People in Tokyo, the world is clear

Chapter 108: The moon and he are both kept in the dark?

As the old saying goes, lifting a rock only to drop it on your feet.

The lofty ambitions made during the day in the name of atonement will be repaid with loneliness at night.

However, Lin Sen accepted this result.

Even though it is indeed a pleasant thing to spend all night with your loved one, everything should be done in moderation.

People get tired of repetitive plots. Continuously experiencing the same plot over and over again will lead to a desire for novelty and a dislike of the present.

Just like the saying of tension and relaxation in literature, the dull and lonely parts serve as filler to make the key points stand out more brilliantly.

So, that night, the young writer who lived alone in his study got up from his makeshift bed on the floor and gazed through the only window in the room at the full moon in the distant sky.

Tonight seemed to be a special summer night. The starry sky was obscured by a few obstructing clouds, even the moon was half obscured, as if trying to completely obscure this bright satellite.

Suddenly, I had a strange experience. My body was a little puffed up from the inertia of the past few days, but my mood gradually calmed down in the solitude.

I kind of missed the two lovely girls next door, but I knew I shouldn't do anything out of the ordinary at this moment.

Then, he sighed and muttered:

"Let's take this opportunity to strengthen our self-control."

Take advantage of this evening to sort out the future plans.

The most pressing matter is probably the recording of Ms. Aoyama's debut album. Currently, I'm planning to release it around the time of the release of the HNK documentary, hoping to get as much publicity as possible by being an "underground outlier."

If there's an opportunity, we can even collaborate with a few guests she wouldn't have thought of in the album's production and subsequent TV performances and promotions. This can be considered a thoughtful gift for her.

Hoping to cheer up that insecure guy?

I couldn't help but smile when I thought of this, but it was over quickly.

There is another crucial but seemingly less urgent matter - the arrest of the currently well-hidden thief Robin Jiro.

Since he last stole the works of several obscure authors, compiled them into a widely publicized book, and released it, he hasn't published any new works in the two months since then, as if he had vanished from the face of the earth. Even asking bestselling author Akagawa to inquire with industry insiders, he couldn't get any useful information.

The other party was very cautious like a thief - he left almost no personal information. Even after the month when Lin Sen's book became a best-seller, not only could he no longer be contacted, but he even cancelled the credit card used to collect his royalties.

Few people are aware of this matter. This is because the subsequent small amount of royalties after the cancellation was absorbed by the publishing house itself and distributed as extra bonuses to employees, mainly to make a profit in silence.

If one of the editors had not had a very good relationship with Akagawa, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to find out even this information.

At this point, it even feels a bit ridiculous - I can only say that the other party is very self-aware and has a deep understanding of the survival methods of sewer rats.

It's a master at the cat-and-mouse game, and quite difficult to catch. It seems the only way to catch it is to be patient and wait for a bright daylight moment before it reveals itself.

After summarizing this, I began to think about other things. Regarding the animated film of graduate student Ogiso, the progress of the key drawings that Kurosawa was responsible for, and the training of Ko Niwa, who was currently away in another place.

Sort out the things and focus on them.

Too involved.

So much so that he didn't notice the shadow that was getting closer and closer on the ground behind him, which was bathed in the faint moonlight.

It wasn't until the faint smell of shampoo left after showering lingered at the tip of my nose that I suddenly reacted.

He was about to speak, but was quickly interrupted.

"It's too late~"

The sly voice was accompanied by the rustling sound of fabric against skin.

It was an eyepatch put on.

And the next moment, darkness fell before his eyes—he was blinded once again, giving up his vision and becoming a qualified demon hunter.

As for the little devil behind him who was waiting to be severely punished, he laughed as if his prank had succeeded.

Make a clear and sweet speech:

"I didn't expect him to actually stay in the study. I thought he would be unable to resist and run over to pick one at random."

"...Ito?"

The limp body pressed against my back didn't seem to be responding.

Just doing dishonest actions on my own

One hand passed through the waist and reached in front of the body, performing a certain almost grasping movement:

"But your current physical condition is quite predictable. Tell me the truth, who are you thinking about?"

"Uh."

"If you're honest, there's a reward."

Warm air whirred past my ears. It seemed as if the people behind me were also getting nervous and excited, in a strange state of anticipation.

