I, who tortured the readers, was knocked to the ground by them!

Chapter 138 I'm not a nympho!
"What? I'm guilty of coming early. Didn't you come earlier than me?"

Sakurai Itsuki asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Don't you usually do things on time?"

Feeling particularly embarrassed, Hane Shion angrily blamed the problem on Sakurai Itsuki's "abnormal" behavior.

Sakurai Itsuki explained, "I don't have anything to do today. And I'm quite curious, why did you ask me out so secretly? I heard you say you prepared something specially, do you have something for me?"

After realizing that her mumbling practice was completely exposed, Hane Shion pursed her lips tightly.

She did not answer Sakurai Itsuki's question, but looked up and looked around at Sakurai Itsuki again.

He was wearing a thick gray down jacket, casual pants and sneakers. Although he still looked handsome compared to Sakurai Itsuki's good looks, he did seem a little too casual.

Hane Shion snorted coldly: "Hmph, I knew it."

Sakurai Itsuki was confused: "You know what."

Hane Shion thought to herself, now that it has come to this, I'm too lazy to explain. Since I messed up right from the start, I might as well just go with it.

So she took a deep breath, stood up, and grabbed Sakurai Itsuki's wrist with a rare firmness: "Just follow me."

She pulled Sakurai Itsuki and walked in one direction.

Sakurai Itsuki silently looked at her still slightly red cheeks.

Hanase Shion lowered her head slightly, looked back at the hand holding her wrist, and stammered to explain: "There are so many people, I'm afraid you'll get lost, it's troublesome."

"Yeah, that's true." Sakurai Itsuki nodded.

There is never a shortage of people in Shibuya, especially around New Year's.

Hot girls braved the severe cold and made pilgrimage to this fashion mecca in their skirts.

Countless young couples, drinking internet celebrity tea, playing and joking sweetly, gathered in front of the statue of Hachiko, the "dating sanctuary", to check in and take photos.

It was extremely lively.

Such a crowded scene is likely to disappear in the blink of an eye.

Even if you carry a mobile phone with you, if you lose it, you will still have some data, so there is nothing wrong with that.

Anyway, Sakurai Itsuki didn't mind her doing this.

As for Hane Shion, after she said that, she fell into silence, just pulling Sakurai Itsuki's wrist and walking among the crowd.

Since the day she received the news that she would attend the Shueisha annual meeting, she had been rehearsing in her mind how she would have a conversation with him today and what they would talk about.

But it was just like when she first came to Tokyo from Kyoto, she practiced her self-introduction about comics over and over again, but still couldn't say it.

The words I wanted to say to him were stuck in my throat and I couldn't spit them out.

Mingming is now able to chat with everyone from the heart about various topics, and even his sister says that he has made progress.

But in front of him, I still feel so useless.

However, there should be some progress. At least I held his hand this time, although it was just his wrist.

Hey.

Thinking of this, Hane Shion pursed her lips and smiled slightly.

But the next second, she started to worry again.

Ah, my face is so hot. I must make sure my palms don’t sweat.

Otherwise, if you take the initiative to help others and still sweat, it will be too disgusting.

Although she had never had sweaty hands since she was a child, when she took the initiative to hold the hand of the person she had been longing for for the first time, the girl always had endless worries in her heart.

The two of them moved through the crowd and finally stopped at a relatively deserted store.

The flow of people here is no longer so large that one can get lost without paying attention.

But it was not until they reached the store door that Hanase Shion slowly let go of her hand.

This is a clothing store that looks very expensive. Even in a world-class shopping district like Shibuya, there are still very few customers who patronize this kind of store.

As soon as I entered the store, the elegantly dressed waitress immediately greeted me warmly.

While politely greeting, I also asked what kind of drinks and snacks I would like.

The concerned attitude made Sakurai Itsuki feel that it was a bit too much.

