Tokyo Tycoon, Start as a Writer

Chapter 53: Of course I'm after your sister's body

The girl who appeared at the door was about 1.6 meters tall and looked to be about 15 or 16 years old.

She has a round face, a little baby fat, looks delicate and cute, and has a very good figure.

She was wearing a JK uniform with the school emblem embroidered on her shirt pocket - the Higashi Maizuru crane emblem.

He is also Xiaolu’s schoolmate.

After opening the door, the girl put her hands on her hips and looked at the man sleeping in her sister's bed with a fierce look in her eyes: "Who are you? Why are you sleeping in my sister's bed? Are you planning something bad to me? Believe it or not, I'll have someone stab you to death!"

"...Ah?" Kiyoaki Matsueda looked at the girl who looked very similar to Arun. Could this be the daughter of a wealthy family?

The girl walked to the bedside and looked down at him: "Tell me, what is your conspiracy to get close to my sister!"

Matsueda Kiyoaki thought, what else could he want? Of course, it's your sister's body.

"Listen!" The girl grabbed his collar with both hands, "Sister..."

The distance between them was closing rapidly, and the curved line of the girl's breasts was almost touching his body.

Arun couldn't bear it anymore and scolded sternly, "Xiaoxue, be more polite!"

"..."

Yue Jianxue immediately let go.

The ferocious little lioness the previous second instantly turned into a docile little lamb.

The girl turned around and looked at her sister, slightly raising her face, like a puppy asking for petting from its owner.

Sure enough, when Arun reached out and touched her little head, she squinted her eyes and showed a comfortable expression. Fortunately, humans don't have tails like puppies, otherwise she would definitely shake her tail faster than a five-speed electric fan.

"Why are you here instead of going home after school?"

"I want to be with my sister!"

"My sister has to work until midnight before closing the store. How can you do your homework here?"

"It's easy, just don't do it... Ouch, it hurts~"

Ah Run grabbed his sister's ear and said sternly, "Do you want to go home obediently, or do you want me to teach you a lesson and then send someone to pick you up?"

"Ouch, it hurts~"

"Don't give me that! I didn't even use any strength. If you continue to make trouble, I will not be polite!"

"...I'll just go back."

Tsukimi Yuki turned her head and glared at Matsubara Kiyoaki with a warning look before leaving the room with her schoolbag on her back.

"Your biological sister?" Matsueda Kiyoaki looked at Arun.

"Well, she spent the summer vacation in her hometown in Kyoto with her father, and she returned to Tokyo in September when school started." Arun stood by the bed with a gentle smile on his face. "She was less than one year old when her mother died of illness. I am both her sister and her mother, so she is very attached to me. I'm sorry for what I said just now."

"What do you mean by stabbing me to death? You sound like a shaman." Matsueda Kiyoaki couldn't help laughing.

"Yeah, how is that possible, haha." Arun laughed along, with no abnormality on his face, and then explained: "The scene just now was just an illusion. Xiaoxue is usually very well-behaved and polite, and generally won't deliberately cause trouble for others. Unless that person did something wrong..."

"Did I do something wrong by sleeping in her sister's bed?" Kiyoaki Matsueda asked with amusement.

Arun pondered for a moment and nodded: "It should be stabbed."

"Stabbing someone is against the law!" protested Kiyoaki Matsueda.

"Hey, didn't I tell you before? Many of the things my family does are illegal..." Arun joked happily, tilting his head slightly and looking away, "Including pretending to be a pure and gentle woman to lure ignorant young men, cheating them of their money and playing with their bodies, and then kicking them away..."

"It's okay." Kiyoaki Matsueda replied calmly.

"Well, I'll wait until the 15th when I'll defraud you and turn you into a pauper!" Arun was in a surprisingly good mood, his eyes curved into beautiful crescents.

I walked him out of the bar, and the wind blowing in from the street brought the faint fragrance from the flower shop.

The sweet taste makes your lips dry.

I couldn't help but stick out my tongue to lick it.

Arun licked his lips and thought that he would have to teach his sister a lesson when he got home tonight and tell her to behave more politely and reservedly in front of her elder sister in the future so as not to scare away her future brother-in-law.

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The sun sank behind the building and the street lights slowly came on.

On the train back to Yotsuya, Kiyoaki Matsueda grabbed the handrail, his body swaying slightly.

