In the business living room, a middle-aged woman was resting on the bar.
She was wearing a bright red V-neck top and a shiny gold chain around her neck, with a hint of luxury in her decadence.
The hem of the shirt was slightly lifted up, revealing a small piece of white lower back, showing an alluring curve.
She rested her arms on her head, her short brown hair was mixed with some silver gray, and her eyes were closed on her heavily made-up face, as if she was immersed in a sweet dream.
The light fell softly, adding a bit of loneliness to his mature and weathered face.
There was a glass on the bar, with half a glass of amber whiskey still remaining in it, reflecting a faint light.
The air was mixed with the strong smell of alcohol and smoke, making it seem inexplicably dull.
In the ashtray full of cigarette butts, a cigarette that had burned to the end was still smoking stubbornly, and the rising blue-gray smoke hovered leisurely in the air.
For some reason, the bar didn't seem to be open today, and only the hostess stayed here alone.
Shinjo-ka put down the shopping bag in her hand, walked forward, picked up the glass, and poured the remaining wine in it into the ashtray.
With the sound of "呲~", the flames of the cigarette were extinguished. Shinjo Chiaki also woke up from her sleep and sat up from the bar in a confused way.
"Eh~~Xiaoxiang...? Are you back?"
Her voice was full of exhaustion and surprise, and her hazy expression still contained a bit of drunkenness, not yet fully awake.
Shinjoka stared at her expressionlessly, his eyes fixed on the corners of her eyes, sharp and cold, "Where did you get the dark blue at the corners of your eyes?"
"Huh? Oh, this..."
Chiaki Shinjo touched the corners of his eyes and said nonchalantly: "Well, I met a guest who didn't understand the rules a few days ago, so that's it."
Shinjouxiang frowned and said in a colder voice: "Were you beaten?"
"Hmm~~ To be precise, it was a fight, right? That person was seriously injured, so I hate strangers." Chiaki Shinjo complained and let out a long sigh.
"Where are those regular customers from the past?" Shintiao Xiang asked.
"They were all snatched away by young girls from other stores." Chiaki Shinjo shrugged and said helplessly: "After all, men are naturally creatures that like the new and hate the old, so this is normal."
Speaking of this, Chiaki Shinjou became a little more awake.
She took out a Seven Star cigarette from the cigarette case on the table, lit it and took a deep breath. The soft fragrance of the cigarette immediately spread in the air.
"So, Xiaoxiang, are you planning to move back in? I've been cleaning your room."
"I'll stop by to pick up something and I'll leave later."
"Is that so..." Chiaki Shinjou's eyes dimmed slightly, and he smiled mockingly: "Finally, even you abandoned me..."
After a pause, she continued:
"Anyway, it's rare for you to come back today, Xiaoxiang. Do you want to stay for a meal? There are no guests right now, so I can make octopus sausage for you~"
Shinjoka didn't say anything, and sat down directly in front of the bar, saying calmly: "In addition to octopus sausage, I also want to eat tamagoyaki."
The corners of Shinjou Chiaki's eyes rose slightly, and a smile flashed across his tired face.
She put out the cigarette between her lips in the ashtray and promised softly: "Understood~"
…
Due to business needs, the bar usually provides some dishes to go with drinks.
Using the ingredients stored in the refrigerator, Chiaki Shinjo quickly and skillfully prepared a simple meal.
The hot dishes exude an enticing smell, whetting your appetite.
The mother and daughter sat opposite each other across the bar.
There was dim music and whispers coming from the surrounding bars, making the place even more deserted.
One of them poured himself a glass of wine, while the other enjoyed the food quietly.
Chiaki Shinjo leaned against the bar, holding his cheek with one hand and gently shaking the cup with the other.
The ice cubes collided in the cup, making a crisp sound, just like her complicated thoughts at the moment.
Although she is over forty, her appearance is still attractive, but the heavy makeup and bruises on her face are a bit abrupt.
Time has left a few invisible wrinkles on her face, but it has added a mature charm, which is why she has been able to open a bar in Kabukicho for so many years.
Seeing that Shinjoka still had no intention of speaking, Shinjo Chiaki casually found a topic in an attempt to break the solemn atmosphere.
"I hope you won't mind if I guess wrong. Xiaoxiang, have you broken up with the man who raised you?"
