Tokyo Sick Girlfriend

Chapter 100 Testing
She couldn't help but say what she had kept hidden in her heart for a long time.

Especially holding the other person's hand, this intimate confession gave Hojo Shione a great sense of satisfaction at that moment.

Humans are always greedy. She couldn't help but press Shiratori Seiya's hand tightly against her chest, as if no medicine could make her feel happier than the warmth from his palm.

Greed is insatiable; even when one has acquired too much, one still craves more.

This phrase perfectly describes the burning desire in Hojo Shione's heart at this moment.

Her breathing gradually became heavier, hot and sticky, and she couldn't help but move her cheek closer to Shiratori Seiya.

However, when her gaze fell upon Shiratori's unconsciously furrowed brows, it felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her head.

Hojo Shione snapped back to reality, releasing the other's hand as if electrocuted. Suppressing the burning desire within her, she said helplessly:
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I..."

Seeing her cupping her hands in front of her, her beautiful eyes filled with fear, Shiratori Seiya sighed inwardly.

To be honest, he's not sure whether Xiyin is genuinely scared or just putting on an act for him.

But after hesitating for a second, he felt that the latter scenario was unlikely.

If all of this is acting, then Mio's acting skills are inferior to hers, and we might as well train her to be a movie queen.

Seeing her timid appearance, Shiratori Seiya thought for a moment, then grabbed her hand, turned it over, slipped his fingers through hers, and held her hand tightly with his palms facing each other.

Kneading the girl's soft, boneless hands, his fingers repeatedly caressing her smooth, fair skin, Shiratori Seiya stared intently into her eyes and said:
"I don't know what you're afraid of."

"If this level of contact, holding hands or hugging, makes you happy, then it's no big deal."

"After all, Xiyin, your figure and beauty are among the best I've ever seen, so when we're in close contact, I'm the one who benefits. I wish it could be like this every day..."

Hojo Shione was taken aback, not expecting him to praise her so suddenly. After realizing what he meant, she pondered his words carefully, and a look of joy appeared on her face and in her eyes.

From childhood to adulthood, she has been praised by at least a thousand, if not eight hundred, people. Whether it's people who assist her at work, leaders of production companies she works with, or neighbors, teachers, and friends, they all admire her beauty and talent.

I lamented how unfair fate was; instead of closing the door, it opened a French window and even a skylight.

However, no matter how many times she heard those words, she would only politely smile back and never take them to heart.

If I had to explain why, it's probably because I genuinely believe it's normal.

But Shiratori Seiya is different.

Every time I hear him compliment me, even a simple "You're beautiful" makes me overjoyed. I feel that no matter how sad I am, hearing his praise makes all my gloomy mood disappear.

Just like now, after not having heard it for so long, she was so happy she almost cried.

What could be more joyful than being praised by someone you love?
Hojo Shione lowered her face, pursed her lips, and revealed a charming allure between her brows.

She dared not look at Shiratori Seiya's face, knowing that he liked her graceful and demure appearance, and she tried her best to appear gentle.

But the way she held his hand betrayed her feelings; her slender fingers unconsciously tightened their grip, as if she wanted to lock him in her palm.

Seeing that the panic on her face gradually subsided, Shiratori Seiya breathed a sigh of relief and continued:
"Let me be frank, I really like Xiyin. I like your talent, your face, and your body. I'm a guy too, and I want to be with you because of my physical desires."

Upon hearing this, Hojo Shione instinctively straightened her back, suppressing the urge to pounce on the other person on the sofa, and bit her lip hard.

The blush on her pretty face deepened, and the passion in her eyes intensified, almost to the point of overflowing.

However, the next moment, Shiratori Seiya's voice suddenly turned cold.

"However, there are some things I feel I must make clear."

"Xiyin, are you really ready to take our relationship to the next level?"

Upon hearing this, Hojo Shione's heart skipped a beat. She looked up, her smile freezing on her face, and stared at him blankly.

Her reaction was exactly what Shiratori Seiya had expected, and he calmly said:

I can't make any promises to you right now.

"Even putting aside my promise to Saori for now, I won't give up on Mio, so I can't give you a suitable identity at the moment..."

"..." What a scumbag.

Looking at Shiratori Seiya's face, the first word that popped into Hojo Shione's mind was "shiny".

She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come out, and she turned her head away from him.

My heart, which had just been enveloped in sweetness, twisted again.

Am I not enough?
Why bother with other women? What makes me inferior to them?
What they can do, I can do too: laundry, cooking...

Having five children wouldn't be impossible...

Hojo Shione resisted the urge to say these words aloud. After a moment of silence, she turned to the boy in front of her with a smile and asked softly:
"So, am I late?"

Seemingly realizing that her question was somewhat unclear, she continued:
"Is it because you're already dating Takahashi that you can't break up with him?"

Shiratori Seiya paused for a moment, without mentioning that she was currently his only source of income, and silently nodded.

Seeing that he agreed, a flame of jealousy surged in Hojo Shione's heart.

So why could you break up with me so decisively back then, but not with her?

What gives you the right...?
The hand that Shiratori Seiya was holding lost its strength and gradually loosened. Hojo Shione's mood inexplicably calmed down at this moment.

She smiled serenely, withdrew her hand, and sighed helplessly:
"Okay, Kiyoya, you're right, I really haven't thought about these things yet..."

"but……"

She paused for a moment and glanced at Shiratori Seiya's left arm.

Her soft, full body leaned forward, her jade-like arms wrapped around his waist, and her red lips parted to bite his shoulder hard.

Shiratori Seiya felt a slippery, warm sensation brush against his skin, followed by a stinging pain.

Feeling the soreness, he guessed that he was bleeding.

She sighed inwardly, but didn't push Xiyin away. After a moment, she released her mouth, her pink tongue gently licking the teeth marks on her shoulder, and sighed softly:

"Scumbag."

Then, she raised her chin, looked at the bright red teeth marks, and asked with a look of heartache in her eyes:

"Does it hurt?"

"Fortunately."

"I love you……"

Hearing her sudden confession, Shiratori Seiya remained silent, his arm slowly encircling the girl's slender waist.

Hojo Shione narrowed her long, narrow eyes, greedily inhaling his scent. After a moment, she forcefully broke free from his embrace, took a deep breath, and looked at Shiratori Seiya, asking:
"Kiyoshi, I have another question. Can you answer it for me?"

"what?"

"Did you sleep with Hasegawa?"

When she suddenly asked this question, Shiratori Seiya was taken aback for a moment, then realized that she was probably referring to the saori underwear on the balcony...

Looking into Hojo Shione's eyes, he shook his head and said:

"No."

Even so, he didn't expect the other party to believe him, since the evidence was practically irrefutable.

However, Hojo Shione smiled brightly, casually picked up Shiratori Seiya's soiled clothes, and stood up, saying:

"I believe you."

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(End of this chapter)