Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

Xiuming is really good. He is extremely familiar with the market conditions of various brothels. He knows which places are looser and which are tighter, and even knows about techniques for delaying ejaculation and how to make the other party happy and give him a discount. He can talk about all of these things in great detail.

That's truly admirable!

I'm incredibly strong right now, and I really want to put it into practice right away... I need to hurry up and help Xiuming-kun unload the goods, then I can hehehe...

Xiuming pushed open the office door with a takeout meal in his hand.

Ayako exuded the aura of a company executive, with a cold face, arms crossed, chest held high, and no words spoken.

Riko, ever the obedient one, quickly stood up, took the takeout, and tilted her head back, sweetly calling out, "Thank you, honey~"

Hideaki gently pinched Riko's smooth cheek, gesturing for her to eat quickly, then abruptly turned to Ayako, "What's wrong with you? Acting all high and mighty in front of me? Learn from Riko, is it so hard to say thank you when I bring you food?"

Ayako's aloof face had turned bright red, and the way Hideaki's mouth opened and closed as he spoke reminded her of something very serious.

I dare not look...

"Then thank you!" Ayako quickly turned her head, her knees pressed together, and she unconsciously began to rub them together.

Xiuming placed the lunchbox in her hand, "as if she had suffered some great injustice..."

Ayako muttered, holding her lunchbox, "It was so sudden! I wasn't even prepared... Next time I'll... Oops~ Why are there dumplings?"

Xiuming opened the office door, rubbed his ears, and asked, "Did the dumplings remind you of something bad?"

"..."

Ayako's hand trembled, and she broke the chopsticks apart, placing them on the dumpling.

Chapter 57 Night Paris Soap Park

Xiuming left the office.

Miyamoto Masashi carried cardboard boxes into the store all by himself, like a tireless bull.

Except for the metal shelves, which one person couldn't move, all the other goods in cardboard boxes had been unloaded from the truck.

"Brother Miyamoto, don't push yourself so hard. There's still plenty of time! Don't overwork yourself."

Hideaki had to thank Miyamoto for his enthusiasm; he was such an honest guy.

You must not disappoint such a genuine person, otherwise he will remember it for life, and it will be difficult to ask him for help again.

“It’s alright, I’m very skilled at loading and unloading. Back then, I was doing this for… Ha!” Miyamoto tilted his head and glanced at Ayako behind the half-open office door. He changed the subject, “Come on, let’s lift the shelves down together. The sooner we finish, the sooner we can go to the izakaya for a good drink.”

"Don't worry, Brother Miyamoto, I will never let you down. We'll have plenty of time to cooperate in the future!"

That's fantastic!

When a man is overcome by a certain emotion, nothing can stop him, not even mountains of knives or seas of fire, or a rain of knives from the sky.

In just one hour, the shelves were all straightened, and boxes full of fast-moving consumer goods were unpacked and placed in their proper positions, ready to be stocked.

They even moved out the office desks, cabinets, sofas, and coffee tables, and set up tatami mats and massage beds, along with a full range of massage supplies.

The transparent glass curtain wall was covered by heavy, wine-red curtains. With a gentle pull, one could see the dim yellow streetlights and pedestrians coming and going at the intersection. It was already dark outside, and no one was looking in the mirror anymore.

While Hideaki and Miyamoto were setting up the massage room, Ayako and Riko stood silently at the door watching, their expressions not good.

Miyamoto even scolded his sister for this: "Ayako-chan, Hideaki-kun is your tenant, easing your rent burden. How can you treat a guest like that? It's extremely rude."

"Shut up! Finish your work and head to the brothel! If you say another word, I'll tell your wife!"

Ayako suddenly regretted introducing her brother to Hideaki.

She was genuinely worried that her brother might suddenly bring up her ex-husband, and if Xiuming overheard, he would know her ex-husband was still alive and might stop hanging out with her because he found it troublesome. She figured she'd just have to drag it out as long as possible!

After all, the ex-husband, with whom she had a secret divorce, was also very concerned about his image. Even though he was gay, he didn't like being cuckolded.

If this situation gets out, it means that even though he wasn't actually being cuckolded, everyone thinks he is, which is considered a valid reason. Then that narrow-minded gay man will make a huge scene...

Miyamoto's expression changed, a flicker of surprise in his eyes, and he fell silent. He thought to himself: "Good sister, as long as I don't tell your sister-in-law, I'll do whatever you want. I'll keep this up for as long as I can!"

Hideaki was pretending not to hear, after all, it was a topic between siblings, and Miyamoto was very kind to Ayako. If Miyamoto knew about his relationship with her sister, he would probably turn against her. He'd just drag it out for as long as possible!

Riko, like Hideaki, remained silent. She understood that Ayako didn't want her brother to know about her relationship with Hideaki, and Hideaki was silently cooperating in keeping it a secret.

She could only grieve silently: Forget it! This isn't something I should be saying. Let's see how long they can drag this out!

In just a short while, the cozy massage room was set up.

The only thing we haven't prepared yet is the flyers and price tags that the print shop needs to print.

Of course, the store name hasn't been designed yet.

Hideaki wants to use Riko's surname as the name of the shop. Riko and Ayako seem to be from the same family and share the same surname. Could they be long-lost sisters?

Xiuming specifically inquired about it, and it turned out to be just a coincidence...

"I want to treat Miyamoto to some singing and drinking, because he has helped us so much. He might not be back tonight, so you can rest here tonight! He can come back by tomorrow morning at the latest."

