My Tokyo Love Game Has Big Problems

Chapter 123 How good is her skill?

The car stopped at the famous Shinjuku Kabuki Ichibancho in Tokyo.

It's still a bit early at this time, the sun hasn't set yet, and it's not yet time to start construction on this famous Happy Street.

Tamaki Hikaru got out of the car and looked at the flower street before the neon lights, as well as the vague glances from the roadside, and couldn't help but feel guilty.

Although he was mentally prepared, he didn't look like an adult, and it felt like passers-by might report him at any time.

"Just playing half a game."

Tamaki Hikaru muttered quietly.

He's not a rookie who doesn't know anything. Although Kabukicho is a famous happy street, real veterans usually don't come here.

Without him, the vegetarian and meat dishes are priced at half a set at most, which is only suitable for freshness and business entertainment.

Although it is expensive, it makes the chicken look good, and eating less makes it look like the money is well spent.

All in all, as a poor man in the past, Tamaki Hikaru despised this kind of behavior that relied on external packaging that had nothing to do with the main drama to drive up the price of goods.

"What are you thinking about?"

Imadegawa Himetsu sat in the car and poked Tamaki Hikari's lower back with something in her hand.

"What are you doing standing there? Holding an umbrella."

The thing Imadegawa Himetsu used to poke him was the black parasol that Tamaki Hikaru had seen several times.

Naoko seemed to have no intention of getting out of the car, so the task of holding the umbrella was handed over to Tamaki Hikaru.

Vampires are indeed very troublesome.

Tamaki Hikari opened the umbrella, covering Imadegawa Himetsuki from the warm sunshine and casting a shadow.

Imadegawa Himezuki stretched out her legs wrapped in stockings and stepped on the ground.

Her college uniform was more cumbersome and thicker than others, and except for her pretty face and hands, no trace of skin was exposed.

Although sunlight can't kill her, no one likes the feeling of being burned by flames.

Except Yachiyo Yayoi.

It is this piece of clothing with a special design that makes Imadegawa Himezuki look like a special cosplayer.

There are many people wearing cosplay costumes on the streets in Tokyo, but in Kabukicho, it basically means only one thing.

Which store is this from? When did such a beautiful seedling need to go into the sea? Wouldn’t it be better to just become a model or actor?

Surprised eyes gathered like a swarm of bees attracted by flowers, and Hikaru Tamaki, who was standing next to the car holding an umbrella, was also noticed by many people.

Don’t get me wrong, although there is a Cowherd shop on this street, it’s not what I’m looking for.

The eyes of some young ladies who were resting and getting ready for the evening work were glowing green when they looked at Tamaki Hikari.

No matter how good-looking a woman is, she is still a competitor, but men are different.

There is no doubt that they have reversed the relationship between Tamaki Hikaru and Imadegawa Himetsu.

I mistakenly thought that Imadegawa Himetsuki was the young lady who was brought out by the rich second generation.

They gathered together in a complex and somewhat scrutinizing way, with unhidden malice and jealousy.

Imadegawa Himetsuki frowned, raised her head and looked around, her wine-red eyes slightly showing blood.

Everyone who met his gaze shivered instantly, turning their heads and not daring to look directly at him. An unreasonable sense of fear suddenly rose in their hearts.

"Okay, let's go."

After clearing away these annoying eyes, Imadegawa Himezuki lowered her head slightly.

Just as Tamaki Hikaru was about to lift his feet, the hand holding the umbrella was pulled over by Imadegawa Himetsuki.

"Do you know how to hold an umbrella? Come closer. Do you want me to burn it in front of so many people?"

As he spoke, he naturally hugged Tamaki Hikaru's arm, and the distance between the two was infinitely shortened.

Tamaki Hikaru silently glanced at the umbrella in his hand. The last time he opened the umbrella, it seemed that Yachiyo Yayoi's whole body was pressed against his body.

But it was different from that time. This time it was just holding hands normally.

"What's wrong? You didn't move even one step. Did you suddenly flinch?"

"Because you want to enter the custom street?"

Imadegawa Himetsuki seemed to have gotten over the major defeat in the car just now, and her signature smirk appeared on her lips again.

"How could it be? I was just looking forward to what a succubus custom shop would be like."

"On your side, it wouldn't be a good idea to enter a place like this with me, right?"

Tamaki Hikari glanced at her, and the two walked towards Kabukicho.

"Haha, what's wrong?"

