I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Where...how can...it's you who wants to squat like this, I'm looking at it openly."

Araki Sousuke, who was dumbfounded at first, immediately turned his head awkwardly.

"I'm so thirsty, please buy me an iced coffee! I want the limited edition of BOSS black coffee cherry blossom season... just take it as compensation for peeping at me."

Yuki Saya said so.

"Why should I invite you to drink coffee? You, a woman, suddenly came over by yourself, and you must have no good intentions."

Araki Sousuke protested angrily.

"He stayed upstairs in the hotel on a business trip, and happened to see a familiar person squatting downstairs before coming down."

Hearing what she said, Araki Sousuke looked up at the Metropolitan Hotel in Ikebukuro behind him.

Do you live in such a high-end hotel...

He turned around, only to find that Yuki Saya was looking at himself pitifully with a pair of big eyes full of tears: "My...you keep it well?"

"Pfft... Cough cough cough... That kind of thing, of course, is in a fresh-keeping bag... No, it's thrown away in a garbage bag."

A large amount of smoke spewed out from Araki Sosuke's nostrils.

"Obviously you accepted someone's panties that day, but now you want to turn your face and deny him?"

"Don't say such misleading words, you said that you threw it to me!"

...

five minutes later.

"Thank you for your patronage, welcome to visit next time..."

The electric sliding door of the convenience store opened, and Sousuke Araki came out holding the "BOSS Black Coffee Cherry Blossom Season Limited Edition" and sighed.

"What a troublesome woman, I was led by the nose at all..."

Seeing Araki Sousuke walking out of the convenience store with coffee, Yuuki Saya immediately ran towards him and took the coffee in his hand with a smile.

"Thank you, pervert-san who likes to peep."

Unscrewing the bottle cap, Yuki Saya seemed very thirsty, and drank the bottle of black coffee in one gulp.

"Who is the perverted sang...you drink slowly, I'll go first..."

Araki Sousuke moved quietly, approaching his own motorcycle, intending to run away.

For some reason, his intuition told him that the woman in front of him was a poppy flower.

Beautiful and alluring, yet deadly.

Just as he was putting on his helmet and starting the engine, someone sat heavily on the back seat of his motorcycle.

"You take me to drag racing!"

Looking back, Saya Yuki in the back seat was cheering him with a sunny smile.

"What are you talking about, didn't you see that I was working?"

"please……"

Saya Yuki wrapped his arms around his waist like a tree.

"Don't hug me so tightly... No matter how much you beg me, you must get off my car here today..."

Araki Sousuke moved his body away and turned his head away...

Yuki Saya stared at him pitifully with her big eyes glistening with tears.

He was stunned.

Then, with tears in his eyes, Yuki Saya said shocking words in an indifferent tone: "Anyway, this car of yours is also a deck..."

"Who... who got the deck, don't talk nonsense... This is a regular company's car."

"When you went to buy coffee just now, they took a lot of photos and uploaded them to the mailbox. Press this send button and you can report it to the police station."

Beads of sweat continued to emerge from Araki Sousuke's forehead.

This car is not his own.

In case of being reported to have stolen the license plate, not only will the job be lost, but also compensation for breach of contract, a large amount of fines and imprisonment will be faced.

There is no place on his body to accommodate a new tattoo to bring in and escape from prison.

Besides, it is inevitable to take a bath in prison, and soap is used in the bath, and the soap may fall off...

In a trance, he saw himself in the envious eyes of the inmates inside the prison window, like a little girl hooking her finger on the big man's trouser pocket and following behind.

Wiping the sweat pouring from the gap of the helmet to his neck, he took another peek at the poor teak Saya in the back seat.

Or kill this woman and sink under the Senju Bridge?

Wait, killing and throwing corpses seems to be a more serious crime...

"Boom...boom boom..."

"Wow... Hooray!"

Accompanied by teak Saya's victory cheers, the black heavy locomotive ejected at an extremely fast speed.

...

Three hours later.

Outside the Hotel Metropolitan Ikebukuro.

"You desperate woman... don't drag me into the water if you don't want to live! My uncle asked for leave from the distribution station to accompany you crazy..."

After parking the car, Sousuke Araki took off his helmet and looked at Saya Yuki slightly panting.

Three hours ago, the two set off from Ikebukuro all the way to the Wangan Line of the Metropolitan Expressway known as the "Tokyo Underground Track".

Since there are many straight lines on the elevated roads on the Wangan Line, and the road conditions are excellent, it can be called a professional track in the middle of the night when there is less traffic, and it is a paradise for bosozoku around Tokyo.

As soon as they got on the Wangan Line, Saya Yuki became visibly excited and kept asking Sousuke Araki to speed up and overtake.

Just when Sousuke Araki's speed reached 260 kilometers per hour, this "crazy woman" without a helmet let go of his hand, and she was almost thrown out as she embraced the wind with her arms open.

At that moment, Sousuke Araki, who was so frightened, even thought of the escape route after abandoning the corpse, making an alibi, cleaning the fingerprints on the motorcycle, and going back to Yokohama to go to sea to avoid the limelight for a while...

Fortunately, he pulled her back.

Saya Yuki got out of the car and tied her long brown hair that was blown messily by the wind into a ponytail, revealing her white and elegant nape like a swan.

"I had a great time just now..."

"Don't say such misleading words..."

She stretched her waist, showing the alluring and criminal curves to the fullest.

"Would you like to go up for a cup of coffee?"

Putting a finger on her lower lip, Saya Yuki's winking eyes stared straight at Sousuke Araki.

"Drink... drink coffee...?"

Being stared at by her like this, a picture inexplicably appeared in Araki Sousuke's mind.

Yuki Saya was only wearing a large white shirt, showing her slender white thighs, sucking her fingers, and asked, "coffee, tea, or me?"

This... Could this be the legendary Joyo Joyo...

Heh heh, since you asked this question, today my uncle will have a hearty...

Sousuke Araki frowned slightly, blushed, covered his mouth and coughed lightly, and was about to blurt out the word "OK".

"Just kidding... Could it be that you really plan to come up?"

Seeing his expression, Saya Yuki burst into a smile.

"Tch, I don't intend to do that at all."

As soon as he lost his momentum, Sousuke Araki started the car with some disappointment, ready to run away.

Then, the corner of his clothes was grabbed again.

"Give me your phone..."

Saya Yuki puffed her cheeks and said.

"What are you doing?"

Araki Sousuke had a bad feeling.

E-payment scam?

"It's just adding a line...you won't have it, don't you, are you that old antique?"

"I...Of course I have, but that thing consumes a lot of data traffic, and I don't use it very much..."

As a communication software commonly used by Japanese people, Araki Sousuke naturally has a Line account because he was often asked to join a group in order to arrange work.

Soon, Saya Yuki added Araki Sousuke as a friend.

Just after Sousuke Araki rode his bicycle for a certain distance, someone behind him sneered.

"The lonesome hunk of astringent classics? Such a dirty ID..."

"You 'Sea God Saya Sauce' are not much better!"

Seeing the back of Araki Sousuke leaving by bicycle, the corners of Yuzuki Saya's slightly raised lips evoked a slight smile.