Tokyo Soft Rice King

Miss Tashiro first made an uncomfortable sound, then burped with a smell of alcohol, and finally, after struggling to open her eyes, she exclaimed when she saw Kuroba Akira's face.

Perhaps seeing someone familiar made her feel at ease, and she suddenly stretched out her arms and hugged Hei Yuming's neck.

Kuroba Akira felt the soft touch on her chest that was being squeezed and deformed. This was the size of a big sister. Although it was not as big as that of Teacher Kobayakawa, it was also very good.

"Uh……"

But Miss Tashiro, who was so socially anxious that she would run away when she saw him, actually did such a bold thing, which showed that she was really drunk and unconscious.

"Meow~"

Kuroo called out to the two entangled people, as if to say 'I'll leave her to you', and then ran away.

No wonder Heiwei came to call for help. It was too difficult for a little cat to carry a drunk woman.

He said as he helped Miss Tashiro up.

"We'll be home soon, Ms. Tashiro, just hold on a little longer."

"Well……"

Miss Tashiro covered her mouth with her hands, and looking at her uncomfortable expression, it seemed that she was about to spray Kuroba Akira in the next second.

"Uh, are you feeling uncomfortable? Don't vomit here!"

I mean, don't spit on me!

Even a beautiful woman's vomit is still disgusting! I don't have such a strong taste!

"Um……"

I don’t know whether Ms. Tashiro understood or was just nodding out of inertia, but she managed to hold back the urge to vomit.

He no longer cared about his image. It was the middle of the night and there was no one around, so Hei Yuming planned to carry her back in the "lover's hug" position.

Kuroba Akira held Miss Tashiro's buttocks with both hands, and just as he was about to stand up, he heard Miss Tashiro whispering in his ear.

"Shoes...my shoes..."

"what."

Hei Yuming looked around and found two high heels dropped near the electric pole. They must have fallen off when she was drunk.

Hei Yuming picked up two high heels and wanted to put them on her again, but found that the pair of high heels, which were one size larger, did not fit her feet at all. If she put them on with force, they would fall off and there was no way to fix them.

Why is she wearing such ill-fitting high heels? Isn't it uncomfortable?

However, if I were to pick up Miss Tashiro, both hands would be occupied and I wouldn't be able to pick up her shoes. Miss Tashiro was so drunk but she could still remember her shoes, which shows that these shoes are very important to her.

If she could have held onto her own shoes she wouldn't have to worry.

"Ms. Tashiro, can you hold on to your shoes?"

"..."

There was no response, and she seemed to have lost consciousness.

"I'll come back later to get your shoes, okay?"

"...No...only shoes...can't be thrown away..."

"..."

Damn it! Why don’t you just take it yourself?

So a drunk woman really is... only causing trouble for others!

Chapter 75 Sharing Each Other's Body Warmth

With no other options, Kuroba Akira could only bite the heels of the high-heeled shoes with his teeth, and then picked up Miss Tashiro.

"Uh-huh..."

Feeling the touch of the big hand on her butt, the unconscious Ms. Tashiro let out a pink gasp.

But now Hei Yuming had no intention of taking advantage, so he could only maintain this ambiguous posture with his upper body tightly pressed together, taking crab steps and staggering like a laborer carrying cement bags.

It was only a few steps to Kobayashi's house, but Hei Yuming found it extremely difficult to walk.

It took a lot of effort to carry Miss Tashiro back to the entrance of the Kobayashi family. After putting her on the ground, Kuroba Akira felt like his waist was about to break and his facial muscles were sore.

After taking the pair of high heels out of his mouth, Hei Yuming wiped his mouth. Because he was grinning, saliva was flowing from the corners of his mouth.

Looking at Miss Tashiro again...she was already lying down, and in a very indecent spread-eagle position.

Miss Tashiro was wearing a black OL professional suit, flesh-colored stockings on her legs, and a pair of burgundy high heels. It was a standard white-collar beauty outfit.

Her full name is Tashiro Hongxiang, she is 24 years old. Although she is the age of a mature lady, she is not mature at all. She is socially anxious and shy, a decadent adult full of the "Da-Mei" atmosphere.

But Kuroba Ming remembered that Miss Tashiro's job was not to be a hostess in a nightclub, and her outfit did not look like that of a prostitute, so it didn't make sense for her to drink so much. What happened today?

After a good rest, Kuroba Ming sighed and shouted in front of her.

"Ms. Tashiro? Miss Tashiro! Don't sleep here. Let me take you back to your room."

"Um……"

Hei Yuming was about to help her up, but she hugged him again, and this time she even wrapped her legs around his waist, holding Hei Yuming tightly like a sloth.

"Uh……"

Although the cooperation is quite good, but... isn't it a bit too close?

If the distance between Tashiro Hongxiang and Kuroba Akira before was +10, the distance between them now is -1.

In his previous life, Hei Yuming didn't drink and couldn't drink, but he knew that there were many types of drunk people. Some would become outspoken, some would fall asleep, and some would take off their clothes... That's why he said that drinking would cause trouble.

