Tokyo Tycoon, Start as a Writer

Chapter 52: I have unhealthy thoughts about a man who is already in love
September 7, 3pm.

Arun walked into Tsutaya Books Ginza store and took the September issue of Shincho from the bookshelf.

There were few people in the bookstore.

It is incomparable to the grand scene last month when crowds of people crowded into the reading area to read "New Trend".

At the cashier counter, two readers asked if there were any copies of the August issue for sale, and expressed their willingness to pay a higher price. The cashier could only tell them again: "Our store has not received any notice to reprint the August issue. If you have any needs, please contact the Shinchosha headquarters."

After returning to the store, Arun read the magazine.

After reading the whole thing, her evaluation was that it was just average and there was nothing particularly appealing to readers.

There is no explosive point and the promotion is not good enough, so it’s no wonder that the sales volume has plummeted.

"Right now, only the 10th issue of Shincho can satisfy my empty spiritual world..." Arun smiled to himself and turned on the TV in the store. There was a writer interview program to be broadcast at : in the afternoon, and the guest of this episode was the emerging writer Mishima.

On TV, an elegant young man in a black haori calmly answered the host's questions.

"We have also received the single volume of "Dancing Girl". There is a very interesting short story "Cigarette". I wonder if it is your own experience, Mr. Mishima?"

"Yes, consciously resisting the rules, and consciously obeying the rules, my youth was all a dark storm."

"In Haruko, the protagonist is obsessed with his older aunt Haruko..."

"I think Haruko's bohemian, lonely and dangerous life like a female artist is a very cool life."

"Is Mr. Mishima obsessed with age?"

"maybe."

"Mr. Mishima has a lover."

"Yes."

"Your lover is your high school classmate, right? If she knew that you like someone older than her, would she be jealous?"

"It should be."

"When Mr. Mishima wrote "Dancing Girl," didn't your lover feel sorry for the ending?"

“She would encourage me but rarely interfere with my creation.”

"What a beautiful relationship~" The host looked envious, a little pretentiously.

Songzhi Qingxian just smiled faintly, maintaining an attitude of being frugal with words, never taking the initiative and never saying too much.

"So, this time, "Tide of Tide" is really a novel with a happy ending?"

"Yes."

"In the editor's recommendation, it said that this book was based on the ancient Greek idyllic love collection "Daphnis and Chloe", and was a work of resistance created in response to the oppression you suffered at the time?"

"correct."

"Although the incident of the Cultural Affairs Bureau's suppression has passed, I still want to ask, what is Mr. Mishima's opinion now?"

"Heroes have always suffered many hardships."

"I see, so Mr. Mishima wanted to use "Shiosai" to express his determination to become a hero?"

"No, I want to tell everyone that I am actually a healing writer."

"Hahaha……"

The two people on the screen asked and answered each other, and the program time passed quickly. Arun's mouth corners often raised a happy arc.

A healing writer?

Looking at his artistic and melancholy look, he doesn't look like that.

"Why are you grinning here alone?" Someone walked in from outside.

Arun turned her head and saw a familiar figure, which made her face slightly red. Her smile became a little shy, but with her round oval face, she looked pure and beautiful.

Kiyoaki Matsueda really likes being with this store manager who has the charm of an older sister.

She is a very beautiful woman in herself. Although time has taken away her youthful beauty, it has also carefully carved out her inner qualities, which makes her exude a mature and dignified charm that is far beyond the reach of young people in their teens or early twenties.

—Pretty, gentle, with long legs, a thin waist, long, smooth hair, and a large, amiable chest.

Although her appearance did not make Kiyoaki Matsueda feel obviously impulsive, her gentle and virtuous character made him unconsciously immersed in her world and want to be with her many times.

"How come you have time to come to my place?" Arun asked with a smile.

"I've just been tormented by the new trendy publicity department. I'm exhausted now. I have to come to your place for shelter. Please open the door and let me sleep in your bed for a while."

"This is my boss's exclusive lounge, but I don't sleep as much as you do!" Arun rolled his eyes at him unhappily, but there was a slight joy in his heart.

