Tokyo Wingman King

Huh? Why does it feel like Robert's reaction is different from what I expected?
His usually restrained eyes became aggressive, sweeping over her body, as if there was a burning sensation.

Has playing with water turned into playing with fire?

Both of them were breathing heavier, and the frequency of their heartbeats seemed to give Busui a series of instructions - she hugged him reflexively, stood on tiptoe, closed her eyes, and kissed him.

But the kiss didn't feel right.

Busei opened his eyes and saw a hand in front of him.

Behind the hand, on the frowning face, the pupils of the eyes seemed to be shining with golden light.

"Change of mind?"

Busei asked with a smile.

The girl's face was dyed with a gorgeous color like agate and chalcedony. It seemed that being rejected by the boy for the first time in her life was not a big deal. But if he agreed, then she and he would be the kings of this city, the secret, happy, ecstatic kings, the forbidden, tireless, hysterical kings.

"do not blame me."

Asana held Busei's waist tightly with one hand, and the girl responded by hugging him with an equally strong arm, and a pair of extremely passionate eyes on her slightly raised face.

"Mr. R, desire is not a mountain that blocks love. It is a great thing to love even if it is full of dangers and uncertainties. So, how can I blame you? Today, I am more willing to give everything I have than ever before."

The hotel's scent of ambergris, musk and unknown spices became stronger, like the aphrodisiac incense in the medieval Arab court.

The girl closed her eyes again.

Even if this was his way of punishing her for her recent frequent teasing behavior, she gladly accepted it.

However, things once again exceeded her expectations.

There was no rough biting, nor tender French kissing, only a heavy muffled thud that exploded in her ears. The sound was like a disaster happening late at night, echoing throughout the corridor and waking her up for half the night.

When Busei opened her eyes again, she saw Asama slamming headfirst into the wall behind her. The wall behind the light pink wallpaper showed a comminuted fracture, and the blue doorplate on the double door of the suite next door was also shaken off and fell onto the Baroque-style dark blue carpet.

The distance between them returned to one foot.

When Fuzukawa saw blood starting to seep from Asama's forehead, he smiled helplessly.
“Why are you hitting the wall?”

"If I had hit you, you might have been dead."

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The pain helped Asana regain some sanity. He didn't expect the walls of the Ritz Hotel to be so thick and hard.

But the personality conflict value suddenly rose to 65%.

Busui, you are amazing.

What sin have I committed?

Hurried footsteps came from both sides, and it was unclear whether they were the hotel security or the bodyguards of the Fenghuangyuan family.

"Go to bed early. I'm going back to my room."

Asama was about to retreat, but his wrist was grabbed by Busei.

"me and you togather."

"Please let me go, F-san."

"You must have been moved just now. It would be a bit too cunning for me to give up now."

"You say you want to be friends, but are you a little more cunning?"

"Don't you remember? The premise of [lifelong friends] is that you can face up to the feelings between us bravely. Without this premise, then friendship is nothing more than a performance like playing house."

"Does it really have to be that we can't even be friends?"

A hint of impatience appeared on Asana's face.

Busei Kawai, who wanted to say something more, suddenly choked.

At this time, the door of the room was opened, and a female bodyguard of the Hououin family poked her head out vigilantly, and looked at Asama and Busei standing at the door in surprise.

The two of them were surrounded by hotel security guards in blue uniforms, other people's bodyguards, and bold guests living in the suite on the same floor who arrived one after another.

Butler Akiba, who was not wearing a bow tie and looked a little tired, suddenly lost his tiredness when he saw the blood on Asama's nose that was forked like a red snake's tongue.

"Master Asama, your forehead is..."

"I was taking Miss Fuzukawa back to her room, and my foot slipped."

He was answered by a look of disbelief.

A more professional bodyguard could also tell from the height of the dents on the wall and the friction marks on the carpet that Asana did not slip at all.

But no one could tell what had just happened. After all, only a hammer could have caused the noise just now, and there was no such thing as a hammer at the scene.

A bodyguard touched the shallow dent on the wall and exclaimed,

"This is a very hard hit."

Another bodyguard advised,

"Master Asama, please go to the hospital and get bandaged and checked."

"No, occasional bleeding can stimulate the hematopoietic system of the bone marrow and reduce the risk of cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases."

"what happens?"

Fenghuangyuan, who was wearing pajamas, poked her head out from between the two female bodyguards at the door.

"Asama-sama said that his foot slipped and the wall hit his head."

Hououin watched Asama wipe the blood off his face with his black shirt, then glanced at Fuzugawa and said,
"I have a first aid kit here, Master, please go into the room and bandage it first."

Asana closed his eyes, then opened them and looked towards Fenghuangyuan.

"It's just a mosquito bite. You should go to bed early, Phoenix Courtyard."

After saying that, Asana glanced at Busei and found that she was still looking at him.