Thick and delicate clothes are not only a good helper for Imadegawa Himetsuki to resist the sun, but they are also the armor that supports her cold and arrogant look.

When Imadegawa Himetsuki appears in public, she will not show any signs of disgrace or fear.

It's just a trivial matter.

"Hello sir, our store just opened today, are you interested in taking a look?"

A slim woman in a bunny girl costume held a sign in one hand and rushed towards the enthusiastic one.

Before the sound came, the surge of the waves arrived first, and then the leaflets were handed over along with the shaking.

"Sorry, I already have a female companion."

Tamaki Hikaru waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need it.

If you accept the other party's flyer, you may be pestered by the other party for a long time.

"It doesn't matter, we can also pick up guests with female companions."

The other party patted his chest and said, the waves of passion surging like ocean waves.

Um? Are all the half-suit shops so good now?

Tamaki Hikaru glanced down subconsciously. There were indeed many tricks, from basic free-playing to multiplayer sitcom-style play, and even simulated shooting.

It seems that the emerging acg culture is also of great help to these traditional industries.

However, Tamaki Hikaru had something serious to do today, so he slightly pushed Imadegawa Himetsuki with his elbow, signaling her to scare away the solicitor.

But she didn't respond. Tamaki Hikaru unexpectedly turned his head and saw Imadegawa Himetsuki in a daze.

"what to do?"

He whispered in her ear and poked her twice to wake her up.

"He said we don't need it, can't you hear him?"

The bunny girl who was trying her best to sell her products met the red eyes of Imadegawa Himetsuki, and her bunny ears shrank in fear on the spot.

"sorry Sorry sorry!"

The repeated behavior of bowing down and apologizing made Tamaki Hikaru wonder if Imadegawa Himetsuki had used too much force.

"Are you angry?"

It wasn't until he walked a little further that Tamaki Hikari could still hear a faint apology behind him.

"No."

Imadegawa Himetsuki decisively denied his speculation, and her expression returned to normal.

"I just feel that they are wearing so little and wandering around the streets openly. Don't you feel ashamed?"

Tamaki Hikaru laughed dumbly and complained.

"You have less fabric than what they wear at night, right?"

Although she is a bunny girl, at least she has a deep V swimsuit and pantyhose. Imadegawa Himetsuki At night, all she had on under her coat was a pair of suspenders and hot pants.

Although it is a normal outfit, it is not much at all.

"This is different, okay?"

Imadegawa Himetsuki shook her head.

"I won't just walk around in the crowd dressed like this, okay?"

"Besides, is there anything wrong with my appearance?"

Imadegawa Himetsu stared at Tamaki Hikaru closely, not knowing what was going on in her mind.

"No, of course not."

Tamaki Hikaru immediately denied that even if there were only a few threads left in some swimsuits, they were still swimsuits and could be worn openly.

"So what's wrong with me saying they have no shame?"

Imadegawa Jiyue withdrew her gaze with satisfaction and secretly stroked her chest.

When had she ever been as shameless as these people? She is well dressed.

Wear more on the outside and wear less on the inside. Wear more on the inside and less on the outside. It’s very balanced.

"Well, isn't this normal? This is a custom street after all."

Tamaki Hikaru doesn't think there's anything shameful about this. After all, this is what he does. Now that the industry is getting involved, it's normal to work harder.

Besides, if they don't show it, why don't you cough?

The two no longer discussed whether these people had any such thing as shame, and followed Imodegawa Himetsuki's footsteps.

Finally, the two stopped at the door of a luxuriously decorated bubble bath shop, which seemed to be the largest shop in Shinjuku.

Compared with other stores of this type that have smaller doors and signboards, it actually makes the signboard very loud.

Is this the succubus custom shop?

Tamaki Hikaru raised his head and glanced twice. It's not that he was violating the rules, but he just felt that he was so arrogant.

He thought it would be a mysterious shop that opened in a relatively mysterious and remote corner and used strange means to obscure its location.

"Sorry, we are not open for business yet, and we only entertain members customers."

Imadegawa Himetsuki was about to take Hikari Tamaki in, but the security guard at the door stopped him with his hand.

"Your boss should have informed you that there will be special guests coming this afternoon, right?"

The state was strange, not like a young girl who would appear in such a place. The other party did not want to pay attention to this sentence.

But Imadegawa Himetsuki's pair of strange red eyes, coupled with the faint sense of majesty in her tone, still made him press the intercom.

After a low-pitched exchange, the man turned around and gave way to the road, bending down and bowing.

"I'm very sorry. I was rude just now. Please come in."