Shintiao Xiang lowered his head, stirring the food on the plate with one hand, and answered softly: "No."
"So how are you doing recently? Are you still in school?"
"have."
"oh……"
Chiaki Shinjo took a sip of wine and then asked: "Then what? How did you meet that person? Is it through your father?"
Shinjoka stopped her taiko, raised her head with a slight frown, and after a brief eye contact, asked: "...What do you mean?"
"Okay, okay, I've known for a long time that you're doing daddy's work, and there's no need to hide it now, right?"
Shinjo Chiaki said with a bitter smile on his lips.
"Let me think about it, you probably started in the first year of high school, right? You may think you have hidden it well, but some problems have been exposed long ago.
For example, you sometimes don't reply to my messages in time, or you don't ask me for living expenses when I forget to give you, or even if you occasionally borrow money from me, you can still pay it back in the end...
You, a girl who is not working part-time, can still repay tens of thousands of yen every month. This is unreasonable no matter how you think about it, right?
If I hadn't realized the problem like this, I would have lived so many years in vain."
"..."
Shintiao Xiang was silent for a while, and then asked calmly: "Why didn't you say it before?"
"What can I say?"
Shinjo Chiaki chuckled, with a bit of sadness and self-mockery on his face.
"After all, am I not making money by selling my looks to men? As a failed mother, I still understand that I am not qualified to make irresponsible remarks to you."
After she finished speaking, she took a sip of whiskey, feeling the burning sensation in her throat, and said in a slightly lower voice than before:
"Although it may be a little late for me to say this now, I still want to apologize to you.
Sorry for not giving you a good living environment.
If you don't have a bitch mother like me,
If you are not accompanied by those "fathers" who covet your body,
Your life will definitely take a completely different path from what it is now..."
Her voice was slightly harsh in the room, making people feel nervous.
Shinjoka was indifferent to this and just clenched the tachyon slightly.
"...It doesn't matter if you want to describe yourself as a bitch, but don't say that in front of me. I don't see myself as the daughter of a bitch."
As the girl spoke, she lowered her head, took a piece of octopus sausage and put it into her mouth, her expression as calm as if the topic just now was just a casual conversation.
Shinjo Chiaki looked at her with squinted drunken eyes, and asked a little lonely: "Is that man now treating you well?"
Shintōka responded succinctly: "This has nothing to do with you."
"Yes..." Shinjo Chiaki nodded slightly, his voice so soft that it was almost inaudible.
After the conversation was interrupted, an unspeakable silence filled the two parties.
In order to ease the unknowingly heavy atmosphere, Chiaki Shinjo poured himself another glass of wine and joked without saying anything.
"By the way, Xiaoxiang, you seem to have joined a charity organization that specializes in helping little girls, right?
Ah~ it’s good to be young, I really hope someone can help aunties like us.”
Shinjoka raised his eyes and stared at her, "What's the use of helping an alcoholic aunt? There's no tomorrow for people like you."
As if he was used to his daughter's attitude, Shinjo Chiaki retorted with a smile:
"Huh? I think my situation is a professional requirement, right? A mom who doesn't drink with customers won't have customers~"
"Before you say something like that next time, you might as well pour the wine out of the glass."
"Huh? What this means is, Xiaoxiang, will you come to see me again in the future...?"
"Won't."
Shinjoka said two words coldly, then took out about 200,000 in cash from his wallet and put it on the table, "This is the meal fee, you can keep it."
After saying that, she picked up her things, ignored Shinjo Chiaki's surprise, and got up and left without hesitation.
Stopped a taxi on the side of the road and explained the destination to the driver——
The girl sitting in the back seat finally relaxed her shoulders, leaned weakly on the car door, and stared through the window at the fading Kabukicho.
The lights there are vivid and lively, like a never-ending movie.
She looked out the window at the night scene, as if she were looking at a world that had nothing to do with her.
An indescribable emotion gradually rose from the bottom of her heart, making her breathing become heavy.
She bent down slightly, folded her arms with both hands, her petite body trembled slightly in the car, but did not make any sound.
The taxi drove through the night, taking her far away.
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The days passed peacefully.
In the evening at the end of June, Masato Yamazaki once again started his entertainment activities.
He recently discovered a new target on Twitter.
The other person seems to be an active JK who once worked as a father. Then he retired for some time for unknown reasons, but now he is back again and is extremely popular.
