My Tokyo Love Game Has Big Problems

Chapter 119 The Theory of Relativity of Purity or Not

"Huh? Why are you back so soon?"

In the classroom, Aitaniti looked at Jinguji Juri who came back and asked with some doubts.

Jinguji Jori lowered her head, with a slight blush on her plain white face. She ignored Aitaniti's words and returned to her seat.

Aitaniti clicked her tongue in displeasure.

Forget it, no matter what this guy saw, it wasn't a bad thing for her.

Since the morning, Jinguji Jouri has been suspicious of Aitaniti because Tamaki Hikaru didn't come, and suspected that she had done something.

I can only say that prejudice is really terrible, even though there is nothing wrong with the object of suspicion.

Aitaniti was unhappy, so she simply told her the location of Tamaki Hikari.

Well, if you can bump into Yachiyo Yayoi's true form, you can divert your attention to prevent this guy from staring at you every day.

If not, peeping at Tamaki Hikaru will definitely be discovered, and loss of impression points will be inevitable.

As for what Jōri Jinguji saw, although she really wanted to know, she could only endure her curiosity now.

It doesn't matter, you just need to be patient for a while, it won't take long.

Aitaniti was thinking about when would be the right opportunity, while Hosokawa Tamako was distracted, recalling everything in her dream.

Hosokawa Tamako had not experienced this refreshing feeling for many years.

After her energy needs were met, she would no longer get hot and dizzy just because of a little thought.

The physical problem that has been bothering me for many years turns out to be solved in this way.

It's just a bit draining. Two years consumes a strong man.

Although it is not clear, as a dream demon's instinct, Hosokawa Tamako can feel her own danger.

So she prepared the "Excellence" package for Tamaki Hikaru early in the morning, fearing that she might cause some disease to Tamaki Hikari.

After all, she had just woken up last night and was too restrained.

However, Tamaki-san is really awesome. If it were an ordinary woman, she might have to beg for mercy, right?

Although her body did not respond, Hosokawa Tamako still blushed and lowered her head.

After fully awakening, various abilities belonging to the dream demon gradually began to emerge.

She can now sense Tamaki Hikaru's mental state. If he falls asleep, Hosokawa Tamako can enter his dream at any time.

But this can’t be considered a good thing, right?

The mood that was initially filled with shyness and a little joy suddenly fell to the bottom again.

Hosokawa Tamako, Hosokawa Tamako, you have to control yourself. Don't damage Tamaki-san's body unless absolutely necessary.

People must learn restraint and be able to control themselves.

Eh? Why does this passage seem familiar? Have you said it before?

It was already the third time that Hosokawa Tamako was admonishing herself. She didn't notice at all. Every time she said this, she was slapped in the face very quickly.

After completing his brainwashing, Hosokawa Tamako raised his head, but met the eyes of another person.

Jōri Jinguji, who was sitting in the front row, was staring at her dimly at some unknown time.

Hosokawa Tamako subconsciously shrank away from her sight, Jinguji-san didn't seem to have a very good temper.

Did you expose something unconsciously? Staring at himself like this.

strangeness.

Jinguji Jori frowned, confusion written all over her face.

That female classmate was nothing special two days ago, so why does she seem to be tainted with the aura of evil today?

It doesn't look like a monster. But it doesn't look like it's caught by something else.

Ah, it's really troublesome. It's not easy to be a miko and onmyoji these days. You have to keep up with international trends and understand the latest monster intelligence.

That demon goddess Miyadera Jouri knows nothing about her power, and the same goes for this classmate, who is not their local Japanese demon.

If it was local, she would have

"Okay, Xiaoli, that kid is a good kid. Even if he turns into a monster by accident, it doesn't matter as long as he doesn't do harm to others."

The magatama glowed slightly, soothing Jinguji Jōri's somewhat troubled heart.

"Are you upset? Because you saw the scene just now?"

"I don't!"

Jinguji Jori's face quickly turned red. This mention reminded her of the scene she saw through the crack in the door.

A disheveled woman, Hikaru Tamaki squatting in front of the woman, weird sounds and liquids.

The pure Jinguji Jouri didn't know what he was doing specifically, but no matter how he thought about it, it was not something serious.

It was so unclean, it almost hurt her young and pure heart.

