After my divorce, I became a Tokyo literary giant

Chapter 87 Fingers intertwined
"I want to find some time to sketch and take some photos of the scenery. Do you have time to accompany me?"

Hearing these words and being stared at by him, Yukiho Yonekura's heart beat a little faster, and a regret from many years ago suddenly came to her mind.

"Why, why suddenly..." She stuttered a little.

"Do you want to hear what I really think?" Tazaki Saku asked with a smile, his eyes burning.

Looking at his eyes, Yonekura Xuehui felt a little shy, but she still suppressed her shyness and nodded: "Yeah~"

"I hope to spend more time with you outside the company." Tazaki Saku's voice was calm and gentle, with a reassuring power.

"..."

Hearing this, Yukiho Yonekura's pretty face and neck quickly turned red.

I felt both shy and happy.

She finally waited for these words that were almost a confession...

Being stared at by him, Yonekura Yukiho turned her face away, lifted her hair with her small hands, and replied in a trembling voice, "Well, yes... I'm always free. If you want to go, just let me know..."

Looking at her stuttering, feeling both shy and secretly happy, the contrast is huge compared to her usual icy beauty.

Tazaki Saku couldn't help but laugh.

Senior is really simple, she is so happy after just a little coaxing...

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this for now. I need to read the manuscript." Yukiho Yonekura took a deep breath, calmed herself down, focused her attention on the laptop screen, and placed her right fingertips on the touchpad area.

The left hand is still empty.

Tazaki Saku took a look, then came over and sat with her.

They both sat on the floor between the sofa and the coffee table, leaning back against the sofa and enjoying the warm air from the heater.

The heat may have formed dewdrops on the glass, making it wet and heavy. The senior sister's soft body touched him from time to time, and this smooth touch had an extraordinary charm.

Slowly, Tazaki Saku held the senior's empty left hand.

The skin was soft, smooth, and warm, and the palms were slightly moist, as if nervous.

The senior sister's little hand trembled, and after shrinking a little in fright, she stopped dodging.

She let her junior hold her little hand. She didn't say anything, but kept her eyes on the screen, as if she didn't know what was happening.

Tazaki Saku was not satisfied with just holding her hand, but instead spread his fingers and slipped them between hers.

Fingers intertwined!

The senior sister’s hands are small and soft, and they feel so good that you can’t let go.

After his fingers were interlocked, the little hand trembled slightly, but its owner still did not look over, nor did he let it struggle or break free, as if he could do whatever he wanted to it.

Tazaki Saku found it amusing, so he lowered his head and gently kissed the back of her hand.

The wet and hot touch made Yukiho Yonekura shiver, and she instinctively turned around to see what he was doing.

As soon as I turned my head, I saw his eyes raised.

Their eyes met.

There was a smile in his dark eyes, as if to say, "Finally I've caught your attention."

"..."

Why do I feel that my junior is a little childish?
Yukiho Yonekura felt both angry and amused, and she looked back at the computer screen in silence.

This was already a tacit agreement that she could accept what he did to her.

"Senior is so cute." Tazaki Saku couldn't help but praise her, holding her hand and not teasing her any further.

The room is quiet and the light is warm and bright.

The two held hands together, and their hearts were equally spacious and bright.

He was single, she was single, and they both knew each other well, so there was nothing to worry about.

Yukiho Yonekura was enjoying this little sweetness in her heart.

However, her attention was soon drawn to the two manuscripts on the computer.

First up is "Norwegian Wood".

Judging from the title of the book, it gives people a sense of freshness, and intuitively reminds them of the vitality and beauty of natural green.

A deeper dive reveals that the name comes from the Beatles' "Norwegian Wood," a song with simple lyrics about a long-awaited encounter: "I" bump into a girl by chance. We go to her house for drinks and chat until 2 a.m. She says she has to go to work the next day and it's time for bed. "I" skips work, crawls into the bathroom, and falls asleep. When "I" wakes up, I'm alone.

Judging from its category, this is undoubtedly a romance novel.

However, in terms of writing style, this can be classified as a realistic novel.

In terms of content, it is also relatively simple.

The film depicts the love affairs between several young people. Although there are several love triangles, there is no description of jealousy.

Compared to the romantic entanglements between young people, the sex and suicide in the book are more impressive.

