Tokyo Tycoon, Start as a Writer

Chapter 104 The next day, the aftertaste is moving

If you stay in Tokyo for a long time, you will find that the rain here always comes suddenly and goes suddenly, just like the changeable weather of Shinsako Matsueda.

On the morning of the 3rd, Kiyoaki Matsueda took the earliest flight back to Tokyo and took a taxi from the airport back home at around ten in the morning.

When I pushed open the door to the yard, Matsueda Shinsako was still lying on the lounge chair in the corridor of the tea room, squinting her eyes, humming a song, and tapping her little hands in the air.

Her little hands are smooth and soft, and feel like white jade.

Two slender fingers gently tapped the air, showing a comfortable posture as if they had stolen a half-day of leisure from their busy life.

"Waiting all night long, harboring hatred until dawn, the listener is also troubled..."

The mistress, alone at home, sang boudoir songs.

A few strands of slightly wet black hair softly stuck to her delicate and noble face.

This lazy and relaxed posture made her seemingly innate coldness less severe, and gave her a more friendly feeling, like a gentle wife next door.

A real wife is so charming.

After humming a few lines, Matsueda Shinsako fell silent, staring at the depressing autumn rain with half-open eyes.

She is waiting for someone here.

She didn't say she was lonely, but people with sensitive natures should be able to see it at a glance.

Because her face at this moment showed a childish loneliness, a very innocent loneliness.

"I'm back." Kiyoaki Matsueda greeted with a smile.

He is a sensitive person by nature.

"..."

Matsueda Masako stopped humming and turned her head to look at him.

Seeing his refreshed look, the mistress blushed, and then glared at him fiercely: "I'm in a bad mood, don't show up in front of me these few days, otherwise don't blame me for scolding you at any time!"

After saying that, she hurriedly got up, put on her shoes, and ran back to her room.

Matsueda Kiyoaki rolled his eyes, then complained with a sigh: "Should I say she is a complete tsundere, or is she just a novice and loves to play. Oh, I'll have to give in to her in the future. No matter what, she is. No, unless she gives in, I won't let her..."

I carried my luggage back to my room and took out my newly bought computer to prepare materials for the afternoon lecture.

Today is November 11rd, the day when the Waseda Cultural Festival begins. Kiyoaki Matsueda promised Professor Kiyono that he would go back to serve as a student representative.

Turn on the computer and look at the screen.

My fingertips rested on the keyboard for a long time, but I still couldn't type a single word.

After a moment, he simply stopped thinking and looked out the window.

It is cloudy and rainy in Tokyo today, just like the weather in Kyoto last night.

Thinking of Kyoto last night, all that flashed through my mind was Kaoru's tall, plump, white body.

She sat on the tatami, wearing white socks, and raised her bare right foot in front of him.

The beauty of those small feet can be called a work of art.

Exquisite foot shape, tender skin, soft soles...

The crystal clear and round toes are arranged like five pink little balls of flesh, making people want to play with them.

And the touch of her fingertips, white, tender and cool...

Finally, Xunzi, freed from all restraints, looks unrestrained and lively.

After calming down, both parties enjoyed the kind of tiredness that drifted between the bed and the confused and confused state.

As if she was embarrassed by her previous gaffe, Fumiko slightly arched her back and picked up her messy kimono to cover her chest and waist.

The afterglow left her in a state of mild paralysis all over her body. No man could help but feel pity for such a woman.

Kiyoaki Matsueda put his hand on her shoulders and gently hugged her.

The woman, as if in a state of light anesthesia, came close to him without resistance and surrendered herself to him completely. She seemed to have forgotten her previous recklessness and enthusiasm, and closed her eyes with the docile attitude of a puppy, enjoying his caress.

I don’t know if other men would ask this, but Kiyoaki Matsueda did.

"how do you feel?"

Although he could tell she was enjoying it, without even asking, he still wanted to confirm it verbally.

Xunzi turned her back to him and said nothing.

It was as if she was too embarrassed to say it out loud, and also as if she didn't want him to be so proud.

The problem is, the more a woman resists shyness, the more a man wants to hear it clearly.

