Tokyo: The Beginning of the Gauze Female Devil

"We have no choice!"

"Please..." The woman on Kumiko's left bent down and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"It's all due to life's pressure. Otherwise, who would be willing to commit to being a bar publicist?"

"Yes, my parents are seriously ill in bed and my younger brother is still in school. I am the only one who can rely on me at home." The other woman also sniffed, as if she would cry at any time.

"Just think of it as a show of pity for us, and let this handsome guy just drink a few drinks with us."

“We had no choice!”

A gambling father, a sick mother, a younger brother who goes to school, and a broken self.

If I don't save her, who will?

Although this set of rhetoric is old-fashioned, it is more than enough to deal with Fujii Itsuki, a young man who is just starting out.

“…I have no other choice?”

However, Asada Ichiha didn't buy it at all. Her pretty face under her short black hair turned stern and she said bluntly, "Why don't you just return the money?"

"..." As soon as these words came out, the three bar public relations officers were suddenly speechless.

Even Fujii Itsuki couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and laughed out loud in his heart.

I didn't expect that Asada, who has always been a serious and honest man, would make such sharp remarks.

"Why don't you speak?"

As her expression became more serious, the teardrop mole under the left corner of Asada Ichiyo's eye seemed to become more charming.

Stop showing off your misery here. Considering their backgrounds, she and Fujii Itsuki together cannot even form a complete family.

"Um, this..."

Kumiko and the other two were silent for a while.

This set of rhetoric is indeed effective against men, but it is a bit ineffective against women.

"All right……"

At this time, Fujii Itsuki, who had been silent for a long time, stepped forward to smooth things over.

As early as when he heard Kumiko say that someone had hired them, a charming and mature figure who was somewhat similar to his girlfriend Ogihara Saki flashed through Fujii Itsuki's mind.

"Instead of hiring thugs to block the door this time, are you going to use a beautiful publicist to can wine?"

"How persistent..."

Fujii Itsuki easily saw through Ogiwara Ayako's little thoughts.

"Isn't she hiding somewhere, secretly recording the video with her phone, preparing to send it to Saki?"

"Or maybe just run straight to the monitoring room?"

He looked around, glanced at the bar and the crowd, but unfortunately Fujii Itsuki did not see the graceful figure of Ogiwara Ayako.

"Is it necessary for Aunt Ayako to hide her head and show her tail?"

"Then let's have a few drinks..." He whispered to the three beautiful bar public relations people.

"Fujii-senpai!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Asada Ichiha grabbed Fujii Itsuki's hand and glared at the three women in front of him.

This action made Fujii Itsuki inexplicably think of his girlfriend Ogiwara Saki.

“Damn it…”

"These voluptuous people are taking advantage of Fujii-senpai's kindness!"

"It's okay, Yiye."

Pulling his hand away from Asada Ichiyo's slender hand, Fujii smiled with relief, and his voice softened a little.

"It won't take long."

"Just wait by my side for a while."

Before he could finish his words, three women, each with their own unique talents, hugged Fujii Itsuki's arms and carried him towards the bar.

"Handsome, let's go to the bar."

"Every drink is freshly made by the bartender. Most people don't get this treatment!"

"And it's all free, someone will pay for it for you!"

At the booth, only Asada Ichiyo was still standing there.

"Fujii-senpai..."

"Did you just call me 'Yiye'?"

"My name... Senior called me by my name..."

The warm color in her eyes was once again replaced by morbidity and fanaticism. This time she was stunned for half a minute before she came back to her senses.

In the end, reason and worry overcame the possessiveness, and Asada Ichiyo hurriedly took a step to catch up, but unfortunately the four of them had already clinked glasses once.

"Boom-"

The glasses collided gently, causing the transparent liquor to sway and some of it to splash out from the mouth of the glass.

Fujii Itsuki had no intention of being polite and drank the cocktail in the glass in one gulp.

How could the three veteran bartenders be frightened by a young boy like him? They tilted their heads back and took a gulp, turning their cups upside down as a sign of courtesy.

"Come again, come again!" Kumiko, who had long yellow hair, called out.

The four people were playing the "Yamanote Line" game, which is common at the drinking table.

The Yamanote Line is the most famous and central underground loop line in Tokyo, and is affiliated to JR East.

The game is very simple. Several people take turns saying the names of the Yamanote Line stations (Shinjuku, Ikebukuro, Shibuya, Ueno, etc.). The faster the better. The thinking time exceeds three seconds. If you say it wrong or repeat it, you will be fined a glass of wine!

If the person being punished drinks two cups on his own initiative, the remaining participants will have to drink one cup as well.

There are 30 stations on the Yamanote Line, enough for four people to play several rounds.

