After my divorce, I became a Tokyo literary giant

Chapter 63 The Red Kiss Mark on the Ex-husband's Neck

So, you shouldn’t look for a woman who likes to go to nightclubs.

This sentence is not without reason.

There is no such thing as being untainted by the mud; there is only such a thing as being completely stained by the mud.

In such a noisy and ambiguous environment, coupled with the effect of alcohol, no matter how pure a girl is, she will become a different person.

Just like Maki Saionji.

Before she drank, she was such a noble, cold, serious and strong woman.

After drinking, she sat on her brother-in-law's lap with a dazed look on her face; her collar was pulled down, revealing her fair skin, and her hair was messy, looking like a woman who could be obtained for a little money.

Maki Saionji narrowed her eyes slightly, looking a little tipsy and dazed, showing unprecedented charm and temptation.

Moreover, she has a very charming fragrance and soft touch. There is no need for seduction, and it is hard to forget once you touch her - this seems to be an innate magic.

For a woman who suppresses her strong desire, there is nothing more delicious than a healthy and strong man. Her waist has already twisted and slid over uncontrollably...

"Do you feel a sense of accomplishment when you find out that a man has feelings for you?" Tazaki Saku suddenly asked.

"No, you dirty pervert, don't even think about touching me..." Saionji Maki leaned back almost coquettishly, her eyes becoming more and more blurred.

However, Tazaki Saku did not respond.

He simply raised his beautiful eyebrows, with a dark, mocking glint in his eyes, as if to say, "Hey, look at you, you dirty woman."

At this moment, Saionji Maki slowly shook her head: "No, I'm not..."

Slowly regaining consciousness, his vision became clear again.

She checked her surroundings and was still in the company reunion box.

Tazaki Saku was looking at her.

"In the future, you will have more and more moments like this..." He said, smiling cunningly, like a young man who specialized in playing pranks, betraying his kind nature with a clean and cunning smile, "Moments when you become a filthy woman."

"..."

Maki Saionji really felt that she had to stay away from him.

Although she could still hold on to the last line of defense, she was losing confidence, and her body was becoming increasingly restless...

"Oh, no, I have to go back." Maki Saionji stood up suddenly, picked up her handbag, and walked out staggeringly.

"I'll take the president back, you guys can have fun."

Tazaki Sakuya stood up to say goodbye, and his colleagues watched him leave with understanding eyes.

It was a little after nine in the evening, and Kabukicho was bustling with activity, with couples and one-time lovers a common sight in the streets and alleys.

Young men and women leaned against the dim street lamp pillars, exchanging saliva.

Under the bright night sky, palms rubbing against each other, bodies colliding with each other, the night wind blowing past the messy signs; noisy voices, booming music, the sound of trams running in and out of Shinjuku Station; the chaotic and disorderly city deepens the impression of rampant materialism.

Maki Saionji staggered along the busy street, feeling a little cold.

In early autumn in Tokyo, the night temperature was only around ten degrees Celsius. She was so cold that she hugged her arms tightly, looking at the prostitutes soliciting customers on the street one after another, thinking to herself that she was no different from them...

As she walked, she suddenly looked back.

In the crowded crowd behind him, the young man followed aimlessly with his hands in his pockets.

Occasionally, women would surround him, either trying to sell something or to flirt with him, but he would calmly break free from the encirclement with an indifferent look on his face, continuing to maintain the same distance, and following behind her at a leisurely pace.

The trembling of the night, the sensual lights, the invincible confidence...

Walking on this materialistic street, his eyes were bright and his spirit was refreshed. He seemed to be still in the orderly and tidy society like a wardrobe during the day. He did not become capricious just because this was the laissez-faire Kabukicho.

This scene made Saionji Maki burst out laughing.

The autumn night wind didn't seem so cold anymore, so she stopped and waited for him to come up.

Among a bunch of women wearing heavy makeup and competing for beauty, her meticulous and cool temperament is like a breeze blowing in your face.

Tazaki Saku walked over to her and saw that she was shivering from the cold, so he took off his suit jacket and put it on her.

Her body quickly warmed up, and Maki Saionji felt her cheeks also getting slightly warm.