"Do you like it?" Matsueda Kiyoaki asked again.

What a childish guy... Xunzi muttered to herself, with her back to him, but she couldn't help but smile, and shouted excitedly in her heart: "It's the first time, um, the first time, haha..."

"What's going on?" Kiyoaki Matsueda asked anxiously.

Xunzi looked like she had no idea what he was asking, so she let him reach out his hand and try to tickle her. She was so scared that she twisted her body slightly and angrily scolded him, "Don't move. I don't have the energy to play with you anymore..."

"Like?" Matsueda Kiyoaki asked again.

"Didn't I tell you that - you're so annoying!" Xunzi still refused to give in verbally.

Matsueda Kiyoaki joked. "You didn't look like a nasty person just now..."

"Do you mean that my body can easily submit to you?" Xunzi's tone of voice sounded a bit masochistic.

Her body was in the best condition to be displayed at this moment, so this stubborn tone seemed very cute.

Songzhi Qingxian was even happier and hugged her waist tightly: "You are my first woman. My first experience and even my first kiss were taken away by you. If you say that you don't feel good or don't like it, it will be a huge blow to me."

Hearing these somewhat naive words, Xunzi turned around and looked at him face to face.

There was a hazy tenderness in the young man's eyes when he looked at her, and this tenderness made him look extremely handsome in Xunzi's eyes. She looked at the young man's gentle appearance and tears flowed from her eyes.

"Okay, don't cry..." The young man kissed away the tears that flowed from the smooth skin at the corners of her eyes.

Xunzi shouted his name, bumped her forehead against his chest again and again, and muttered in this posture: "I love what you do to me. Don't ask me when you already know the answer, asshole..."

A beautiful geisha, a wet rainy night.

The plump, snow-white body, the slender, white jade fingers, the woman's soft voice as smooth as silk, the beautiful eyes gazing at the beloved young man, the dreamy eyes are like the late spring sky that is sometimes bright and sometimes dark, full of hazy and sticky emotions.

Kiyoaki Matsueda's first experience was perfect.

After a night, when I recalled that scene, I still couldn't suppress the smile.

After sitting at the desk for a while, I couldn't help but pick up my phone and call the number Xunzi left last night.

Xunzi answered almost immediately.

"Hello, what's up?" she asked calmly.

"I suddenly want to hear your voice." Kiyoaki Matsueda said with a smile.

"Boring!" Xunzi's voice sounded a little impatient.

"Thinking about last night, I feel so good..."

"Don't say that. You are at home. Don't let anyone hear you!"

"I miss seeing you."

"Asshole, stop dreaming!" Xunzi scolded coldly.

"I shouldn't have thought about it, but I just couldn't stop." Matsueda Kiyoaki admitted honestly.

Xunzi pretended to be confused: "Can't stop?"

“It’s like having a TV in my head that I can’t turn off,” Matsueda Kiyoaki described. “The pictures and texts are vivid and the sounds and voices are rich in emotion.”

Hearing this, Xunzi laughed as if she was amused, and muttered: "You can imagine whatever you want, you don't need to tell me, and you don't need to ask for my permission. Anyway, it's up to you to think whatever you want."

"It's so boring to think about it myself, do you want to?"

"What am I thinking about? Thinking about your body as wonderfully as you think about mine?"

"Then how about my body?" Matsueda Kiyoaki actually asked directly.

"..."

Xunzi was speechless for a moment.

That’s not a easy answer. Do you want her to shamelessly say, “You’re really amazing. You made me feel like I was in heaven last night”?

Seeing that she didn't answer, Songeda Qingxian didn't ask any more questions, but asked: "When will we meet next time?"

Hearing this important question, Xunzi fell silent for a long time. Just when Songeda Qingxian thought she was going to hang up, she whispered, "Wait until you are done. I will come to see you from Kyoto..."

"It's a bit far from Kyoto, let's stay a few more days..."

"It depends."

"You can't wait to see me again, right?" asked Kiyoaki Matsueda.

