My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

　　 The surging crowd on the Saikyo Line platform was filled with the smell of choking nose.

　　 The smell of human sweat coming from the next door... the fragrant smell of perfume... the vomit smell of motion sickness passengers... the smell of cigarettes in the smoking area... the smell of mixed gel water and hair spray...

　　 Fujiwara Hoshizora stood behind a woman in a professional suit, staring at the slender feet exposed under her short skirt.

　　 In fact, it should be said that his

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