Tokyo: The Beginning of the Gauze Female Devil

Taito District, Hanakawado.

In the night, he walked up the external staircase to the third floor. Although he only drank a can of mild milk beer in the bar, he was drunk even without drinking. Asada Ichiyo felt dizzy and walked as if he was walking on marshmallows.

"Screw rustle..."

Taking out the key to unlock the door, Asada Ichiha pushed the door open with a canvas bag and walked in, then changed into slippers at the entrance.

"Sister, why did you come back so late?"

Hearing the sound of the door opening, a girl came out from the bedroom. Her appearance, figure, and even voice were very similar to Asada Ichiyo.

"Didn't you say you were having dinner with your colleagues?"

"It's already past eleven o'clock, and you didn't reply to my Line message. I'm so worried."

Asada Futaba, who was wearing pajamas, held her mobile phone in one slender hand and scratched her slightly messy short hair with the other.

In the past few days, because Matsumoto Arina took the initiative to take a leave of absence from school, the campus public opinion that had been silent for a long time was once again pushed to the forefront.

Matsumoto Arina has secured her place as the victim, while she and Shimizu Rin are both considered to be the mistresses who have successfully risen to the top.

Shimizu Rin didn't care about it, because she had always been well-known in school. But Asada Futaba needed a long time to adapt.

In addition, as exam week was approaching, school matters had become more and more complicated, and Asada Futaba hadn't had a good night's sleep for several days.

"Um……"

Asada Ichiha, immersed in his own world, responded casually as if he didn't hear his sister's words. He immediately threw down his canvas bag, knelt down, and leaned over the Japanese kotatsu in the middle of the living room.

"Fujii-senpai..." Asada Ichiyo said in a lovelorn manner, resting her head on the cold table.

"elder sister?"

"Are you drunk?" Looking at her dazed and sleepwalking appearance, Asada Futaba walked over and gently pushed her sister Ichiba's thin shoulder.

"strangeness……"

Her nose twitched slightly, but she didn't smell any strong smell of alcohol.

I bent down and sniffed my sister's mouth, and a faint smell of milk entered my nose.

"Sister, are you drunk milk?"

"what?!"

Her sister's words immediately brought Asada Ichiyo out of her self-absorbed state.

Only then did she realize that she had arrived home.

"I'm sorry, Erye."

"After dinner, I went to the bar with Fujii-senpai..."

Yiye gave an apologetic smile, not intending to hide anything from her sister, and replied truthfully.

"bar?!"

"Isn't this a dinner party? How did we end up at a bar?"

Erye raised her eyebrows, and hurriedly held her sister's shoulders and asked, "...Is that bastard Fujii Itsuki going to ask you to accompany him drinking?"

"Erye, you are not allowed to call Senior Fujii a bastard!" Yiye also frowned.

"He was a very nice man and didn't let me drink a drop of alcohol."

“I insisted on going to the bar!”

"Sister..." Erye bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth.

"I care about you, how can you side with him?"

"Forget it this time. Remember to apologize to Senior Fujii next time." After all, she was his own sister, so Yiye relaxed his tone and didn't mean to care.

"Apologize for what?"

Asada Futaba's lower lip was almost bitten through.

"hateful……"

"You don't even know that he gave your sister's first kiss to you, and he even charged you 2 million yen!"

"Now it's even rumored at school that he's her mistress!"

Asada Futaba lost all of her body, money, and reputation.

She was already upset and wanted to cry but had no tears, but her twin sister Asada Ichiyo actually stood on Fujii Itsuki's side!

"Humph--"

"Sister, why don't you just go to his house and sleep at night?"

"Why did you come back?" Asada Futaba snorted in anger and turned to walk into the room. Although she had some feelings for Fujii Itsuki, it didn't stop her from calling Fujii Itsuki a bastard.

"Hey, Erye..." Yiye waved to her sister and stood up from the warm table.

"Bang—" The only response she got was the heavy sound of a door closing.

With her arms folded across her chest and her back leaning against the door, Futaba Asada slowly lowered her head. Her shoulder-length hair faintly concealed the teardrop mole under her right eye.

She suddenly had a premonition that was about to come out.

"My sister..."

"You don't like Fujii Itsuki, do you?"

……

……

Arakawa Ward, Minamisenju.

It was already 11:30 at night when I took a taxi from Shinjuku back to Fujii's house.

"Click--" I pushed open the door and changed into slippers at the entrance. The living room was dimly lit and quiet.

At this point, everyone should be asleep.

"Da da da."

I walked up the stairs to the second floor in the dark, and the light from the bedroom poured out from the bottom of the door.

When he opened the door, he saw a girl with long black hair and a pretty and gentle face sitting at the head of the bed with a book in her hands. She had obviously been waiting for him for a long time.