Hane Shion, on the other hand, looked normal. She calmly asked for a bottle of soda water and told the waiter that she had made an appointment to pick up her clothes.

Sakurai Itsuki is making a lot of money now, but he has little exposure to such an environment.

Now I truly understand why the old money always look down on those nouveau riche who became rich overnight.

I couldn't help but make up my mind to work harder to make money in the future.

"Okay, can I change here?"

The waiter nodded at the two of them.

For some reason, Sakurai Itsuki always felt that there was something strange in the way he looked at the waiter.

When she looked at herself, it was always like she was looking at a gigolo kept by a beautiful rich woman.

Soon Sakurai Itsuki knew why.

"Mr. Ashu, this way please."

The clerk invited Sakurai Itsuki with a strange name.

Sakurai Itsuki was stunned at first, but then he realized that Hane Shion had prepared a set for herself as well.

He turned around and looked at Hane Shion, but before he could ask, Hane Shion spoke first.

"Hmph, you're going to attend the Shueisha Annual Meeting wearing that outfit. You can afford to lose face, but as your partner, I can't. This is my first time attending the annual meeting!"

If it were Sato Wakaba, she would definitely say that she had prepared a surprise for him, and now make onomatopeia sounds of "clang! clang!", ask him what he thinks, and then force Sakurai Itsuki to make a surprised expression.

And if it was the shameless girl Yuki Mizuno, she would definitely press her body against it, saying that this was specially prepared for her sweetheart, and then continue with some sweet words.

However, even though Hane Shion had rehearsed many times, she still couldn't do what the two of them did.

The final speech was still full of Hanase Shion's flavor.

"Oh, thanks a lot, money."

Sakurai Itsuki nodded. She originally thought that as a student, it would be okay for her to wear simple clothes to attend the party.

But he seemed to have ignored Hanase Shion's feelings.

Shueisha's annual meeting is not like a year-end team-building activity for company employees, but a formal party attended by many industry leaders.

A lady from a noble family like Hanase Shion really shouldn't dress so simply, and as a partner, it's a bit strange to be so sloppy.

"Consider it a gift from me. After all, I bought it for you on my own initiative, so just accept it." Hanase Shion said, "Or, on my birthday next year, you can just give me some small gift."

Hane Shion also began to make careful calculations in her mind.

If she said that, wouldn't he prepare a birthday for himself just like he did for Sato Wakaba?
I am such a genius.

Sakurai Itsuki nodded when he heard that and turned to look at the shop assistants smiling.

I thought to myself, okay, now I am a real gigolo in their eyes.

Sakurai Itsuki followed the clerk into the room and quickly changed into the suit that looked expensive.

"Because you're in a hurry and you didn't come to try on the clothes in person, we only have simple data. Some small details may not be perfect yet. You can wait until after the dinner and come to our store so that we can make adjustments based on the store's needs."

The clerk spoke kindly.

“I think it’s perfect.”

Sakurai Itsuki looked at himself in the mirror and felt a little strange.

It’s not that Sakurai Itsuki is narcissistic, he has always been aware of his handsomeness.

But compared to before, I always feel that her temperament has been completely sublimated with the blessing of this blue and black suit.

He is not some campus boy, but the kind of elegant and graceful young man from a rich family that you see in movies.

Elegant yet youthful.

But where did she get her own size?

"Indeed, you're as handsome as a Johnny's idol," the clerk praised enthusiastically. "But perhaps you could ask Ms. Hanase's opinion?"

It seemed as if the clerk had mistaken them for a young couple.

"It's okay, the style and fabric are just random choices I made."

At this moment, Hane Shion also changed into her custom-made dress and walked out from behind the door.

Listening to the clerk's praise for Sakurai Itsuki, she felt quite satisfied and her tone became proud. It was as if all this was due to her good taste and good selection.

Sakurai Itsuki turned to look at Hane Shion, slightly distracted.

She changed into a light blue evening gown and put on beautiful high heels.