This seemed to make Xunzi a little angry and she cursed into the phone: "It's you who made me like this! It's all your fault! You bastard——"

The geisha scolded him angrily before hanging up the phone.

Kiyoaki Matsueda looked at the screen of his mobile phone and felt like laughing. At the same time, he felt a sense of excitement as if he had a low fever.

It feels so weird.

A kind of joy that made him want to shout out loud filled his chest, and he wanted to show off to others.

What does it feel like?
Is it love?

The love between men and women is hard to exist without mutual attraction.

It's not that I'm trying to make excuses. When Xunzi approached me, I must have been looking for something. There is no doubt that both of them had some emotion that they wanted to be satisfied.

This must be love!

Kiyoaki Matsueda couldn't help but think that he had fallen in love with the woman who gave him his first experience... The beauty of last night kept turning over in his mind, the woman's sweet voice was still in his ears, and the intoxicating joy always enveloped him.

The phone rang again.

I picked it up and listened to what Matsueda Shinsako said coldly: "What time is it? Why don't you come out for lunch? What are you doing hiding in the house? Do you want me to bring it in and feed you? You are so grown up, how come you don't have any self-awareness——"

The voice was harsh and aggressive, and Matsueda Kiyoaki almost suspected that she had a relative coming.

Leave the room and walk into the restaurant.

Shinsako Matsueda was sitting by the window, with a white curtain behind her. The faint sunlight shone in, illuminating her gorgeous, thick black hair.

She has a white neck, soft and delicate shoulders, a pair of beautiful calves revealed under her purple hip skirt, and a pair of furry home slippers on her feet... Those are a pair of cute shoes that make people want to kneel down at her feet.

Looking at her, Kiyoaki Matsueda's expression was like that of a child who had received candy.

"It's disgusting, stop staring at me!" Matsueda Shinsako stared at him coldly with her narrow and long phoenix eyes, and raised her rosy lips in contempt, "Oh, I have already changed my opinion of you a lot, but I never thought that your true nature would be exposed again. It's really annoying..."

Looking at her pretended contempt, Matsueda Kiyoaki's eyes were shining and kind.

"I told you, that look is disgusting! You've grown wings now, otherwise I wouldn't tolerate you. Ha..." Matsueda Shinsako cursed stubbornly, stretched out a finger and pointed at his nose, sneering: "I want to see if you can still be so arrogant after your book's sales are not as good as others and you can't get any awards. When the time comes, I will punish you with family rules..."

The mistress was noble and cold, with a look of contempt.

The rosy little mouth, with a hint of mockery, challenged the young man.

"Okay, let's wait and see." Kiyoaki Matsueda ate a piece of steak she had fried herself, and became more and more excited about the future.

Matsueda Masako snorted coldly, and her expression was as cold and stunning as it could be.

But in fact, I feel very comfortable.

When lunch was almost over, she asked, "Are you going out? Why are you still wearing a suit..."

"Yes, I have to go back to Waseda." Matsueda Kiyoaki replied, continuing to eat his steak. "After dinner, I'll take a bath and go out. I have to be back to school before 2:30 in the afternoon."

Oh, by the way, the steak fried by the matron is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and tastes especially good.

Matsueda Shinsako glanced at him coldly, noticing that his nails were a little long, then she put down her bowl and chopsticks, stood up and walked outside: "I'll go get you some hot water first."

It's become much smoother... Kiyokatsu Matsueda looked at her graceful back and took another bite of steak.

Mm, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, delicious and juicy...

"The hot water is ready, hurry up." Matsueda Shinsako urged him to go to the bathroom.

"Coming~"

After finishing his meal, Kiyoaki Matsueda left the restaurant directly.

Masako will clean up the dishes on the table. The strict mistress has now become accustomed to the role of a good wife.

The aggressive and cold mistress has an awkward way of caring for her family, just like a child playing house, but there is definitely sincere emotion hidden in it, so it makes people feel cute and funny.

It was still drizzling outside.

The entire courtyard was soaked, with withered yellow leaves and petals blown down by the wind covering the ground.

After entering the bathroom, Songeda Qingxian took off all his clothes, soaked in the bathtub, and breathed a sigh of relief.

