Girl idols are meant to be exploited!

But she couldn't help but complain, "No living expenses at all? I'm really broke now. I can't even afford a train ticket. Are you going to make me walk?"

"Isn't there a commission? Even if it's a small event, you'll get a share. If it's a large event like a music festival, you can get at least tens of thousands of yen from each event. If you need money urgently, you can ask me first. As long as the reason is reasonable, I will lend it to you."

Hoshikawa Taku paused and continued, "Also...you must report any travel you make to me."

"How can this be? This is too much...!"

She raised her eyes and looked at Xingchuan Taku with a face full of grievance, "I'm an adult now, are you treating me like an elementary school student? You don't even give me any freedom..."

"Are you going to refuse?"

Hoshikawa Taku asked back in a calm tone.

"I've already cut off my own escape route, how can I refuse..."

Hiroi complained and gave him a resentful look.

Xingchuan Taku smiled slightly and took out the contract he had prepared long ago from the drawer: "If you have no objection, then we will sign it now."

Hiroi Kikuri just glanced at it and threw the contract aside.

"Wait, I have to sign it tomorrow."

She leaned back on the sofa, hugged the cushion and muttered, "I've drunk so much today... You have to let me be willful one last time, right?"

"What else do you want?"

"I want to drink! I want to drink my heart out tonight! If you can't even fulfill this little wish of mine... I'd rather be homeless and sleep under an overpass than sign a contract with you!"

She narrowed her eyes and spoke as if she was acting coquettishly but also as if she was threatening.

Taku Hoshikawa thought about it and felt that it was acceptable.

Even death row prisoners can have a big meal before execution, so it would be okay to treat this meal as her "last supper".

"Okay, I promise. I'll let you drink until you're drunk tonight... No, you don't have to go home tonight. That room is where you rest."

Xingchuan Taku pointed to the guest room next to him and stood up and said, "You drink, I'll go clean up the room for you."

He was about to clean up the room when his arm was grabbed by a soft hand.

"Wait a minute, I can't drink enough alone, I want you to drink with me!"

Hiroi Kikuri was shaking Hoshikawa's arm while looking up at him, with a kind of willful smile on her slightly drunk face.

Hoshikawa Taku sighed softly: "Okay, okay... I'll drink with you."

Since tonight is her "farewell ceremony" for her old life, let her indulge herself.

He turned and walked towards the refrigerator, taking out a can of cold beer.

After thinking for a moment, he bent down and took out a bottle of red wine and a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet under the TV in the living room.

In fact, Taku Hoshikawa is also an alcoholic. When he is alone at home, he will drink by himself.

This is a fine wine from his collection, and it's very expensive.

Seeing that Taku Hoshikawa took out so much wine, Hiroi's eyes were shining, as if he had seen paradise on earth.

"Xingchuan...are you giving me all this wine?!"

Hoshikawa Taku put down his drink with a smile and sat next to Hiroi.

"Didn't you say that if you want to drink, you should drink to your heart's content? I'm giving you a good time today."

Hiroi couldn't wait to open a can of beer and handed it to him, and then he opened another can with a "bang".

"Let's have a toast!"

Her cheeks flushed, her smile brightened, and she raised her beer and shouted.

"Well, cheers."

Hoshikawa Taku raised his glass in response, and the two of them lightly clinked the mouths of the cans, the foam swaying lightly in the air, and as the liquid poured into the throat, the atmosphere gradually relaxed.

After drinking a can of beer, Hiroi opened the red wine and whiskey with great interest.

As if she wanted to test Taku Hoshikawa's alcohol tolerance, every time she poured herself a glass, she would pour another glass for Taku Hoshikawa. She would watch him drink the wine before she would open her mouth.

Taku Hoshikawa is very confident in his drinking capacity and never refuses anyone who offers him alcohol.

So, one cup after another, the alcohol slowly spread throughout their bodies.

Hoshikawa Taku felt his body getting hot, so he took off his coat and unbuttoned his shirt.