In literature, "sex" can be a carrier of many things, such as emotions and ethics. Many authors do not grasp the balance of "erotic but not obscene".

Some people may think that the book "Norwegian Wood" is just right, while others may think it is too much.

Yukiho Yonekura was not very interested in these contents.

The characters in it left a deep impression on her.

Watanabe, who likes reading, music, thinking and being alone, has both extremely emotional and rational sides, and is extremely sincere to himself and others.

Although the description of Hatsumi is very short, her image of being quiet, rational, humorous, kind, and dressed in luxurious and elegant clothes has been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

He has a lively mind, is kind and sincere, optimistic and strong, very emotional, likes to sulk and act like a spoiled child, and is obsessed with his beloved Midori.

Naoko is innocent but introverted, lonely, sensitive and fragile.

After reading the whole book, Yukiho Yonekura couldn't help but sigh in her heart that the writing was indeed very good.

Although it is a clichéd love triangle story with many pornographic passages, this clichéd story is told in a documentary style and poetic language, which makes the book transcend the clichés of general love descriptions and have a deeper meaning in life.

How would you describe your experience reading this book?

It's like the Beatles' "Norwegian wood".

"The freshness of the ocean tide, the sound of the gentle wind, the touch of a girl's skin, the smell of dust, the hazy night, the ethereal longing, and the fairytale dream."

A subtle, indescribable feeling, hazy and real, alluring and yet inexplicably lonely and sad.

After reading the manuscript, Yonekura Yukiho picked up the cold coffee on the table and took a sip. After savoring it for a moment, she nodded and said, "Not bad."

"Is that all you have to say?" asked Tazaki Saku.

"Commercially, this book is bound to be a success!" Yukiho Yonekura gave a positive evaluation.

This is not just a casual remark. After all, books like youth pain literature are aimed at readers between the ages of fifteen or sixteen and early twenties, and these young readers who are still in school or just starting to work are the absolute main buyers of paper books.

Those office workers who are tortured by the workplace are not in the mood to read this kind of book.

"However, I feel like there's something I should say. I hope you don't mind too much..." Yonekura Yukiho tilted her head to look at him, carefully choosing her words, and spoke cautiously, "This book will be a commercial success, but it's destined not to be recognized by the mainstream literary world, and it's unlikely to win any literary awards."

"Hmm~" Tazaki Saku nodded.

Murakami's works have always been criticized for failing to inspire reflection on history, culture, and nation. He simply portrays the sadness and confusion of early adulthood in a more solemn and serious manner.

As I grow older, these sorrows are smoothed out by time, and when I look back at these books, I no longer feel they were so profound.

Seeing her junior’s open-minded look, Yukiho Yonekura felt relieved. Without saying anything more, she turned around and started reading "Kafka on the Shore".

This book seems to be even better than "Norwegian Wood".

The theme of the book, like the youth trilogy, is "searching".

In the absurd novel "Kafka", Kafka, a young boy who was abandoned by his mother and cursed by his father, ran away from home on his fifteenth birthday. He did not want to escape from anything, but had to leave for a reason - to find himself.

Meanwhile, in another timeline, Nakata lost his ability to read and write in an accident as a child, but was able to talk to cats.

Because of this special ability, he met Johnny Walker, a sculptor who specialized in killing cats.

Johnny Walker forced Nakata to kill him, after which Nakata embarked on the journey to Kafka.

Two time and space, two lines intersecting and running parallel.

In this world full of absurdity, there is also warmth.

Whether it is Oshima met in the Kafka line, the kind people met in the Nakata line, or Hoshino who accompanied Nakata in the end, they all care about the physical and emotional needs of others as much as possible.

Metaphors frequently appear in the book, such as how an illiterate old man "killed" a non-existent person without shedding blood, while in reality someone was actually killed; Kafka fulfilled his father's curse, killed his father, and slept with his mother and sister; cats communicated with people; death is never really death... These plots make people feel both mysterious and absurd.

From beginning to end, the two lines run parallel, and the sense of loneliness and alienation is extremely strong.

At the same time, the book often mentions war, using the characters' memories of war to express the confusion of the post-war Japanese...

Compared to "Norwegian Wood", Yukiho Yonekura likes "Kafka on the Shore" more, so she was more fascinated by it.

