Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

Women don't value loyalty when it comes to money; their emotions easily override their reason.

Good brothers for life, good women for a while...

Are you leaving?

Tachibana stared blankly at her empty hands, feeling utterly lost.

Xiuming's hands were very hot. Occasionally, when he scratched my palm, it felt like an electric current was running up my arm and down to my navel. My whole body felt hot and strange, and I felt weak all over. The chair I was sitting on felt like a roller coaster, soaring up into the clouds and then plummeting down, then soaring up into the clouds again and plummeting down again, making me dizzy and mesmerized.

Although I really want to go home and learn how to win him over.

But if we sit together and chat like this, continuing to tickle each other's palms, we can go home a little later. Although it's a bit passive, it's still quite enjoyable...

"After all, I need to work," Xiuming said, showing the contract in his hand. "You have to work tomorrow, so go home and rest early! Call me after you start work tomorrow, bye~"

"Alright then," Tachibana pursed her lips, unsure how to express the many things she wanted to say to persuade him to stay, "Be careful on the road..."

Xiuming left decisively, and the tram slowly started moving.

Outside the car window, Tachibana, wearing a light blue dress, sat back in the chair she had been in, looking down and fidgeting with her hands.

Xiuming's heart sank: She seems serious... I should cut ties with her! She's not suited to be a mistress.

Although it's packed with high-altitude protein, swallowing it whole could easily cause choking.

Oh dear, men who are blinded by lust are truly terrifying... Xiuming couldn't help but sigh: They only care about the immediate pleasure and don't consider the consequences... Her hands are so soft, I actually want to squeeze them again. I can't see her for the next few days.

Of course, Xiuming also has a set of strategies to prevent a white flower from turning into a black one.

First and foremost, we must not let innocent girls have too many illusions.

Therefore, one must seize the right opportunity and gradually reveal one's true colors in stages, steps, and doses. This will leave some expectations and premonitions in the hearts of innocent girls, preventing them from suffering major emotional blows. At most, they will become minor villains, rather than becoming extreme villains.

But such an operation is too troublesome and mentally taxing. After thinking it over, I decided it's better to just wait for my Riko.

Xiuming took several trains and got off at Shinjuku Central Park.

He's in a bad mood because he messed with a pretty girl today, and he needs to see Riko to calm down.

The supermarket had a moderate number of customers at 8 pm.

With a deadpan expression, Eri stood behind the cashier, printing receipts for customers.

Her face clearly showed her displeasure at being interrupted from her work. The reason she hired Chieko as a full-time employee was so that she could replace her and then she could secretly draw comics while receiving a daily wage. Anyway, Riko was so good-natured that she wouldn't mind.

That damned Hideaki! I'm going to add a scene in the manga where Riko whips you.

Chieko was unpacking cardboard boxes to load goods.

With her slender, bony figure, I was really worried that she would be crushed by a cardboard box and end up having to pay workers' compensation.

Of course, her actual performance seemed pretty good. She was quite energetic, capable of hard work, and she arranged the goods neatly, much better than Eri, that lazy manga otaku.

We're going to open a branch store soon, so we can focus on training her and have her become the store manager. After all, she has elderly parents and young children to support, and her husband has left her. She's under a lot of pressure, so she'll definitely work hard to earn money.

Behind the half-open door of the massage room, Riko was holding a pen and writing something on the table, presumably filling out loan application materials.

"A future great manga artist," Hideaki tapped the cash register, "if you have time, teach Chieko how to use the cash register and operate the computer."

"I know!" Eri snapped impatiently, a wicked grin suddenly appearing on her rather delicate face, making her look lewd. "I found a dating flyer in her bag! She really needs a man to rely on~ If you want to make a move on her, you'd better hurry! After all, you have a lot of money!"

"You filthy woman, you're truly filthy," Xiuming said, too lazy to explain, and went straight into the massage room. "You'll never get a promotion in your life, you'll just stay here and work!"

Eri stuck out her tongue, rolled her eyes, and made a face—just what she wanted.

Her dream is still to draw comics; she's just here to find inspiration and earn some extra money.

Honestly, 700 yen per hour is really low.