Hiroi Kikuri was already drunken, her green halter dress had slipped off her shoulders, revealing her slender shoulders half-naked, with a few strands of hair clinging to her slightly sweaty neck. She looked a little disheveled, curled up beside him like a drunk kitten.

It seemed that the alcohol gave Hiroi courage. She suddenly moved closer to Hoshikawa Taku, sat up straight, and stared at him with a dazed look in her eyes.

"Hey, Xingchuan."

"Ok?"

"You... you really don't want to talk to me about 'adult topics'?"

"Okay."

Hoshikawa Taku nodded calmly, "Then get up on time at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning and start working officially."

"Not that 'adult'!"

She pouted, threw herself onto the sofa, and put her arms around Taku Hoshikawa's neck.

The intoxication spread across her face. She smiled seductively and mischievously, her breath brushing his neck warmly. She said softly, "Xingchuan, you said you would let me be your girlfriend after I quit drinking, but I don't really feel that way."

"You know I can't resist temptation... So... if you let me experience the 'privilege' of being your girlfriend right now, maybe... I'll be more motivated to quit drinking, okay?"

As she spoke, she slowly sat on Taku Hoshikawa's thighs, her movements ambiguous and bold, and her fingers gently circled his chest.

Hoshikawa Taku raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked up at her.

Whether it was because of drunkenness or shyness, Hiroi's cheeks were flushed, but facing Hoshikawa Taku's gaze, she had no intention of retreating, as if she really wanted to break some ambiguous window paper this night.

"…Are you serious?"

“I’ve always been serious.”

Hiroi leaned close to Hoshikawa Taku's ear, his lips and teeth smiling, his breath hot into his ear, "It's just... I wonder if a certain gentleman is just as serious about me?"

Chapter 237: Intense "Bass Performance"

"Mr. Xingchuan, I've delivered myself to your door today. Will you let me go?"

While whispering in Hoshikawa Taku's ear, Hiroi Kikuri gently twisted her waist as if playing a prank. Her movements were ambiguous and bold, and her fragrance mixed with the smell of alcohol lingered on Hoshikawa Taku's nose.

At this moment, Hiroi Kikuri, whether in her posture, eyes or words, has already crossed the original boundary.

Taku Hoshikawa's throat moved slightly, and he wanted to scold her loudly and tell her to stop making trouble, but his second brother didn't listen to him.

At this moment, alcohol and impulse were entangled in his mind. The little head launched a charge and rebellion and successfully occupied the high ground of reason.

So... Hoshikawa Taku couldn't bear it anymore.

"Since you came here to offer yourself, don't blame me for being rude!"

Hiroi screamed in surprise, and then Hoshikawa Taku turned around and pressed her down.

Hiroi never expected that Hoshikawa Taku would be so decisive. She subconsciously wanted to lift her body, but she lost her strength because of the soft sofa under her. She could only let Hoshikawa half lean on her, and the distance between their faces was so close that the only sound was each other's breathing.

Her eyes were still open, but their look gradually became moist. The teasing and drunkenness in them seemed to fade away, leaving only an indescribable emotion.

Xingchuan's hands were on her sides, and he didn't make any further moves immediately.

He just looked at her quietly, with his hair hanging down in front of his forehead, reflecting the dim light of the chandelier in the living room.

His eyes were no longer their usual calm or playful expression, but instead held a hint of seriousness, even... hesitation.

"you sure?"

He asked quietly, his voice so low that it almost mixed with her breathing.

Hiroi stopped laughing and acting naughty. He just bit his lower lip lightly and nodded with a blushing face.

Xingchuan didn't say anything else.

He slowly lowered his head and gently touched his forehead to hers. They were so close that they could almost feel each other's heartbeat.

Then, Hoshikawa Taku kissed her.

It was a light kiss, just a test.

But when Hiroi kissed her back, the restrained emotion could no longer be contained.

The kiss went from shallow to deep, their breaths intertwined, and a slight sound of clothes rubbing against each other came from the sofa.