She was immersed in the text, and Tazaki Saku seemed a little bored.

His gaze gradually moved downward.

The senior sister’s small feet were hidden under the coffee table.

Since I'm bored anyway, I might as well take a look at my feet.

He simply half-lay down, looked inside the coffee table, and saw the senior sister's small feet hidden inside.

This is a pair of petite and lovely jade feet. They must have been carefully maintained and there is no dead skin at all.

The pearl-smooth jade toes emit a unique fragrance, which is especially suitable for holding in the mouth and savoring.

As I watched, the senior sister's little feet suddenly shook, and her toes that were put together opened slightly and then tightened, looking very playful and cute.

Did you see some tense plot?
When Tazaki Sakuma was feeling strange, he was lightly slapped on the head.

When I looked up, I saw that the senior schoolmate's face was slightly red, and she scolded me angrily: "You are not serious! If you continue like this, I will kick you out..."

Yeah, I was discovered.

Then stop pretending!
Before going to see Kujo Sakurako, let's play with the senior first.

"By the way, senior, I have a gift for you." Tazaki Saku suddenly said.

"Hmm?" Yukiho Yonekura looked at her strangely.

"Look, this is it." Tazaki Saku reached into his briefcase and took out one of the two boxes of stockings.

“…Ah?” Yukiho Yonekura was dumbfounded.

"When I was shopping at the mall yesterday, I saw this brand of stockings was on sale, so I bought a pair to give to you." Tazaki Saku said with a smile, his eyes sincere and genuine.

...Although Miss Kujo asked him to buy the stockings for making tea today.

"When have Balenciaga stockings ever been on sale..." Yonekura Yukiho looked suspicious.

As a girl from a wealthy family, she has some knowledge about such high-end brands. Famous and expensive brands are generally not discounted.

How could Tazaki Saku know this? He had just said it casually, so he could only continue to be stubborn: "Then I don't know. Maybe I bought a fake? Never mind, none of this matters. What matters is, do you like it, Senior?"

Can Yukiho Yonekura still say she doesn’t like me?

Not to mention it's fake, even if it's poisonous, she will nod and accept it.

"Yeah, I like it. Thank you."

"If you like it, put it on and show it to me."

"……what?"

Junior, your map is too short...

"I'm obsessed with stockings!"

Facing the senior's strange look, Tazaki Saku nodded in agreement without hesitation.

"..."

Now it was Yukiho Yonekura's turn to feel embarrassed.

Why should I satisfy your desires...

Isn't this a girlfriend's duty?

What I mean is that my junior thinks of me as his girlfriend?

For a moment, Yonekura Yukiho felt both delighted and embarrassed. She hesitated for a long time holding the stocking box, unable to let go...

So pure.

Well, it doesn't matter. Ryoko was so pure at the beginning, but she became a slut later...

"I'm leaving soon." Tazaki Saku said with a smile, with a hint of urging.

Hearing this, the senior student bit her lower lip lightly, glanced up the stairs for a few times, and then nodded as if she had made up her mind.

The little hand took the stockings and opened the box.

High-end stockings have a delicate and soft feel, good workmanship and great color.

Then, she sat on the sofa, grabbed the top of the stockings, put them on her toes, and slowly pulled them to the middle of her thighs... Because they were suspender stockings, she couldn't wear anything underneath at this time, so she could only wear them as stockings.

Finish putting on one leg, then the other.

Her legs are well-proportioned and beautiful, and her toenails are pink and tender, with a strong color contrast against the tips of her thin black stockings.

Perhaps because of shyness, the toes are slightly tightened in the stockings, like slightly bent cat paws, which makes her look even more adorable.

Under Tazaki Saku's gaze, she quickly put on the stockings on the other leg, stretched her legs and pulled up the socks.

"Okay, okay..." Yukiho Yonekura said weakly, her cheeks already flushed.

Although she didn't mind being admired by her junior, she was still embarrassed to be watched while putting on stockings...

"So beautiful!" Tsukuru Tazaki praised.

Yonekura Yukiho's face turned alarmingly red, and she looked out the window awkwardly: "B-That's all right? Anything else?"

"Come on, step on me."

"……what?"

(End of this chapter)