Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

I'm so jealous of her status, but there's nothing I can do to change it.

The relationship was already so bad that they couldn't even be friends. It was already incredibly lucky that they could tolerate being cuckolded. It was one thing to take advantage of each other with words, but to do it in such an outrageous way was unacceptable.

Although the little lamb's poke doesn't hurt, the beast behind her is openly biased towards her, without even pretending. What if she whispers in her ear?

Hideaki immediately noticed Ayako's unusual reaction and did not do anything against her wishes. Instead, he quickly laid her down, grabbed all the clothes piled on the massage bed, dressed Ayako first, and then quickly put on his own clothes.

Although women often say things they don't mean because of their reserve, her expression at this moment clearly shows that this is her true intention.

Ayako's attitude towards Riko shows that she has a clear understanding of herself, which is why Hideaki likes to hang out with her.

They also took into account Riko's feelings, who was standing outside, even though they had clearly told her that there would be many flags outside in the future.

But to openly plant a flag in front of her would be reckless and extremely malicious, since Riko isn't that kind of person.

It would cause her serious psychological harm, which is why she has a good personality now.

There must be no extreme incidents of her turning to the dark side; she needs to know that I've always been on her side.

Hideaki, dressed neatly, checked Ayako's clothes again. When he saw the bra and panties left outside, he suddenly realized: he was becoming more and more concerned about Riko's feelings.

"Get up right now!" Xiuming casually tossed the thin bra and panties into the corner of the curtains, put on his shoes, walked to the door, and turned back to say, "I've never seen such a poor constitution as yours. Riko will be upset if she sees this. You have to pretend to be normal. I'm going to open the door. You'd better get ready."

Still in a daze, Ayako jolted awake, looked up abruptly, and cursed, "Bastard, why don't you just die!"

Of course, after Xiuming left, she suppressed her embarrassment and anger, quickly took out a pure white cotton towel with a transparent plastic bag still in its packaging from the massage supplies cabinet, and roughly tore the plastic bag apart.

The roller shutter door made a "whoosh" sound as it was pulled up, and Riko was still standing in front of the glass curtain wall.

Hideaki walked up to Riko with a "darn" warm smile and gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

Riko lowered her head shyly, her white-shoe-clad toes kicking the ground.

Ayako was in the room, behind the glass curtain wall, wiping the tatami mats while looking up at them.

Why is God doing this to me? I wish I could switch places with Riko...

But Ayako also knew clearly that such behavior of interfering in other people's marriages was ultimately dishonorable and that she had to silently endure the pressure.

When a single woman has an affair with a married man, 90% of men will not divorce their spouses over it, unless they have ulterior motives, ulterior motives, or the spouses are being too unreasonable.

Riko's personality is exactly the kind that can never be divorced. Regardless of her figure, appearance, or personality, she is a virtuous and tolerant homemaker, which is impeccable.

Well, this is already pretty good; at least the woman with the small breasts didn't strongly object...

Ayako tossed the white towel into the corner, lay back on the tatami mat, and glanced at Riko's chest, finally feeling a little better.

It's not without its merits.

Anyway, because of that awful secret divorce agreement, I can't remarry... I hope that one day I can be pampered by that jerk like Riko was...

Chapter 64 Special Program in Front of the Supermarket

"Mrs. Sugita, come out and help!" Hideaki shouted from the doorway. "Mr. Miyamoto is here too."

"Damn it," Ayako muttered as she fixed her hair, "He calls me Ayako-chan when he wants me, but once we're out the door he's Mrs. Sugita... You scumbag!"

Miyamoto sneaked out during his work hours to deliver two flower baskets.

Last night, after leaving Ayaka's room feeling refreshed, I learned from Eri that Hideaki hadn't spent any money. I secretly guessed that perhaps Hideaki was worried that I would spend too much!

He felt both grateful and ashamed, because he had accidentally given Caihua a small tip, which was naturally deducted from his prepaid card.

