My daily life in love is too contrary to my character.

Chapter 293 A Few Things About Geishas

"Oh, what are you talking about! I'm not in a bad mood at all!" It was her turn to face the corner.

Just a moment ago, the world seemed to be shaking. But when I looked closely for the source, it didn't seem to be the world, but just my own chest.

This person is seducing me again. He usually seems carefree, but he's actually very wicked.

"Then how did you end up like this? Don't keep it bottled up inside; it's not good to keep it to yourself. It'll be easier to resolve if you talk about it." Shiraishi Zexiu rested his chin on his hand and thought for a moment. "Was it when you saw Aunt Hua on the plane a few days ago saying that your business acumen isn't as good as mine? There's no need for that. She was just joking. Actually, she still likes you a lot..."

Her gentle tone was like the raindrops pattering on the green tiles during the plum rain season—crisp and soothing, making you want to keep listening.

"Stop!" Kuramochi Sakura struggled to shake off the thought, stretched out her hand to make a 'pause' gesture, and shouted.

"Hmm?" Shiraishi Zexiu stopped talking.

"Although I don't know what kind of fantastical drama you're imagining, I really am not in a bad mood! If I'm lying to you, I'll lose to Chiyo Ichiriki for the rest of my life." To increase credibility, Sakura Kuramochi added.

"Such a harsh vow, so you're really not in a bad mood?"

"no!"

"Then why did you only call me out?" Shiraishi Zexiu asked, even more puzzled.

"You'll find out tomorrow... Don't ask anymore." Kuramochi Sakura waved her hand impatiently, glancing at Shiraishi Sawa before immediately running away.

Shiraishi Sawah nodded slowly, then pondered, "Wait a minute... so all my embarrassment just now was for nothing? I actually lost so completely? Damn!"

"Hmph! Who told you to be so stupid?"

"Damn it, thinking about it makes me even more ashamed. What could be more shameful than this? Could someone really buy a sex toy lucky bag instead of a real one? I can't think of anything more shameful than this. Could there really be such a person? Please, please, let someone like that make me feel a little better..."

Shiraishi Sawah covered his head in embarrassment and squatted down, repeatedly emphasizing the words. When he saw the truly enraged girl rushing over, he immediately got up and ran away.

"Shiraishi-kun, stop right there!"

"Stop chasing me!"

"Don't run, and I won't chase you!"

"You're kidding me!" The difference in physical strength between the two made it very easy for Shiraishi Zexiu to escape, and he even had time to turn around and make a face.

......

After the chase ended, Shiraishi Sawa stood to one side, while Kuramochi Sakura rested beside him with her hands on her knees.

“Kuramochi-san, you need to exercise more. Look at Ichigo, she’s always been very good at sports.”

"That's her talent, what can I do?" The girl, panting heavily, threw a punch in the air towards Shiraishi Zexiu's direction. Even though it didn't hit her at all, it was clear that it was a weak and powerless punch, more like a massage when it hit her.

"Phew~" Shiraishi Sawa breathed on his hands and rubbed them together. Then he looked at Kuramochi Sakura beside him and said, "It's a bit cold outside. I can tell you're not in good health. Why don't you go back first and avoid catching a cold?"

"Go back to the karaoke bar?" Kuramochi Sakura glanced at the time on her phone, then put it down. "They're still far from done. Forget it, it'll be boring going back anyway. Let's wander around a bit more."

"Alright, I'll just be a dutiful companion tonight." Shiraishi Zexiu shrugged indifferently.

Once Kuramochi Sakura had rested, the two set off again, continuing their aimless wandering.

Knowing that Kuramochi Sakura wasn't in a bad mood, Shiraishi Sawa Hideya felt much more relaxed and unconsciously started humming "Koi no Hime Hime Pettako".

However, there are no lyrics; it's just humming the tune of the chorus.

"Shiraishi-kun, do you know that even your humming sounds off-key to me?" After listening for a while and calming down, Kuramochi Sakura couldn't help but say.

Remembering something funny, the girl next to him covered her mouth and started to giggle secretly.

"Then you should sing. Such a great voice, it's such a waste not to sing. If you don't like it, please transplant it to me. I agree that they don't deserve to listen, but I, Shiraishi Sawa Hide, am worthy to listen to you sing, aren't I?"