Although the dress she wore continued her usual simple style, it did not expose large areas of skin and did not have an exaggerated skirt that reached the ground.

But it's so stunning that it makes people stunned.

No one else can act out that kind of unconcealable aura of a rich lady.

"Why, am I that good-looking? I'm dumbfounded."

Looking at Sakurai Itsuki's stunned gaze, Hane Shion felt delighted but shy, so she quickly took the windbreaker she had just taken off from the clerk and put it on herself.

Then he began to mutter and complain with secret glee.

"It's really beautiful. I almost forgot that you are a young lady."

Sakurai Itsuki nodded, recalling the amazement he felt when he first caught a glimpse of her.

I have been in contact with her too much and have become familiar with her too much during this period. Because of her weird personality and strange scandals, I almost forgot how beautiful she is.

However, it is not easy to get close to it now, and one can only admire its stunning beauty from afar.

Although her words are still unkind now, her shy expression has completely betrayed her previous coldness that kept others at a distance.

How to describe Sakurai Itsuki's feelings?

It's like a little enemy who has always been bothering you and bullying you, suddenly one day, she puts on adult clothes in front of you for the first time, and then you realize that she has grown into a graceful young lady.

Although she has not completely lost her girlish innocence, she is like a green fruit that has not yet fully reddened but is already tasted. The astringency has become a refreshing flavor.

"Humph, you're such a loser. You can't even praise others. If you ever get a girlfriend, she'll definitely not be able to stand you."

Hane Shion turned her gaze in another direction, and the corners of her mouth, which could not hide the smile, were already raised to the sky.

Apparently, this kind of praise, which was regarded as "not being able to praise others", had an unexpectedly great effect on her.

She is so pretty and a young lady, but she will be very happy if she receives any compliments. She is more energy-efficient than a guy who consumes "a matcha cake" of energy when he gets angry.

Even, you can give him gold coins in return.

Otherwise, just don't work hard. She is so easy to fool anyway. If you just cheat her, maybe she can support him for the rest of his life.

There's nothing wrong with being a gigolo.

But it only took a moment for Sakurai Itsuki to dismiss the idea.

You still have to be self-reliant. A son-in-law doesn't have human rights. And it was inappropriate for Sakurai Itsuki to think of the dirty words she had sent him before.

At first he thought it was just talk from Hanase Shion.

But now I suddenly thought, don’t those rich ladies on the Internet also play extremely exaggeratedly in private?
Although she is young, she is undoubtedly a genuine rich woman.

If her fetish is really like that, then what she shows in her books and dirty words is
He can't bear it.

The most important thing is that now Sakurai Itsuki is looking in the mirror wearing the suit that she had chosen and made for him. When he thinks about it carefully, he always feels that something is wrong.

The back of my neck felt a little cold for no reason.

As the shop assistants looked at Hane Shion's extremely shy reaction, the very professional smiles on their faces gradually became kind and gentle.

This is the youthfulness of seventeen or eighteen years old, whether a rich girl or a poor boy, both look so good, just like in an idol drama!

"Almost done? I'm almost done. I still have somewhere else to go."

Shion Hane felt a little shy when she saw the shop assistants smiling at her like they were looking at a young couple, so she temporarily took off her high heels, changed into warm boots, and urged Sakurai Itsuki.

Sakurai Itsuki didn't hesitate and nodded, temporarily put on the thick down jacket, and walked out with the store clerks' farewell.

"How do you know my size?" Sakurai Itsuki finally couldn't help but ask curiously.

The shoes, pants, and clothes all fit perfectly, unlike when you buy clothes online where the size is estimated based on your height and weight.

"Is this, is this important?" asked Hane Shion.

"You make me a little scared." Sakurai Itsuki said.

He knew that the girl in front of him was a tsundere, and he also knew that some of her habits were a bit morbid, but if they really developed in a strange direction.

There are hot girls and idols around him, and it seems that their relationships are more ambiguous than the other.

