Tokyo: Who would still fall in love after being spoiled?

Chapter 82 The world of pornographic novels should not be created by beautiful girls
He returned to the hospital and helped Takeda's mother wash up - he just controlled the water temperature in the bathtub, brought it to the right position, and then used a towel to wipe the water off her feet.

Most of the rest of the time was spent chatting, the content of which was complicated and rambling.

By the time he got on the tram back to his rental house, he only remembered two things clearly.

First, when talking about his family living in the countryside, Takeda's mother expressed her sincere envy and asked him if his family had fruit trees and vegetable gardens. She was more familiar with the status of seasonal vegetables than he was.

The second is that Takeda likes to eat grapes, so he asked him to take the grapes back.

So, in addition to the first volume of "Wrong Love" in his hands, he was also holding a bag of grapes. In Tokyo, grapes were even cut into small bunches and sold in plastic boxes, with each bunch containing four or five grapes.

But the quality is indeed impeccable, each grain is plump, red and black and crystal clear.

After getting off the tram, it was just after nine o'clock in the evening. He went to McDonald's and bought a meal that he had first seen in the promotional advertisement, and took it to the grocery store together with the grapes.

As I walked into the store, an infrared-triggered welcome sound rang out. Takeda was sitting behind the front desk reading a paperback novel, and from the angle I was at when I entered the store, I couldn't see the title of the book right away.

"What are you looking at?" he asked

"Wow, this part is amazing... How could someone come up with such a development? Awesome." Takeda was fascinated by what he saw.

He placed the oil paper bag with the letter "M" printed on it and the grapes on the front desk.

Raising his hand, he tapped the table with the back of his fingertips, "Ms. Shopkeeper, please check out—"

"Smells so good..." Takeda looked up, finally seeing him, and asked with a smile, "Just got back? Do you have time to come here today?"

He seems to be in a good mood.

"Bringing you dinner." He gently pushed the "items to be checked out".

"You're being too nice for no reason!" Takeda looked at him.

"Isn't this something?"

"What's inside?"

"Teriyaki Burger Set." He still remembered the name, and that it was marked as a meal for two, but in the end it only had one burger.

There was only one snack and drink to choose from, and the one he brought back was a vegetable salad and hot milk.

"Where is this bag?" Takeda looked at Grape.

"Your mother said you like it and asked me to bring it back."

"How can a daughter love a fruit that her mother doesn't like..." She complained, her tone mixed. "I'm afraid she wants you to eat it by yourself."

"Then I'll accept it."

"No! I want to try one first—you haven't opened it yet, have you?"

"Untouched." You can't eat grapes in Tottori.

Similarly, citrus fruits are not available in his hometown - this is also the first criterion he refers to when buying fruits in Tokyo.

Takeda took out the hamburger, salad and milk from the oil paper bag one by one, gave him the salad and only ate the hamburger.

This person has a large appetite, particularly a preference for staple foods and meat, yet has a lovely, slender figure, with slender arms, slightly fleshy legs, and a generous chest. Everything is just right, exceptionally healthy, a rare sight.

"You haven't replied to my first question yet." He ate his salad and watched Takeda carefully peeling grapes, and reminded him.

"What's the problem? I didn't hear it." Grape juice flowed down from the torn peel and stained her slender, bony fingers, making her frown.

"What are you reading?"

"'Wrong Love'! What else could it be?" He finally finished peeling a grape, the juice even dripping onto the front desk. Takeda stuffed the whole grape into his mouth and mumbled, "They clearly wanted me to audition for a role, but they didn't even give me an audition script. I can only read the book first."

"Which volume?"

"Volume 2." She held up the paperback to show him, "I finished reading Volume 1 standing in the bookstore, taking advantage of the time you saved me."

"You look so mesmerized, is it beautiful?"

"It's pretty, but..." Takeda found some toilet paper, wiped his fingers and the table, then glanced at the three grapes left in the bunch. He changed the subject, saying regretfully, "Grapes don't have the thin inner skin of citrus fruits, and the outer skin isn't edible, so it's hard to clean up the juice. Otherwise, I'd definitely like them too."

"There are varieties with harder flesh that don't retain any juice." He plucked one and threw it directly into his mouth, sucked out the flesh, and spit the grape skin onto a piece of napkin he got from McDonald's.

"Then the taste will be different." Takeda inexplicably insisted on this matter.

