Tokyo: The Beginning of the Gauze Female Devil

Looking at her daughter who suddenly came home, Yuriko Matsumoto, who was sitting on the European-style sofa, frowned slightly.

"...You don't have to worry about it."

"I just came back to get something."

The girl walked past Matsumoto Yuriko with a rebellious look on her face, and went straight to her room without any intention of continuing to explain.

The atmosphere in the living room fell silent.

It is obvious that the relationship between mother and daughter has become irreconcilable.

Chapter 46 Certificate of Surrender

The first thing Fujii Itsuki did when he got home was to take a shower in the bathroom.

Working so late with Yuuko Sakura, I was exhausted.

"call--"

The sound of the hair dryer echoed in the bedroom of several square meters.

Just as Fujii Itsuki was fiddling with her bangs with one hand and blowing her hair with the other, the bedroom door was pushed open by a petite figure.

Fujii Itsuki glanced in the direction of the sound.

"You came just in time. Help me apply the medicine."

"Just apply it one last time today, and it should be almost healed."

That petite figure was his adopted sister, Shimizu Ai.

"Oh well……"

Shimizu Ai, who had just walked into the room, immediately agreed happily, took the traumatic wine on the table, and stood behind Fujii Itsuki.

Since he had just finished taking a shower, Fujii Itsuki was only wearing a pair of casual shorts, and his upper body was completely naked.

“It’s definitely not swollen anymore…”

Looking at the back of Fujii Itsuki that was exposed without reservation in her sight, Shimizu Ai whispered to herself.

With the experience from last time, she was obviously much more familiar with the process. She used her pair of white, soft hands dipped in osmotic oil to rub the other person's wound.

Feeling the cool sensation on his back, Fujii Itsuki continued to blow his hair without changing his expression.

The only sound in the room was the noisy sound of the hair dryer.

Shimizu Ai had a stern face as she diligently helped Fujii Itsuki apply the bruise wine all over his back.

After doing all this, she blinked her clear big eyes and looked at the boy in front of her with boredom.

Slightly damp black hair, handsome and resolute face, neat and three-dimensional facial features, and firm eyes as if unwavering in spite of anything.

She also has obvious collarbones and fair skin, not much different from a girl.

"Onii-chan, you're quite handsome!"

Shimizu Ai muttered secretly in her heart.

"With such a handsome face, he can definitely debut as an idol."

"that is……"

"He looks like a pretty boy, not a tough guy who can fight ten people at once."

Where does Onii-chan get so much strength?

Shimizu Ai was puzzled and couldn't help showing a curious expression.

So she plucked up her courage, and put her hands around Fujii Itsuki's waist and touched his abdominal muscles.

"It feels good..."

"It's a little harder than I thought!"

After succeeding, Shimizu Ai's eyes lit up slightly.

"What are you doing?"

Fujii Itsuki frowned and looked down at the "dirty hand" on his waist from someone.

"Ah, sorry!"

Shimizu Ai immediately pulled her hand back like a frightened little rabbit.

Before withdrawing his hand, he even pinched it instinctively.

This clean and decisive movement seemed more like that of a kendo master than Fujii Itsuki.

"My hand slipped, sorry!"

"You are so ignorant..."

She curved her eyebrows and forced a sunny and slightly apologetic smile, while gently patting her own dishonest hands as if she was teaching a child a lesson.

"……ill."

After glancing at the female ghost who was possessed by the spirit of drama, Fujii Itsuki turned off the hair dryer.

However, before he could get angry, Shimizu Ai cleverly changed the subject and said, "Onii-chan, you smell so good."

"Did you put on perfume?"

"What brand?"

Shimizu Ai asked three questions in one second, and while speaking, she lay on Fujii Itsuki's neck and sniffed like a loyal hound.

"Are you done yet?"

Fujii Itsuki said this in a cold voice, and used his hands to push open Shimizu Ai's cute face that was almost pressed against his neck.

"I never wear perfume."

"If you don't believe it, just smell it yourself, Onii-chan..." Shimizu Ai still refused to give in.

