Tokyo: The Beginning of the Gauze Female Devil

"You've got to suffer this day, kid!"

Looking at the drunken boy in front of her, Ogiwara Ayako couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth.

"Leave him to me, I'll take him home."

"Bar manager?"

Asada Ichiyo subconsciously took a step back, inexplicably feeling that this beautiful aunt had other intentions.

"no!"

She held Fujii Itsuki's waist with one slender hand and quietly grasped the beer bottle on the bar with the other hand. A hint of danger flashed in her determined eyes.

"Don't worry, I mean no harm..." Looking at the girl's defensive movements, Ogiwara Ayako raised her eyebrows slightly.

"How come this bastard is always popular with girls wherever he goes!"

"I'm his aunt. Actually, we are... um, relatives."

"Relatives?" Asada Ichiye narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"Cough——" Just at this moment, Fujii Itsuki beside her coughed as if he was choked by the wine, and slowly opened his blurry eyes.

"Aunt Ayako?"

"Long time no see..." He shouted as if he was half drunk, let go of Asada Ichiyo's hand, and fell into Ogiwara Ayako's arms.

"puff--"

Along with the strong smell of alcohol, the boy's body temperature gradually passed into her arms. Ogiwara Ayako's delicate body trembled, and then she quickly began to grit her teeth.

"This bastard did it on purpose!"

"I'll take him to the side to rest for a while..."

"You can go back first, or wait until he sobers up and leave together."

As she spoke, Ayako Ogiwara put Fujii Itsuki's arm around her neck and helped him to the manager's office.

Chapter 278 Lighting a Cigarette (Additional 4k1)

"Click——"

Close the door and keep out the turbid air and loud music.

The manager's office enjoys the rare tranquility of the "soul bar".

"Humph--"

Pushing the boy onto the sofa in the office unhappily, Ayako Ogiwara smoothed the wrinkles of her dress.

"So you have come to this day!"

Looking at Fujii Itsuki who was drunk and unconscious on the sofa, Ogiwara Ayako leaned over, stretched out her slender hand and pinched Fujii Itsuki's face in revenge.

"Weren't you very arrogant the last time you were here?"

"Heh, didn't expect the situation to change so quickly?"

She had no intention of lowering her voice and stared at Fujii Itsuki's handsome face from a close distance.

Only then did Ayako Ogiwara realize that what she saw on the phone screen two days ago was not an illusion. After not seeing him for a few months, the boy was indeed a little more handsome than before.

"call--"

It seemed that the air conditioning temperature in the office was too high. Ayako Ogiwara's breathing became rapid and her mood began to feel strange.

In order to suppress this feeling of heat, she frowned, gently patted Fujii Itsuki's cheek, and said viciously: "Fujii Itsuki, speak!"

"Water... water..."

"?!" The boy's sudden voice scared Ayako Ogiwara. Her pupils shrank and she subconsciously took half a step back.

"I'm so scared!"

"So I just wanted to drink some water..."

Ogiwara Ayako patted her full chest with lingering fear, pulled up Fujii Itsuki's eyelids, then turned around and poured Fujii Itsuki a glass of cold water from the coffee table.

"The water is coming!" she shouted deliberately raising her voice.

Sure enough, Fujii Itsuki was still drunk and didn't react at all.

The cup was handed to Fujii Itsuki's lips, and he took small sips of the drink instinctively, like a baby.

The clear water flowed across the chin and neck, slowly wetting the collar of the shirt.

“…It’s so troublesome!”

Putting down the water cup, Ogiwara Ayako frowned, helped Fujii Itsuki take off his coat, and unbuttoned his shirt.

She took out a towel from the drawer under the coffee table, bent over and wiped the water stains on Fujii Itsuki's chest, and said unhappily, "Just wait, I'll have the security throw you out the back door right away!"

"It's freezing outside. You deserve to freeze to death!"

Walking into the private bathroom in the office, Ogiwara Ayako wet a towel with warm water, and then wiped Fujii Itsuki's sweaty cheeks and neck with the hot towel. She said unforgivingly: "...I should have taken a picture of you like this and sent it to Saki!"

"You're drinking with a beautiful woman in a bar late at night, waiting to be picked up by another woman after you pass out, right?"

"Kaka——"

She did what she said. Ayako Ogiwara took out her cell phone from the pocket of her skirt and started taking pictures of Fujii Itsuki's face.

She has decided to create a small account and secretly report to her daughter Ogihara Saki anonymously!

A slender hand climbed up Fujii Itsuki's profile and straightened this handsome face. When Ogiwara Ayako was about to take a close-up photo of his face, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist.

“…That’s about enough.”

"Didn't Aunt Ayako send these three here as a trap for law enforcement?"

When she heard the boy's familiar voice, Ogiwara Ayako's beautiful eyes trembled and then widened in an instant.

"You...you're not drunk?"

"How is that possible!?"

"I clearly saw him drink more than a dozen glasses of wine!"

