully, this will be fruitful.

After sending the group message, and casually dealing with the clingy Saki, Genji Aoyama put away his phone.

After walking along the tree-lined path filled with beech trees for a while, Genji Aoyama randomly turned into an alley.

Looking around, there were only a few scattered pedestrians on the road, and walking among them felt somewhat secluded.

High emotional intelligence: That's Tokyo for you. Just around the corner from the bustling city, you might find an incredible tranquility.

Low emotional intelligence: Tokyo is such a weird place, there are just too many alleys.

After entering the alley, Genji Aoyama walked quickly for a while before turning into an even quieter alley—

Even before he was finished adding someone as a friend and still on the main street, Genji Aoyama noticed that someone was following him.

The woman was wearing a white dress with a bulging chest. She was holding a parasol and had long, straight black hair draped behind her head. She wasn't following too closely, and her face was obscured by her mask.

It is highly likely to be female, and less likely to be a pervert who is biologically male but psychologically female.

He left, and she left too. When he stopped to send a group message, she seemed to press the pause button as well.

As he turned into the second alley, Genji Aoyama glanced at the person out of the corner of his eye. Although the distance had increased, he could still see the figure.

I was walking down the street for no apparent reason when someone started following me.

Did I step on a landmine?!

Aoyama Genji instinctively became alert. He stopped walking forward and kept his eyes fixed on the entrance of the alley.

He mentally reviewed the karate moves, and if necessary, he wouldn't mind subduing the man.

About thirty seconds later, the white figure reappeared in his sight.

"Genji-kun."

The white figure called his name, her voice slightly breathless and tinged with anger.

"Miss Haruka?"

There's only one person who would call him that, and whose voice sounds so familiar.

Such a controlling personality? And she even resorts to stalking...

He walked over, a faint, mocking smile on his face: "I didn't expect Miss Haruka to have a habit of stalking people."

Knowing that Haruka Minatsuki has a strong desire for control, but being followed for no reason makes Genji Aoyama a little angry.

"Seeing Genji-kun displaying his feathers like a peacock in heat, isn't it only natural that I was drawn over?"

Haruka Minatsuki's face was expressionless beneath her mask, but a hint of anger flickered in her beautiful eyes.

It was clear that she seemed even angrier.

She couldn't even maintain her usual elegance as a young lady.

"A male peacock in heat..."

Genji Aoyama wanted to retort, "So, are you a female peacock?"

But in the end, he held back.

Arguing with a young woman is never something he should do, especially since this woman... has issues, and it's not like she's deliberately stalking him.

It's not that Genji Aoyama backed down; he simply chose not to care.

"Since my peacock feather can attract Miss Haruka, why should I bother with those other women? I'm just not good at saying no," he said.

His words calmed Haruka Minatsuki's anger somewhat, but a hint of resentment flickered in her eyes.

"Genji-kun says he's bad at saying no, but he's rejected me several times. Does he hate me that much?"

"It's nothing," said Genji Aoyama. "I just really have something to do today and need to go out to buy some casual clothes. What about you, Haruka-san?"

"I'm here to buy clothes too."

Haruka Minatsuki removed her mask, reverting to the gentle demeanor she remembered. She tilted her head slightly, looking at Genji Aoyama: "Together?"

Even back when they were still on the main street, Haruka Minatsuki noticed that Genji Aoyama was a single person.

I felt both happy and angry.

She was happy because Genji Aoyama wasn't with his girlfriend; she was angry because Genji Aoyama chose to go out alone rather than with her.

"Hmm—" He fell into a brief moment of thought.

The gold mine awaits extraction, cooperation needs to continue, and we can't be locked in a basement.

In short, Genji Aoyama decided to comply with her for now—but not to cross the line.

"With pleasure," he said with a smile.

Haruka Minatsuki was still angry, but seeing Genji Aoyama's smile made her heart race.

Realizing the strangeness in her heart, she also showed a gentle smile.

"Hmm... then why did Aoyama-kun repeatedly refuse my invitations before?"

"How so?"

Aoyama Genji wore a distressed expression, then seemed embarrassed as he scratched the corner of his eye with his finger. "Miss Haruka is very beautiful and very kind to me. I'm afraid I won't be able to resist cheating on her."

"Genji-kun is really good at charming girls," Haruka Minatsuki said with a delicate hand covering her cherry blossom-colored lips, laughing gracefully. "But you can't say things like that carelessly, you have to be loyal."

Haruka Minatsuki's demeanor was very dignified, and she pronounced "loyalty" very heavily.

Genji Aoyama pretended not to hear and began talking about buying clothes: "Shall I accompany Miss Haruka to buy women's clothing first?"

"Let's buy it for Genji first," Haruka Minatsuki said, a look of forbearance flashing across her face. "But, Genji, could you help me up a little? I twisted my ankle while chasing you earlier."

"Um."

Aoyama Genji did not refuse. He walked to Minatsuki Haruka's side, thought for a moment, then walked to her and half-squatted down.

"You twisted your ankle... You should put an ice pack on it. Let's see if we can find an ice cream shop in a bit. Until then, let me carry you on my back."

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Genji-kun."

Haruka Minatsuki smiled when she saw Genji Aoyama crouching down in front of her.

She gently pounced on him and wrapped her arms around Genji Aoyama's neck.

The bulging curves pressed against his back, and his soft thighs were firmly supported by his hands—Aoyama Genji planned to collect some interest in advance.

But please don't misunderstand, what Aoyama Genji wants is not close contact with beautiful girls.

This wicked woman pretends to be gentle on the surface, but in reality, she wants to ride on his head and control him.

Today, Aoyama Genji is going to let her experience what it's like to be manipulated.

He carried Haruka Minatsuki out of the alley and back into the noticeably wider lane. There were still few pedestrians on the road, just as quiet as when he first arrived.

Aoyama Genji moved his fingers and pinched Minatsuki Haruka's thigh through her skirt. Almost instantly, the legs wrapped around his waist tightened.

He scratched it lightly again.

Haruka Minatsuki, standing behind him, trembled slightly, and the hand wrapped around his neck slowly clenched into a fist.

"Well……"

Her good manners prevented her from making any more strange noises, but her fair neck and delicate face had already turned a faint pink.

"Are you alright, Haruka-san?"

Genji Aoyama stopped and turned his head slightly to ask with concern.

"N-nothing."

After uttering those words, Haruka Minatsuki bit her lower lip and continued to endure Genji Aoyama's gentle tickling.

"Let's not push ourselves. Ah—there seems to be an ice cream shop up ahead. Let's go buy some ice. If you don't mind, let me give Haruka-san a cold compress on her feet."

The restoration of Qingshanyuan needs to be accelerated.