Tokyo: The life of a literary giant begins with home self-defense!

Chapter 107: Penetration into the Enemy
The dry February wind blew into the white-themed health room.

It was a time when the university was empty.

The Japanese university year lasts only eight months, and now the medical care room, which smells faintly of alcohol, is empty.

"It seems the teacher on duty has gone to eat, too."

The door of the health room was open. Longchuan Che pinched his wife's wrist and casually placed her on the white medical bed.

"Damn it, why am I so unlucky."

Mrs. Takeda had sweat on her forehead and her lips were pale. She was half bent over, clutching her abdomen, with a very painful expression on her face.

Most stomach pains are caused by gastric inflammation or gastrointestinal spasm. Longchuan Che walked towards the medicine cabinet next to him without saying a word.

"What are you looking for?"

Unable to straighten her back due to the pain, the wife took off her shoes and curled up on the medical bed, looking at Longchuan Che eagerly.

The skylight is a bit beautiful.

The woman's hair was curled slightly and a pair of delicate gold-rimmed glasses hung on her nose.

Her lips were a little white, but she had put on some crystal lip gloss. The black OL outfit tailored her figure well. Longchuan Che's eyes passed over the edge of the slightly tight hip skirt.

"Um"

Longchuan Che shook the medicine cabinet.

"I was trying to find something to neutralize stomach acid, but you're really unlucky."

The teacher on duty was not there and the medicine cabinet was locked. Ryukawa Toru shrugged at Mrs. Takeda with a helpless expression.

I originally wanted to settle the score with Longchuan Che, but now I feel so painful that I want to die.

The woman curled up on the white medical bed. Long Chuan Che thought about it and went to tinker with it next to her.

There was the noise of students outside the window. She couldn't enjoy the quiet and leisurely time in school. When she opened her eyes, Longchuan Che was standing in front of her with two bottles.

"what is this?"

The small woman curled up there, her knees pressing against her soft belly, her thin flesh-colored stockings shining glossily in the air.

His voice was trembling and he looked like he was in real pain.

"Medicinal wine."

The oral medications were locked up by the health teacher, but common items for treating injuries and bruises were easily found on campus.

"I'm just not feeling well, I didn't fall, don't you have any common sense, you idiot?"

As she is her sister, Mrs. Takeda was not polite to Ryukawa Toru. Anyway, he couldn't do anything to her, Takeda Takako said gritting her teeth.

The boy who usually had a bad temper seemed particularly kind today. He pulled the white barrier curtain and smiled at Takeda Takako.

"Pain that is crampy can be relieved with heat."

"so what?"

"Miss Executive, please take off your clothes."

Spasmodic pain can be relieved by hot compress, so Miss Executive, please take off your clothes.

Takako Takeda was stunned, and for a moment she wondered if she had been exposed.

It was not until she saw Ryukawa Toru rubbing his hands with medicinal wine that Takeda Takako reacted.

"We're not that familiar with each other yet."

Although she was in great pain, the wife still did not forget to maintain her own personality.

"I can do it myself."

Takako Takeda gritted her teeth and took the red medicinal wine from Toru Ryukawa's hand.

The white health room with a slight smell of disinfectant is a corner where adolescent boys and girls can easily create an ambiguous atmosphere.

A careless boy got accidentally scratched, and a female classmate disinfected him bit by bit with alcohol.

It's a scene that has a very romantic atmosphere, but Ryukawa Toru probably can't experience it.

He could only see his wife turning her back and sitting her round buttocks on his ankles.

The woman half leaned forward and glared at Longchuan Che.

"If you don't go out, I want to..."

The woman's hands were already on the button on her belly, and it was obvious what she was going to do.

"Hmm" Longchuan Che pretended to be hesitant.

"There are special massage techniques to relieve pain. Do you know where it is, Mr. Takeda?"

The medicinal wine she just received seemed a little unfamiliar, and Takeda Takako momentarily suspected that Ryukawa Toru had deliberately deceived her in order to take advantage of her.

But he looked at the medicinal wine in his hand and at Longchuan Che whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

"You can't tell Takako, understand."

The woman looked serious, as if she really put herself in the shoes of her sister. "Of course." Long Chuan Che nodded and agreed with a smile.

Have you ever untied a girl's skirt? A professional A-line skirt.

The cheaper ones have elastic waists, while the higher-end ones have zipper closures.

Longchuan Toru pulled the hidden zipper on the woman's waist and pulled it down, allowing the woman's stomach to relax.

"Well, Mr. Takeda also likes this color?"

The woman supported her head with her back to Longchuan Che, and the zipper slid down to reveal a bit of delicate white and purple lace.

The purple color is transparent, thin and breathable. Longchuan Che has seen many similar ones in his wife's wardrobe.

"Shut up, we're not that familiar."

Takeda Takako snorted coldly, not even thinking that the unfamiliar man would pull down her pants.

Longchuan Che licked the corner of his mouth and extended his warm hands along the hem of the woman's clothes to her soft abdomen.

'Have you really gained weight?'

Longchuan Che rubbed the other person's belly as this thought came to his mind.

The smooth and white soft flesh slid slowly between the fingertips, and Longchuan Che saw the other person's brows relax and sit on the edge of the bed to ask questions.

“How long has your editorial team been established?”

The woman did not notice that the other party's tone was no longer as polite as before. The warm big hand seemed to have a soothing effect. The woman hummed comfortably and said:

"About half a month."

Half a month? This was established right after the other party arrived in Tokyo.

"The general manager still needs to come out to run business?"

Perhaps he made the dumplings just for the dish of vinegar in his hand, Longchuan Che smiled.

"Leaders need to understand the market and current market trends. What do you, a kid, know?"

The woman was half-lying on the medical bed, her limp body slumped against the wall, her tone very disdainful.

Some people only care about food and not about beatings. They don’t even know who they are after leaving for just half a month.

Longchuan Che pulled his hand out.

The fingertips smeared with medicinal wine seemed to be covered with a layer of grease.

It was hot and slippery, and my wife was reluctant to leave.

"All right?"

Mrs. Takeda pursed her lips and felt much better.

"No, press the Neiguan acupoint again."

Longchuan Che spoke calmly and picked up a roll of gauze.

It feels really good to be served. Mrs. Takeda narrowed her eyes and extended her hand to Ryukawa Toru.

The afternoon breeze was gentle and soft, and the boy's movements were like the grass growing in the cracks of the rocks.

Gentle and delicate.

The wife squinted her eyes comfortably and then slowly closed them.

Rustling.

It seemed as if a gentle breeze was blowing around her wrists, and Takeda Takako answered the other person's questions while enjoying the massage.

"The new editorial team is short of results?"

“The new department is certainly lacking in performance.”

“How many authors have been signed?”

“Not yet.”

“Are there no hard targets?”

"Of course I have. If I don't have any performance, I will be demoted."

"Will you lose your job if you don't achieve results?"

When the other person was lying on the bed with his eyes squinted, Longchuan Che slowly got up.

"Ah."

The lady, who was half lying down with her hands tied up unconsciously, nodded.

"My wife is in a very difficult situation."

Ryukawa Toru's fingers clasped the purple fabric.

"You don't want to lose your current job, do you?"

(End of this chapter)