But I'm a little afraid that she will go to extremes.

Being raped is no big deal; what he fears is something more extreme.

"Fear?"

Hanase Shion was stunned for a moment, then as the illustrator of the book, she immediately reacted, frowned and cursed: "You don't think I'm some kind of nympho who would secretly do strange things to you, do you? You bastard! I'm not a nympho."

"This is a public place." Sakurai Itsuki reminded. Although this was a relatively deserted area in Shibuya, there were still quite a few people here.

Upon hearing this, Hanase Shion hurriedly lowered her voice in panic: "Anyway, I'm not a nympho! Even if I were, it wouldn't be yours. You're such a narcissist. You're so high up just because the clerk praised you a few times."

"Then how did you know?"

"It's Hase Hatsuna. Didn't she say she wanted to choose cosplay costumes for you guys, so she took a quick measurement of your data?"

"Oh, that's true."

Sakurai Itsuki then remembered that CM had discussed COS before, but because the clothes she chose were too revealing, she was rejected by the club.

Sakurai Itsuki almost forgot about it, but it turned out that the real purpose of this matter was not the wine!
She was the mastermind behind this, and no one knew how she convinced Hase Hatsuna.

Oh, maybe there was no need to convince him at all. That bastard had been expecting some weird shit to break out between the three of them.

"As for your shoe size. Doesn't the school have size numbers when purchasing indoor shoes? I wouldn't do anything as bad as overturning your shoe cabinet!" Hanase Shion explained.

"So, why don't you just ask me directly instead of going through so much trouble?" Sakurai Itsuki asked curiously again.

"Why do you have so many questions? Are you annoying? If you're scared, then I'll be scared too. The more scared, the better! You can be scared to death. It would be best if you were so scared that your legs would shake when you saw me!"

Hane Shion stopped explaining and took two quick steps forward impatiently.

I thought to myself, if I asked you in advance, Ruoye would definitely know.

And Ruoye knew that he would definitely stick around you in the future, so they came to the store together to try on clothes a few days ago.

How can I use this as an excuse to ask you out early and meet you alone today?
After the experience of being carefully prepared last time but inexplicably intercepted by Sato Wakaba, Hane Shion's plan this time was obviously much more cautious.

And she didn't want Ruoye to know about this matter or interfere.

This is a matter between the two of them.

"Okay, I'm scared of you. My legs are shaking."

Sakurai Itsuki didn't ask any more questions and followed him.

Anyway, Miss Hane Shion has always had a unique way of thinking, so it's not too surprising that she does things that go against normal human logic.

"Hmph, you'd better." After saying this, Hanase Shion tilted her head to the side and stretched out her arm towards Sakurai Itsuki.

Sakurai Itsuki looked at her clenched fist, feeling a little confused.

"There are a lot of people ahead, be careful not to get lost."

Hanase Shion urged in a voice as soft as a mosquito.

It was very embarrassing for her to keep stretching her arms like this and not get any feedback.

Sakurai Itsuki also understood what she meant and gently reached out to hold her slender wrist.

Sakurai Itsuki thought that he had been infected by her and started to imagine some strange things.

How could this girl, who was even shy about having her wrist pulled, actually do the things she boasted about?

"Then take me away." Sakurai Itsuki said.

"Ah."

Hane Shion, who was pretending to be angry, suddenly broke her act and laughed softly.

Although they were not holding hands with their fingers intertwined like those loving couples on the streets of Shibuya.

But this is also good.

This way you don’t have to worry about your palms sweating due to being too nervous.

Moreover, when I was squatting in the corner of the alley, crying quietly, he reached out and pulled my wrist, leading me away from that corner.

Perhaps from that time on, he no longer felt so disgusted in his heart.
With her wrist held, Hanase Shion led him through the crowd.

This is what makes them different from those couples holding hands on the street. It is a unique romance that belongs only to them.

(End of this chapter)