Her credit card is in debt again, so she has to open a new card to pay off the old one. Isn't that just robbing Peter to pay Paul? I really don't understand why the debt keeps piling up.

Xiuming went into the massage room.

Riko was facing away from the door, filling out loan application forms.

Beside her were the business license that had already been issued, Chieko's employment documents, and some insurance certificates related to Chieko's full-time employment.

She was still wearing that beige turtleneck fitted knit top, the hem of which covered her hips.

Her kneeling posture made the curve between her rounded hips and waistline appear incredibly slender.

Xiuming blinked and locked the door.

Riko slowly turned her head, a look of surprise appearing in her moist eyes.

"Honey, you're home!"

"No need to get up, keep going."

As Riko was about to get up, Hideaki quickly sat down next to her, placed his right hand on her slender waist, and slowly slid it down to her hips.

"Ah~" Riko gasped softly, a trembling sound rising to her pale face. She dropped her pen, slamming it onto the small table, her eyelashes fluttering as she whispered, "Honey... I, I haven't finished writing yet..."

"Keep writing, don't worry about me."

Xiuming didn't stop, lifting the hem of her knitted dress, speaking softly, and then gently resting his chin on her shoulder and neck, inhaling the fragrance of her hair and body.

The fragrance of Tachibana, with her innocent, white-flower-like scent, is so alluring that it makes you wonder if she might turn evil.

The scent of my own wife is the most comforting; she truly is a safe haven.

"Honey~" Riko murmured softly, her face already flushed red. She slumped limply onto the small square table, panting slightly as she whispered, "So embarrassing...they'll hear us..."

While Riko was pleasantly surprised by Hideaki's sudden move, the room was not well soundproofed, and the curtains on the glass wall were not drawn. Passersby outside, some even peering into the glass at their reflections in the dark, gave her a feeling of being spied on.

If they really come, it will be so hard to refuse, but I'll also be so embarrassed.

“I encountered a small setback outside,” Hideaki stopped moving, withdrew his hand, and gently placed it on Riko’s soft shoulder, letting her fall into his arms. He rubbed his nose against her neck and collarbone and whispered, “Then the first person I thought of was Riko-chan.”

"Huh?" Riko tilted her head in confusion, a sweet feeling of being cared for and valued rising in her heart. She wanted to ask why or offer some comfort, but she didn't know how to start. So she suppressed her embarrassment, placed her hand on Hideaki's head, and gently stroked it, letting him rub against her.

“I’m full of energy now,” Hideaki said, sitting up. “Riko-chan, if any strange woman ever tells you that she likes someone, don’t believe her. Except for you, all the others are just playing around.”

"It's okay, I'll... uh," Riko instinctively offered comfort, then suddenly realized what she was doing and froze, "Huh?"

Could it be that he's found another woman on the side? She seems to be a very capable one?

"My Riko-chan is still the best..." Hideaki lowered his head and rubbed her collarbone again, "Don't hide anything from me if you've been wronged. Just tell me who it was, and I'll dump her immediately. I trust Riko-chan unconditionally. Got it?"

"Okay... I'll remember..." Riko pouted: Forget it, my husband is so good to me, what more could I ask for? Even after all this, he's still thinking of me... Uh~

As Riko was thinking, a jolt of electricity suddenly ran through her body, causing her to shudder reflexively and involuntarily cry out, "Husband~"

Outside the tightly closed door.

Taking advantage of the absence of customers, Eri called Chieko to the cashier and taught her how to operate the cashier equipment and how to create spreadsheets on the computer.

Although Hideaki didn't tell her why he put Chieko at the cashier, her clever little brain figured it out.

“Chieko-neechan, that man is going to groom you for a big project!” Eri pointed to the closed door of the massage room. “I bet he’s planning to open a branch and wants you to be the manager.”

"Huh?" Chieko's heart skipped a beat. She said nervously, "But, I... I've only been here for one day. I'm not familiar with anything! Won't I disappoint Mr. Hideaki?"

"What's there to worry about? You're the beauty I handpicked!" Eri glanced at the door, a lewd smile on her face, and whispered, "Didn't I tell you? He's a womanizer. He's not satisfied with his gentle and virtuous wife at home; he's found two other women outside. One has a really nice butt, and the other has really big breasts. You have an advantage over them. Not only are you pretty, but your delicate figure is very easy to arouse a man's protective instincts."

