Tokyo: The Beginning of the Gauze Female Devil

Chapter 88 A small gesture is not a respect

After leaving Fujii's house, Fujii Itsuki walked along the streets of Minami-Senju and stopped by a supermarket and a jewelry store to prepare some gifts to be given later.

According to the customs here in Japan, it is best to bring a gift when visiting someone. It does not need to be very precious, usually just snacks and fruits, as a token of your appreciation.

Although Minami-Senju, where the Fujii residence is located, and Kita-Senju, where the Ogiwara residence is located, belong to Arakawa Ward and Adachi Ward respectively, the two places are not far apart, separated only by the Sumida River.

It takes about ten minutes to walk from Fujii's house to the destination, Ogiwara's house.

……

On the other side, at the Ogiwara residence.

"call--"

In Ayako Ogiwara's bedroom, the windows were wide open, the morning breeze was blowing, and the sound of the hair dryer covered up the faint sound of the wind.

After taking a shower and blowing dry her hair, Ayako Ogiwara skillfully tied a single ponytail with a hair tie. Then she took out her makeup box, looked in the mirror to cover the dark circles under her eyes, and put on a fresh and simple light makeup.

She was wearing a loose, pure white oversized T-shirt and light blue ripped denim shorts that half covered her lower body, revealing only a pair of round, straight white thighs.

Her loose and tight dressing style not only makes her look younger, but also adds a touch of ladylike feeling to her.

Just by changing her makeup and clothes, Ayako Ogiwara transformed from a charming bar manager into a gentle and generous aunt next door.

She carefully studied Fujii Itsuki's XP and thought that since he fell in love with Saki, it meant that he was obviously more attracted to gentle and beautiful women.

This guy is soft-hearted and does not respond to tough tactics. His previous persona of a strong yet cold bar manager is totally unworkable.

"I can't stop charming you!"

She trimmed her eyebrows in front of the mirror to make her makeup softer, and a hint of confidence flashed in Ayako Ogiwara's beautiful eyes.

She stuffed her makeup box into the drawer and picked up her dirty clothes and stuffed them into the washing machine on the balcony.

After finishing all this with quick movements, Ogiwara Ayako walked into the kitchen, took out the ribs she had just bought the day before from the refrigerator to thaw them, and cut some kelp and put it in the pot to cook.

While the pork rib soup was simmering over low heat in the kitchen, she seemed unable to sit still, so she wet the mop with tap water and carefully cleaned the living room of her house.

"Ding dong."

Suddenly, the doorbell rang from the direction of the front door. Ayako Ogiwara seemed to have been expecting this for a long time, and a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Coming, please wait a moment." She put down the mop and shouted softly in the direction of the sound.

Outside the Ogiwara residence, just one door away, Fujii Itsuki was standing at the door, waiting quietly with a bag of desserts just baked in the oven in her hand.

"Click."

Less than half a minute later, the door opened, revealing a woman's delicate face with light makeup.

She has a delicate face and beautiful eyebrows, and is lightly made up.

The flowing and fashionable big wavy hair was tied into a gentle high ponytail, and the spring-like eyes were as clear as the clouds and rain, and she changed from charming and graceful to virtuous and kind.

Fujii Itsuki was slightly dazed when he saw this, then politely handed over the dessert in his hand.

"Excuse me, Aunt Ayako."

"A little care is not disrespectful."

"Thank you for your money." Ogiwara Ayako smiled beautifully and her voice became much gentler.

"Please come in, Fujii-san."

She took out a pair of women's slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed them on the floor.

Fujii Itsuki didn't know whether it was Ogiwara Ayako's or Ogiwara Saki's, but he didn't mind. After putting on his slippers, he followed Ogiwara Ayako into the living room of the Ogiwara house.

Although the two had their own thoughts, they put in enough effort on the surface and tacitly did not mention what happened in the manager's office.

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ps, I'm in the black room again, I'm working hard

Chapter 89 Please enter the urn

"Please take a seat, Fujii-san."

Leading Fujii Itsuki to the sofa, Ogihara Ayako brought a transparent coffee pot from the kitchen.

"Gululu——"

Hot water rushed into the paper cup containing coffee powder, the powder slowly expanded, bubbles gurgled, and the living room was filled with the rich aroma of coffee.

Ayako Ogiwara's loose and smooth ponytail wrapped around her fair neck and lazily rested on her chest.

She turned to Fujii Itsuki and smiled warmly: "Fujii-san, would you like some milk and sugar?"

"No need to bother." Fujii Itsuki politely declined and blew on the hot paper cup.

"Aunt Ayako, where is Ogiwara?" he asked Ayako Ogiwara knowingly.

"Why didn't she come out?"

"Ah, Saki is still sleeping in the room." Hearing what Fujii Itsuki said, a hint of panic flashed in Ogiwara Ayako's eyes, but she concealed it well.

"Really? Then I'll go wake her up." Putting down the coffee, Fujii Itsuki curled the corners of his mouth in his heart and pretended to stand up.

"Don't……"

Sure enough, the moment he stood up, Ogiwara Ayako stretched out her hand to stop him as if she had lost her composure.

"Just let Saki continue to sleep."

Ogihara Ayako forced a smile and said emotionally, "The child was crying and making a fuss last night, saying that he wanted to run away from home to find you, and he didn't fall asleep until four or five in the morning."

Lies may not necessarily fool people, but half-truths are the easiest to deceive people.

I believe that anyone who hears this would be embarrassed to disturb her in the room. After all, Ogihara Saki couldn't sleep because of me.

