Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

But this is way too exaggerated!

Riko blushed and whispered, "Honey, is this...is this okay? If not, I...I'll scratch it a few more times."

Because she was sitting sideways in Xiuming's lap and being checked by him in various ways, the "bang bang" of banging on the door and the cursing made her feel like she was back on the tram, a feeling that no one could do anything to her, but she still felt very safe.

It was embarrassing, but also very exciting!

However, when Xiuming saw the shocking red marks on her body, he was immediately furious: Did she have some strange fetish?

Although in this society that is superficial in its etiquette and carries heavy pressure, many people have resorted to abnormal ways to release their long-suppressed negative emotions.

Xiuming considers himself a very sunny and positive guy. How could there be such a pervert around a guy full of positive energy?

We need to help her become a sunny and cheerful young wife.

You must get rid of this bad habit!

The door was still being smashed, and the cursing continued.

"Don't you feel pain?"

Xiuming, with a dark expression, asked her to change it while also making her give a good review.

Riko blinked and said, "It doesn't hurt..."

"How could it not hurt?" Xiuming grabbed her right wrist, rolled up the long sleeve of her knitted sweater to her elbow, and pointed to the red marks on her forearm. "Look, look at these red marks, they're almost bleeding! Are you a pervert?!"

How should I put it!

Xiuming felt uncomfortable just thinking about the red scratches on her stomach, back, arms, and perhaps many other places. It was just like how he disliked watching AVs with tattoos. The biggest reason he hated Western films was because those actors had tattoos.

I completely lost interest and felt disgusted.

"It doesn't hurt..."

Riko's eyes widened. As she spoke, she pressed the pad of her left index finger against the inside of her forearm, bending it slightly backward before slowly tracing a fresh red mark.

Four words popped into Xiuming's mind: delicate and flawless.

Riko glanced at Hideaki's somewhat dazed face, her eyelashes fluttering, then pursed her lips slightly and asked softly, "Honey, are you... feeling sorry for me?"

"Shut up, you wicked woman." Xiuming held her forearm up to her eyes, looking at it over and over. The red marks appeared quickly and faded quickly, but some red marks had faded after she had scratched them several times. They should have faded in at least three days, right?

"Your despicable behavior will make you a widow for three days. Don't do this again, understand?"

"Hmm..." Riko blushed and lowered her head, biting her lip.

"Do you think I was right to stop you from smearing red handprints on yourself?"

Using the word "smear" to describe it seems quite apt; the red marks appear without any pain or itching, simply because the skin is too delicate.

If you try to give someone a hickey with your mouth, you'll either get a huge blood blister or your mouth will be full of blood. Of course, giving someone a hickey indiscriminately is a life-threatening act, especially on the neck.

I remember a news story about a woman who, to express her love for her boyfriend, planted several needles on his neck, and fainted on the spot, almost dying.

"Hmm..." Riko kept her lips pursed, her eyelashes trembling as she glanced at Hideaki's expression.

They're just concerned about me... I'm so happy...

"Then give me a good review."

Riko paused for a moment, then quickly replied, "I give you a good review."

"Hmm," Xiuming nodded, then knocked on the door that was still banging. "There are five men blocking the door outside with machetes. Fighting them would be very dangerous. Do you have any good ideas?"

"Huh?" Riko opened her mouth in confusion.

“Looks like you don’t have any good ideas,” I like her indecisiveness. “Now throw away your brains, I’ll give you one. Now use your mind to imagine yourself as a very powerful master who can defeat them all.”

"Huh?" Riko stared blankly, mouth agape. "Is this really okay...?"

"Throw away your brain, don't think about whether it's possible or not, just imagine you are a grandmaster of tenth dan in kendo, beating them black and blue, making them kneel on the ground, looking for their teeth!"

"Okay...okay..." Riko looked down with a conflicted expression: How could this possibly be possible! Even if we imagine it this way, it's not a good plan, is it?

"When Dad called just now, what did you think of my performance? Never mind, just give me a good review, hurry up."

"Huh?" Riko was genuinely taken aback. Why was this topic being brought up again?

"Hurry up!" Xiuming snapped.

"Great review!"

What exactly does "positive review" mean? I really want to ask...

"Um……"

Xiuming was very satisfied with her obedient attitude of not asking for reasons. Next was to ask for a good review in advance. It was the first time he had encountered such a situation. He didn't know if it would work.

“I think it’s not safe at home anymore. Let’s go stay at Ayako’s house tonight. Please give me a thumbs up for making the right decision.”

Riko froze. The thought of Ayako's shameless behavior, deliberately exposing her cleavage to Hideaki, weighed heavily on her heart. Although her own cleavage was acceptable, compared to Ayako's exaggerated presence, it made her feel inferior and filled her with a sense of crisis.

"Honey, do we really have to go to her house?" Riko asked, her voice trembling with tears. She didn't want to talk to Ayako, and she especially didn't want to go to Ayako's house. "Could we rent a place somewhere else..."

"What did I just say?" Xiuming's face turned cold. "Repeat it to me."

"I...I give you a good review for my husband's absolutely right decision..." Riko said through tears.

Xiuming didn't look too good. He hadn't achieved the "third good" accomplishment. It seemed that only by taking concrete action and making this happen would it count. Finding a bug was really a hassle.

Chapter 39 Daisuke with the Damaged Demon Orb and the Trapped Man Who Fell from the Steel Pipe

The five young men outside the cat's eye were still shouting, threatening to cut off Xiuming's kidneys and corneas, and to make Riko work in a brothel.

