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

Chapter 142: Educate first, then train

At the beginning of spring, two young girls followed the lights in the corridor and rushed into Longchuan Tetsu's room.

The room was neat and clean, with a futon placed in the middle of the tatami.

"Xiao Qian, that's right, it seems like she really fell asleep."

The dim light cast the silhouettes of the two girls, and the shorter one spoke softly.

It was hard to see clearly, I could only see a dark shadow. The girl squatted down next to Longchuan Tetsu's bedding and poked the boy's face with her finger.

"No reaction at all. How many sleeping pills did you put in?"

The conversation between the two girls failed to wake up the sleeping Ryukawa Toru. Takeda Akane said nothing and walked to the wall.

"It's enough for him to get a full night's sleep anyway."

With a click, the lights in the room were turned on.

Longchuan Che's room was quickly filled with white light, and the originally dim light instantly became bright.

"Xiao Qian!"

The sudden light startled Natsume Fuyumi who was squatting there. She looked at Ryukawa Toru in panic, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the other party was still sleeping soundly.

"Why panic?"

Takeda Akane spoke in a light tone. She walked to Ryuukawa Toru in a light green skirt and pajamas.

"Look, he won't wake up like this."

Takeda Akane kicked Ryuukawa Toru, who was wrapped up like a caterpillar.

I don't know who the boy learned this sleeping method from. He covers himself with the quilt and turns left and right, wrapping himself up into a long strip. Takeda Akane feels like he has a defense system with no blind spots.

"It's okay if you don't wake up, it's okay if you don't wake up."

After confirming that Ryukawa Toru had become a dead pig, Natsume Fuyumi patted her plump chest and stood up.

The girl who was getting ready for bed no longer wore her cute bunny pajamas, but instead changed into a small strappy suspender skirt.

Her well-developed breasts were propping up her body, and the hem of her skirt was a little short.

The perky buttocks were faintly visible under the light. If Longchuan Che opened his eyes at this moment, he would be able to see the girl's blue and white panties.

"Then come back tomorrow morning?"

Natsume Fuyumi looked at her new friend a little nervously.

The two have similar interests, hobbies, and even the same methods of getting men to spend money on them.

But one is now a real lady, and the other is just a country girl from Hokkaido.

"To take advantage of."

Takeda Akane patted Natsume Fuyumi's shoulder and spoke in a slightly lower voice.

"You want to debut as an artist. Both Snow Country and the book Love Letter in his hand are likely to be adapted and filmed. If you can get him, you will have a good chance of getting a role in them."

"Snow Country" has been published. Although "Love Letter" was written by Matsueda Muko, his girlfriend was unwilling to get a share of the copyright, so it is now under the name of Ryukawa Toru.

Both of these novels involve romantic stories and are very popular in the current film and television adaptation market. Takeda Maki also said some time ago that Otowa Group was considering contacting Ryukawa Toru.

"It's good to have connections. It would take a long time for us little people to know about this kind of news."

Natsume Fuyumi's tone was somewhat envious; having a relationship with the managing director of Kodansha would be a get-out-of-jail-free ticket if she were to enter the entertainment industry.

He has various published novels, including the Light Novel Library, and also has his own record company and agency.

Otowa Group and Kodansha are the giants in Japan's celebrity entertainment industry. As the niece of the general manager of Kodansha, any bit of information revealed by Takeda Akane may very likely change the life of an ordinary person.

It can be predicted that if Ryukawa Toru's "Snow Country" and "Love Letter" are adapted into film and television, his commercial value will be higher. Although the boy may not care, it is an indispensable opportunity for Natsume Fuyumi.

"Catch him tonight, and don't forget to come in tomorrow morning to take pictures of the evidence."

Natsume Fuyumi felt her heart beating fast as she looked at Takeda Akane who had told her in the afternoon that she wanted to find a new girlfriend for her brother.

"Ah."

Takeda Akane smiled at Natsume Fuyumi, who was nervous and looked ready to give it her all.

How many opportunities can a person have to change his destiny in his life?
Natsume Fuyumi was specially chosen by her.

She is sweet, has a good figure, and most importantly, she knows how to control boys. "You will definitely like her, Ryukawa Tetsu."

Takeda Akane gave the sleeping boy a look like this and then gently closed the door.

After watching the other sister leave, Natsume Fuyumi's tense heartstrings finally relaxed completely.

Even though the other party said that his brother was a bad person, it would be the best thing for him to help Dongmei.

However, Natsume Fuyumi was not sure that this good thing had really happened to her until the other person left.

There's no rush to go to bed, just pretend.

The girl strolled back and forth in Longchuan Che's room, stepping on the floor barefoot, and her pink soles absorbed a little bit of dust.

"Tsk, there are only calligraphy and paintings."

The girl was searching high and low. He originally thought that Long Chuan Che took out the pens, ink, paper and inkstone just to show off in front of the beautiful girl, but it turned out that the desk and the cupboard were searched high and low.

I didn't find any entertainment items.

"Well what is this?"

The girl rummaged around and found a small box in the corner of the cupboard.

Small box, blue, woven style.

Natsume Fuyumi opened the box.

Scarves, eye masks, strips of cloth.

"Why are you putting so much cloth here? It's weird."

The girl frowned and redirected her things.

The boy was still sleeping, and Natsume Fuyumi had a wicked smile on her face.

"Great writer, I'm going to step on you."

The girl put her feet on Longchuan Che and shook them, but the other party did not react. The girl curled her lips.

"Sure enough, it's only fun if you resist."

Not sure if she had some strange properties, but the girl turned off the lights, pulled open Longchuan Che's quilt, and lay down in it.

I felt the girl sticking to my skin, sliding down like a piece of sweet cake.

The skin is cool and feels nice to the touch.

"Like a furnace."

In the dark night, Natsume Fuyumi was moving around in Ryukawa Toru's bed.

She didn't really intend to devote herself to this great writer. What the two girls were discussing was a honey trap.

An overdose of sleeping pills will make a person confused, and he or she can just say tomorrow morning that the other person violated him or her.

Brushing against Ryukawa Tetsu's arm, there was limited space in the bed, so Natsume Fuyumi turned around and said to Ryukawa Tetsu with a smile:
"You're in luck. Let the future superstar sleep with you."

The girl aspires to become a big star, and Longchuan Tetsuya is just her stepping stone.

Lying in the great writer's bed and imagining the future, my shaking body suddenly caused me to feel a burning pain in the base of my thighs.

"What a pervert, you just write when I ask you to!" In the dark night, Natsume Fuyumi frowned.
In order to find an opportunity to drug, Natsume Fuyumi deliberately threw her chopsticks on the ground while eating.

In order to have enough time, we played a small game with each other.

I originally thought that the other person’s sister would be embarrassed, but I didn’t expect that she actually wrote it.

Oil-based pen ink has high viscosity, is difficult to dissolve in water, and is not easy to fade or dissolve.

"I rubbed my skin red from washing it clean."

While the other party was unable to resist, Natsume raised his fist and hit the other party.

In the darkness came the sound of fists hitting flesh.

Natsume Fuyumi looked at the boy with horror as he raised the corners of his red lips and asked her with a smile:

"How about I give you a massage?"

(End of this chapter)