"So, you don't like grapes because they're troublesome to peel?" He remembered that Takeda's mother peeled off all the tangerine peels.

"no?"

"Why don't you spit out the skin like I do, or bite a hole and suck it into your mouth?" He took another pill to demonstrate.

The grapes are juicy, sweet, and large, making them all good. I wonder how many layers of sifting they went through at the origin to get this small bunch. No wonder they're so expensive.

"No." She shook her head decisively. "Rather than that, I'd rather not eat it."

"Okay, let's talk about 'Wrong Love' again. Do you think it's good?"

"It doesn't seem like something a normal person could write." She flipped to the page that had just impressed her, and shoved it into his hands, teaching him to read it himself. "Because it's so bizarre, no one can predict how the plot will develop. But with its beautiful and neat narrative techniques, it's both absurd and plausible. Strange but fascinating, that's probably how it is."

After Takeda finished speaking, he saw that he was still looking at her. He didn't wait a few seconds and couldn't help but complain to him, "How could anyone in their right mind imagine that the heroine took off all her clothes, with her underwear being a shield and her outer clothes being a sword..."

But the opponent in this copy called "Fantasy Space" is a tentacle monster transformed from the desire for love - he still has some impression of this plot.

"But if you think about it carefully, outer clothes are mostly worn for others to see, but underwear cannot be seen by others. In the end, it is also to protect yourself..." Takeda seemed to be trying to convince himself.

"In a certain sense," he put down the book and added fuel to the fire, "underwear and outerwear are consistent with sword and shield in terms of imagery."

"Yes, that's the feeling." Takeda inserted a sticky note as a bookmark, closed the paperback, and opened the hamburger box.

"To put it another way, wearing outerwear to keep you warm is also protecting yourself, isn't it?" he added.

"That makes sense... That underwear—that's not right..." Takeda reacted quickly enough. He glared at him and couldn't help but curse, "Pervert Inoue."

"You were just imagining it yourself - why couldn't it be a double shield?" He looked innocent.

"Then how can we kill the enemy?"

"This is a dark historical fragment from the novel written by the male protagonist during his junior high school years. It's not the main story, so it doesn't matter if it's a little unreasonable, right? On the contrary, unreasonableness is more in line with Chuunibyou."

"Two patties!" Takeda unwrapped the burger and exclaimed. "Haven't you had dinner yet?" he asked knowingly.

It's not time to check the expiration date yet - the instant lunch boxes in the grocery store are made in two unified time periods, and when they are about to expire, they will naturally also be prepared in a fixed time period.

"I've been hungry for a while." Takeda picked up the burger with both hands, his eyes flashing with the light reflected from the lights in the grocery store.

"Then let's eat quickly." He took out his cell phone and sent a message to Asakura, asking for the audition script.

It only took a moment for a response to come.

[Asakura: The animation team is still finalizing the detailed script designs. Some parts have been finalized, and that character will appear, but I don't have them here.]
[Inoue: Is the adaptation significant?]
[Asakura: After all, trying to make twelve chapters out of three volumes is a bit of a stretch, and a lot of content would have to be added and revised.]
[Asakura: Could you tell me the address of the voice actor that Inoue-sensei recommended? I'll have the animation team mail the first draft of the script to him.]
Didn't you tell me before? He was stunned by the message and started to think back. There had been so much going on lately that he had forgotten what happened two days ago.

He saw Takeda stuffing his burger into his mouth without caring about his eating manners, with cheese sauce on the corners of his mouth.

Takeda was also looking at him, and winked at him when their eyes met.

[Inoue: You already know the address—we just played mahjong not long ago.]
It took about half a minute from reading to replying.

[Asakura: Is that the beautiful girl you share the apartment with, Mr. Inoue?]
A beautiful girl...

He looked up at Takeda again. The beautiful girl Asakura had mentioned had just taken a big bite of the hamburger, filling her mouth so that her cheeks were puffed up.

[Asakura: Remember it was Ms. Takeda?]
[Inoue: It’s her.]
[Asakura: You should have said it then. We could have talked about it in person.]
At that time, Takeda's mother had just been in a car accident and was physically and mentally exhausted. If they had talked in person, she would have directly refused.

[Asakura: Then, are you free tomorrow?]
[Inoue: I've been a bit busy these past few days, so I'll just mail the script.]
[Asakura: I'll do as you say.]
[Inoue: There's no need to say that; it sounds too weird.]
[Asakura: After all, you were the one helping me!]
[Asakura: You're allowed to use me tonight—need a photo?]
If you only look at the chat status on Line, Asakura's mentality seems to be unaffected, and he is still joking with dirty jokes as before they met.