The luxurious door was opened, but there were some deep and narrow passages inside.

The curtains decorated with golden beads still reflected a faint light under the lightless tunnel.

Behind every curtain, there is a glowing photo frame on the wall.

The people in the photo frame are all charming, each showing a different style, the girl next door, the sister next door, the gentle wife.

The deeper you go, the different women in the photo frame become more enchanting in their postures and their clothes become more revealing.

However, Tamaki Hikaru still felt that something was not quite right.

The people in the photo frame do have their own styles, and all of them are of a level that can be called teachers in the industry like Hashimoto and Mikami.

But what if they are succubi? That's still a big gap.

As someone who has had close contact with the Dream Demon, Hikaru Tamaki has a strong say.

Although they are all very good, they don't have the feeling that Hosokawa Tamako exudes from the inside out, a feeling full of desire.

Just like in the book, some painters don't look good enough at first glance, so they can only make up for it elsewhere.

And some painters don't need any complicated plots at all. The simple Emperor Wei Wen can also make people social security through purely sentimental paintings.

Even though they are also photos, Hosokawa Tamako's photos have a more astringent feeling than those on the wall.

Could it be fake?

After opening another curtain, my eyes suddenly fell into darkness, losing the last faint light.

In the darkness, the pink and purple corridor lights gradually lit up, decorating the empty hall.

"A rare visitor, a rare visitor. I really didn't expect that I would receive you on such a day."

Under the dim and ambiguous pink lamp, the figure of a beautifully dressed woman gradually appeared, her voice was a little hoarse.

"The eldest lady of the Imadegawa family, may I ask which girl of mine you have fallen in love with today?"

"Oh, so it's not you who wants it, but it's for the young man beside you?"

The crisp collision sound of clogs and the glass floor gradually sounded, and Tamaki Hikaru finally saw the figure clearly.

Dressed like an oiran in the Edo period, the complicated and gorgeous twelve-piece kimono was dragged on the ground, and various headdresses tied up her white hair.

The wrists and neck were covered with pale white powder, and the face was as pale as a death and extremely old.

With the heavy headdress and clothes, Tamaki Hikaru even suspected that this aging body might be crushed to death at any time.

It turns out that the hoarseness is not from cigarette smoke, but from real aging, but

"Are you sure this is a succubus custom shop?"

Tamaki Hikaru said in a low voice, no matter how you look at it, this is just an ordinary bubble bath shop with a relatively gorgeous and thoughtful decoration.

Moreover, Mamasang is still an old and disgraceful old woman, which is even more strange.

Could this old woman in front of me be a succubus? If it was true, Tamaki Hikaru would be curious about how good her skills would be before people would be willing to order her.

"Don't worry, I won't take you to the wrong place."

Imade Kawahime's moon face did not change color, and she spoke calmly.

"You don't have to ask so many questions. I want to see your baby. Come on, don't waste my time."

The smile on the face of the old woman in front of her remained unchanged, but there was a hint of polite refusal on her lips.

"You actually know my baby, you should know how precious I am to her, this"

"Oh, you can pick up guests, but you can't let me see you?"

Imadegawa Himetsu's face seemed a little unkind. After she came in, she didn't need an umbrella and she no longer held Tamaki Hikaru's hand.

"I told you, don't waste my time. I'm just here to meet you. If you don't want this store anymore, don't open it."

Straightforward threats are often more useful than various discussions.

The aging madam's smile faltered, and she did not dare to say anything more. She just moved slowly and pressed the elevator button.

"Then please follow me, old woman."

The streamlined elevator is embedded in the wall and seems to be integrated with the ambiguous atmosphere of the hall.

After entering the elevator, Tamaki Hikaru could smell the stench of aging that could not be concealed under the thick white powder.

If he is like this, Imadegawa Himetsuki, who has a keen sense of smell, seems to be even worse.

Only then did Tamaki Hikaru notice that Imadegawa Himetsuki's eyebrows had been frowning and her fingers were shaking since she came in.

It was okay on the street, but after entering the store, the slightly weird fragrance never left, which should be used to modulate mood.

This must be very unbearable for her, right?

Tamaki Hikaru was a little apologetic, and reached out to hold Imadegawa Himetsu's hand, helping her soothe her fingers that were shaking due to discomfort.

The girl turned around in surprise. After seeing Tamaki Hikaru's eyes, she took two steps back slightly and got closer.

　The last chapter is about five hundred words short, and even some toe-biting details are not that important.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)