Tazaki Saku's suit jacket was a little big for her, but it also miraculously made her originally tall and plump figure look a little smaller. A strange feeling of being dependent on others made her look a little cute... Her rosy cheeks blown by the night breeze seemed to make her gently intoxicated by the feeling of happiness, but in Tazaki's eyes, it looked like a delicate and morbid state.

"Let's go back..." Maki Saionji regained her composure.

"Oh." Tazaki Saku turned around.

"Where are you going?" asked Maki Saionji.

"Go back to the parking lot, you idiot," Tazaki Saku grumbled. "You just walked away after coming out, not caring how far away you are from the car!"

"..."

Maki Saionji was a little embarrassed and followed him with her head down like a little girl who had made a fool of herself.

She would secretly glance at him from time to time. His beautiful and handsome profile attracted the attention of many passers-by, which made her feel a little proud. As they walked, she couldn't help but rub her arm against his arm, as if to tell passers-by that this man was taken.

Back at the parking lot, Tazaki Saku called a designated driver.

Both were in the back seat.

The wind grew stronger, strings of street lights illuminated the road brightly, and the trees on both sides swayed in the wind.

Maki Saionji opened all the car windows and let the wind blow on her face.

The red, yellow and green lights of the billboard flowed in the corners of her eyes, making her mind, which had just sobered up a little, a little drunk again. Her body tilted uncontrollably and leaned on Tazaki Saku's shoulder.

How humble she is at this moment...

It didn't seem like her brother-in-law was forcing her, but rather that she was actively trying to be intimate with him, like a prostitute who didn't ask for payment...

This idea of self-degradation made Saionji Maki feel ashamed, but also extremely happy. She soon felt exhausted and fell asleep on Tazaki Saku's shoulder, still like a tired prostitute after serving a customer.

On the other side, there was a warm light in Saionji's house.

After finishing her homework and taking a shower, my little sister went to bed at ten o'clock.

Ryoko was alone in the living room, watching the disc of "Chungking Express".

Among all the films of Wong Kar-wai, she likes this one the most, because Tazaki Saku said that she has a charm very similar to the character played by Faye Wong in the film - fresh, pure, and her shyness when her heart is beating fast makes her look straightforward and cute.

As the night deepened, there was no more movement outside the house, only the occasional whistle of a tram passing on the railway bridge in the distance, piercing the night sky.

The sound is intermittent, monotonous and repetitive.

As she listened, Ryoko could no longer focus on the movie.

She thought back to her days in the Triangle.

Whenever a tram passed by, the entire building would make a clanging sound that would shake the window panes. Even in the dead of night, when the trams stopped running, drunks would stagger along the tracks in the bright moonlight, humming songs.

Sometimes when she saw this scene on the balcony in the middle of the night, Ryoko would feel that both the bright moonlight and the staggering drunkard were clear and free... Time had passed like flowing water, and now, she was free too.

When I was single again, I felt a little strange...

The last time I was single was when I was just sixteen...

The subtle feeling of realizing that being loved and cared for was already a thing of the past made Ryoko turn her head and look out the window. Above the eaves of the tea room, there was a cold crescent moon hanging far away, out of reach.

She reached out and touched it a few times, but finally gave up.

Then I picked up my phone and flipped through old photos, which recorded the process of a teenager growing into an adult.

From sixteen to twenty-four.

From sixteen to eighteen, it is the time when children are as fresh and tender as fruits.

At that time, he had a pair of innocent eyes that had not lost their childishness, soft lips like a girl, and a forehead that had just been shaved showing a fresh green color; when he fell in love with a girl at first sight, his cheeks would burn with the color of shame, and his streamlined eyebrows would become gentle.

After the confession is successful, the ecstatic expression is the most beautiful scene in the young man's sentimental moment.

Eighteen to twenty-two years old is the age when youth is in full bloom.

At this stage, his face will gradually become resolute and strong, his cheeks will be tense, and the corners of his mouth will gradually reveal his masculine will; the youthful innocence will burn out and turn into a serious expression; there is still a pure gleam in his eyes, but it is also more serious with a masculine tragic will.

After going through these two stages, what emerges is the beauty of a 24-year-old young person today.