Seeing the determined expression on her little face, Fujii Itsuki sniffed at her shoulder half-believingly.

A faint scent mixed with the fragrance of gardenias entered my nose. It felt familiar, as if I had smelled it recently, but it was not the smell of shampoo or shower gel.

Fujii Itsuki raised his brows in a strange manner.

Isn't this the smell of Yuko Sakura?

“…Speechless.”

I took a shower too hastily just now and didn't wash away the smell.

But this should not be the smell of perfume, it is more like the smell of Sakura Yuko's body. Maybe it can be called... body odor?

“It really smells good, doesn’t it?”

"Does Onii-chan have a girlfriend?"

Seeing Fujii Itsuki frowning in thought, Shimizu Ai raised the corners of her mouth excitedly.

"……none of your business!"

Rolling his eyes at the little devil who was pushing his luck, Fujii Itsuki crossed his legs and said calmly, "Don't just talk about me, what about you?"

"I asked you to pledge your loyalty, but you haven't done anything yet, have you?"

"Of course there is!"

"I put a lot of effort into getting something that is very important to Mom and that Onii-chan really needs!"

Unexpectedly, Shimizu Ai's childish face was filled with pride.

“Are you scared, Onii-chan?”

"Ai is not here to eat for nothing!"

She said this, left the room, and swiftly brought back a small yellow wooden box.

"what is this?"

"It's a seal, mom's spare seal!"

As she spoke, Shimizu Ai opened the box, revealing an exquisitely crafted seal and matching red ink pad.

In a country like Japan where personal information is highly valued, seals have not only not been eliminated, but have been promoted and developed, with almost everyone having one.

In addition to authenticating identity, seals are also required for signing contracts, handling banking transactions, and collecting social insurance.

Simply put, with this seal, Fujii Itsuki can go through the rental procedures in the name of Momonogi Eiko, or rent out his own house without any problem.

Whether it is to Momonogi Eiko or Fujii Itsuki.

This spare seal is undoubtedly a very important thing.

Taking the seal from Shimizu Ai's hand, Fujii Itsuki played with it carefully for a while.

It is cool to the touch and hard in material. The tail of the seal appears to be made of jade, but is more likely to be marble.

"Nice stuff, thank you for your hard work this time."

For the first time in his life, he praised the female ghost Shimizu Ai.

"Of course, this is what Ai stole from her mother through persistent efforts... er, took..."

"It's a spare anyway. Even if mom finds it missing, she'll probably just think it was forgotten somewhere."

Shimizu Ai put her hands on her waist with a proud look on her pretty face.

Chapter 47 The Shameful Secret

"Boom."

"Don't be too proud!"

Seeing her smug look, Fujii Itsuki reached out and touched her snow-white forehead.

"But you did a good job."

"Apart from the seal, is there anything else?"

"Hmm..." Hearing Fujii Itsuki's voice, Shimizu Ai pondered for a while.

"There is a secret about my mother."

"Oh, a secret?"

Fujii Itsuki immediately raised his head with interest.

Sensing his burning gaze, Shimizu Ai quickly turned her head away to avoid looking at him.

“Should I tell Onii-chan…?”

“How embarrassing!”

She seemed to recall some strange scenes. Her head heated up and her face turned red, as if a boiling teapot was buzzing. Her pretty face was unconsciously stained with an intoxicating blush.

"……baffling."

Noticing the change in Shimizu Ai's expression, Fujii Itsuki curled his lips, but his curiosity was successfully aroused by the other party.

"You're blushing like a bubble teapot, hurry up and tell me!"

"It's just...um..."

However, Shimizu Ai continued to hesitate and pause after each sentence, as if an old tape had gotten stuck.

Her eyes looked unnatural, and she stammered, "It was one night last month, when I got up to go to the bathroom, I saw that my mother's bedroom door was not closed tightly, so I... I leaned over to take a look..."

"and then?"

"And then I saw ..."

"what did you see?"

As if she felt that the next words were too difficult to say, Shimizu Ai blushed and refused to continue speaking.

"Shimizu Ai!"

"If you don't want your butt to be so painful that you can't sleep, you'd better confess the truth!"