"Let's talk about the rest on the phone. See you tomorrow, F-san."

As if he had received a secret code that only the two of them could understand, Busikawa paused and smiled again.

"It's tomorrow already. Good night, Robert, have a sweet dream."

"Ah."

Asana disappeared at the end of the corridor under everyone's gaze.

Fenghuangyuan wanted to know what had just happened. When everyone left, she asked Fuzugawa,
"Riyo, what happened to the Great Sensei just now?"

"You really want to know?"

"Well, I promise not to tell anyone."

"I encountered something annoying, so I bumped into the wall~"

Hououin glanced at Busui Kawai helplessly. She knew she would not get the truth from Busui Kawai.

Could it be that he encountered a supernatural event? For example, he was possessed by an evil spirit and wanted to attack the Uzui River, but the Great Teacher used his amazing willpower to hit the wall with his head and forced the evil spirit out of his body?

Well, the fantasy time is over.

Fenghuangyuan shook her head and crawled back into the quilt.

He returned to the room and put a band-aid on the wound on his forehead. Feeling that it was not a serious problem, Asana took out the question set and started practicing questions for today.

I had the question set in my bag, but I never had the chance to do the questions. I visited the Louvre, attended a concert, and cooked two meals, and the day just passed like that.

He wasted a lot of his time in the pursuit of food. He heard that most great men were not particular about food, as long as they could fill their stomachs.

Time can only be made up in other ways.

I was playing Fitzgerald's "Tender Is the Night" on my mobile phone and turning on the TV in the suite's living room to play a late-night talk show. I was lucky because it was about the love history of a French female writer.

At 8 a.m. on August 11, Asama finished his homework and memorized bits and pieces of gossip from the late-night talk show about when the Nobel Prize-winning writer Anne Erno got divorced and when she became a mistress at the age of 50. He also finished listening to two chapters of Tender Is the Night. The double love triangle written by Fitzgerald is full of hope, despair, pride, humility, ambition and depravity. In other words, Fitzgerald loves to write this kind of thing. If he were writing online articles in China, his wife would starve to death before she went crazy.

[Feng Cong Er] is really powerful. Asama never thought that it would be so easy to do three things at once. It seems that he should hurry up to buy a few more electronic devices to play learning materials. He checked the nearby electronic equipment stores and found a Xiaomi store near the Pompidou Center.

Go buy it in the morning. You must master all the knowledge points of the first grade this summer vacation.

I have a basic understanding of German and French, but computer technology is not something that can be learned overnight, and I will have to wait until my trip to China to find out the answer to my money-making plan.

I reviewed the progress of my summer vacation plans and took the time to reply to the messages I hadn't replied to - "Teacher O, Takeda has lost weight. She asked me to go to the movies tomorrow. Someone from her sister group also asked me out secretly. What should I do? I've already gone to Kyoko's house to celebrate her birthday."

I haven't heard anything about Ryutaro Kuroda, who has read The Myth of Sisyphus.

"Teacher, when we were watching the fireworks yesterday, Maeda-san took the initiative to kiss me. But today he didn't reply to my message all day. What went wrong? Please help me with some advice when you have time. PS. Have a good summer vacation. (Attachment - Details of yesterday's date.docx)"

The scholar Daisuke Miwa, whose homemade love map was compared to a magical artifact on the same level as Harry Potter's Marauder's Map, also sent a message.

"Master, Seiichiro ran away from home. I am very worried about him. If you hear any news about him, please tell me as soon as possible. In addition, my father is very grateful to you for helping our family lead the outdoor equipment business of the Hoshino Group and the Yukino Group. If you are free, please come to our Yasaka family anytime."

This is a message from third-year senior Yasaka Ryojuro.

There are 13 more messages like this.

Asana ignored 6 of them and replied to 10.

After replying to these messages, Asana stood up, opened the curtains and looked at the sky outside - from this angle, today was a night without stars or moon.

Futami and Majima were probably really drunk and didn't send him a message like usual, even just an animated emoticon saying good night.

After a quick shower and a change of clothes, Asama dried his hair, walked up a few stairs, and lay down on the bed - the bed in the Fitzgerald Suite at the Ritz Hotel was raised several steps and blocked by a guardrail - this is how Fitzgerald was said to have slept.

The sleep marks left by Futami on the pillow had been smoothed out by the hotel staff. His initials [SA] were embroidered in gold thread on the pure white pillowcase. It seemed that Futami had kissed these two letters affectionately twice in the morning, and Asana could only pretend not to see it.

[Friend], if it cannot become the final noun to describe a relationship, it will eventually become a false word.

He almost kissed Busei's soft lips just now, and even began to imagine the taste of her tongue, how cool and sweet it would be.

If it weren't for the hand of Fuzukawa grabbing his back, revealing a hint of nervousness, he might have really made a big mistake.

The cell phone just happened to receive a message from Busui River.

"Robert, are you asleep?"