A moment later, Matsueda Shinsako, wearing a black kimono, came back. While he was taking a bath, she barged into the bathroom without speaking to him or asking him anything.

She walked alone through the hot steam coming out of the bathtub and came to the hazy mirror. She wiped the mirror with her hand and put her face close to the mirror to see if the foundation on her face was evenly applied and to check whether her makeup was appropriate.

Kiyoaki Matsueda rested his face on the edge of the bathtub and looked at her silently.

The bathroom was a little dark, and the dim yellow light illuminated the wisps of rising smoke.

The figure of Matsueda Masako as she combed her hair in front of the mirror, against the smoky background, was like a brothel girl painted in Ukiyo-e, what a sad and graceful posture!

Corresponding to her beautiful figure are the window ropes, the water jugs on the ground, and the messy wooden barrels and iron basins.

This scene seems like a dream back to the Edo period.

The beautiful Edo woman tilted her face and used her beautiful fingers to fix her makeup like the person in the painting.

That look of "I don't care what the sky falls or the earth collapses, nothing has to do with me" and the figure of her putting her body and soul into dressing up in the mirror made Song Zhiqingxian, who was admiring her makeup, feel extremely satisfied.

Because he is the only man who can see the charm of this woman when she puts on makeup.

In this small courtyard with sparse autumn rain and falling flowers - a woman is drawing her eyebrows in front of the mirror, her fingertips as tender as scallions tremble from time to time, and the warm light makes her figure even more beautiful.

It's really delicious...Matsueda Kiyoaki relaxed his body and mind, and truly savored his own unique pleasure.

After Matsueda Shinsako finished her inspection, she asked coldly, "Is the water hot enough?"

"Hmm~"

"I have to go out this afternoon, too." Matsueda Shinsako said to the mirror, her eyes secretly staring at the bathtub. "Recently, the head of a literary salon association came to me and hoped that I would become a member."

"What kind of literary salon is it?" the young man asked in a youthful and cheerful voice.

"I'm not sure, but the members are all wives from various families, including those from the political and business circles. Because of your relationship, their president personally invited me to become their important member directly..."

"Do you want to go? Don't just join in the fun."

"I really want to." Matsueda Shinsako pursed her lips and applied transparent lip gloss while whispering, "Influenced by my mother, I actually come from an intellectual class. Being the hostess of a literary salon is my mother's lifelong wish. If there is a chance, I would like to fulfill this wish on my mother's behalf..."

"I don't think you're a literary person." Matsueda Kiyoaki was soaking in the bathtub, looking at her elegant appearance as she applied lip gloss. "Compared to writers, you seem to like boxers more, don't you? Every time I was boxing, you looked at me with the most passionate eyes."

This silenced Matsueda Shinsako for a moment, and then she said coldly, "Stop being so self-righteous. What I like is my own business. I said I like literature, so I like literature! I'm going to the literary salon!"

"I didn't stop you, why are you angry?" Matsueda Kiyoaki smiled unhappily.

Matsueda Shinsako rolled her eyes at him, then walked over and squatted in front of the bathtub: "Give me your hand."

"What?"

"Your nails are growing longer, give them to me!"

Songeda Qingxian stretched out his hand.

Matsue Masako half-knelt in front of the bathtub, holding a nail clipper, while cutting his nails, she said: "You are a great writer, and there are so many people watching your every move. Be more careful and don't go out in a sloppy manner."

"A great writer can be slovenly without losing his social status."

"It's me who is embarrassed for being sloppy and unruly. People will say that the women of the Matsueda family can't take good care of you."

"I'm so happy to embarrass you...ah, it hurts, I was just kidding, your nails are so sharp, please don't pinch me, it hurts..."

The young man's handsome face twisted in pain. Matsueda Shinsako snorted coldly, then took his hand out of the bathtub and continued to trim his nails.

After trimming, I filed it carefully again.

While she was serving him, Songeda Qingxian's eyes followed her fingertips.

More than ten or twenty years ago, these hands calmly showed menus to customers and used slender fingers to gently count bills when settling the bill; today, these delicate and proud hands, with tenderness and affection, exist only for family members.