The more exhilarating it was at the time, the more uneasy it became afterward.

He made a special trip over there to save face, complained a little about Xiuming not being a good friend, and then quickly explained that the factory might come back for a visit. After receiving Xiuming's assurance, he left in a hurry, not even glancing at Ayako standing next to Xiuming.

“My brother must have spent a lot of money. That gay man is really petty. Give me your house key, I’m going upstairs to hide for a while.”

"Is it necessary to hide?" Xiuming shoved a stack of brightly colored promotional flyers into Ayako's hand and continued, "If he knows what's good for him, that's fine. But if he doesn't and tries to steal my house, I'll show him what real shame is."

If they really try to rob him, and he takes out a mortgage loan in advance, would he still dare to ask for it back?

"Are you a pervert?" Ayako blushed, tightened her grip on her crutch under her arm, and brought her legs together. She quickly leaned close to Hideaki's ear and whispered urgently, "You scumbag, I don't have time to waste with you. Give me your house key right now, I need to go upstairs to shower and change, I'm going to leak..."

Xiuming was taken aback, then quickly picked up Ayako, snatched her metal cane, and ran out of the glass door.

The store is about to open, and there will be a huge flow of people later. In addition, there will be yakuza causing trouble, as well as Yoko Ezaki, follow-up calls, and even the possibility that her gay ex-husband might come to the door.

This will cause her serious social death!

"Riko-chan, you watch over her for a bit, I'll take her upstairs and come right back down."

"Oh, honey, slow down, don't fall..."

Before Riko could finish speaking, Hideaki had already run far away.

As soon as Riko entered the massage room, she could smell the pungent odor. She even helped to roll up the purple patterned bra and panties hidden behind the curtains and put them into Ayako's bag.

After all, this place is for business, and it wouldn't be good if people saw it.

Okay, I'm already mentally prepared, I don't mind... Her husband really spoils her, I'm so envious...

Xiuming ran all the way. Because of Ayako's height and measurements, she was more than 20 kilograms heavier than Riko, so she was really heavy. He was covered in sweat from exhaustion.

I took the elevator to the fourth floor, opened my apartment door, put Ayako down at the door, and then went back to the elevator.

"What are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and go inside."

"Oh!"

Ayako's blank face wore a fake, reserved expression, as if she wanted to laugh but dared not.

The special favor came too suddenly.

He's so awful. He's so sarcastic and cold on one hand, yet he's so caring on the other, caring without any expectation of anything in return. It's driving me crazy.

"Idiot." Xiuming walked over in two steps and slammed the door shut.

At 10 a.m., "Miyamoto 100 Yen Supermarket" quietly opened for business.

Because of the massive flow of people in the Tokyo Financial Center building across the street, they can see the supermarket entrance with just a slight turn of their heads, eliminating the need for wasteful lion dances or other crowd-attracting activities.

All you need to do is stand at the building entrance handing out flyers and casually say something like, "Grand opening special offer!"

Riko was busy at the checkout counter, while Hideaki was handing out flyers between the supermarket and the building.

A white minibus drove quickly through the crowd on the street, heading straight for Xiuming, who was standing at the entrance of the building handing out flyers.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The minibus emitted a piercing horn.

Xiuming quickly jumped onto the curb.

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The minibus came to a smooth stop in front of the building. Immediately afterwards, eight young men jumped out of the bus. Five of them were unfamiliar faces, dressed in martial arts uniforms, and had well-developed limbs.

Xiuming recognized the other three young men in vests and floral shirts; they were the three survivors from the debt collection incident two days ago. One of them had gone to call a locksmith and hadn't witnessed Xiuming's brutality.

When Xiuming glanced over, the two survivors who had witnessed Xiuming's prowess took a small step back, their hands seemingly instinctively reaching to cover their groins, but they managed to restrain themselves.

One of them pulled out a piece of white paper from his pocket with the words "challenge declaration" handwritten on it, and said in a fierce but weak voice, "Yamano Hideaki, we challenge you, we want to take back the humiliation we suffered."