It seemed like an operation to induce an answer.

It feels as if if you answer according to some vague meaning, you will be rewarded with "great joy".

Obviously, it is a temptation that is difficult to resist.

So, I couldn't help but open my mouth.

But as the people behind him were trembling slightly waiting for an answer, he gave an unexpected answer:

"Thinking about the person I like."

"..."

There was a brief silence.

Then, the girl behind him seemed dissatisfied with the answer and asked again anxiously.

"So, who does Senior like? Is it me, or I... Sasagawa-san?"

"like it all."

"There's always one you like better, right?"

"I have my favorite places, there's no comparison."

"Mmmmm~"

The person behind him snorted, a little angrily, "What a cunning answer, Sanyu-kun...senpai."

“Just follow your inner sincerity.”

Having said that, he couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, reached back, and gently pinched the soft flesh on the girl's waist amidst her unbearable moans:

"Also, I did what I was asked to do. Does it still pass?"

"...a pervert, a scumbag, a fool with a head full of unhealthy thoughts."

The rare words of blame spoken in a sweet voice obviously have a special flavor.

It was obvious that the two people present at this moment were a little strange.

A certain index in thinking is far beyond normal.

In fact, the girl behind was the more excited one.

I can no longer control my breathing rate.

Using only his remaining strength, he conjured another tool from nowhere.

The left ear was plugged with an effective plug, and it looked like the right would be next.

Before hearing was completely banned——

The last thing that rang in my ears was a voice that was distorted for some reason:

"You are not allowed to move around like a puppet. You are not allowed to take off your eye mask or ear plugs on your own initiative. Do you understand?"

"it is good."

"...I like you, scumbag~senpai."

"Me too."

I have to say that there was indeed a wonderful sense of freshness in the following period.

Relax your body and let the girl who attacks you at night take the initiative. Just obey the instructions she expresses through the actions she exerts.

Sometimes I have to use my brain a little and do some simple reading comprehension based on her body gestures.

For example, cross your fingers with your palms facing each other.

For example, you can slightly raise your hand that is hanging naturally, gently stroke her head nearby, and feel the soft and slightly curly hair.

Then there's the feeling of having her hand hold my wrist, feeling the curve of her calf, while she speaks compliments to me without me even hearing.

I don’t know how long it was, it seemed like midnight.

Only then did a pair of slender fingers remove the earplugs that had been faithfully performing their duties.

Then, there were words with a slight breath of fatigue in my ears:

"It's halftime. Don't give up, Sanyu-senpai."

"Why do I feel like someone is the one who can't hold on any longer?"

"Humph~"

Another timid voice, unwilling to be outdone. Then, the following instructions were quickly added:

"Again, you are not allowed to take off the sensory restriction props on your own initiative, understand?"

"clear."

Afterwards, hearing was imprisoned again.

The girl seemed to have really gone to rest for a while. After a while, she felt two hands coming back from behind.

It comes with the steam from a shower and the scent of the same shampoo I just smelled.

Is this just another simple bath?

The question was not answered. The body was commanded to stand up.

Under command, the two feet were lifted up one by one and slippers were put on them.

Then, the standing body followed the slight push from behind step by step and entered a steamy environment.

It's the bathroom—

When he realized this, the blindfold was suddenly removed.

What caught my eye was a short-haired girl under the hot steam.

She was wearing simple pajamas.

Her rosy face seemed to be intoxicated by the heat.

She reached over and took off the earplugs on both sides.

"Ito?"

"Take a shower first, Senior."

The girl's expression was a little strange at this moment - there was an inexplicable, adult-like sense of sorrow that was so subtle that it was almost invisible.

More than that, it's the excitement of an innocent child who is exposed to something new and exciting.

Then, she couldn't help but shudder at the act of pinching the soft flesh on her waist, and clenched her fist and hit him in anger:

"itch!"

This way, his weaknesses were no longer being attacked.

Ms. Ito has always been ticklish.

I know this very well.

I didn't perform any similar actions again, but just went into the shower and turned on the shower head.

But I recalled the events that I had just experienced.

I remembered the exhausted voice that rang in my ears not long ago, which was exactly the same as the short-haired girl's voice in the bathroom.

He turned his head and looked at the figure outside the glass door.