My Tokyo Love Game Has Big Problems

Chapter 11 I’m really not a pervert!

As a brief introduction, Tamaki Hikaru lives alone in an apartment.

His room looks nice, but many places are designed to be compact because it is only for one person.

For example, in the bathroom, the hangers in the bathroom are generally only used to temporarily store the clothes to be washed.

So, when I was pulling the shower curtain, I waved my hand and accidentally pulled down the stockings hanging on it.

It was really an unintentional move!

But Tamaki Hikaru looked back and saw that the door lock was stable and safe.

He and Yachiyo Yayoi are now completely in two closed spaces that cannot be interfered with.

Tamaki Hikaru, who put the stockings back on the hanger, suddenly realized this.

In other words, whatever Tamaki Hikaru is doing now, as long as he returns to his original position afterwards, Yachiyo Yayoi won’t know about it, right?

But conversely, even if he does nothing, he may be speculated as to what he actually did, but to clean up the mess well.

It's like being in a closed cat box, where you can only deduce the process through the results.

The decisive factor that determines what results can be derived is the trust relationship between the two people.

Tamaki Hikaru rubbed the velvet pantyhose in his hands again. They felt really good. This was the first time he had come into contact with these things in reality.

After all, he is a minor living alone and has no interest in dressing up as a woman.

Moreover, the memories washed away by the game resurfaced again.

Does it really smell like a girl if you smell like a girl?

Subconsciously wanting to confirm his idea, Tamaki Hikaru slowly picked up the balled up pantyhose and brought it close to the tip of his nose.

Before I even got close, I smelled a familiar fragrance.

Well, it's the Kao Jieba laundry detergent he just bought, the one with fragrance.

Gan! What were you doing just now? How could it possibly smell after it has been washed!

The purification skill used just now was a one-time use. If he was not careful, Tamaki Hikari fell into the rational trap again.

That's why Mitsuru Tamaki said that women are the abyss that swallows people. Don't get close to women. The more beautiful a woman is, the more difficult it is to escape from the suction force she swallows.

After hanging the pantyhose up again, Tamaki Hikaru didn't have any thoughts to think about anything else.

I don’t know if he was depressed because he couldn’t resist the temptation, or if he was depressed simply because he was washed.

Alas, just take a bath obediently, don't think about those messy things, and relax your mind.

Emptiness is form, form is emptiness, being single is good, being single is wonderful, single people are the happiest.

While muttering something in his mouth, Tamaki Hikaru turned on the shower.

However, because of this series of events, he seemed to have forgotten a trivial thing.

"Hiss——! It's hot——! Huh. Huh. It almost burned me to death!"

His skin was red from the heat. Tamaki Hikaru looked back at the water temperature regulator, which was turned directly to the highest temperature.

The corners of Tamaki Hikaru's mouth twitched slightly. Is that woman taking a shower? Are you still shedding hair?

Damn it, why have I been out of shape since I returned home? All kinds of accidents happened. Is it because of the bad luck?

After adjusting the water temperature back to the normal position, Tamaki Hikaru breathed out a sigh of relief.

No, it really is because you are too relaxed at home, right?

Tamaki Hikaru closed his eyes.
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"Be good, stop making trouble when you're full. Sister has important things to do now."

In the room next to Tamaki Hikari, the girl turned on the light, but it only illuminated a small area.

Under the light, the girl took out a recording pen, and then seemed to pick something out of it with her hands. There was nothing on her fingertips, but the girl seemed to have grasped some treasure and put it into the vessel very carefully.

"Hmph, that charming voice is much more useful than a few drops of tears. It's most suitable for mixing potions to attract men."

Not sure what she was thinking of, the girl chuckled.

Her low and somewhat tasteless laughter echoed throughout the room, like a witch's cabin in the forest.
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"Whoo~"

After taking a bath, Tamaki Hikaru seemed to have washed away all the dirt from his body, including his brain.

Now when I see the underwear hanging outside, I can truly look at it without squinting and feel as clear as ice.

"Oh, I didn't feel anything before, but now I suddenly feel that the bathroom is a bit small. There isn't even a bathtub."

Life without a bath cannot be called enjoyment at all. Tamaki Guang secretly decided to rent a luxurious apartment with a jacuzzi in the future.

In this case, even if there is another situation like today where someone has to stay, there will be extra rooms that can be arranged.

Sure enough, things will be different when people have money. Now I only have five million and I dare to think about a jacuzzi. What if I have more?

After wiping her wet hair, Tamaki Hikaru put on her pajamas and walked out of the bathroom.

"If you have nothing to do, just take a rest. There is no time."

Tamaki Hikaru got stuck in mid-sentence.

In front of his eyes, the paper figurine wife he bought entered the stage of CG collection in the hands of another person.

A butter person is selfless, they can share their game resources with those in need for free.

But a butter person is also selfish, and they will never let others touch their archives.

What kind of tauren behavior is this in front of a butter man, using his archives to capture and collect his paper man wife?

Persimmon can bear it! The sorghum is intolerable!

"Well, what are you doing? Miss Yachiyo?"

Tamaki Hikari approached Yachiyo Yayoi, who was blushing but still clicking the mouse quickly and reading at a quantum speed.

He put his hand on Yachiyo Yayoi's shoulder and smiled lightly.

Just like a child who was caught by his parents secretly browsing adult websites, Yachiyo Yayoi hesitated and couldn't speak.

It's just that her face is so red that it explodes with shame. What is all this?

Why did the two of them suddenly start flirting with each other, hugging each other, and then it got to this point?

Weren't we obviously talking about death, fantasy, regret, and the like just now?

But what are these words now? xx, xx, and xxxx, are these really words that can be written?

Yachiyo Yayoi did not understand, and she was greatly shocked. She thought this was a work with profound meaning and philosophical meaning.

It was like a work like "Clannad" or "Ever17", but she didn't expect it to be like this.

Not knowing what the real gal market is like, she fell into confusion.

"You should say so, Yachiyo—Yayoi—!"

The hand holding the girl's shoulder was in vain, only a click was heard, and the crisp sound of bone cracking was heard.

　Well, that's it, there shouldn't be any problem.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)