It's like stained white paper, and no matter how hard you wipe it, you can't erase the traces left behind.

"Keep calm, Xiaoli. Isn't it just a chaotic relationship between the sexes? Can't you just treat that scene as two people kissing?"

"It all means the same thing anyway, so there's no difference~"

How can it be the same! Don't associate a pure and beautiful kiss with this kind of thing!

Jinguji Jori covered her eyes, feeling a little sad inside.

"Sister, if you say this, how can I continue to read kissing scenes in comics?"

"Then, let's change the angle? If it's too early for that kind of thing, how about you try kissing too?"

Magatama made a rather strange proposal.

"If you get used to kissing, your acceptance of this kind of thing will also increase, right?"

"Now you blush when you see kiss, so you can't accept this kind of thing, but if you get used to kiss, this kind of thing will just make you blush, right?"

As long as something gets dirty quickly enough, it seems to Uncle Huang that it's just clear water.

Although this proposal was outrageous, it seemed to make some sense, but Jōri Jinguji was not so easily deceived.

"Isn't this bad? A miko must remain pure."

"But it's hard to restore your heart to purity, isn't it? Maybe this trick will work?"

Magatama's words made Jinguji Jouri silent, as if he had been sophistry.

"Besides, it's just a kiss, nothing will happen."

The bewitching voice echoed in Jinguji Jori's mind, and finally convinced her.

Then go ahead and try it. Just treat kissing as a normal thing and stay calm.

"But you still have to be careful about the person you kiss for the first time. After all, it is a precious first time. Does Xiaoli have any good candidates?"

"Sister, do you count?"

"Haha, just kidding, you can't kiss me even if you want to."

Jōri Jinguji just said casually that in her opinion, kissing is something that can only be done between men and women.

I never thought about kissing a girl or anything.

"Then it seems we can only trouble Tamaki-san. It just so happens that when you kiss him, use a little force and bite his lip, and you can get his blood."

"But how to do it?"

"What's so difficult about this? When you see him, just rush up to him, press him against the wall and kiss him."

Magatama's suggestion was so simple and crude that Jinguji Jouri couldn't help but wipe his forehead.

"Isn't this not good? It's a bit excessive."

"Then you can be gentler, walk up to him, and ask him: Can I kiss you? Then see if he answers."

"Forehead"

As he passionately discussed in his mind what he should do to kiss Tamaki Hikaru, Jinguji Jouri's thinking mode was unknowingly led astray. Inexplicably, my next goal has already been set.

The three girls sitting in the classroom each held their own thoughts and were wandering around.

But the center point around them all invariably focused on the same person.

The morning class was quickly spent in distraction. As the bell rang, the three of them stood up in unison.

"What are you going to do?"

Aitaniti and Jinguji Juri looked at each other, and there seemed to be sparks in their eyes.

As a woman, your intuition is never wrong.

"Can't I even go to the bathroom?"

Jinguji Jouri, who was originally as pure as glass, gradually began to learn to lie, although only to this dangerous witch.

"Hey, what about you, Yuzi? Why are you standing up in such a hurry?"

Aitaniti turned her head, and Hosokawa Tamako lowered her head with some guilt.

"Well, I made lunch for three people this morning, and I plan to go find Tamaki-san for dinner."

The reason is sufficient, well-founded, and convincing. It is completely different from that flat girl who always talks harshly.

"Are you stupid? Don't you have a mobile phone? Wouldn't it be better to just call him?"

"Yes."

Hosokawa Tamako sat down, took out her mobile phone, and made a call without realizing it.

"What about you? Why didn't you go to the bathroom? Could it be that you were refluxing back?"

Aitaniti looked at Juri Jinguji who was also sitting down and smiled sarcastically.

Jinguji Jori looked normal and ignored her.

Hey, you little bitch, I know you have evil intentions, so you still talk harshly?

Aitaniti sneered twice, sat down, and looked at Hosokawa Tamako, specifically the mobile phone in her hand.

The phone rang, and the other end quickly connected, and Tamaki Hikaru's voice came.

"Tamako? What's wrong?"

While speaking, there seemed to be a slight breathing sound.

Jinguji Jori subconsciously pricked up her ears. With her hearing, she could hear the voice on the phone even from such a distance.

"that."