Most people would get drunk after three or four glasses of this kind of cocktail made with vodka, whiskey and grapefruit juice. Even Kumiko, who has the best alcohol tolerance in their store, can only drink no more than ten glasses.

"Final Light?!"

"Or does this kid have two livers?"

"How can we lure Aunt Ayako out if we don't use the trick?"

Relaxing his neck, Fujii Itsuki glanced at Ogiwara Ayako in front of him as if nothing had happened.

"Last time we sent two security guards to block the door, and this time we sent three public relations escorts."

"Aunt Ayako has so many tricks..."

Being stared at with malicious eyes, Ogiwara Ayako subconsciously shrank back.

"You...what do you mean?"

"I'm warning you, Fujii Itsuki, be careful or I'll send the photos to Saki!" She clenched the phone in her hand.

"...Boring." Picking up the cup of water on the coffee table and drinking it all, Fujii Itsuki glanced at Ogiwara Ayako nonchalantly.

"Send it if you want. Anyway, I told Saki before I came here."

"Do you think I am you?"

"You went to a bar and hid it from Saki."

"You..." Ogiwara Ayako raised her eyebrows, and her beautiful body seemed to be pierced by a sharp arrow.

Lies don't hurt, truth is the knife.

Fujii Itsuki's words, light and without any curse words, suddenly pierced deeply into Ogiwara Ayako's heart.

Although the income of a bar manager in Tokyo is quite high, it is not considered very respectable after all, especially in the prosperous areas such as Shinjuku and Shibuya.

However, Ayako Ogihara had always been a very strict, even harsh mother, so she delayed telling Ogihara Saki.

"What are you?"

"Aunt Ayako said she was going to throw me out, didn't she?" Fujii Itsuki crossed his arms, leaned against the back of the sofa, and adjusted himself into a comfortable position.

"...Please do as you please." He closed his eyes again, provocatively, and turned back into his motionless drunken appearance.

"crunch-"

Ayako Ogiwara's upper and lower gums were clenching so hard that she really wanted to slap this handsome face.

"What? Are you feeling soft-hearted?" Slowly opening his clear eyes, Fujii Itsuki spoke jokingly.

Hearing this, Ogiwara Ayako raised her eyebrows and glared at Fujii Itsuki angrily. But she felt panicky for no reason.

"Who would be soft-hearted to a little bastard like you!"

"Then why did Aunt Ayako feed me water just now?"

“I have a kind heart and like to do good things!”

"But you used a hot towel to wipe my face."

"……Shut up!"

Ogiwara Ayako shouted coldly, knowing that she was in the wrong, so she stretched out her slender hand and covered Fujii Itsuki's lips directly.

"Don't be so self-righteous!"

"If I wasn't worried that Saki would die for you, I would have thrown you out long ago..."

Ogiwara Ayako frowned and couldn't help but raise her voice, but she found that Fujii Itsuki was distracted at this moment, staring at her wrist in a daze without blinking.

"Fujii Itsuki!"

A vein on Ogiwara Ayako's forehead jumped and she looked in the direction of her sight.

On her snow-white and delicate wrist, an exquisitely crafted sterling silver bracelet dangled slightly, shining with dazzling colors like the Milky Way.

It was exactly the one that Fujii Itsuki gave her last time!

"Ho-"

In an instant, his breathing became rapid, as if he had confessed.

Ogihara Ayako pulled back her slender hand as if she had received an electric shock, and half of her body was suddenly paralyzed. She felt confused and flustered, like a primary school student in class whose teacher discovered that she had an extra rubber band on her wrist.

In the huge manager's office, the atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

The air conditioner was blowing wildly, and the hot towel wet the sofa. Apart from the sound of the wind, the only sound was the slight breathing of the two people.

"Don't get me wrong, I have a lot of jewelry."

"I just wear it differently every day..." As the elder, Ogihara Ayako was the first to speak and break the silence. But her eyes kept dodging.

"Well, you have good taste, Aunt Ayako." Fujii Itsuki answered the question irrelevantly and read the reply randomly.

"It suits you very well."

"…Who asked you to praise me?"

Ogiwara Ayako glanced at Fujii Itsuki sideways, her throat felt dry, the desire to explain came to her lips, and she suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette.

She took out a box of ladies' cigarettes from the pocket of her skirt, picked up a cigarette and put it to her mouth. Then she paused and handed the cigarette box to Fujii Itsuki.

Fujii Itsuki did not refuse and took one out of the box.

Holding a cigarette in her mouth, she leaned closer to Fujii Itsuki and slowly uttered a word: "...fire."

"Why doesn't this kid have any eyesight?"

"Don't you know how to light a cigarette for your elders?"

"Where does the fire come from if I don't smoke?" Fujii Itsuki gave her a cold look.

"Then why do you take the cigarette?" Ogiwara Ayako said a little irritably.

"Because it was given to me by Aunt Ayako."

"..." Ogiwara Ayako was speechless for a moment and had to take out a lighter from the drawer of the coffee table.