"You can trim your toenails as well."

"Okay, please."

The young man's wet feet were placed on the edge of the bathtub.

The mistress half-knelt down, and her noble little hands served his feet. The water droplets there slid down her wrists into the sleeves of her kimono, wetting her armpits and the skin around her chest.

She was so sarcastic to him just now, but in the next moment she was serving him gently.

She is such a contradictory person.

But this contradiction is precisely her greatest charm, which makes it hard to give up.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Kiyoaki Matsueda went out to school.

The streets on rainy days are full of pedestrians holding umbrellas, and the white rain curtain crosses the steel bars, concrete and road signs.

There are naturally fewer tourists at the cultural festival held in this season, which is good news for Kiyoaki Matsueda, as he doesn't have to deal with so many tourists who want to take photos with him and requests for autographs from his junior schoolmates.

After arriving at the school, I followed the school's arrangement and stood at the entrance of the main venue like a mascot.

In the main venue, various high-level performances were performed one after another, which were much better than the high school cultural festival he attended some time ago.

The lineup of invited guests is also very luxurious.

From entertainers to writers to politicians.

For example, the current Prime Minister, as a distinguished alumnus, gave a speech on the theme of resources.

Novelist Murakami and mystery novelist Kyogoku were invited by the Department of Literature to share their creative inspirations with students.

A group of stars and voice actors joined in to give a wonderful performance.

Various lectures and performances are planned to fill the two days of the school festival.

As a student representative, Kiyoaki Matsueda was also honored to be treated as a celebrity and gave a speech on stage.

then……

So he went to the door and became the mascot again.

The rain outside the main venue was dripping, like the time passing quickly... The rest of November passed with the rain.

The competition among the five major pure literature journals in November also came to an end.

Bungeishunju ranks first, with 75 copies.

"New Trend" ranked second, with 54 copies.

"Group Portrait" ranks third, with 45 copies.

"Ang" ranked fourth, with 40 copies.

"Literary World" ranked fifth, with 26 copies.

Since Mishima made his debut, he was finally surpassed for the first time in sales of his main monthly magazine.

All of a sudden, some people who have been feeling frustrated for a while finally dared to come forward publicly and vent their previous frustrations.

"What I want to say is that a masterpiece cannot be created with just marketing but no actual content. Mishima's works are just like him as a person. His beautiful and romantic writing style is like his handsome appearance, which is nothing but good-looking..." A famous book reviewer criticized on his Twitter.

In response, someone retorted: "The article published in the journal only has the first chapter. You haven't read the rest of the story. Be careful not to get slapped in the face."

The book reviewer, who was paid to do the job, responded directly: "If he can turn the tide and beat Ishihara Seiji in December, I will eat this computer screen on the spot!"

And just like that, December arrived.

"The Sun and the Tower" published more than 4 words in one go. Together with the previous 6 words, it can be said that half of the content of the entire book has been published.

Only one chapter of "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion" will be released.

The number of words in the two is 10 to 3.

The huge amount of information allows "The Tower and the Sun" to show more content and construct a more complete world view and character setting. The plot is also more attractive as it unfolds, and it has surpassed "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion" in terms of word of mouth.

There is no way, your "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion" only has a beginning, and no one knows what the plot is, so it is impossible to evaluate it...

In the December monthly magazine, based on sales in the first three days, Bungeishunju crushed Shincho.

12 for three days, 7 for three days.

If nothing unexpected happens, Mishima will suffer a crushing defeat after the two volumes of the fifth book are released.

You have to know that in order to target new trends, Bungeishunju was very confrontational in terms of publicity and timing.

By the 4th, after the statistical data was sorted out, "The Tower and the Sun" had completed a double kill of "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion" in terms of sales and word of mouth, and in terms of online popularity, it showed a trend of completely crushing it.

This situation greatly boosted the confidence within Bungeishunju.

When Editor-in-Chief Tojo walks, he always has a breeze on his body, just like a victorious rooster.

And those literary predecessors who were against Mishima finally waited for the call for counterattack and launched it one after another.