She walked out of the counter and led Kiyoaki Matsueda into a small room.

This is the suite for her to take a nap, with a single bed and a reading lamp and alarm clock on the bedside table.

There are guitars hanging on the wall.

Most daily necessities are available, and the street is visible outside the west-facing window.

It was afternoon, and the sunlight shone through the branches, glittering on the ground.

There was a big Brown Bear doll on the small Nordic-style wooden bed. Song Zhiqingxian lay down on it directly, causing the small bed to squeak and twist.

Looking at the guitar, Kiyoaki Matsueda asked, "Can we order some songs?" "What do you want to hear?" Arun plucked the strings with her slender fingertips, which were full of girlish charm, and a smile like the crescent moon before dawn floated on the corners of her mouth.

"Beatles, huh?"

"it is good."

Arun took down the guitar and played "Norwegian Wood" and "Hey Jude".

The melodious and beautiful singing voice is soft and long, like intoxicating wine.

The young man had fallen asleep on the Nordic-style bed.

Arun stared at him in a trance.

She had never had the chance to take a closer look before, but now she discovered that the young man had very long eyelashes and his skin was even more tender and lustrous than hers.

The ears are as smooth as porcelain and have a lovely shape.

I want to pinch it!

What a good-looking big boy~
Since there was no one around, Arun couldn't resist the urge to commit a crime and stretched out his white and tender fingertips to pinch his earlobe.

It feels soft, warm and comfortable.

"clatter!"

Suddenly, something fell outside the window, which scared Arun.

She glanced over there guiltily and saw a group of kids throwing water bottles, and glared at them angrily.

Then she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

On a summer afternoon, in the small room where the two of them were alone, Arun felt inexplicably happy because he could fully appreciate him sleeping.

But soon, this happiness was dispersed by one thing.

If word got out that he was alone in a room with me, there would be big trouble.

She herself doesn't care, but it will be embarrassing if it affects his family.
Arun shook his head vigorously, trying to dispel the strange thoughts in his mind.

But it seems to be of no use...

The young man on the bed was sleeping soundly, with visible fatigue on his face.

In order to promote his new book, he was very tired recently. Arun looked at him who was defenseless. She felt inexplicably excited, but also felt a strong sense of guilt... She seemed to have unhealthy thoughts about a married man.

She realized her mistake but didn't want to change.

Then she reached out and pinched his earlobe.

On a summer afternoon when everything is drowsy, having a sleeping handsome young man all to yourself is a very pleasant thing no matter how you think about it... no, it's a very poetic thing.

"It would be nice if you were single..."

"In this way, I won't have to worry so much about the distance. I can climb onto the bed and give you a head massage so you can sleep more comfortably..."

Arun sat on the edge of the bed, mumbling to himself.

The sunlight coming in through the window created glittering colors on her face, illuminating her innocent expression like a little girl.

When Kiyoaki Matsueda woke up, he found her face close to him.

It seemed like she was doing something secretly.

After seeing him open his eyes, her cheeks quickly turned bright rosy, her eyes dodged, and her rosy mouth exhaled a pure breath: "Hey, it's five o'clock, I was just about to come over and call you to wake up..."

The voice of these words was very gentle, dispelling Song Zhiqingxian's vague sleepiness.

She was wearing a pure white dress, bathed in the setting sun. She looked as beautiful and holy as an angel from heaven, or as a ghost that could be blown away with a breath.

"Ms. Arun..." He couldn't help but speak.

Arun blinked his watery eyes: "What?"

"Can you find me a place to stay?"

"Eh?"

"I, I might move out. I want to be closer to you..."

Arun was stunned for a moment, then turned his face to the side and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito: "Of course... No, I don't know when you want to move..."

"On the evening of the 10th, no, the 15th, you wait for me in the store..."

"See you there or not..."

"Eh? Sister, who is he!"

The two people on the bed looked at the beautiful girl outside the door at the same time, who was wearing a school uniform and had a silly expression.

elder sister?

Songzhi Qingxian frowned.

...He hated creatures like his sister.

(End of this chapter)