Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

If they ask for something again later, won't they be so arrogant?

Chapter 32 Isn't a man's body a body too?

"Tell me!" Xiuming jumped up, waving his bank card and yelling, "Is there any money in here?!"

"Ah—!" Ayako screamed, as if she had suddenly sat on a thumbtack. With almost no leverage, her round buttocks bounced an inch off the white mattress. When she landed, she looked up in terror, her mouth half-open and her eyes wide open.

Her dress, with its exaggerated curves at the chest, seemed to be a beat behind; although her body had already stiffened, that part of her body, a gift from heaven, was still trembling.

"What...what are you doing..." Ayako patted her chest, her hands trembling, swallowed hard, and said in a trembling voice with darting eyes, "Why are you shouting so loudly? Don't you...don't you have any manners at all..."

She actually pretended to be stupid and acted cute?

"You son of a bitch!" Xiuming bent the bank card and slapped it against her forehead with a "smack," leaving a small red mark. "Don't change the subject, answer me honestly."

“Yes! I have money…” Ayako said, quickly lowering her head so that only the back of her head could be seen. Her face was hidden in her chest, and no expression could be seen at all.

"Lift your head, look me in the eyes, and say it again."

Xiuming grabbed her ear and pulled her up, but she kept her head down and stubbornly refused to cooperate.

"Go ahead and pull! Even if you pull my ear off, I won't look up." A muffled voice came from Ayako's deep chest. "You lied to me again. You said you'd start a business together and be the man behind me. As soon as I said I didn't have money, you turned your back on me. You scumbag."

"Then hand over the money." Xiuming released her ear, which was too slippery to pinch, and instead poked her ticklish armpit. "If you hand over the money, we can still be good friends and even start a business together."

Ayako shuddered, unable to bear the tickling, she clenched her armpits, sat up straight, and glared at him with a flushed face.

"No, I have no money! I won't give you anything except...I'll pay you back with my body..." As she finished speaking, she even imitated Riko, lowering her head and looking shy and timid.

"Is this what you call paying off a debt? This is called taking advantage of someone else's wealth!" Xiuming laughed in anger, her words filled with righteous indignation and contempt. "Aren't men's bodies bodies too? I've never seen such a shameless woman as you."

Although Xiuming wasn't interested in such amazing "original embroidery techniques," he knew their value. If managed well, they could bring fame and fortune, and even become legendary figures, becoming the originators of this art.

This woman is a master strategist.

Xiuming even began to secretly wonder if he should seriously reconsider his desire for her body.

If you fall for her and then find that your values ​​don't align, what if she clings to you when you try to break up with her?

Ayako stared in disbelief, her half-open lips trembling, unable to utter a word for a long time.

Xiuming's viewpoint challenged her worldview. In the 23 years since she was born, and in the hundreds of years of history she had learned about in textbooks, she had never heard of such a statement.

"What? Is there a problem? Right now, all over Japan, on the streets and in the alleys, on train cars and subway lines, women are shouting for gender equality. Have you joined some small group? Tell them that harassing men is also a crime."

"I'm afraid they'll beat me to death..." Ayako hesitated for a long time before she finally reacted, "You shameless bastard, do you have any dignity as a man? If you don't want to take responsibility, just say so. Why did you brainwash me? You beast, you pervert!"

He's clearly a chauvinistic, twisted man who's keeping Riko completely under his thumb. He's deliberately shirking responsibility. What a scumbag!

"Look at your silly, troublesome behavior, I know you've joined a clique. Get out of there right now, or we won't even be friends anymore."

No wonder she's so mischievous! Turns out she really joined a little gang.

"You think I'll just back out because you tell me to? I..." Ayako's eyes flickered, then her tone shifted, and she tilted her head as if pleading, "Who are you to me? Why should I listen to you?"

"I'm your man!" Xiuming said without changing his expression, stretching his right arm around her fair neck and placing it on her right shoulder. His right hand hung down in front of her chest, pinching her collar and pulling it up slightly. "You've already offended my eyes, so you have to take responsibility for me... You have a great figure, like water."

