My girlfriend is a bad lady

"From now on, you are not allowed to do anything without my permission." She ordered without any explanation.

Watanabe Toru hugged her even tighter, smelled the fragrance of her hair, and felt peace in his heart.

The two didn't say anything and hugged each other for a long time.

When they separated, they could clearly feel each other's reluctance to part, and they wished it could continue like this forever.

Watanabe Toru looked around the room.

The curtains are solemn and solemn, and outside the window is the late night Tokyo.

A luxurious sofa and coffee table combination, a TV covering half of the wall, a huge refrigerator, and a luxury suite.

"This is where?"

"Where's Qingye?" He wanted to ask a question, but in the end he didn't ask it.

While waiting for an answer, Kujo Miki suddenly pinched him hard on the waist.

"Hiss——" Watanabe Toru endured the pain, "Meiji, what are you doing? I'm still a patient."

"Look around, what are you looking for?" Kujo Miki sneered.

"Room……"

"Kiyono Rin?"

"It really hurts, can you please let go first?"

"Or Koizumi Aina?"

"I didn't say anything."

Miki Kujo glanced at Toru Watanabe who had a painful expression, and reached out to press the button on the bedside.

"Call for help? Meiji, I think you can do it yourself. If it's you, I will never return it..."

"What's wrong?" With a cold voice and a hint of panic and nervousness, Qingye Rin walked out of the small compartment of the suite.

She seemed to have just woken up.

The cherry-colored lips were stained with hair, and the bow on the chest of the school uniform was long on one side and short on the other.

He wasn't wearing a school jacket, and his shirt was a little wrinkled.

Because Kujo Miki was still twisting her waist under the quilt, Watanabe Toru, with a painful look on his face, looked at Kiyono Rin.

"Hello, Kiyono-san."

My waist really hurts.

"You look very happy, Watanabe Toru." Kiyono Rin said with a smile without a trace of warmth.

"I suggest you go see an ophthalmologist."

"Huh? Are you unhappy?" Kujo Miki came face to face.

"Happy, I'm super happy." Toru Watanabe laughed while crying.

It really hurts.

The three of them spoke as usual, suppressing the heat of magma.

Kiyono Rin looked into Watanabe Toru's eyes, which were shining brightly.

Toru Watanabe didn't know what happened during this period.

Why did Kujo Miki allow Kiyono Rin to stay here? Why didn't Kujo Miki get angry when he was looking for Kiyono Rin and she pinched his waist? Did their relationship improve?

Also, where is "Koizumi Aona" now?

Did you get back safely?

It was pitch black outside the window. Through his own reflection, Toru Watanabe looked at the orange Tokyo Tower in the distance.

It was a nurse who brought the midnight snack. Only then did Watanabe Toru realize that this was neither a villa nor a high-end hotel, but just a high-end ward in a hospital.

The portions were small but varied, with a small plate of each filling the entire table.

Toru Watanabe and Miki Kujo got out of bed, and the three of them sat on the sofa and coffee table to eat.

"It looks delicious and very nutritious." Watanabe Toru was already hungry after sleeping since the first class in the morning.

"Then eat more." said Kujo Miki.

"Just woke up, eat a small amount." Kiyono Rin had a different opinion.

"What did my doctor say?" Toru Watanabe finally remembered to care about himself.

As usual, Qingye Rin took a sip of soup and said with satisfaction, "Very healthy, I fell asleep."

"Nothing happened?" Toru Watanabe finished a dish in one bite and looked at Miki Kujo.

"I gave you a pill of that medicine," said Kujo Miki.

Watanabe Toru picked up the tofu in his bowl and said, "Here, Meiji, this is for you."

Kujo Miki glanced at him.

With the separate dining system, they both had what Watanabe Toru had, and they also had what Watanabe Toru didn't have.

Miki Kujo and Rin Kiyono finished their portions and ate some fruit at the end. They also hadn't eaten for the whole day.

It was past one in the morning. The two had been worried all day, so they finished their meal, took a short rest, and then went back home.

The lights in the room were turned off, and it fell into complete darkness.

Toru Watanabe lay on the bed, with the quilt covering only his lower abdomen, his head resting on his left hand, staring at the ceiling for a while.

There was silence all around and the moonlight was flowing.

I seemed to hear frogs croaking in my ears, and for a moment I couldn’t tell whether I was missing my hometown or there were really frogs around the hospital.

Toru Watanabe was ready to go to sleep, so he adjusted his sleeping position and faced the floor-to-ceiling window.

The Tokyo Tower emitted an orange-yellow halo. He stretched out his hand and pulled the light into his dream.

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At night, the dense woods cast layers of shadows. This is a quiet mountain path.