"Shu, you're back..." Hearing the sound of the door opening, Ogiwara Saki lifted the quilt, put the paperback on the bedside, walked over and considerately helped Fujii Itsuki take off his coat.

"Why is your collar wet?" Glancing at the wetness on Fujii Itsuki's collar, Ogihara Saki's eyes flashed with a trace of heartache.

"It must be very uncomfortable on the road in such a cold weather."

"I'll go get you some hot water so you can take a nice hot bath later."

She showed no sign of disgust and wiped the water stains on Fujii Tree's neck with the sleeve of her pajamas. As soon as she said that, she reacted quickly.

"no……"

"People who drink too much can't take a bath. Let me get a hot towel to wipe your body."

"I usually do this when my mother is drunk."

"…Saki is a good and filial child." Fujii Itsuki said jokingly, "Aunt Ayako is very lucky."

"I do respect my mother." Ogihara Saki replied softly.

"But..." Fujii Itsuki changed the subject and put on a serious expression.

"Why do I remember someone calling me and asking me to elope with her?

"...Stop being poor!"

Ogiwara Saki's pretty face turned red when her dark history was revealed. She glared at Fujii Itsuki with a harmless look, then went to the bathroom to get a towel and brought back a basin of hot water.

On the bed, Fujii Itsuki had already taken off his shirt and lay down on the bed obediently.

"Patter--"

After soaking the dry towel in a basin of hot water for a while and wringing it dry, Ogihara Saki knelt on the edge of the bed and started wiping Fujii Itsuki's forehead.

The hot towel was brushed across the bridge of the nose, cheeks, chin, and even the corners of the earlobes.

"Tree, how's it going?"

“…It’s a little itchy.”

"I mean, after drinking so much at the bar, are you feeling uncomfortable now?"

"Yeah, I was a little nauseous at first, but I felt better after seeing Saki."

"You make me sound like a hangover remedy..." Ogihara Saki carefully wiped Fujii Itsuki's neck with a hot towel.

"No, it should be a panacea." Fujii Jyunori corrected sincerely.

"..." Ogihara Saki paused and suddenly wanted to press her lips to his forehead, but she held back.

The two chatted casually, and the cold winter atmosphere gradually became warm.

Until Fujii Shu brought up a very strange topic.

"Saki, I heard from others that you don't have to marry a beautiful wife."

Fujii Itsuki raised his head and looked in the direction of Ogihara Saki.

"but……"

"You must marry someone who will take the initiative to help you apply medicine when you have hemorrhoids!"

"Shu..." Seeing his chuckling expression, Ogihara Saki was speechless for a moment, so she could only stretch out her slender hands and gently twist the soft flesh on Fujii Shu's waist.

"Why are you shy? If Saki gets hemorrhoids, I will definitely help..."

"Well--"

Before Fujii Itsuki could finish his words, his mouth was blocked by Ogihara Saki.

"Shu, you can turn over and wipe your back now." After they separated in an instant, Ogiwara Saki curved her eyebrows and smiled.

"Saki, you seem a bit sinister..." Fujii Itsuki obediently turned over and faced her with his back.

"Because Itsuki is making bad assumptions." Ogihara Saki said as she wiped Fujii Itsuki's back with a hot towel.

"Speaking bad things too often will make them come true."

"It's best for us to be healthy. Having hemorrhoids is too..."

Anyway, Ogiwara Saki didn't dare to imagine the scene of Fujii Itsuki helping her apply medicine, she would definitely faint from shame.

"It seems that I am quite lucky." Fujii Itsuki looked at her with a smile, "I married both of them."

"Shu..." Ogihara Saki responded with a gentle smile, "So am I."

……

……

In mid-December, Fujii Itsuki had his first winter break.

Apart from going to the convenience store to look after the store every day, he goes out on a date with Ogihara Saki, or teases the little female devil Shimizu Ai at home.

Life is quite leisurely.

As for Arina Matsumoto who is far away in Akasaka, Minato Ward, her life has no holidays and it's all work.

However, the hard work was not in vain.

The originally lifeless Matsumoto Entertainment Agency finally saw some improvement under her leadership. After being vigorously nurtured by the agency, the artist Kaneda Teru did not disappoint the agency's expectations.

In less than two weeks, the company has received a lot of new business orders and advertisements.

until……

"boom--"

In the winter morning, the morning light is bright.

In the president's office on the twelfth floor of Matsumoto Entertainment Building, various documents were scattered all over the floor, and Matsumoto Arina slammed the solid wooden desk hard.

"Asami, what did you say?"

"President...President..." Asami Uesugi adjusted her rimless glasses, holding a folder in her arms, and lowered her head, not daring to look into Matsumoto Arina's eyes.