Tokyo: Love Begins with Controlling the Rich Girl

Fortunately, the video footage was also completely black.

I can't see anything.

Just as Shimada Sho breathed a sigh of relief, a sound suddenly came from his phone.

"Um...Sir..."

A barely audible call rang out without warning.

Shimada Sho turned up his voice.

Tenkai Chizuru didn't say anything more.

But he heard something else.

It was a somewhat heavy breathing sound.

It was oppressive, urgent, and accompanied by other enchanting sounds.

Shimada Sho felt a chill run down his spine.

Although the screen was completely black and nothing could be seen, the changing light and shadows still revealed that the hand holding the phone was not steady.

It seems to be shaking incessantly with certain movements.

Before I could see any other details, sound came from the video again.

"I'm sorry... I... I really... couldn't hold back anymore..."

The voice was intermittent, as if it was being recorded while someone was doing something, and by the end it was choked with sobs.

Shimada Sho: "..."

He turned off the video without expression and then clicked on the picture again.

I thought the picture would be better.

The result is equally thought-provoking.

The background of the photo is not in the prop room, but in the hotel room, on a bed that Shimada Sho is very familiar with.

The warm yellow bedside lamp was on, casting an ambiguous light on the white sheets.

Tenkai Chizuru lay on the bed, the blanket pulled up to her collarbone, her bare shoulders and arms exposed, without any clothing covering them.

Her hair was scattered messily on the pillow, her face still flushed, her lips slightly swollen, and her eyes were wet, as if she had just been crying.

"This is……"

Shimada Sho realized it was taken after the incident that day.

He stared at the photo for a long time, then finally closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

"What kind of nonsense is this?!"

He really didn't want to.

Neither condoning her increasingly outrageous behavior nor tacitly allowing her to continue like this is what he wants.

But there was nothing we could do; the task was there.

Chizuru Amami's current state is extremely worrying.

If we don't let her do these things, who knows what problems might arise.

"never mind."

The most urgent task right now is to resolve the troubles the young idol is facing.

We can't let her be affected by this kind of thing in the important matches that will be important in the future.

Shimada Sho picked up his phone, thought for a moment, and typed in a voice message: "It's okay, just focus on the game."

With the idol in this state, nothing you say will be appropriate.

He could only reassure her in the gentlest tone that she didn't need to worry.

That should be fine.

But to everyone's surprise, less than two seconds after the message was sent, a voice request popped up on the phone.

Shimada Sho looked at the cute rabbit avatar on the screen, hesitated for a moment, and then chose to answer.

"Hey?"

He thought his idol might be worried and want to confirm by phone, so he deliberately lowered his voice.

But when he made a sound, there was no response for a long time.

"Chizuru?" Shimada Sho asked again.

There's sound now, but it sounds somewhat like the one in the video we just watched.

The heavy breathing, accompanied by rustling noises, was very rhythmic.

Shimada Sho: "..."

He raised his hand to hang up the phone.

"Shop assistant..."

Suddenly, Tenkai Chizuru spoke.

His voice was loud and clear, and he seemed very excited.

Shimada Sho's finger had already moved to the hang-up button.

"Please don't hang it up, sir, please..."

Her voice was trembling with tears, and Shimada Sho couldn't imagine her expression right now.

However, he remembered the "Undergoing Collapse" label on the character panel.

There was also the discomfort the idol felt when she logged in, and her fearful questions.

Forget it.

Just pretend you didn't hear it.

He stopped talking and just held his phone, waiting quietly without uttering a word.

The breathing in the receiver grew heavier and more rapid, occasionally interspersed with a few soft hums that were about to escape but were tightly suppressed.

After about ten minutes, her breathing gradually calmed down.

“…Shop assistant.”

Chizuru Amami's voice came through the receiver, hoarse and satisfied, with a rising tone, as if she were pouting: "Thank you."

"……Um."

"Then I'll hang up now? It's time to go on stage."

"Ah."

beep--

The call ended.

Shimada Sho threw his phone aside and slapped his face hard.

This girl is getting bolder and bolder.

Hopefully, this tacit approval will be helpful to her.

After pondering this for a while, Shimada Sho picked up his phone and searched for and downloaded a video app called "ABEMA".

The music variety show that Chizuru Amami participated in was broadcast live on this platform.

After downloading, registering, and logging in, you don't even need to search; there's a pop-up recommendation on the homepage.

Click on it, and the program is being broadcast live.

The stage lights were dazzling. An artist had just finished performing, interacted with the mentor, and bowed before leaving the stage.

After the host announced the contestant's name, another contestant came up.

It was Chizuru Amami, dressed in a gorgeous crimson performance outfit.

With a composed smile and bright eyes, she entered the stage from the side, lifting the hem of her skirt.

She walked lightly to the center of the stage and raised her hand to greet the audience.

Good evening, everyone!

The voice was clear and full of energy, almost like a completely different person from the one I had just heard through the receiver.

The screen was flooded with comments:

【Chizuru-chan is super cute tonight too!!!】

[Go for it, Chizuru-chan!!]

[As expected, Chizuru-chan was the most dazzling contestant tonight.]

[Truly the pinnacle of the idol industry]

【Lady Chizuru!! Look at me!!!】

Looking at the radiant girl on the screen, Shimada Sho recalled the suppressed gasps he had heard through the receiver earlier.

The contrast is too great.

It was so large that it made one feel somewhat disoriented.

The person on stage radiates brilliance and is admired and loved by countless people.

But in private...

"..."

Shimada Sho put down his phone, leaned against the headboard, closed his eyes, and listened to music quietly.

I just hope this round of missions will end soon.

Young idols are more dazzling on stage.

……

The following day was Saturday.

Shimada Sho slept until after 10 a.m.

If it weren't for his phone vibrating, he felt he could have slept for a few more hours.

I groggily reached for my phone, squinted at the screen, and saw a message from Yuki Ayase.

When I clicked on it, it was another selfie.

She was wearing a light pink floral dress with a matching thin belt around her waist, white low-heeled sandals, and carrying a small beige crossbody bag.

The background is a street scene, with sunlight streaming down from behind her, bathing her in a soft glow.

Her hair seemed to have been styled specially, tied into a low ponytail at the back of her head, with a few wisps of hair falling on both sides of her face, making her look gentle and refined.

She tilted her head slightly towards the camera, a faint smile on her lips, her eyes sparkling.

[Is "翔" wings?]

[Xiang is Wings: Xiang-kun, can you come out now?]

Shimada Sho glanced at the time—9:32 AM.

"...Isn't this too early?"

He stayed up very late last night because of the Tianhai Chizuru incident, and originally wanted to sleep in a little longer today.

However, I did promise to spend a day with her.

When we went to the clinic yesterday, she was afraid he would forget, so she reminded him again.

Shimada Sho sent a message to the store manager to ask for leave before going to bed last night.

I just didn't expect her to be in such a hurry, calling people out so early in the morning.

Shimada Sho rubbed his eyes and typed a reply:

"It'll be over in a bit."