Ayako opened her mouth, glancing sideways at Riko. She hoped Riko would be more assertive and loudly tell Hideaki that she had to be back by midnight or something.

“Okay, honey,” Riko said, placing her hands on her stomach and bowing slightly. “Drink less alcohol, sleep more… and when you sleep… make sure you’re covered up properly…”

Ayako rolled her eyes and slapped her forehead.

“I’ll be careful,” Hideaki said, turning to leave. “Brother Miyamoto, goodbye.”

"Ah, okay, okay..."

Miyamoto followed Hideaki out through the glass door, looking bewildered.

Ayako had just hinted that she was going to a brothel, and yet Mrs. Riko, as Hideaki-kun's wife, didn't show any displeasure. She was even worried about catching a cold and suggested covering herself with a blanket? She probably wouldn't even know if the blanket was replaced with someone else's.

Hideaki-kun is amazing! How did he do that?! I really want to become his apprentice...

10 PM.

Kabukicho Ichiban-gai is a vibrant scene of neon lights and bustling pedestrians, showing no signs of economic downturn.

Young women in miniskirts and young men in tight pants were handing out flyers to pedestrians with great enthusiasm.

Hideaki and Miyamoto changed back into their own comfortable clothes.

Xiuming was still wearing affordable Uniqlo clothes: black casual pants, a navy blue shirt, and blue canvas shoes.

Miyamoto was dressed quite formally, carrying a black briefcase and wearing a smart silver-gray suit. His bald head was covered by a wig, making him look ten years younger.

The two were still a dozen meters away from "Night Paris Soap Paradise," and the picture of a sexy bubble bath girl on the huge blue billboard above the entrance was already very clear.

"Mr. Hideaki, may I ask you a question? How do you manage to make your wife so... well, so understanding?"

Miyamoto finally couldn't help but ask.

The thought of his wife's temper made him dizzy and his head feel like it was about to explode. He didn't dare to think about it; staying at home for even a second longer was torture.

"She's easy to bully..." Xiuming thought to himself, pushed open the heavy glass door, clenched his fist and said, "Honesty! I never lie to my wife about what I'm going to do."

Miyamoto paused, stood at the door for a few seconds and considered it carefully, concluding that it did not apply to him.

One can't help but sigh, it's true that other people's wives are better than one's own wives in every way.

“Welcome, Mr. Yamanaka.” Eri Makimura’s smile was somewhat unnatural.

After finishing her daytime work creating adult anime, Eri came here to work part-time as a cashier.

At 1 a.m. last night, while Xiuming was sitting at her small table drawing "Pokémon" characters, she was drawing hentai character templates based on Xiuming's image next to her. She fell asleep in a daze and then had an extremely embarrassing nightmare.

She dreamt that she was kneeling on the floor, and Xiuming pressed down on the back of her neck from behind.

No matter how much she shouted, "Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!" she would at least try to change her position... but Xiuming was like an animal, he just wouldn't listen.

She was in a lot of pain; her knees hurt.

Then she woke up and realized she was dreaming.

But a wave of aches and pains washed over her body, as if she had been broken apart, and she realized that she had been sleeping on her knees all night, while Xiuming was nowhere to be found, and that her clothes were still intact.

Faced with this situation, she, whose mind was filled with hentai fantasies, found it somewhat unbelievable. She even looked in the mirror and admired her pretty face and decent figure.

Of course, she didn't feel disliked, or have any perverted narcissistic thoughts like "I'm such a beautiful girl, sleeping with my butt sticking out, and you didn't even touch me." It was just a simple surprise.

Why not use your hands and feet?

The reason is simple! Would he dare to do something without a woman's consent or tacit approval?

He is a rational and self-controlled guy, but definitely not someone who knows how to be considerate of others; he must be very selfish!

After all, sleeping on your knees is really uncomfortable; your legs will be ruined, and he didn't even remind you.

When she saw the "portrait rights" authorization written by Xiuming, she smiled wickedly. She carefully cut out the authorization text, sealed it in plastic wrap, and hid it in her piggy bank.

Chapter 58 The Mad Cartoonist

When a reasonably competent creator has a complete character template license and acts without restraint, it becomes incredibly crazy.

Filled with the shame and resentment she felt in her dream, inspiration flowed into her mind incessantly.

Using readily available plot and character templates, I drew two episodes of hentai, depicting the imagined evil Ms. Ezaki being manipulated by Hideaki on the train.

As for why not depict Hideaki being manipulated by Ezaki?

Because in her eyes, Ezaki was even worse than Hideaki.

Moreover, the female characters in the first two episodes of the anime were somewhat influenced by her own dream experiences. How could such a powerful man be controlled by another woman? She felt uncomfortable.

It uses a realistic style, with shots, close-ups, focus, and full zoom.

When she handed the sketches to her menopausal editor-in-chief, who had a particularly bad temper, she was delighted.

Of course, as a professional editor, she saw a thought-provoking depth of story beneath the suffocatingly erotic surface.

Most importantly, the male lead is very handsome and attractive; I like this kind of handsome yet bad-boy man.

After repeatedly confirming that there were no copyright issues, they immediately signed the contract and even said they would contact the animation production team, guaranteeing that it would become a wildly popular late-night adult program.

Because the plot is very much in line with the current social situation, it allows many people to identify with different characters.

Eri knew that although she had a bad temper, her professional insight was excellent, which meant that her dream of getting rich was about to come true.

Xiuming's sudden arrival today made her feel somewhat guilty. She absolutely couldn't let him know about this before she received the royalties and copyright fees.

"Ms. Eri, how's the manga coming along?"