Eri goes to great lengths to find inspiration for her creations, resorting to any means necessary, including extreme cruelty, and showing no regard for etiquette or morality.

"Eri-chan, please, please stop..." Chieko's oval face flushed red. "I, I never thought of that..."

"Then you'd better think about it, don't disappoint me! Just tear up that blind date flyer! Hehe, sorry, I went through your bag..."

"Ah?" Chieko's oval face flushed red with embarrassment, and tears welled up in her eyes. "How could you do this... It's so unfair..."

"Don't mind me, I'm your mentor! Seize this opportunity, he's very rich..."

As the two were talking, strange noises came from the closed massage room.

Eri's ears twitched, and she immediately put her index finger to her lips in a shushing gesture. Then she quickly ran out of the cashier's area, closed the store door, and then climbed back into the cashier's area. She took out her inspiration sketchbook from the bottom of the drawer, pretending to listen attentively, while writing and drawing in the notebook.

Chieko blinked and looked at the illustrations in Eri's sketchbook. The female characters were drawn simply, clearly original two-dimensional characters, but the male characters' realistic style was very impactful, almost like full-body photos of Hideaki Yamanaka.

Chieko gasped, her already flushed face turning even redder. She quickly turned away, covered her ears, and leaned against the cash register.

A silent lament escaped my lips: Is she a pervert?

The strange, suppressed noises from inside the massage room lasted for over an hour, while Eri spent the same hour scribbling and drawing.

As Hideaki walked out of the room with the loan application materials written by Riko, Eri had already reopened the shop door and cleverly hidden the catalog. Then, in the manner of "a strict teacher produces outstanding students," she "fiercely" criticized Chieko's clumsiness and even poked her forehead with her finger.

Chieko's face was flushed, she looked embarrassed and ashamed, her eyes were filled with tears, and she didn't dare to refute at all. Her forehead was even poked red.

“Hey, big manga artist, don’t go too far,” Xiuming couldn’t stand it anymore. He immediately rolled up the contract paper into a tube and hit Eri on the head. “You stinky part-timer, if you bully my full-time employee again, I won’t give you the manga portrait rights.”

"She's yours, she's yours..." Eri said sarcastically, her lips curled into a smirk. "How dare I, an outsider, bully your employee!"

Hideaki was too lazy to pay attention to her anymore, but he gained a better understanding of Chieko's personality. Perhaps due to the pressure of life, she seemed to cherish this job very much.

"Chieko-chan, if she bullies you again, just tell me and I'll deal with her and deduct her pay."

"Ah, okay...okay." Chieko lowered her head deeply. Hideaki's face was exactly the same as the face Eri had drawn in the picture book. Seeing Hideaki's face, she couldn't help but think of the picture book.

I'm going crazy...

Just now you were saying that the portrait rights in the comics were authorized... Don't they know what kind of vulgar comics they're drawing? But given their close and uninhibited relationship, they should know!

What a twisted boss... What a twisted Eri...

"Don't bother Riko-chan any longer, let's go home on time!"

Chapter 97 Falling in Love with Someone Who Never Comes Home (5700 words)

Xiuming waved his hand and strode out the door.

Eri peeked out the door until Hideaki crossed the street, walked to the tram stop, and boarded the tram. Then she took out the brochure from the drawer under the cashier's counter, flipped the counter over, and headed straight for the massage room.

"Chieko-neechan, you keep an eye on things for a while, I'm going to look for creative inspiration."

Chieko froze, opened her mouth but didn't dare to make a sound, really worried that Eri would poke her forehead again.

The boss has already told her not to bother his wife. Isn't she afraid of being fired if the boss finds out she's doing this?

She knew Riko's personality; she was the type who seemed easy to bully.

In such a situation, it must have been extremely awkward and embarrassing for Eri to actually try to rush through the door. It's just... really hard to describe her.

Eri wasn't drawing Riko's image. After all, Riko was such a gentle and kind lady who had never offended her, so how could she draw her in such a vulgar way?