The night view of Tokyo outside the window passed by quickly. After entering the tunnel, the night view on the glass turned into the interior of the car.

Kiyoaki Matsueda saw his own reflection in the glass.

His hair is long, so it makes his face look a little smaller, with an artistic vibe. He is so handsome, no wonder he is favored by Arun, he smiled shamelessly.

When he smiled, his charm doubled, making the opposite sex in the car feel like a deer running wild in their hearts.

When you arrive at Yotsuya, get off the bus and exit the station.

What comes into view is the bustling and lively Shinjuku Avenue business district.

Across the street from the huge display screen was playing business information programs; waiters in aprons were busy shuttling back and forth in the izakaya; faded bank loan advertisements were posted on the roadside telephone poles; motorcycles were always suddenly flying out from the underground parking lot, scaring passers-by.

The lives of these strangers are like fluttering fragments, constantly passing by my eyes.

When he first came through, Matsueda Kiyoaki always felt a little suffocated by the huge and unfamiliar scene.

The city of Tokyo is far less elegant and beautiful than what we see on TV, in animations, and in our imaginations.

People spit on the streets here at all times, homeless people often gather in underground passages, cigarette butts and fast food boxes can be seen everywhere on the road, and there are always food scraps on the benches at the station.

It turns out that most of the beauty in this world can only be viewed from a distance.

Once you get close, the flawed nature will be exposed, which will then make you feel regretful.

At the convenience store in front of the station, Kiyoaki Matsueda bought two servings of oden and walked towards the girl playing the violin in the square.

She has a delicate, small oval face and skin as white as porcelain.

The long, smooth, black hair swayed softly in the wind blowing between the tall buildings, and the picture was intoxicating.

The girl's eyes widened slightly while she was playing the music. This was her subconscious reaction to seeing something beautiful.

The young writer sat down on the front steps, his profile covered by a layer of beautiful sunset, the shadow side highlighting the straight curve of his nose.

There is a hint of melancholy between his eyebrows, and his pupils are clear. When they move gently, they are like ripples on the lake, drifting into someone's world.

Then the girl's playing speed increased.

The quick and brisk violin music conveys the girl's eagerness to meet the boy she likes as soon as possible.

Kiyoaki Matsueda drank the oden soup and looked at the beautiful JK girl in front of him.

A white school uniform shirt with a neat red bow at the collar, and proper black stockings under the pleated skirt, the socks squeeze out the beautiful curve of the calves... What slender legs, I'm really afraid that it can't bear the weight of its owner.

The music has finished.

Naoko Kobayashi walked up to him and looked down at him.

Songzhi Qingxian raised his head.

The two people looked at each other quietly, as if waiting for the other to speak, and the setting sun shone between them.

After a while, Songzhi Qingxian laughed and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I almost didn't recognize you, but when I got closer, I remembered." Kobayashi Naoko laughed, with a teasing expression, "You are the writer Mishima who writes well but is not very popular in the industry and is humiliated and played by the dark rules of the industry, right?"

JKs nowadays are so difficult to deal with.

Matsueda Kiyoaki looked like he had a headache and held up another serving of oden: "It tastes good, want to try it?"

"Hmm~"

Naoko Kobayashi sat down next to him and tasted a piece of kelp first.

"How is it?" asked Kiyoaki Matsueda.

"It's delicious." The girl gently licked the grease off her lips.

"Why did you change to playing violin after school started?"

"There are only two cellos in the club, and since the members need to practice, I can't bring them out. The violin was also lent to me by Matsueda-san..."

"Uh……"

This classmate Matsueda gave Kiyoaki Matsueda a very bad feeling.

"Speaking of Matsueda-san, I'm so envious of her."

Naoko Kobayashi looked at him with admiration, and she told him as if she knew all his treasures: "She is a real rich girl, a lady from a noble family, and the most beautiful girl in the school! She has learned horse riding, archery, tea ceremony, flower arrangement, and is proficient in playing various musical instruments. She is fluent in four foreign languages: Chinese, English, French and Spanish. Her hobby is to appreciate and write stage plays. It can be said that she is an outstanding talent!"

"Exaggerated, exaggerated..."

Matsueda Kiyoaki's face was full of disbelief.

That sharp-tongued, flat-faced pretty girl has nothing good about her except her beauty and intelligence.

(End of this chapter)