Hosokawa Tamako quickly told him about lunch in a low voice, emphasizing that she had prepared a lunch for him.

"Ah, I'm sorry to bother you, but I don't have much appetite right now. Just eat. You don't have to wait for me."

"Eh?"

The phone was hung up, and Hosokawa Tamako felt a little regretful.

Jōri Jinguji stood up and walked toward the door, with Aitanee calling her from behind.

"What's wrong? Did you suddenly remember that you have to go to the toilet again?"

Ignoring it, Jinguji Jori left the classroom without looking back, and Aitaniti suppressed her smile.

Does this flat girl have no emotions at all?

No, as expected, she still couldn't let her be alone with Tamaki Hikaru, so Aitaniti followed her without saying a word.

In an instant, Hosokawa Tamako was the only one left, staring blankly at the backs of the two people leaving.

Why did they all run away suddenly? So what should she do now?

Looking at the bento for three people, Hosokawa Tamako felt troubled. This was all part of the "Excellence" package.

On the other side, Tamaki Hikaru had just hung up the phone and carefully raised his eyes to observe the things in front of him.

Exposed to the air, the fresh girl's organs were still active and squirming slowly.

He didn't refuse just now, he really didn't have the appetite to eat. Anyone who would scream at this scene is basically a pervert.

Tamaki Hikaru is not a pervert, he is just making interesting observations.

"Hey, how long do I have to stand here?"

Yachiyo Yayoi controlled the flesh and blood in her abdomen not to regenerate, and maintained this posture, but her feet were a little sore.

"I don't know either. Digestion should be a very slow process."

Tamaki Hikaru cut open a small section of intestines, took a look at it, and allowed Yachiyo Yayoi to heal it.

"But you're a little too slow. It's been a long time and it hasn't reached the intestines yet?"

"If you ask me, I don't know. Maybe they all flew out when I died?"

Yachiyo Yayoi looked indifferent.

There is a word in Buddhism called pink skull, which is used to remind the world that beauty will eventually turn into bones, and not to teach people to indulge in the appearance of flesh and blood.

But this matter is no longer a problem in the eyes of modern perverts. The illustrations of "skinny" beautiful girls can also make most nerds call them wives.

Looking at her lovely ribs, closed pubic bone, and huge pelvis, you can tell that this frame is not only virginal, but also a pear-shaped sports car.

Sometimes, there is nothing, but it gives people room for imagination.

On the contrary, people like Yachiyo Yayoi, who is half-immortal, can warn others even more by peeling off the bright and shiny skin of a person to reveal the appearance under the skin.

At least Tamaki Hikari has really entered sage mode without any feeling at all.

Underneath the girl's smooth skin was the same blood-red texture as that of ordinary people, and her stomach had never looked smaller and cute.

It fits the verse in the Diamond Sutra that many people have heard.

There is no sign of self, no sign of no one, no sign of living beings, no sign of life-span, a pink skull, white bones, skin and flesh.

The first four sentences are too profound, but the last two sentences are more straightforward and easier to understand.

No wonder the doctor profession has the highest probability of incompetence. If Tamaki Hikaru was asked to operate on others every day, he would not be able to do it.

No, why would he consider such a profound issue?

He quickly shook his head, closed his eyes and recalled in his mind the various cosplay photos of Hosokawa Tamako and the exciting dream last night.

After feeling the beating, Tamaki Hikaru breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that this kind of experiment cannot be done frequently, as it may easily affect his physical and mental health.

He had already begun to be affected. Why did Yachiyo Yayoi actually do it as soon as he agreed?

A somewhat annoyed Tamaki Hikaru scratched his head, no, I can't propose doing such a thing next time.

It's better to continue to discuss whether the undead can get ○, at least it only requires taking off clothes, not peeling off the skin.

Thinking about whether it would be feasible for him to suggest researching this to Yachiyo Yayoi next time, Tamaki Hikaru's attention was no longer on the body in front of him.

"dong dong dong"

"Tamagi-san, are you there?"

Outside the door, there was a knock on the door and a girl's voice.

　Sometimes I'm in a trance when I'm typing at night, and I accidentally type the heroine's name wrong. I hope everyone will forgive me.

　　If you change it, it will attract attention. If it is a normal chapter, I will still change it.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)