"So that's how it is." Upon hearing this, Fujii Itsuki showed an expression of "I see."

Seeing him sitting back on the sofa, Ogiwara Ayako finally felt relieved.

"I was almost exposed!"

"We have to speed up and get on the right track!"

She thought anxiously in her mind.

"Sorry, Fujii-san, I have to excuse myself for a moment."

Ayako Ogiwara gave a gentle and pleasant smile and pointed to the bucket and mop on the living room floor.

"Since we haven't had guests for a while, please allow me to clean up the house first."

"Aunt Ayako, please do as you please and don't worry about me." Fujii Itsuki nodded slightly to show his understanding.

"Rustle—"

She reached her fair and slender hands into the plastic bucket, fished out the water-soaked rag, and wrung it dry with both hands. Then, Ayako Ogiwara stepped across the floor with her bare feet painted with pink nail polish, knelt down with her back to Fujii Itsuki, and carefully wiped the dust off the ground with the rag.

Unlike her diligent and capable appearance, secretly, her heart is entirely devoted to the young man behind her.

"You want this, huh?"

Looking at the plump outline of Ayako Ogiwara under her loose T-shirt, her mature figure, her dangerous hairstyle, her swaying figure with every move, and even her skillful movements in doing housework are so touching.

However, Fujii Itsuki only glanced a few times before looking away.

Who was the last person who pretended to be a gentle aunt next door to him?

It must be Yuriko Matsumoto.

Aunt Ayako's style is obviously out of date.

Taking out his cell phone from his pocket, Fujii Itsuki crossed his legs, and without paying any further attention to Ogiwara Ayako, he lowered his head and started watching short videos.

"strangeness……"

After kneeling on the floor and swaying for a long time, Fujii Itsuki still did not make any inappropriate moves, and did not even say a word. Ogiwara Ayako could not help but frown.

She tilted her head slightly and glanced at Fujii Itsuki's face out of the corner of her eye.

"Wasn't this little rascal quite assertive and proactive in the manager's office?"

"Why are you so quiet all of a sudden?"

Full of doubts, Ayako Ogiwara stood up and picked up the mop leaning against the wall.

"Fujii-san, please lift your legs."

She dragged herself from the other end of the living room to the sofa and probed further.

Before Fujii Itsuki could make any move, she squatted down with a rag, and while wiping the floor, she pretended to touch Fujii Itsuki's ankle with her slender hand casually.

But Fujii Itsuki merely raised his eyelids and continued to look at his phone like an old monk in meditation.

"What the hell!"

"Why is this kid so stubborn?!"

Ayako Ogiwara, who was squatting under the sofa, frowned.

"Are you worried about Saki being at home?"

When her first plan failed, she came up with another one. She slowly relaxed her brows, stood up and smiled apologetically.

"Ah, Fujii-san, please sit a little closer..."

"I'll take the pillow behind you and clean it."

One of her white, tender and round thighs was resting on the sofa between Fujii Itsuki's knees, and half of her body weight was almost pressing on Fujii Itsuki.

While applying facial cleanser to the other person, two pink arms passed through Fujii Itsuki's armpits and reached out to the pillow behind him.

Feeling the softness of Ayako Ogiwara's delicate body and the alluring scent of a mature woman constantly drilling into his nose, Fujii Itsuki subconsciously recalled what happened in the manager's office.

Just when he frowned and was about to urge Ogiwara Ayako to get up quickly, the other party opened her red lips and whispered sweetly in his ear.

"Saki is still sleeping." Ayako Ogiwara put her lips close to Fujii Itsuki's ear, and the warm breath she exhaled gently blew across his cheek.

Hearing these almost explicit words, Fujii Itsuki was stunned for a moment, then he curled the corners of his mouth and continued to act out the story of Ogiwara Ayako.

"Click."

As if two gears of different sizes were embedded together, Fujii Itsuki held Ogiwara Ayako's slender hand, interlocked their fingers, and pushed her hard onto the sofa.

Being treated roughly by the boy again, Ogiwara Ayako was no longer as flustered as she was last night. Instead, there was a hint of excitement in her eyes that was hard to conceal.

"Right, that is it!"

"You brat, your true colors are finally revealed!"

However, just when she was overjoyed and wanted to call Ogihara Saki to come out and watch the show, the boy in front of her put away his smile and said in an extremely calm voice: "Aunt Ayako, you are waiting for Ogihara."

"Uh--"

Just like a rooster crowing at dawn but suddenly being strangled by the neck, Ayako Ogiwara's voice was suddenly stuck in her throat.

Her mouth was slightly open, and she looked at Fujii Itsuki with astonishment as if she was restrained by time.

"I have to admit, Aunt Ayako has a lot of tricks up her sleeve!"

Fujii Itsuki reached out and lifted the black hair around Ogiwara Ayako's ear, as if he was admiring a classical European oil painting of a beauty.

"We were having a good conversation last night, but when I went to the bathroom, Auntie came and cut off my firewood."

"When I was in the manager's office, I even resorted to stealing and replacing things."

"Now what is this?"

Fujii Itsuki lifted Ogiwara Ayako's snow-white chin jokingly and met her eyes.

"Thirty-six Stratagems: Walking into a Trap?"

"Fujii-san, what are you talking about..." Ogiwara Ayako held up her pretty face, not at all embarrassed about having her plan discovered, and pretended to be nothing happened and put on an innocent smile.

"Congratulations on passing the test!"

"Saki, come out quickly, Fujii-san has passed my test!"