Accompanied by the croaking of frogs and following the guidance of fireflies, Toru Watanabe arrived at the end of the trail, where a shrine was located.

On the steps in front of the shrine, sixteen-year-old "Koizumi Aona" curled up there, hugging her soft, girlish legs.

Toru Watanabe walked up and sat next to her.

"If I don't go back, my family will worry," he said.

'Koizumi Aona' still hugged her legs tightly and buried her face in her knees.

Toru Watanabe looked at the fireflies, and following the light of the fireflies, he could see the mountain below through the woods.

There is a small town there. The light it emits at night is not as bright and dense as that of Tokyo, but it is a little bit smaller, warm and quiet, just right.

"Is this your hometown?" Toru Watanabe looked at everything.

The night wind was blowing gently, and from somewhere in the tree came the sound of some insect's wings flapping.

In the forest, countless green lights are floating, and fireflies gather there.

"I didn't mean it." Koizumi Aona didn't speak for a long time and her voice was hoarse.

Watanabe Toru glanced at her; she still had her face buried in her knees.

"I know," he said. "Don't worry, I'm fine."

"Koizumi Aona" hugged her knees even tighter, not letting any wind in.

The way she curled up looked like a child who ran away from home in the night and was waiting for her family to find her.

"I don't blame you at all," Watanabe Toru continued.

"No matter what you do, I won't blame you. If you make any mistakes, I will apologize on your behalf. It doesn't matter if you are willful or don't like it, or if others don't like you or even hate you, but I accept it all."

A firefly leaves the forest and flies over the shrine path.

"Why?" Koizumi Aona's voice was dry.

why?

What caused all this?

Is it the system's fault? Deliberately not making it clear? Fuzzy concepts?

What is the system? It is himself.

It is innate, more intimate than hands, feet, or appearance, and is something deep in the soul.

When it brings convenience, the system is his; when it causes trouble, the system is still his.

The only thing to blame is him for accepting the mission. Everything was caused by him. It was the fault of Toru Watanabe.

(Proofreader's note: See Appendix Chapter 6 for the short play)

"Koizumi Aona" should have spent her new semester in this town, pure and happy, instead of going to a place like Tokyo, to suffer the grievances of a young lady and to be pointed at with a gun.

Miki Kujo is jealous and possessive. Her boyfriend's body is occupied by a woman and she does what she does.

There is nothing wrong with "Koizumi Aona". She has no obligation to accommodate others. It's not like she wants to do that and occupy someone else's boyfriend's body.

The person who brought her from ten years ago to the present was Toru Watanabe.

There is no need to worry about whether Koizumi Aona did anything wrong, or analyze her personality. There is no need to count who should bear how much responsibility.

In the eyes of outsiders, there are thousands of reasons, but in his heart, everything is his fault.

It was he who made the sixteen-year-old girl experience everything she shouldn't have experienced.

Anyone could blame her except him.

However, he was not allowed to say the real reason.

Watanabe Toru was filled with guilt and couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke Koizumi Aona's hair.

"I'm sorry." He was sincere, his voice was soft and sad, "for letting you go through this."

This unintentional action had a kind of tenderness that suffocated Koizumi Aona.

The emptiness of being alone in the future;

The inferiority complex of being compared to urban girls like Kiyono, Kujo, and Asuka;

I know I can get into Waseda University in the future, but I just can’t keep working hard.

Surrounded by bodyguards, pointed at with guns, and motionless, Toru Watanabe...

She had reached her limit and was on the verge of collapse.

"Ah——" 'Koizumi Aona' suddenly burst into tears.

She threw herself into Watanabe Toru's arms, clutching his clothes tightly with both hands, and desperately squeezed out the sound from her throat, saying:

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm so glad you're okay... I'm sorry..."

Toru Watanabe stroked her hair and watched the firefly dancing. More fireflies flew over to the shrine path.

"It has nothing to do with you. It's all my fault."

No matter what Watanabe Toru said, "Koizumi Aona" just kept crying loudly, and his tears soon wet his clothes.

Watanabe Toru felt even more sad.

These were the tears that Koizumi Aona didn't need to shed.

Today is Friday, and on this warm night, she should be with her family, or discussing with new friends on the phone where to go on Saturday.

No, it should be morning at Koizumi Aona's place.

She should have gotten up in a hurry, put on her new skirt hastily, picked up the bread, and ran to class.

Instead of being here, shedding damn tears with the guilt of almost killing someone.

"It's all my fault. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Toru Watanabe had never been so sad.

She cried for a long time, until Watanabe Toru's clothes were like a cup of water was poured on them, and then "Koizumi Aona" slowly turned into sobbing and her tears gradually stopped.

"I'm sorry," she choked.