Perhaps it was because Xiuming didn't respond for a long time that their minds were opened, and they came up with the brilliant idea of ​​finding a locksmith.

"Riko-chan, go back to your room and soak all the sheets in a basin of water. Call me when you're done."

Riko nodded without saying anything, then jogged into the bedroom, grabbed a sheet, and went into the bathroom.

Xiuming continued to observe the situation outside the cat's eye.

Looking at their thin arms and legs, their sallow complexions, and the fact that they looked like they'd been drained of their bodies by alcohol and women and were malnourished, they probably didn't have much energy left, except for their arrogance and ruthlessness.

The most troublesome ones are the two with knives. As for the steel pipes, just protect your vitals and it won't matter if you get hit a couple of times.

Besides, I have a level 9 judo skill, but while I'm good at one-on-one judo, I'll die a horrible death in a melee with multiple opponents, especially in an unrestricted brawl where the other side has a knife.

"Honey, I...I'm done..." Riko called softly from the bathroom doorway.

There's one person missing outside the peephole; they probably really went to call a locksmith.

A fight is bound to break out, and Riko will definitely become a liability; we'll have to get rid of her first.

Xiuming quickly went into the restroom.

Five cotton and linen sheets were soaking in a large blue basin.

Then, together with Riko, they carried the basin to the kitchen and tore each sheet in half lengthwise with scissors, twisting each half into a rope.

The fourth floor is considered a high floor. The kitchen window didn't have any safety bars and faced the east side of the building, with a garden below.

Riko weighs only around 90 pounds. If she is tied securely and doesn't move around in the air, she can be safely lowered down using a wet sheet.

However, if it were me, it would be too heavy, and it would shake and rub against each other when descending, which could easily break the sheets.

Within minutes, Hideaki had twisted the rope and tied it around Riko's waist.

Riko was completely bewildered, wanting to ask questions but not daring to, and simply obediently followed Hideaki's instructions, posing in whatever position he asked her to.

Finally, Hideaki tied the other end to his waist, jumped onto the windowsill, and lifted Riko up.

"I'll put you down. Hold onto the sheets tightly, close your eyes and don't move."

Each bed sheet is 1.8 meters long. After being torn in half and pieced together, it is more than 3 meters long. There are a total of 5 sheets, which are more than enough to deliver to the 13-meter-high downstairs.

Riko glanced downstairs, shuddered, her face turned deathly pale, and she nodded, her legs trembling, saying, "Okay...okay..."

"After you go down, you'll hide in the garden and continue to imagine yourself as a tenth-dan kendo master, beating those five outside the door to a pulp. You are the source of my power, don't let me down."

The skills awarded for positive reviews are mostly based on a specific professional skill that the target urgently wants to acquire. At present, it is impossible for any extraordinary skills to appear; they are all real-world skills. Hopefully, Riko won't blindly imagine that she is Ultraman.

Riko froze, her face, pale with fear of heights, suddenly flushed, and she clenched her hands into small fists, looking as if she were bravely facing death.

"Okay... Honey! I... I'll try my best! I'll never let you down... Here, here's a good review!"

"Okay, I love your brainless, chuunibyou-like behavior. Let's cheer each other on!" Xiuming gritted his teeth and clenched his fist in a cheering gesture.

"Yes!" Riko nodded emphatically, her eyes sparkling.

Xiuming was still not entirely at ease, and warned again, "You're a tenth-dan swordsman, remember that?"

"Ok!"

The window wasn't big, so Xiuming used one foot on the windowsill as a support and the other foot in the sink below the windowsill. To prevent falling, he also braced his left shoulder against the wall.

Riko had completely overcome her fear of heights and was very well-behaved. She held the bed sheet and rope with both hands, opened her eyes wide, and stared straight at Hideaki.

Seeing her infatuated look, Xiuming wanted to scold her, but considering that it would be troublesome if she was scared into standing on her head, he could only endure her greasy look that seemed to want to devour him.

After Riko landed, she clenched her little fist and waved it, signaling to Hideaki.

Xiuming was speechless. He untied the rope he had twisted from a wet bed sheet from his waist, threw it down over her head, and gave her an "OK" sign. Only when the rope hit her head did he jump off the windowsill, satisfied.

After rummaging around in the kitchen for a while:

The weapon used was a long-handled stainless steel spoon; a kitchen knife was too short and risky.

Although the death penalty here requires reports to be submitted at each level, and the adjudicators, in order to gain a reputation for "benevolence," mostly sentence people to life imprisonment, it is not worth going to jail for this.

The shield is a stainless steel pot lid, and a small aluminum steamer is also placed on its head.

Image doesn't matter, practicality is what matters. It's kind of cringeworthy, but whatever, I don't care.

"Hideaki Yamanaka, just you wait! You'll regret it once we open the door!"

The locksmith who was supposed to pick the lock hasn't arrived yet. There are only four people outside, and one of them is carrying a knife.

"If I open the door now, can we talk properly?" Xiuming looked through the peephole. "Please don't damage my door; I don't have the money to repair it."

The four people outside exchanged glances and laughed, "That's great!"

"Hey you with the knife, what's your name? You seem like a good person, so may I let you in?"

They probably won't take this ridiculous request seriously! As long as the person with the knife steps through the door first, the danger is reduced by 90%.