"Ginza!"

"Shibuya!"

"Akihabara!"

"Arakawa..."

"Wrong, Kumiko, there is no Arakawa Station on the Yamanote Line, there is only Nishi-Nippori, drink the wine!"

"oops--"

"so stupid!"

Kumiko patted her head in annoyance and asked the bartender to make her two drinks with whiskey and grapefruit juice.

Naturally, Fujii Itsuki and the other two also had a cocktail.

……

At the bar counter, there was laughter and the atmosphere was lively.

Asada Ichiyo's pretty face was stern under her short hair, like a loyal guard, staying by Fujii Itsuki's side all the time, but her eyes were full of concern.

"Don't drink, senpai..."

"This is already the eighth cup."

She bit her pink lips until they turned white, and her eyes swept dangerously over the three bar public relations staff in front of the bar.

Hidden in the crowd, Ogihara Ayako had a completely different expression. Her long right leg wrapped in black silk stockings rested on top of her left leg, and the corners of her mouth curled up with interest.

“Drink, drink…”

"It's okay to drink a little more!"

The three hostesses with the best drinking tolerance in the store are guaranteed to make Fujii Itsuki drink like a "Sleeping Beauty"!

Let's see how she deals with this little bastard then!

"Shinjuku."

"Okubo."

"Ikebukuro."

“I can’t take it anymore…” Kumiko, who had the best alcohol tolerance among the three girls, was the first to give in.

It seems that all the women with dyed yellow hair that Fujii Itsuki met were idiots. This guy's IQ is not much higher than Chiba Shinoko. There are a total of 30 stations on the Yamanote Line, big and small, but Kumiko stammered and couldn't name a few of them.

In order to get Fujii Itsuki drunk, she would usually ask for two drinks.

“…This Kumiko-sister is such a loser!”

On the right, a woman in a formal suit laughed half drunk and half awake.

Her face was flushed with an intoxicating red, and she looked younger than Kumiko. She was probably a part-time student from the nearby university town.

"So, Sister Midori is very powerful?" Fujii Itsuya pretended to be drunk and looked like he could fall asleep at any moment.

"Just kidding, I'm super awesome!" The young woman in the suit was named Midori, and she said confidently at this moment.

"Come again!"

"Boom-"

The glasses clinked together with a slight sound, the transparent liquor reflected the flashing neon lights, and the atmosphere in the bar became hotter and noisier.

The world was spinning and Midori was about to pass out when she vaguely caught a glimpse of a beautiful figure slowly walking towards her.

"Very good……"

"Ayako-sister is here to save the day."

Obviously, Ayako Ogiwara was not the only woman staring at the bar, waiting to take advantage of Fujii Itsuki after he got drunk.

We are all out here to have fun, who would miss a young and handsome guy like Fujii Itsuki?

To put it nicely, it's called "hunting for beauties"; to put it bluntly, it's called "picking up corpses."

Anyway, you don’t have to be responsible after a night.

I don't know how much time has passed, Asada Ichiha only remembers that the bartender behind the bar who was responsible for mixing drinks was replaced. The four drunkards lay down on the bar one after another and fell asleep.

"Fujii-senpai..."

Reaching out and pushing Fujii Itsuki's shoulder, Asada Ichiha called out softly.

"You're still drunk after all."

"Fujii-senpai, I'll take you back."

Putting Fujii Itsuki's arm on his shoulder, Asada Ichiyo suddenly remembered that he seemed to not know the address of Fujii Itsuki's house.

so……

Her eyes flickered slightly.

"Perhaps I can bring Fujii-senpai home tonight?"

While she was thinking about it, she saw a heavily made-up woman coming over with a glass of wine. She ignored her and asked the drunk Fujii Itsuki, "...Handsome, would you like a drink?"

Asada Ichiha's beautiful eyes fixed, but before she could answer, a charming woman with long wavy hair and a delicate and beautiful face suddenly stood in front of the two of them.

"Sorry..." Under the bright neon lights, Ayako Ogiwara's pretty face showed a sweet smile.

"This handsome guy already has a date."

"So you're Sister Ayako's friend..." The heavily made-up woman shrugged her shoulders, gave a wry smile, then tactfully turned around and left the bar.

"Who are you?" Instead of being grateful for the beautiful aunt's help, Asada Ichiyo's eyes became even more vigilant.

"I'm the manager of this bar." Ayako Ogiwara kept smiling and pointed to the nameplate on her chest.

"I know Fujii... um, and Xiaoshu."

She glanced at Fujii Itsuki who was supported by Asada Ichiha, and couldn't help but stretch out her slender hand to lift Fujii Itsuki's chin.

"OK!"