Is there Kamen Rider 01 in Date Away?

"The final appraisal? What exactly is it?"

"I just saw a pile of dog shit on the side of the road. It looked like it was hot. I used a branch to dip some of it and poked this guy twice."

"Wait! Don't do this kind of thing--!"

Before Shiori could finish his complaints, the gray-haired girl jumped up as if the ground had become a branding iron. Her reaction was so great that Shiori was shocked.

"Oh, I knew it." Seeing the other party's true colors revealed, Zhen Lian proudly turned the branch in his hand several times.

"Boy, you are really not romantic at all." The gray-haired girl curled her lips and sat cross-legged on the ground without any disdain. "Isn't this kind of plot of picking up a beautiful girl on the street the beginning of many Galgames? Shouldn't a normal male high school student quickly take the girl home and take good care of her? Don't you play Galgames?"

"And then an R18 plot happened, right? Galgame is Galgame, reality is reality. Your actions only make me suspect that you are a honey trap. There are no beautiful girls in reality, only big men and critical illness notices from the anorectal department." Zhenlian retorted unhappily. After all, the other party's mention of the word "Galgame" really reminded him of some not-so-good memories, such as being watched by the physics teacher, female classmates, and female classmates' sisters while playing crappy dating games.

"Compared to this, are you okay? Why did you fall on the side of the road? Do you need us to take you to the hospital?" Instead of Manren bickering with the gray-haired girl, Shiori squatted down with concern and asked about the gray-haired girl's physical condition.

"It's okay, I'm just hungry. I was starving when I went to the convenience store to buy a bento." The gray-haired girl waved her hand, seeming to be very casual. Then she pointed in a direction and put her hands together and begged, "Can you please take me to the apartment over there? I'm so hungry that I can't walk anymore."

"Um...Mane-kun, can I trouble you for a moment? I will compensate you later." Shiori clasped his hands together and asked Mayane.

"I see."

After Shinren simply agreed, he dropped the branch and walked over to the gray-haired girl. The gray-haired girl looked at Shinren curiously: "Wow, Shinren-kun, you're so tall, and your shoulders are so broad. Can I give you a princess hug? I haven't experienced a princess hug yet!"

After saying that, the gray-haired girl spread her arms and made a "want a hug" gesture.

"Sorry, this gigolo doesn't provide princess-carrying service. Also, is it okay for you to call him Zhenlian-kun?"

Zhenlian was not too surprised to hear the other party calling her name. After all, she had already started listening to his conversation with Shiori when she was COSing the carpet on the ground.

Zhenlian did not follow Erya's instructions, and did not even choose to carry her on her back. Instead, she carried her on her shoulders as if she were carrying cargo.

"Hey hey hey! I was really looking forward to being carried like a princess, girly energy -1!" The gray-haired girl twisted restlessly on Zhenlian's shoulder, "But compared to a princess hug, you can easily touch my butt this way. As expected, I'm more confident about my butt than my breasts!"

"I don't know whether it is convenient for me to attack your buttocks, but I know that as soon as I let go, you will definitely fall on your face." After saying that, Zhenlian let out a somewhat scary laugh.

"Eh, eh, eh! How heartless! Pity your treasure!"

"Lianbao... your talent for naming is comparable to Shizhi's."

"You don't like it? How about Mamako?"

"You should just call me Lianbao."

A few minutes later

Carrying the girl who fainted from hunger on the street, Manren and Shiori arrived at the door of a high-end apartment.

"Is this really the place?" Shiori looked at the apartment in disbelief. It was really beyond his expectation that a girl who was almost starving to death lived in such a high-end apartment.

"That's right. Does Xiaozhizhi think that I should live in a shabby cheap apartment and stay with a sloppy uncle who drinks beer and plays marbles every day?"

"That...that's not what I meant."

Shiori, who accidentally spoke the truth, apologized hastily to avoid the other party thinking that Shiori was looking down on her. But rather than saying that she looked like a sloppy uncle as a neighbor, it would be better to say that she gave people the feeling of a sloppy uncle.

Fortunately, the gray-haired girl didn't care, but smiled cheerfully and said, "It's nothing. Isn't it very cute that the homeless girl is actually a rich girl? But as a boy, Lianbao should be able to understand this better. Are you touched by me, Lianbao?"