There were even people vying for the humiliation... Xiuming was speechless, but what kind of tricks did their boss, Yoko, play?

"Has your boss Yoko arrived?" Hideaki flicked a flyer. "Did she ask for the challenge? Don't you think that's childish? As for the debt, I need to talk to her face-to-face."

"This isn't about debt collection! We'll talk about debts later, this is a personal grudge!" The young man holding the challenge letter ran into the supermarket, slammed it on the checkout counter, startling Riko. He turned around and yelled, "If you don't accept the challenge, we'll empty your store!"

"Get out here right now!" Seeing Riko's pale face, Hideaki's expression darkened. He took off his shirt and threw it on the ground, revealing his muscular body. He pointed at the five unfamiliar faces in training clothes and said, "Wait a moment, I'll go to the store to get a rope, make a circle, and we'll practice in the circle."

The issue of debt is easily resolved as long as it doesn't involve violence, vandalism, robbery, coercion, kidnapping, or the sale of a hospital ship in international waters. We can't let such things affect our business operations and our ability to make money.

Based on intelligence, their boss, Yoko, is definitely Ms. Ezaki from the "bubble bath shop," and there's something to talk about.

Let's turn this program she gave us into a fantastic way to attract viewers.

When Xiuming revealed his muscular physique, the five men's expressions changed, and they all gasped and whispered, "Bruce Lee..."

Xiuming's ears twitched, and he turned around in surprise, scrutinizing them again. They really seemed to be skilled in martial arts; he couldn't be careless!

He quickly went into the store, took out a long rope, and drew a large circle with a diameter of two meters at the entrance.

Standing in the circle, flexing his wrists, to prevent them from swarming him, he said, "Come on, who wants to go first?"

Xiuming was careless; he didn't expect that the five of them were so easily defeated.

His main fighting style involves throws: over-the-shoulder throws, back throws, taunt throws, backbend throws, groin throws, and anal throws...

The five men, who had learned kung fu, couldn't bring themselves to use underhanded tactics and were constantly restrained. They were so angry that they yelled and cursed Xiuming as "shameless, despicable, and unworthy of kung fu."

Many people started watching, treating it as an entertainment and comedy show, clapping and cheering.

Every time Xiuming fell down, he clapped his hands and shouted to the people around him, "Don't take it seriously, everyone. They're really good, they're all warriors! They're just here to support us and create a show. Go to the store and buy some snacks and chips, it'll be even better if you eat while you watch!"

Many people actually took Xiuming's advice and went to buy snacks.

A black Toyota Century with a V8 engine and "VIP-modified" features slowly drove up, close to the supermarket wall.

The crowd that had been watching scattered in an instant.

"VIP modified" vehicles are the most conspicuous identifier of gang vehicles.

Such an impressive luxury car, considered a national treasure of Japan, is only qualified to be ridden by high-ranking members of the yakuza, given the strict hierarchy of the organization.

The five people who were thrown and were dizzy, as well as the three young men in floral shirts who had joined the crowd in clapping and cheering, seemed to have been struck by lightning and stood there stunned.

The black car drove straight toward Xiuming without making a sound.

The speed was very slow, even slower than walking, but judging from the way they were acting, it seemed like they wanted to run Xiuming over.

Inside the car, the driver was dressed in black and wearing sunglasses. In the passenger seat was a middle-aged man with a thick beard and a tattoo on his neck.

There was a woman wearing sunglasses in the back seat. Although the black sunglasses covered half of her face, her chin and lips were still very recognizable. She was their boss, Yoko.

Next to Yoko sat Eri Makimura, her hands on her chin, looking like she'd never seen anything like it before.

Xiuming frowned and remained standing still.

He dislikes being pressured like this unless he is the one being aggressive towards others.

The driver was very skilled; the guardrail in front of the car just touched Xiuming's pants, and the car came to a smooth stop.

The passenger door opened, and a young man with a thick beard jumped out of the car.