Tokyo: The Beginning of the Gauze Female Devil

"Remember to call me in advance next time." Fujii Itsuki glanced at her and walked towards the dining table.

"I can pick you up at your house."

"That would be too much trouble for Fujii-kun..."

"It's fine."

Taking two hard-boiled eggs and a piece of toast from the table, Fujii Itsuki turned his head to look at Ogihara Saki.

"Come on, let's go to my room."

Watching the two of them pass by and go into the bedroom together, Shimizu Ai breathed a sigh of relief, and the heavy stone in her heart finally fell.

It seems that Onii-chan didn't hear the bad words she just said.

Otherwise, people would think that she is just itching for trouble again, and will tear off the roof if she is not punished for three days.

While secretly rejoicing, Shimizu Ai looked up at the closed door in front of her, and suddenly felt a little more curious.

It seems like Onii-chan is not doing a good thing when she calls a beautiful sister to her room early in the morning.

"Do you want to eavesdrop on what they are doing?"

As soon as the evil thoughts arose in her heart, they were forcibly suppressed by Shimizu Ai.

"Forget it."

The sense of oppression that Fujii Itsuki brought to her was too strong. If he was caught again, she couldn't even imagine the consequences.

……

inside the room.

Ogihara Saki carried a canvas bag and stood beside Fujii Itsuki with dignity.

Although this was her second time entering the other person's bedroom, she had hurriedly brought the injured Fujii Itsuki in last time and didn't have time to take a look.

"Ogihara, please find a place to sit and wait for me."

Holding a piece of toast in his mouth, Fujii Itsuki went downstairs and moved a chair.

While he was away, Ogihara Saki turned around and glanced at the furnishings in the room.

On the standard single bed, a corner of the sky blue quilt was lifted up. On the side was a pure white wardrobe more than two meters high. The wardrobe was not filled with clothes and the door was open.

Opposite the wardrobe is a desk with various books neatly stacked on it and an old computer next to it.

Overall, although the layout is a bit simple, it is clean and tidy.

There were no tissues on the bedside table, and there was no strange smell in the air.

"What are you doing?"

Fujii Itsuki hooked one arm on the chair and held a drink from the refrigerator with the other arm, and walked slowly in from outside the door.

"Ah, I'm sorry..."

As if frightened by the sudden sound he made, Ogihara Saki stood at the head of the bed and put down the quilt she had folded.

"Well, I noticed the bed was a bit messy, so I took the time to tidy it up."

"Don't bother. I didn't ask you to come here to be a housekeeper."

Fujii Itsuki smiled helplessly, put down the chair in his hand, and stuffed the fruit drink into Ogihara Saki's hand.

He suddenly showed a strange expression and looked straight at Ogihara Saki.

"Ogiwara, are you playing a role?"

"Eh? Wha...what role?"

"For example, Yamato Nadeshiko, Snail Girl, etc. Otherwise, why would they help me clean up as soon as they enter my house?"

“No…No!”

Hearing Fujii Itsuki's teasing voice, Ogihara Saki's pretty face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Yamato Nadeshiko" is a compliment to outstanding women in Japanese culture, referring to women who are gentle, steady, and well-mannered.

In short, she is a good wife and mother.

"There's none?"

"That's such a shame."

Fujii Itsuki said in a calm tone, then raised the corners of his mouth.

"As the saying goes, you should marry a virtuous woman. I actually like girls who are both pretty and virtuous."

Upon hearing this, Ogihara Saki was stunned for a moment, with one sentence playing over and over again in her mind: Fujii-kun likes pretty and virtuous girls!

"That……"

"I think I can barely meet the requirement, right?"

Before she could compare the numbers in her mind for a few seconds, the doorbell rang again downstairs.

"Ding dong!"

Along with the sound of the door opening, Shimizu Ai's voice also came up.

"Onii-chan, there's a delivery for you!"

Chapter 61 27

"Click."

After writing his name behind the signatory, Fujii Itsuki took the package from the courier and gently closed the door.

"I didn't expect Manager Matsumoto to be so efficient. He sent someone to deliver the goods early in the morning."

Standing at the entrance, Fujii Itsuki flipped through the package, but before he was about to open it, Shimizu Ai beside him came over with a cute face and curious eyes, like a hound that smelled a bone.

"Onii-chan, what did you buy?"

Shimizu Ai asked, blinking her big eyes.

Looking at the exquisite packaging, it seems to be very expensive.

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

Fujii Itsuki pushed away Shimizu Ai's face that was leaning towards him in annoyance, and sat on the sofa in the living room with the package.