"Can you be more quiet? You're more talkative than me." Manren complained a little impatiently. Although so far this gray-haired girl has nothing excessive except being very familiar and talkative, her familiar personality and short gray hair really make it hard for Manren not to associate her with Hiroto Tenmachi and Westcott.

"No, unless they are asleep." The gray-haired girl answered Zhenlian's request very straightforwardly.

Arriving at the door of that high-end apartment building filled with the stench of capitalism, the three were stopped by a combination lock. The only one who knew the combination was the gray-haired girl on Zhenlian's shoulder who never stopped talking.

"My house is room 1801, the password is 1234."

"Wait! Is this our first meeting? It's dangerous to reveal this to strangers! And there are boys here!"

Seeing the gray-haired girl pouring out all her secrets nonchalantly, Shiori couldn't help but raise his voice a few degrees.

"Hey! Lianbao is the type who raids girls' rooms at night? Could it be that Xiao Zhizhi has been raided at night? Please tell me the details of that night! No less than 50,000 words!"

"No way!" Shiori's face immediately turned red when he heard the other party's dirty jokes.

"Ohh! Zhizhi's face is so red! What a beautiful view! Lucky!"

"Are you listening to me?!"

"Let's stop talking about the room door. I won't attack at night, and even if I really want to, this door lock can't stop me." Zhenlian stopped the two of them from discussing the topic. For other people, the door of this apartment is indeed difficult to break through, but for Zhenlian, this door lock is almost the same as not existing - he can use nano-metal locusts to destroy the internal structure of the electronic lock, or use the super-fast speed of shining locusts to use the exhaustive method to try out the correct password, or just use sublimation locusts to kick it open.

"Oh? Could it be that Lianbao is a fast thief? The kind who can open the door lock of a community with a dial-up fighter?"

Ignoring the girl chattering on his shoulder, Shiori entered the room number and password, and the door of the apartment opened.

They took the elevator to the gray-haired girl's doorstep and originally planned to drop her off at the doorstep, but she said that in her current condition, she would probably just lie down at the entrance. So the two of them could only help her to the end and send her off to the west.

"Give me the key card."

"It's in my butt pocket. Remember to be gentle when you take it out." The gray-haired girl was still smiling playfully, and even tried hard to lift her buttocks.

"Let me help get it."

"No, I'll do it."

When Shiori was about to help, Zhenlian refused. The gray-haired girl seemed very happy to see this: "Yeah! Lianbao is still very sensible! The beautiful girl has taken the initiative to give benefits. It's NG to avoid it."

However, Zhen Lian did not reach out to the girl's buttocks, but slowly leaned down. At this time, the girl on his shoulder realized that something was wrong: "Um... Lian Bao, what are you doing?"

"Open it for me!"

Zhen Lian slammed the gray-haired girl's butt into the scanning area of ​​the room door like a battering ram.

“Ugh—!”

Amid the girl's scream, there was a dripping sound from the door of the room, and then the door opened.

"It hurts! Lianbao, are you a sadist? I will cry, really cry for you to see!"

Looking at the tearful girl on Manre's shoulder, Shiori sighed helplessly - she seemed to be quite active, so maybe ignoring her before was not necessarily a bad choice.

Chapter 3: Otaku Cartoonist Niya

To describe the gray-haired girl's room in one word, it is "messy", two words is "very messy", three words is "extremely messy".

Clothes, underwear, and socks were scattered all over the floor; there were also bag after bag of filled black garbage bags, and even many empty lunch boxes and beer cans; the rest were comics, comics, and more comics, countless comics!

Especially the girl's bedroom, where almost all the space except the bed is occupied by comics. Looking at the comics next to the pillow, it is not difficult to see that it is only a matter of time before this big white bed is occupied by comics. It seems that the owner of the room's daily routine in the bedroom is to read comics after waking up and go straight to sleep after reading the comics.

"Oh my god, it looks like a shut-in or NEET's room." Zhenlian tiptoed carefully to find a foothold before carrying the gray-haired girl to the bed, then threw her onto the bed and said with some contempt.

"I am a bit of a shut-in, but I have a job! I'm not a NEET who just lives off my parents!" Seeing that Zhenlian had some misunderstandings about her, the gray-haired girl protested unhappily.