His kisses moved down her cheek and stopped at the side of her neck, where the skin trembled slightly at the touch of his lips and teeth.

While kissing her, Taku Hoshikawa's hands did not stop, moving along her back and around her waist, holding her firmly in his arms.

The other hand took advantage of the situation to free the "invader" who occupied the high ground of the brain.

With a forceful thrust, Hiroi Kikuri couldn't help but let out a cry of pain. Her fingertips grabbed the edge of the sofa, her eyes widened instantly, but the corners of her mouth unconsciously rose.

She did not retreat, but instead tightly hugged Hoshikawa Taku's waist with both hands, as if responding to that presence with all her strength.

Xingchuan lowered his head and placed another comforting kiss on her forehead.

Time slowed down and the air seemed to freeze.

Hiroi leaned in his arms, gradually stopping her trembling. She looked at him with moist eyes, her eyes filled with complex emotions - shyness, vulnerability, dependence, and... a strong urging.

Xingqichuan Taku understood her urging, so he leaned over and started moving again. Hiroi gradually adapted to his rhythm and responded gently as if playing a bass.

At the beginning, it is a slow and gentle glissando, as if testing the sound, confirming the feel and rhythm.

As the rhythm gradually speeds up, the bass line becomes more powerful and dense, as if switching from lazy blues to fiery rock. The frequency of fingertips jumping becomes faster and faster, and the vibration of the chest cavity also increases.

The notes are interacting, the beats are colliding, and Taku Hoshikawa and Kikuri Hiroi are performing an impromptu performance without any score.

When the rhythm finally reached its peak, a slight tremor sounded like the finale, and everything suddenly fell silent.

Hiroi leaned on Taku Hoshikawa's shoulder, breathing heavily, as if she had just finished a whole performance. Sweat mixed with a faint smile slid down her forehead.

And Takuya Hoshikawa, like a musician who had finished a long performance, held her tightly in his arms, his palms against her back, his fingertips still trembling unconsciously, as if the sound of music was still lingering.

There were no audience and no thunderous applause, but both of them gained joy from this performance.

But... for both Hiroi and Hoshikawa Taku, one performance is not enough to satisfy them.

Hiroi Kikuri slowly raised her head, with a hint of cunning in her eyes.

She gasped and said, "Xingchuan, you played the lead in that part just now... This time, it's my turn to sing the lead, right?"

As she spoke, she stood up slightly, her body slid into his arms as softly as water, and with a push of her knees, she changed her position and sat up.

Then... she held the "microphone" that had just wreaked havoc.

The instrument that once delivered the bass melody now regained its spirit.

Hoshikawa Taku looked at her with a little surprise, but before he could speak, she covered his lips with her hand.

"Do not talk."

She whispered, her cheeks slightly red, but with a sense of determination, "Just listen to me sing."

The next second, she began to dominate this "stage" that belonged to the two of them like a real lead singer.

Her movements were soft yet rhythmic, and she gently raised and lowered her body, as if dancing to the melody in her heart.

It was a silent melody, but full of emotion. Hoshikawa Taku felt her every rise and fall, like the fingertips sliding across the strings, releasing heat and sound rhythmically.

He held her waist with one hand and slid the other hand gently along her back, as if accompanying her performance.

"Keep the rhythm steady, don't rush the beat..."

"I'm the lead singer, you're just there to support me."

Hiroi bit his lip lightly and glared at him unconvinced, but his actions became more serious.

Her movements gradually quickened, like the buildup before the chorus was about to burst out. The air was once again filled with the sound of tiny gasps and skin touching each other, and the sofa swayed slightly, as if resonating with the music.

That night, they alternated between lead and harmony, constantly changing rhythms and passages, as if they were really performing a long and enjoyable performance.

It was not until late at night and before dawn that Hiroi finally leaned tiredly on his shoulder.

She asked weakly but expectantly, "Xingchuan...this performance is so beautiful! Can I still be the lead singer next time?"