[Inoue: No need.]
"What are you talking about?" Takeda asked him curiously after she finally swallowed the whole bite of burger that she had taken by opening her mouth as wide as possible.

"I'm asking Asakura for the script of 'The Wrong Kind of Love'." A photo that was loading in circles popped up on the chat page. He was quick to turn off the screen and responded as if nothing had happened.

"Asakura? The one who lost the least playing mahjong?" Before Takeda could react, he connected the content of "The Wrong Love" with the real image of Asakura himself.

"Aren't you the one who lost the least?"

"I'm winning! Wait..."

She finally reacted, put down the hamburger, and eagerly picked up the paperback copy of "Wrong Love".

"So you're saying this book was written by Ms. Asakura?! And not some taciturn, slovenly old man with glasses?"

"Yeah." He nodded.

See, he's not the only one who shares the stereotype that erotic novels are written by nerdy writers.

When a certain point of view is widely circulated among the people, it is no longer called a stereotype, but a social consensus - a consensus that the world of pornographic novels should be created by otakus.

"How could this be...why?" Takeda was incredulous and couldn't believe it. He hurriedly rummaged through the paperback and found the illustration he drew of a girl taking off her underwear.

"Aren't you fascinated by it too?"

"I think it looks good, but this is definitely not what attracts me." Takeda distanced himself from the matter and quickly drew a line in the sand.

“There’s always an audience,” he said.

"So it's for making money?" It seemed that Takeda could accept this reason.

"You have to ask Asakura yourself." As to whether Asakura really wrote "The Wrong Love" just to make money, he still can't figure it out.

If it wasn't for the money, why would they rush to seize this extremely risky opportunity when they know it will definitely be animated in the future?

But if it was just to make money, why would she have that look on her face when she was looking for him, hoping for someone to lend a hand amidst her confusion?

"Let's not talk about this. What about the script?" Takeda was silent for a while, accepted the reality, and asked him.

"It will be mailed to our house tomorrow." He picked another grape.

"What do you mean our...rental house?"

"It should be received around this time tomorrow night." He also noticed the problem with his word choice, but seeing that Takeda didn't show any signs of trouble, he didn't deliberately correct him.

Make a mental note of it and pay attention next time.

"I have something to do during the day, so I can't go to the hospital this morning." He took advantage of Takeda drinking milk and started to discuss, "I'll take care of your mother every night, and the nurse will take care of things like washing her and changing her clothes. Is that okay?"

"Is it for me or Miss Asakura?" Takeda stared at him for a few seconds, smiled charmingly, and deliberately embarrassed him, "Are you so concerned about this?"

"Can't it be for the two of you?" He knew she was joking, and he didn't have such thoughts, so he felt clear-headed.

"You're two-timing and you admit it like that?" Takeda exclaimed in surprise, beginning to impart his unreliable advice. "If you really wanted to be a scumbag, you should have called every girl 'my favorite'. How could you say 'you're my girlfriend too'?"

"Is it?"

"Of course!" Takeda took a sip of milk as if it were wine. "I'll tell the first, second, third, fourth, and fifth girls, 'You're my first love,' and the sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth girls, 'The last time I was in love was in kindergarten.' Do you understand?"

"How can there be ten?"

"So, Inoue, you!" Takeda put down the milk cup and said conclusively, "You are not suitable to be a scumbag."

"Is there any reason for suitability?" To him, scumbags are undoubtedly negative labels and should all be punished.

When he becomes prime minister, he will enact laws to punish scumbag men and women.

"If you go and have fun with different women in the future, you will be exposed in a few days." Takeda vowed, as if he could see through the future.

"What happens after the truth is revealed?"

"Being scorned by others is considered good," Takeda said. "The worst thing would be if a girl was heartbroken and jumped into the sea with you."

"Could it be murder with a knife or something?" he asked.

"That makes sense. It seems even more miserable that way." Takeda glanced from his eyes to his neck and chest.

He felt a little cold on his neck.

"Above?" He asked to end the topic.

"That's all." Takeda finished his milk, clapped his hands, smiled at him, and began to criticize him sincerely, "But look at you, what you should be more worried about is that you're so busy that you only remember to find a girl to marry when you're thirty."

(End of this chapter)