But she quickly recovered: "That's true, but since Lianbao is a boy, his room should be messier than mine, right? And he must have a lot of erotic games and pornographic books, right?"

"You really have redefined 'boys'. I'm sorry, but you and I are not the same. I even keep my pornographic books and erotic games away!"

Zhenlian used to live alone. Although his lifestyle was irregular, he still maintained good hygiene. He didn't want to become the same type as this sloppy girl.

"Manrei-kun, there's no need to emphasize this kind of thing..." After complaining about Manrei, Shiori noticed the table next to him and the things on it, "These are...Are you a cartoonist?"

This table is not an ordinary table, but an oversized work table. Unlike the messy room, the table is neatly laid out with manuscript paper, ink and various professional tools. From the professional atmosphere, it is not difficult for Shizhi to guess the girl's occupation.

Hearing what Shiori said, the girl admitted with a smile: "I am a professional cartoonist. I often forget to eat and sleep when I work. After working on the manuscript for several days, I wanted to go out to buy something to eat, but I was pulled to the ground by Newton~"

[I've heard that all cartoonists are perverts. Seeing is believing.]

After the girl added another stereotype to Shinrei's image of a "manga artist", Shinrei began to preach: "Work is not as important as your health."

"Manren-kun, you have no right to say that about her." Shiori exposed Manren. After all, this young man often stayed up late to work overtime to tinker with the key, and often used nutrient solution instead of food. If he was not a quasi-elf, he would have been sent to the infirmary for infusion long ago.

"Haha... then you don't mind if I take a look at your manuscript, right?" After being exposed, Zhenlian picked up the girl's manuscript somewhat embarrassedly, trying to change the subject, but was immediately stunned by the content.

"You...you are Honjo Souji?"

The contents on these manuscripts were exactly the next chapter of "Sliver Bullet" that Zhenlian had been thinking about. In addition, the other party claimed to be a professional, so Zhenlian shouted out the pen name in disbelief.

"Honjo Soji? Is he Honjo Soji, the author of "Sliver Bullet"? Isn't he a male cartoonist?" Shiori also ran over in surprise to check the original manuscript of the comic.

"Ah, so you two are my fans. That's an honor. Also, Honjo Souji is just a pen name. My name is Nia, Honjo Nia. Ori-chan, don't think I'm a man just because my pen name sounds masculine. By the way, the author of "Other Fake", Takagi-sensei, is also a woman."

The cartoonist girl who called herself Nia chuckled and seemed satisfied with the surprised expressions of Mana and Shiori.

"Wait, that's not right? I remember that "Sliver Bullet" was serialized in "Shonen Blast" when I was in elementary school. Could it be that you, Niya, are the second generation?" Shiori looked Niya up and down. The other party didn't look like she was in her forties. If she was really Honjo Souji, the only explanation would be that she was the second generation.

"I'm sorry. Honjo Souji has only been me from the beginning to the end. By the way, I've been a professional manga artist for ten years."

"If you're not lying...are you a painted skin monster?" Zhenlian approached and looked up and down at Erya's face, wanting to confirm whether the girl's young face was the result of technology and hard work.

"How rude! My cuteness is all natural and has no additives! If you don't believe me, Lianbao, you can check it out!" After saying that, Erya lay flat on the bed, posing in the shape of a "big" character.

Then the next second...

"Gu..."

Erya's stomach began to sing the empty city plan. It was as if some strange switch was turned on. Erya deflated like a leaking balloon. Speaking of which, Erya did collapse on the street because of hunger at first, and it seemed that Erya had not taken in any energy until now.

"Xiao Zhizhi, could you please make me something to eat? Otherwise, I feel like I'm going to turn into an eye spirit..."

Looking at Niya's weak and frivolous smile, Shiori sighed: "Okay, I'll borrow the ingredients in your kitchen and refrigerator for a while. You shouldn't mind, right, Niya?"

"How is that possible! How could I care about these things when I can eat Xiao Zhizhi's beloved wife's cooking!"

"This is not a wife's cooking!" Shiori replied and walked towards the kitchen.

"Your room looks like a tornado destroyed a parking lot. Let me help you tidy it up. Tell me what to put where and if there's anything that requires special attention." Zhenlian said as she started to clean up Erya's messy room.