"So cheesy...so greasy~~" Ayako exaggeratedly made a witty remark, but still let Hideaki put his arm around her shoulder, and tilted her head to look at her with a smile, her eyes shining with anticipation, "How can I take responsibility for you? You undignified man."

She fell for it again! She's such a love-struck fool!

Xiuming felt he had found her intellectual weakness, and that by simply poking at that weakness, a precipitous bear market would follow.

There's no challenge at all! It seems the little gang she joined is just a bunch of weaklings.

"Pay up!"

Xiuming had no intention of letting her have her way. He grabbed her collar with his left hand and said, "Tell me the truth, do you have any money? If you don't answer honestly, I'll take Riko to the embroidery exhibition and ruin your reputation. You freeloader, you've been lusting after my body, taking advantage of me. Don't you have any self-respect or shame as a woman?"

Hideaki still prefers Riko to be like soft, playful clay, which can be molded into a satisfactory shape. No matter how she tries to change or break through, that's just her nature. She has no opinions of her own when faced with problems. She is a model of a good wife who follows her husband's lead.

It's almost midnight, so I'm giving the chance to lock in Riko-chan.

Ayako is no good. When you ask her for a good review, she makes excuses and acts cute. She's too smart and thinks she's playing a role-playing game. Maybe it's because she's been suppressing her feelings for too long.

I prefer to be straightforward and never engage in role-playing or other pointless games.

"You...you...I...I was just playing along with your act! How could you turn on me like that? You caught me completely off guard."

As Ayako spoke, she deliberately made a wronged expression and glanced at him furtively.

Xiuming discovered that when chatting with her, she would always automatically steer the conversation to a point that made her feel comfortable, and then pretend to be clueless and ramble on about random things.

She really enjoyed it... Xiuming let go of her and gave her a cold laugh.

"Why are you laughing like that? It's so creepy..."

Ayako was still trying to offer ambiguous topics, and even slightly puffed out her chest.

Hideaki ignored her, walked straight to the door, opened it, and gently knocked twice on Riko's white wooden door.

"Riko-chan, go to the kitchen and pack up all that seafood. Let's go home! I hate this place. I'm never coming back. Let this plagiarist be ruined."

Before she could finish speaking, Riko had already walked out with her head bowed and eyes downcast, her hands clasped together on her lower abdomen, her head slightly lowered.

"Okay, honey~"

She didn't even look at Ayako's room, but went straight downstairs into the kitchen with small, quick steps. Her tightly pursed pink lips, painted with lipstick, were slightly upturned, carrying a happy smile.

Ayako's exaggerated figure and extremely bold behavior, along with Hideaki's unashamed actions, are truly heartbreaking.

Just listening to Hideaki talking to Ayako made her tremble with fear.

I even started having fantasies: what should I do if Ayako suddenly screams "Help!"

She thought that perhaps when the time came, she would only be able to crawl under the bed, cover her ears, and silently shed tears...

I'm finally rid of her! I'm so happy!

Riko followed Hideaki's instructions and excitedly packed up the food, seemingly forgetting that she was at Ayako's house.

"Hey? You're serious?!" Ayako was a little dazed, as if she were dreaming. "You, please come in. Let's talk again. You, didn't you say you were my man?"

Hideaki stood at the railing in the stairwell by the door, his gaze shifting from the kitchen downstairs to Ayako's room.

"How can you talk like that? What do you mean 'I am yours'? That's objectifying men! That's a very wrong statement! Men and women are equal! Don't you understand? Both men and women are living, breathing human beings, and you can't objectify women. That's the most serious mistake! Humans have free will and belong only to themselves! They can't be considered things... oh no... objects. Write this down and send it to the girls in your little group. Let them comment on whether what I said makes sense."

"Huh?!" Ayako was stunned. "You... don't change the subject. I mean, come in and discuss with me whether I still have money. Don't you want to know?"