"Oh, I pushed it open with my own hands..." Ryoko sighed dejectedly.

At this moment, car lights were heard outside the house.

The designated driver parked the car in the parking space.

Tazaki Saku paid the money, turned off the car, and the designated driver left.

At the back table, Saionji Maki took out a small mirror from her handbag and held it up to look at her neck.

After discovering the distinct kiss mark, she became embarrassed and said to Tazaki Saku: "You must never tell Ryoko about this..."

"It depends on your performance." Tazaki Saku said in a frivolous tone.

"What do you mean?" Saionji Maki glared at him.

Tazaki Saku tilted his head slightly and pointed at his neck: "Reciprocate, Onee-sama."

“…Asshole!”

Maki Saionji cursed without any harm, and the confusion and struggle in her eyes lasted for less than two seconds before disappearing completely.

In the dim carriage, the woman's sexy red lips opened slightly, revealing her white, sparkling teeth.

The young man's strong neck in the backlight tempted her appetite.

She closed her eyes, and with her slightly trembling lips, she pressed forward, sucking a kiss mark. Then she gently pushed the young man's body away and said, "Are you done..."

Tazaki Saku nodded, opened the car door and got out first.

"Whoo~"

Maki Saionji breathed heavily and picked up the small mirror to look at herself again.

The self in the mirror had red eyes and messy hair, and it definitely didn't look like nothing had happened...

"I'm back." Tazaki Saku walked into the living room first.

"Chungking Express" is playing on the TV in the living room. It is one of the representative works of Ryoko's favorite director.

In this world, Japan's entertainment industry is in serious decline. Famous directors such as Yasujiro Ozu, Akira Kurosawa, Kenji Mizoguchi, and Takeshi Kitano are absent. There is almost no cultural output abroad, and Japan has been culturally invaded by Hong Kong films.

The sound of her ex-husband coming home brought Ryoko back from her memories. She looked towards him and said, "It's late today. Did you go out with your sister?"

"The sales department is having a team building event, and your sister is here too." Tazaki Saku said, walking towards her and planning to go to the bathroom.

When he got closer, Ryoko came over and sniffed his shoulder like a puppy, her eyes flashing with sensitivity: "It smells so good, did you put on perfume?"

"No~" Tazaki Saku shook his head and walked straight past her.

When they passed each other, Ryoko suddenly noticed a bright red kiss mark on her ex-husband's neck...

This, this, this, this...

The ex-wife's eyes twitched, and she felt mixed emotions.

At this moment, there was a slight movement behind him.

Ryoko turned around instantly.

I saw the eldest sister lowering her head, looking like she had done something wrong, and trying to sneak into the bathroom.

"Sister!" Ryoko shouted coldly.

"Eh?"

Maki Saionji shuddered and quickly turned up the collar of her shirt.

"What did you do tonight?" Ryoko looked at her suspiciously.

"Team building, enough talking, I need to take a shower!"

Maki Saionji knew very well that her second sister was very smart and she must not behave too abnormally, so she immediately went into the bathroom.

I filled the tub with hot water, took off my clothes, and looked at the kiss mark on my neck in the mirror. I felt embarrassed and annoyed, but also felt a strange pleasure that I couldn't explain...

After soaking in the bathtub, Maki Saionji rubbed it vigorously a few times, but the kiss mark not only did not disappear, but became more obvious.

This mark, like a lion, marked her body as its territory...

"Oh, I can't let Ryoko find out about my affair with Taki..."

The eldest sister covered her face in shame, muttered to herself, and then squeezed out the shower gel to wash her body.

As I was washing, I recalled what happened tonight and my body began to feel hot and itchy...

"Such a good body, what a waste, what a waste..." Saionji Maki muttered, and couldn't help but sink her hands down, her body slightly tensed, and her cute and delicate toes curled up tightly.

After a moment, she relaxed and leaned against the bathtub and let out a long sigh.

"Hey, why are you becoming more and more dissatisfied? You weren't like this before..."

The woman, immersed in the afterglow, leaned weakly on the edge of the bathtub with a watery and misty look in her eyes.

His expression was a little subtle, as if he had realized that his body was no longer satisfied with the fleeting pleasure brought by this self-deception...

(End of this chapter)