"You..." He wanted to say 'you're not worthy,' but the words wouldn't come out, and in the end, it turned into a "humph!"

"After all, you're someone I can hang out with with Yuko and me, so it's a barely acceptable match. As for the lyrics, what are the lyrics? I've never even heard this song before."

"Actually, I don't remember all the lyrics, only this catchy part." Shiraishizawa Hide opened the full lyrics of "Koi no Himehime Pettanko" on his phone and showed it to Kuramochi Sakura.

"Mr. Shiraishi, I didn't expect you to like this kind of song. But as far as I know, the princesses in the royal family these days might not be very good-looking. If you want a beautiful princess, you might have to look abroad."

"Wait a minute, although marrying a princess has been one of my childhood dreams, listening to this song doesn't mean I like princesses. I've just been brainwashed. It's the protagonist of 'Yowamushi Pedal' who likes them."

"Is this anime only for otaku?" Kuramochi Sakura asked, while familiarizing herself with the lyrics and quietly playing the song to get used to the melody.

"You can't judge a book by its cover, Mr. Kuramochi. I recently watched 'The Doll Falls in Love,' so am I a doll myself?"

“But you’ve fallen in love.” Kuramochi Sakura tilted her head, looking at him with a 'Isn’t that right?' gaze.

"..." Shiraishi Zexiu couldn't refute it, because he had even fallen into three rivers at the same time, and his current goal was to merge the three rivers together and turn them into the Ai River.

"But I don't look like a typical otaku, do I?" Shiraishi Sawah adjusted the collar of his jacket and straightened his back to show off.

"I think I'm more like a social butterfly, no, that's right. In terms of physical attributes, Kuramochi-san, you're more like a homebody."

Besides, it's not a show for otaku; it's a high-energy sports anime. You might even want to exercise after watching it, Kuramochi-san. You should check it out.

"Anyone who needs to emphasize his status as a cashier is a fake cashier. I am neither a otaku nor a cashier. I am a young lady." After reading the lyrics and listening to the song, Kuramochi Sakura cleared her throat: "ラブリーチャンスペたんこちゃん~,ラブリーチャンスペたんこちゃん~..."

Shiraishi Sawa stopped talking, put his hands in his pockets, walked beside the girl, swayed his head slightly to the rhythm, and listened quietly.

There's no denying that the singing was beautiful. Although it was a cappella without any accompaniment, the voice filled the air, creating a comfortable space.

Kuramochi Sakura lagged half a step behind, singing softly as she looked at the long, multi-layered shadows on the ground in front of her. At the head of the shadows, strands of her hair danced in the night breeze.

Occasionally, she would imagine what fleeting glimpses might appear in those unseen, captivating eyes.

--

"Damn, it really is true that speaking of Cao Cao brings Liu Bei to the scene. Kuramochi-san, shall we go in and take a look?" As we walked around a corner, the shops next door were bathed in warm yellow light, and the posters at the entrances featured Kitagawa Kaimu.

"This is 'The Dress-Up Doll Falls in Love'?" Kuramochi Sakura looked at the poster, especially at the rounded part, and then looked at Shiraishi Sawa with disdain. "You usually watch these kinds of anime? It seems that you are not only an otaku, but also a perverted otaku."

In the poster, Kitagawa Kaimu is wearing her leopard-print swimsuit and is making a peace sign with one hand towards the two people.

"......"

It seems there's something hard to explain.

"This anime is actually very inspiring. It's a story about a girl pursuing her dreams. Let me tell you about the plot..." Although he watched it entirely because of the female lead's image and the promotional images, Shiraishi Sawa Hide tried to salvage his image.

"Since we've already walked around, let's go in and take a look." Pushing open the glass door, Kuramochi Sakura was the first to go in.

Clearly, he didn't listen to a single word of his attempt to salvage his image. With a sigh, Shiraishi Sawa decided that he would never again reveal to girls what anime he watched.

This is a collaborative merchandise store with a wide variety of items, and the collaborations extend beyond anime to include celebrities and brands.

The prices aren't expensive either, considering the location isn't ideal.