Asana replied immediately.

"No. Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"I've been told many times to go to bed early, but I always stay up late. So, good night is the most useless blessing."

Asama stared at Fuzugawa's LINE avatar - the energetic idol was showing a big, bright smile with eight teeth showing, and the background of the selfie was his hometown.

He typed a few words and sent them over.

"Is Phoenix asleep?"

"She's asleep. In order not to disturb her, can I come to your room and talk?"

"no."

As soon as Asana sent out his rejection, he was bombarded with emoticons from Fuzugawa.

When Asama didn't receive a reply from Busei, he immediately had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, in less than 3 minutes, someone rang the doorbell.

The phone received a voice message soon.

"Robert, please open the door~"

"Go back to bed."

After sending the message, Asana put his phone aside, closed his eyes and tried to sleep, but he couldn't fall asleep at all.

The phone vibrated more than a dozen times. Asana sat up suddenly, picked up the phone, slid the chat bar to the latest voice message and clicked it -

"But I didn't bring my room card this time. If Robert doesn't open the door, I'm going to cry in the hallway."

Fuzugawa's voice at this moment can be adapted to the villain role in any work.

Although it may sound a bit shameless to say this, Asana felt like he had become the gentleman who "can be deceived with tricks".

After opening the door, Busei showed the same smile as her LINE avatar.

"Good morning~"

"Isn't it time to say good morning now?"

Busei was wearing a vest, shorts and pajamas with orange spots, socks and sneakers on his feet, and a school bag hanging on his back. It was obvious that he came prepared.

"Nowadays, many workers go to work overtime at the company in the middle of the night. When they meet people, they say good morning. If they say good evening, they will be regarded as useless and unmotivated."

With a sigh, Asana moved aside to let Busei enter the room.

"Oh~ Is this the room where Fitzgerald used to live?"

The energetic idol seemed to be even more curious than when he entered the Louvre. He looked around the room and stared at Fitzgerald's portrait for a few seconds. Then he smiled and said to Asama,
"Although he looks like a handsome guy, I still prefer Oriental looks."

Asama crossed his arms across his chest, an impatient expression appearing on his face again.

"That's not what you wanted to say, right?"

Busui River chuckled.
"I can clearly tell the difference between being impatient and pretending to be impatient. Robert, you are too gentle. If this continues, there will be no end to our relationship."

"Are you so keen on destroying me?"

"You were the one who broke everyone down first~"

"I'm really sorry. I was too self-righteous and nosy."

Asana walked into the bedroom with his back to Busei and fell down on the sofa.

"It's totally fine if we get damaged by R-kun. Or rather, we want you to damage us further."

Busei put down his backpack and did not sit on the sofa or the armchair opposite Asama. Instead, he squatted down facing Asama and held his knees.

Asama shuddered, and the sofa chair slid back more than 10 centimeters on the carpet like an office chair with wheels. Asama then flipped back again, using the chair to separate the two people.

“When will you be able to represent them?”

“I am very confident in my empathy!”

The energetic idol stuck out his tongue, blinked his left eye, and made a salute gesture with his left hand, placing it next to his eyes, as if he was the logo poster girl of a game.

"I'm sorry, but you can't empathize with me at all right now."

"Mr. R, if you insist on becoming [丨], our relationship will become [亻], a radical of many other things. If you don't give some to us, we won't be able to live like [people]."

"Why do I feel like the [person] you are talking about is [丿] riding on [乀]'s head."

Busei knelt on the sofa and the distance between him and Asama was shortened again.

"Relationships are mutual. I can let you ride on me. I know you want me to be my own person, but [in order to be yourself, one needs another. I need you to make me a better person]."

"Your collection of Camus' love letters today is too high. You should know that what he said was all lies, and these words were just a cover or excuse to achieve his possession purpose."

"But many women are willing to die for him because in their eyes, he is worth it."

"F-san, this is definitely not what you are looking for, right?"

"I disappoint you because I love you. Don't you think it's funny to say this, Mr. R?"

Busei suddenly lost his balance and when he came to his senses, he found himself thrown onto the bed by Asana.

He placed his hands on either side of her and bent down to look at her.

"Do you have to let me hurt you before you know your boundaries, or stop your aggression?"

"What kind of harm is Mr. R talking about?"

“This one.”

Busei's eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.

After knocking Busei unconscious with a knife, Asana quickly ran into the bathroom, used Futami and Busei in his dream as material, and shot him six times.

Back in the bedroom, he slumped down on the sofa and sighed.

The fatal attraction of Busei suddenly became thin.

I checked my personality conflict score and it only dropped by 1%.

If you want to clear it all in one night, won’t you have to die in the toilet?
Feeling that sleeping in the bedroom was not safe, Asana got up, walked around to the living room, closed the door, and lay down on the sofa in the living room.

After setting an alarm to wake up in 2 hours, Asana closed his eyes. (End of this chapter)