Keisuke Takahashi, the head of the Faculty of Literature at Kyoto University and a former resident judge of the Akutagawa Prize, made a subtle comment in class: "If we simply emphasize beauty while ignoring the basic plot, then the article will be like a castle in the air and will not be stable. We must learn from this and keep our feet on the ground..."

The day before the release of the volume of "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion", public opinion was already in a very unfavorable state.

Almost all the editors under the new trend lost their original composure and became anxious.

"Isn't Mr. Kobayashi nervous?"

Many colleagues were surprised to see Kobayashi Midori going to and from get off work as usual without any anxiety on her face.

You have to know that she is not only Mr. Mishima's editor, but also Mr. Mishima's mistress. How can she be so calm at a time like this?
Did you say you had already admitted defeat in advance and accepted it with a calm attitude?
In response, Kobayashi Midori smiled slightly, revealing an expression of confidence: "Mishima is the best!"

Seeing her blind and naive appearance, everyone could only shake their heads speechlessly: "Love-brained people are very harmful."

Just like that, time passed quickly and it was already the 5th.

8 am.

Outside Tsutaya Books Ginza store.

Before the sun rose, a long line of literature lovers gathered in front of the bookstore. The scene was lively and shocking. If you didn't know, you would think that some top star had appeared here.

Some people who don’t pay much attention to literature and don’t often surf the Internet were frightened by the scene and for a moment wondered if they had forgotten what an important day today was.

But when I look at the calendar, isn’t it just an ordinary Saturday?
strange.

In Tsutaya Bookstore, the crowd was clearly divided into three groups.

One group was readers who couldn't wait to buy "The Sun and the Tower", another group was Mishima fans who wanted to buy "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion", and the rest were readers from several other groups, as well as some non-literary enthusiasts who came to join in the fun.

Just after nine o'clock, the store door opened on time.

The surging flow of customers instantly flooded the bookstore.

"Please, two copies of The Temple of the Golden Pavilion!"

"Give me five copies of The Sun and the Tower..."

A lively scene is taking place in major bookstores across Japan, making one sigh that the feast of Japanese literature is finally here.

At the entrance of the bookstore, there was a line of women ranging in age from twelve to forty-eight, all holding Mishima's new books in their hands.

These women are not literature lovers, but Mishima’s daughter fans, younger sister fans, girlfriend fans, older sister fans, auntie fans, and mother fans…

"How is it? Is Mr. Mishima's book good?" asked a bystander.

They looked at the plain cover of The Temple of the Golden Pavilion and hesitated whether to buy it.

During this period, public opinion was very unfriendly to Mishima, and spending more than 3000 yen to buy a new book that was not favored by the mainstream was something that most people would have to consider.

But their words elicited cold snorts from the women.

"Just close your eyes and enjoy Mishima-sensei's works."

"Don't worry at all."

"So, what's so good about this novel?"

"It's hard to say." The leader of the group of women shook her head.

After hearing this comment, everyone around was stunned and couldn't tell what it meant.

"Compared with Mr. Mishima's previous works, this article can make people think more. In my opinion, this is an unprecedented work, a masterpiece that can win the Nobel Prize..."

"Really? Then I have to take a look..."

Wave after wave of people poured into major bookstores.

When they were first released, the sales of the two most popular books were almost evenly matched.

When the real-time sales were counted at noon, "The Sun and the Tower" had sold 5 copies, leading "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion" by more than copies.

It is too early to determine the winner based on the sales volume in one morning.

In terms of word of mouth, "The Sun and the Tower" has been steady and maintained a relatively high standard, winning praise and recommendations from most book reviewers.

As for the Temple of the Golden Pavilion...

Silence, complete silence. From literary critics to university professors to literary predecessors, all were silent.

The whole morning passed without any comment from anyone of consequence.

Whether it is Mishima's supporters or Mishima's enemies...

They were all in some kind of great shock, unable to recover in a short time. When they came to their senses, no matter you loved him or not, you had to sigh from the bottom of your heart - Mishima was the most undisputed genius in Japanese literary world.

(End of this chapter)