Kuramochi Sakura first went to the front desk, took down the "Changing Clothes Doll" collaboration folder hanging next to the front desk, bought one, and handed it to Shiraishi Sawa with a big smile.

"Hey, Shiraishi-kun, here's your New Year's gift."

"...Thank you." Although she accepted the gift, she felt as if she had been stabbed in the back. "Wait a moment, let me also carefully select a New Year's gift for Lord Kuramochi."

Shiraishi Sawa 'carefully' took a pacifier candy from the front desk, paid for it, and handed it to Kuramochi Sakura.

"Please, this suits your taste perfectly."

"I thought you'd choose the ring-shaped candy next to it. I was just about to ask if it wouldn't be tiring to make three rings for the New Year." Kuramochi Sakura took the candy, didn't eat it, and casually put it in her pocket.

"How did you know? Damn it, Takanashi betrayed me again."

"She had no choice but to tell me, otherwise I wouldn't have helped her," Kuramochi Sakura muttered softly.

"Do you want them? They're a bit expensive, 400 yen each after the collaboration, but I can buy ten for you and Kuramochi-san, so you can have one on each finger."

"I don't want to, but..."

"Hey! Kuramochi-san, look, it's time for me to prove myself." Kuramochi Sakura was grabbed by the arm and pulled over by Shiraishi Sawa.

Shiraishi Sawah picked up a water bottle and handed it to Kuramochi Sakura. Around the water bottle, Onoda Sakamichi held up a similar blanket and gave a thumbs up.

"Look, this is the 'otaku' from 'Yowamushi Pedal,' he's still very youthful and energetic, unlike the pot-bellied guy you imagined, right?"

"Hmph!" Kuramochi Sakura crossed her arms, glanced at the water bottle, and then turned her head away, her face showing obvious frustration.

Did Onoda offend her? Shiraishi Sawah scratched his head.

Kuramochi Sakura's phone vibrated in her pocket. She took it out, glanced at it, then glared at Shiraishi Sawa, and said:

"Once Yuko's business is finished, I'll have the driver take you home."

--

"Takanashi, do you think Kuramochi-san has encountered any problems lately?" Downstairs at the apartment building, after dropping the two off, the driver drove off. Looking at the car's taillights, Shiraishi Sawa asked in confusion.

Although I was initially certain she wasn't upset, I later realized she really was.

Women are truly difficult creatures to understand.

"Huh? I don't think so."

"You should take good care of her. She only has you and Chiyo as friends. She didn't ask you to come out and keep her company today so as not to spoil your fun, but she ended up tormenting me."

"Yes, I will. Let's go upstairs." Takanashi Yuuko seemed a little embarrassed.

Under the white streetlights, the girl, whose makeup seemed even more exquisite than during the day, exuded an irresistible charm.

"Okay, let's go upstairs for a late-night snack. I'm exhausted after walking all night." Shiraishi Zexiu stretched, his bones cracking.

Takanashi Yuuko ran ahead, seemingly in a hurry, her long white dress fluttering behind her, revealing glimpses of yellow underneath.

--

When Shiraishi Sawa went upstairs, the apartment door was closed, and Takanashi Yuko was nowhere to be seen. He could roughly guess why Kuramochi Sakura had called him out alone tonight.

He chuckled, subconsciously straightened his clothes, and finally opened the door.

On the coffee table, a small, warm yellow lamp quietly illuminates the small space. Between the coffee table and the television, a carpet is laid out, on which sits a small table, a glass of sake brought from home, and several bowls of steaming side dishes.

These are not the main points; the main point is the geisha dancing at this moment.

As if for the day of the illumination, the geisha wore the same red obi and yellow kimono.

Against a backdrop of yellow, a colorful auspicious bird adorns the chest, its shape slightly distorted by the curves of the kimono. Cherry blossoms bloom on the left sleeve, while maple trees grow on the right.

Her long hair was styled in an updo, and within that long, smooth black hair was a fair face. She was a delicate, refined, and flawless young woman, as radiant as the full moon.

That makeup looked just right at that moment, without the jarring effect of old-fashioned heavy white makeup; her fair cheeks were like a dazzling jewel in a crown.

A geisha, holding a small geisha fan, walked over with elegant steps, knelt down in front of Shiraishi Sawa, and changed his shoes.