He sent the other party a private message with the intention of giving it a try, but to his surprise, he actually received a reply!
The only drawback was that the other party's asking price was a little high. It was only 100,000 yuan, which was almost as good as some better custom shops. This made him hesitate because he was cash-strapped.
However, that akane-chan's figure was incredible, and her identity as an active JK was also quite tempting, so he couldn't help but be tempted.
So he gritted his teeth and agreed to the price, and then immediately discussed with the other party the location for the interview.
The two parties finally decided to meet at Shinjuku Station.
When Masato Yamazaki arrived at his destination, a petite girl immediately caught his attention.
The other party has short flaxen hair and a sweet and cute face that is very endearing.
She wore a simple white shirt and pleated skirt, which highlighted her curvy figure. The exaggerated H-cup bulge under the shirt was very eye-catching.
She glanced around gently, occasionally taking out her phone to check, with a somewhat uneasy expression on her face. Her outstanding appearance made her stand out among the crowd.
Is it this person?
Yamazaki Masato couldn't help but groan, he couldn't imagine that such a high-quality girl would be the one he made a date with.
He took out his cell phone, repeatedly compared the photos on Twitter with the girl in front of him, and then hesitantly walked forward.
"Um...are you Xiao Qian?"
"ah!"
Facing his conversation, the girl took a small step back as if she was frightened, and looked at his face anxiously, and asked timidly:
"Please, who are you...?"
This is too shy.
Yamazaki Masato scratched his cheek and lowered his voice and said:
"Well... sorry if I'm wrong, but I made an appointment with someone on Twitter to meet here, but I just don't know if it's you."
The girl exclaimed: "Could you be... Mr. Yamazaki?"
"Yes, that's me! So you are indeed Xiao Qian, right? I am the one who booked you. Please give me some advice."
"Okay, okay, hello, I'm Qian, please give me some advice."
The girl lowered her eyes so as not to meet him, slightly raised her shoulders, and said solemnly:
"Well... I have a severe communication disorder... I only have one or two friends in school... It's really difficult to talk to others... Please forgive me."
Her arms were unconsciously clamped, and her raised chest became turbulent, creating a strong visual impact and making people feel excited.
Yamazaki Masato couldn't help but choked, and at the same time he thought to himself, "No wonder."
After all, cute girls like this can get as much money as they want. There is absolutely no need to come to do daddy work, but if it is social fear, it is a different matter.
Frankly speaking, he was really stunned by this sudden surprise at the moment, and the image of a girl with an obscene figure and a submissive vagina naturally emerged in his mind.
And this little girl's appearance, figure, and personality all fit his taste perfectly. She was simply dancing on his xp!
——It makes people want to stop!
Masato Yamazaki swallowed calmly and showed a kind smile.
"Okay, okay, you don't need to be so nervous. Anyway, let's not stand here anymore. Why don't I buy you something to drink first."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, trying to put his hand on the other person's shoulder, but was dodged by him.
The girl said nervously: "Well... the access control time of my house is strict, so you can't go home too late... If you can, please start earlier..."
Yamazaki Masato was not surprised but happy. It would be better to say that this was just what he wanted.
"Ahaha, so that's it? Okay, there is a hotel near here that I often go to. Xiao Qian, come with me."
As he spoke, he stepped forward and walked forward majestically. The socially fearful girl followed closely behind.
They chose a room at a nearby love hotel and went to the corresponding floor.
"This is it, Xiaoqian."
"That...about the cost of dad's living..."
"Don't worry, I won't pay you a penny less, and depending on your performance, Xiaoqian, I may give you more~~?"
"Well...thank you Mr. Yamazaki."
"Don't worry about this little thing, just go in."
"……OK."
Yamazaki Masato politely let the girl enter the room first, and then he followed in stride.
He impatiently locked the door, and just as he was about to turn around, something cold and hard hit his lower back.
Immediately afterwards——
Crack, crackle!
With a crisp sound like sparks exploding, his body suddenly became stiff and he fell to the ground with a "plop".
As his field of vision gradually expanded, the socially fearful girl was looking down at him with contemptuous eyes, and the stun gun in her hand was also dancing with blue electric sparks.
"...Xiao...Akane...?"
Yamazaki Masato's lips moved, and then his vision went dark and he didn't know anything anymore.