Maybe Ms. Tashiro is the type who wants to hug people when she is drunk.

Hei Yuming simply continued to carry her to the second floor and took her back to her own room.

Miss Tashiro's room was a disaster scene, with used underwear thrown on the floor and cosmetic boxes everywhere. Even Hijikata-san's room was not as messy as hers.

Hei Yuming couldn't find a place to stay at first. After he finally cleared a path, he groped in the dark for a long time before he found her bedding and put her on it.

However, the trouble was yet to come, because she didn't seem to want to let go.

Kuroba Akira had no choice but to wake up Miss Tashiro.

"Ms. Tashiro, wake up! Can you let me go? You sleep well, I want to go to sleep too."

"Um……"

Tashiro Hongxiang slowly opened her eyes and loosened her arms around Kuroba Ming's neck, but her legs were still wrapped around his waist.

The upper bodies were separated a little, and the oppressed chests of both parties were released. After getting a chance to breathe, they exhaled together. Tashiro Hongxiang felt the breeze caressing her face, and Kuroba Ming smelled the alcohol coming towards him again.

"what……"

Tashiro Hongxiang squinted her eyes and stared at Kuroba Ming's face for a while, then she couldn't help but stretch out her hands and touch his cheeks.

Kuroba Akira originally wanted to lean back to avoid it, but there was a limit to how far he could lean back, and Tashiro Hongxiang was still sitting on him, leaving him no room to dodge, and in the end she held his cheeks.

"So hot……"

"..."

I mean, you are the one who is hot!

How much did I drink? My whole body is burning!

And if my body gets hot, that means I'm not cut out for alcohol, right? Isn't that just asking for trouble?

Hei Yuming kept complaining in his heart. He really couldn't stand drunkards, even if they were beautiful women.

Tashiro Hongxiang continued to use her hands to wander over Kuroba Ming's face, touching his facial features, and finally touching the scar at the corner of his eye.

"Ah... you're injured here... so pitiful... let me help you... patch it up..."

She continued to rub the scar at the corner of Hei Yuming's eye with her thumb, her technique was extremely gentle, and at this moment she was full of the feeling of a gentle older sister.

In the end, maybe because she felt that rubbing with her hands was not enough, she actually moved her face forward and kissed the corner of Hei Yuming's eyes with her red lips. Her soft and moist tongue licked the scar at the corner of his eye, and she said comforting words.

“Oh…it doesn’t hurt…it doesn’t hurt anymore…it won’t hurt anymore…”

"..."

Hei Yuming was a little amused and helpless. Although he didn't know how the scar on the corner of his eye came from in this world, a conservative estimate was that it had been there for more than ten years. How could it still hurt now?

But being kissed by an older sister... would be pretty nice if you weren't a drunk.

When she sobers up and thinks about what she did, she will probably be so ashamed that she wants to die... I can only pray that she is drunk and doesn't remember anything when she wakes up.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, Ms. Tashiro, so please let me go."

"Um……"

Tashiro Hongxiang nodded and stepped back slightly, but immediately frowned and shouted.

“Mmm…it’s so hot…!”

Then he was excused.

After taking off his coat, he continued to tear open his white shirt, and the two big white rabbits jumped out after being liberated.

No! Don't take it off!

Hei Yuming suddenly panicked. Was he going to do something crazy after getting drunk?

No! Impossible! As long as you don't take off your pants, there will be no problem!

Hei Yuming would never do anything like taking advantage of someone's misfortune and defaming their innocence.

After taking off her shirt, Tashiro Hongxiang hugged Hei Yuming again, buried his head in her chest, and lay down on her side with him.

Hei Yuming heaved a sigh of relief, at least he didn't take off the last piece of clothing...

The facial cleanser feels nice, but unfortunately it doesn’t have a milky scent, only a smell of alcohol.

"hug……"

"Uh……"

Tashiro Hongxiang held her tighter, with no intention of letting go.

Hei Yuming was completely desperate. He knew that he couldn't leave now.

Is this the only place I can sleep tonight?

Tomorrow morning...it's probably going to be exciting.

Forget it, I’m tired, go to sleep, let her die, we’ll deal with tomorrow’s things tomorrow.

Hei Yuming calmed down and decided to give up.

Then I heard Miss Tashiro's murmuring from above my head, which I couldn't tell whether it was drunken talk or dream talk.

"So warm... human body temperature... so wonderful... I love it..."

"Wow... I don't want to do that kind of cold work anymore..."

“I don’t want to go to work…”

"I don't want to go out at night..."

"Wow... so scary..."

"I wish someone would take care of me..."

"Wuwuwu... Please, someone kind enough to hire me..."

"I can be a maid...as long as I have two days off a week..."

"No... One day off is enough... A monthly salary of 200,000 yuan is enough..."

"I want to...live... easier..."

Hei Yuming felt like crying after hearing this.

It's really so humble.

He's so empathetic.