"Just put the comic books of the same work together and it will be OK. Thank you very much, Lianbao."

Shizhi came to the kitchen and was surprised to find it very clean. However, the reason for the cleanliness was not because the owner of the room had been diligent in tidying it up, but because the owner of the room had never touched the kitchen at all, and the stove and everything were covered with dust.

After cleaning up the kitchen utensils and stove, Shiori opened the refrigerator to see if there were any edible ingredients, but it was full of beer and sake, with no other ingredients at all.

"So you're still an alcoholic..." Shizhi held his forehead helplessly. It seemed that now he could only choose from the ingredients he bought.

--split line--

Although Erya's room was a mess, Zhenlian tidied it up quickly. Although it was not very neat, it at least looked like a place where higher beings lived.

"Hey, Lianbao. Can you help me?"

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Erya turned over in bed and lay on it: "Can you give me a massage? After all, spinal disease and frozen shoulder are occupational diseases for cartoonists. Now my old illness has recurred. Please help me relieve the pain."

"This..." Zhenlian looked Erya up and down, a little hesitant - although he had worked in a bathhouse, his job was to scrub backs, not to do massage. Although he often watched massage masters work, it was difficult to ensure quality by copying them.

"Just press me randomly. As a reward, I can take off all my clothes and press you." Erya didn't seem to have any sense of being a girl, or maybe she had some deviation from the sense of being a girl, like an older man making a joke with a hint of sexual content.

"No, no." Hearing that Erya was going to take off her clothes, Zhenlian waved her hands hurriedly.

"Eh? Is Lianbao shy? Is Lianbao still a virgin? Then can I call you Virgin Lianbao from now on?" Seeing Zhenlian's hurried look, Erya laughed unscrupulously.

【Virgin... virgin...】

Hearing this, a vein popped up on Zhenlian's forehead, and then she showed a bright smile like a sunny boy: "No need to take off your clothes, I will give you a massage now."

"Really? Long live the virgin Lianbao!" Erya, who had not yet realized what Zhenlian's smile meant, cheered softly, unaware of the approaching danger.

[It should be similar to kneading noodles. 】

Zhenlian climbed onto Erya's bed, then slowly reached out her hand to Erya's back, opened her palm and pressed it on Erya's back, then slowly and regularly began to press.

"Oh~ There's no need to be so gentle when treating a virgin. In fact, I can accept a little roughness." Erya said with a smile, feeling a comfortable but slightly insufficient feeling on his back.

"I'm just waiting for your words."

After Zhenlian finished speaking, she grabbed Erya's hands, then stood up and stepped on Erya's waist. Her feet and hands exerted force together to form a standard philosophical hexagon!

“Ahhh! It’s going to break, it’s going to break! My arm is going to break like Guts in Berserk!”

"It's not a good habit to draw comics while bending over, Mr. Honjo Souji!" However, Shinren ignored Niya's screams, and instead stepped hard along her slightly bent spine, one section at a time, back to its original position.

"If you keep going on like this, my breasts will turn into files!" Erya broke free from Zhenlian's restraints and tried to escape, but was still held down by Zhenlian.

Zhenlian's hands were beating Erya's back like two huge bells. Along with Erya's screams, the bed made a creaking sound due to the intense movement.

"Lianbao, be gentle! I'm going to die! Really!"

[What are Manre-kun and Niya doing? It shouldn't be what I thought, right? ]

Shiori, who was in the kitchen, heard the creaking of the bed and Erya's pleading for mercy from the bedroom, and his face turned red like a ripe tomato.

A few minutes later, Zhen Lian clapped her hands as if she had finished a job: "Call it a day. This is a free service. Be grateful."

Erya lay on the bed as if his bones were torn to pieces, wailing weakly: "I was wrong... I shouldn't have called you virgin Lianbao... But after savoring it for a while, it seems to be quite pleasant. Lianbao didn't turn me into a masochist, did he? Aaaaaa! Lianbao is such a beast!"

Although the process was a bit rough, in terms of effect, Erya's back pain and spine pain were indeed relieved a lot. Looking at Erya who was still telling dirty jokes, Zhenlian covered her forehead - didn't she learn any lessons at all?