"cut--"

Shimizu Ai secretly groaned in her heart.

"If you don't want to tell me, then don't tell me!"

"Stingy!"

"Onii-chan's monthly allowance is even less than mine, and her salary isn't high either, so what good things can she buy?"

"Did you buy it with the 100 million yen compensation?"

She comforted herself in her heart like an Ah Q, but when she saw Fujii Itsuki opening the package with scissors in his hand, she still honestly moved over.

After opening the anti-collision bag on the outside, what comes into view is a square gift box.

The gold-plated logo on it reminded Shimizu Ai vaguely of something. She seemed to have seen it in a luxury store when she was shopping with her mother in a mall before.

It was not until Fujii Itsuki opened the gift box that the true appearance of the contents was revealed.

It is a belt made of crocodile leather and looks very valuable.

The surface of the belt is engraved with beautiful patterns, and the buckle in the middle is two stacked golden letters "G".

Judging from the brand, it should be Gucci, which specializes in luxury goods.

As for the price...

Shimizu Ai secretly glanced at the price tag in the gift box.

"270000 yen!"

She felt like her breathing was about to stop, so she quickly turned her head away.

"Oh... Onii-chan..." Shimizu Ai stuttered.

“Did you win the lottery?”

"Not really, I just got a promotion." Fujii Itsuki played with the cool crocodile leather belt for a while and was not surprised by its expensive price.

For the wealthy woman Yuriko Matsumoto, 27 yen is just a drop in the bucket, and may not even be enough for her to have a meal out.

"Got a promotion? That means a big salary increase!"

Shimizu Ai couldn't help but reveal a curious expression.

"Not much, just a dozen times." Fujii Itsuki said lightly.

"Ten... ten times?!"

Shimizu Ai opened her mouth slightly and took a breath of cold air.

Isn't that much more than what her mother Momonogi Eiko earns?

She was an excellent student in school, so she naturally knew that controlling economic power was equivalent to controlling the lifeblood of a family.

So, who has the final say in the Fujii family now?

"Not bad, it works pretty well."

Without paying attention to Shimizu Ai who was in shock, Fujii Itsuki showed a satisfied look on his face and rolled up the belt in the middle.

"Conveniently?!" Shimizu Ai tilted her head slightly.

"Why do you use the word 'handy' to describe a belt?"

She was just wondering when Fujii Itsuki in front of her gave her the answer in an instant.

Fujii Itsuki held one end of the belt and used the other end to lift up Shimizu Ai's snow-white chin, making her look at him.

"Ai Yi, when I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom just now, I seemed to hear someone downstairs making up stories about me?"

"Ah, how could that be?" Shimizu Ai's delicate body shuddered suddenly, and then she forced out a bright smile.

“It’s over!”

"He heard it!"

"It's better not to, otherwise I don't mind using these 27 yen to teach you a profound lesson!"

Fujii Itsuki glanced at Shimizu Ai lightly, his eyes moving from her pretty face, across her fair neck, all the way to her slightly raised buttocks behind her.

"Onii-chan, you heard it wrong!" Shimizu Ai's soft, white hands climbed up Fujii Itsuki's palms and gently pressed the belt down. She was afraid that she would become a tied-up hairy crab in the seafood section of the supermarket in the next second.

"Hehe..." She giggled twice, pretending to be stupid, trying to get away with it.

"Snapped--!"

However, Fujii Itsuki would not be fooled by this disguised female ghost. He swung his belt and hit the point where her thighs met the sofa as a warning.

"Ouch!"

Shimizu Ai rubbed the place where she was hit in pain and pouted in grievance.

"……idiot!"

After thinking for a few seconds, Fujii Itsuki uttered these words, then packed up the gift box and went upstairs.

In the bedroom, hearing the sound coming from the stairs, Ogihara Saki subconsciously looked towards the door.

Just at this moment, Shimizu Rin, who lived next door, pushed the door open and walked out.

After taking a scrutinizing look at Ogihara Saki from across the corridor, Shimizu Rin turned around and walked into the bathroom with an expressionless face.

Different from Shimizu Rin's indifference, Ogihara Saki is like the fuel at the tail of a rocket, with a bit more urgency before launch.

"What a beautiful girl..."

"Is he a relative of Fujii-kun?"

Shimizu Rin is 1.7 meters tall, with sophisticated facial features and a cool temperament. She looks like a beautiful girl with long black straight hair who just walked out of a comic book.

Looking at herself, she was short, wore glasses, and looked shabby. She felt ashamed standing in front of Shimizu Rin.