Ayako felt that he seemed to be joking but also serious. Based on his previous tolerant attitude towards her, she wanted to try to pull him a little further.

"There's no need for that. You're just a penniless pauper, and my dignity cannot be violated."

“I can still get a loan,” Ayako tentatively suggested.

Xiuming's attitude, which seemed both joking and serious, made her somewhat anxious.

"What do you mean? You're going to take out a loan to support me? Take care of yourself first, you idiot!"

Xiuming crossed his arms, gave a cold laugh, and walked down the escalator without looking back.

"Hey! You can't leave! How am I supposed to live if you leave?"

Xiuming did not respond.

Is he really gone? Why does he still act like he's both serious and joking? So annoying!

Ayako didn't believe he was so heartless. Although they hadn't spent much time together, they had a very pleasant chat!

Even if a man who is so good to and responsible towards his wife is a scumbag... he should at least have some humanitarian compassion, right?

Just as Ayako was feeling uneasy and lost in thought, she heard footsteps coming from the escalator outside the door.

Xiuming walked into the room expressionlessly, carrying a large green plastic basin and three cup noodles.

The plastic basin was thrown on the ground, making a "clanging" sound.

Then he walked to the bedside table, put the instant noodles on it, opened the drawer, put the access card and Ayako's property ownership certificate into his pocket, and when he walked to the door again, he turned back and said, "Think carefully about what you did wrong. I'll come first thing tomorrow morning to see your sincere apology."

After he finished speaking, he walked to the escalator entrance, paused, and then shouted loudly as he went downstairs, "I'll poop in the toilet tonight and eat instant noodles!"

Ayako didn't snap out of her daze until she heard the door downstairs click open and close.

The initial surprise and delight of Xiuming's sudden return hadn't even faded before he left again...

"What does he mean...?"

Ayako stared blankly at the glittering crystal chandelier on the ceiling, her voice still echoing, "Pooping in a potty...who would do that! Pervert!"

Ayako's face flushed red, and she began to frantically pound the mattress.

The security in the luxury villa area is indeed quite good, with patrolling security guards carrying red and blue colored lights, wandering around like ghosts.

As Hideaki and Riko walked out the door carrying large and small bags, they were given a second glance.

"Riko-chan, do you have any monthly passes?"

It's about 3 kilometers from here to 5-chome in Shinjuku Nishi-ku. There's also a tram stop at the entrance of the community, so Hideaki's first thought was to take the tram home.

"It's been a long time since I've ridden a tram."

Riko's monthly pass had expired, and she usually bought things downstairs from her house. Besides, even if she had a monthly pass now, she didn't want to use it. She wanted to walk back with Hideaki; it wasn't far.

"You really can't get by without a monthly pass. I'll have to get one when I have the money... and try it out..."

Across the street, a green tram had just passed by. Behind its transparent glass, it was packed with people. As it sped past, it looked as if someone was kneeling in the crowd, one hand pressed against the glass door, their face flushed red.

As for the initial capital, it could only be the stocks that had plummeted after the "suicide attempt by Xiuming" took out a loan to buy.

The last contract I signed had 230 million left, but two or three days have passed, and I don't know how much is left.

Anyway, we can't count on that foxy guy anytime soon.

However, she couldn't swallow this insult easily. After all, she had taken the technology for free, and even wanted to take more of the technology from its owner. Tomorrow, she would make her sew dolls like crazy and then go to the scenic spot in a wheelchair to do on-the-ground promotion and sales.

A woman with an injured ankle works so hard to earn money; she's truly a model worker. It would be great if she could make short videos.

"Let's walk back!"

Xiuming snapped out of his reverie and glanced at Riko's black flat shoes. They had only walked a few dozen steps, but her heels were already red and chafed. She figured they would break out in blisters before they even got home.

I'll have to carry it around then, it's so annoying...

It's midnight, so naturally the focus is on Riko.

This time, Riko brought three pieces of free information: