Tokyo, My Childhood Friend is a Ghost Story

Chapter 22 should be paired with a short skirt.

"Kasyapa, you're back so late."

As soon as he entered the bedroom, Xiao Fujiang's voice, which sounded both coquettish and resentful, came from the desk. Looking at Xiao Fujiang, who had changed into a porcelain-colored kimono, Uta Kasyapa apologized repeatedly.

"I spent too much time playing with my classmates today. Look, these are snacks I bought for you."

Xiao Fujiang climbed up from her comic book, looked up at the mountain of snacks on the table that seemed like a mountain compared to her, and immediately spoke in a sweet voice.

"I want to eat potato chips!"

"Okay, I'll open it for you right away."

Uta Kassapa broke the potato chips into pieces and placed them next to Fukie. Looking at Fukie, who was looking satisfied and happy, he smiled.

It's so much easier to talk to Xiao Fujiang. If it were Fujiang, she would probably be sitting there with her arms crossed, all angry, waiting for me to figure out how to coax her.

Meanwhile, in the next room, Fukie, who had learned from Xiao Fukie that Uta Kasyapa had finally returned, was secretly displeased in bed.

"Tsk, who knows where he's off off to these days? He doesn't even take me with him, let alone come looking for me!"

Recalling how Uta Kasaya had been unusually affectionate towards her for less than a day after their rooftop kiss a few days prior, before reverting to his previous aloof demeanor, Fukie was furious.

That's just how things are sometimes. If you take a step back, you feel like you've lost out the more you think about it; if you endure it for a while, you get angrier the more you think about it. And Fu Jiang has never been a girl who is good at suppressing her bad emotions.

So when Uta Kassapa heard footsteps coming from inside the house, he hurriedly and hastily put Xiao Fue into the wardrobe.

"Kasyapa, potato chips~"

Little Fujang cooperated by snuggling into Uta Kasyapa's palm, where he held her and hid in a corner. However, he secretly wondered what Fujang was up to this time.

What's there to be angry about? It's so annoying that they have to come over in the middle of the night and disturb her and Kasyapa's time together!

Despite her thoughts, seeing Uta Kasaya looking apologetic outside the wardrobe door, Xiao Fujiang offered words of comfort.

"It's alright, you should go pick her up. If she finds out about you and me, she'll definitely get angry with you again."

Having played a little trick, Fu Jiang deliberately said something bad about Fu Jiang. After speaking, Fu Jiang smiled and waved to Uta Kasyapa, then slowly closed the wardrobe door.

Downstairs, Fu Jiang, who was aware of Xiao Fu Jiang's every move, pouted unhappily, feeling extremely bad.

What's with this feeling of frustration—knowing your husband is having an affair but being unable to confront him?!
Despite her anger, Fujang knew she couldn't expose Xiao Fujang. Not only would it put Uta Kasyapa in a difficult position, but it would also mean losing a thorn in his side that he had planted openly.

She hadn't forgotten Jia Yezi, the girl who was taken in by Uta Kasaya on a rainy day, and who was humble to the core!
Men shouldn't be too fond of girls who are good-looking, have a good figure, lack self-confidence, and habitually depend on others!
Whether it's life and career, or the kitchen and bedroom, this kind of woman does whatever the man says, not only without resisting, but also knowing to bend over as soon as he pats her butt.

No man can resist it; a man might choose a woman as a partner because of her looks, family background, or other factors.

But if given a choice, any man would choose a woman like Jia Yezi, who is gentle and good-looking.

Even if she is very beautiful, how many men in this world don't cheat?
So no matter how you look at it, that damned, tea-flavored split entity is temporarily untouchable.

Thinking of this, Fujang composed herself and reverted to being the spoiled and grumbling girlfriend she always was.

"How did you come?"

Looking at Uta Kasyapa coming down from upstairs, Fukie crossed her arms and looked to the side unhappily.

"I turned down several invitations for you today, and you went out to have fun without taking me along!"

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How do I know you'll refuse someone's invitation? Usually, you'd happily go along with them in these situations, wouldn't you?
"What's that expression on your face?"

Uta Kassapa didn't say anything, but went downstairs and took out her favorite Aoba brand orange juice from the refrigerator and handed it to her.

I'll go shopping with you tomorrow.

Looking at the orange juice Uta Kasyapa handed him, he recalled how he had casually complained yesterday afternoon that there was no orange juice, and how Uta had gone out of his way to buy some today. "You're smart to know what's good for you."
Fujang, secretly pleased, maintained her displeased expression, took the orange juice, and plopped down on the sofa.

Uta Kassapa breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Fukie's anger had been suppressed.

Then I sat down next to her and watched Fu Jiang take a sip of orange juice.

Aoba brand orange juice has a very obvious bitter taste. I don't know why Fujang, who loves sweets and all kinds of high-end ingredients, would like the taste of Aoba brand orange juice.

However, Uta Kassapa was not curious about this. At this moment, as he watched Fukie raise her snow-white neck and tilt her head back to drink orange juice, his gaze began to uncontrollably travel down her neck.

Her white short-sleeved shirt was slightly stretched up by her budding flowers, her long, slender yet shapely legs were curled up and swayed to the right, her pearly toes occasionally wiggling playfully.

For a moment, Uta Kasyapa was somewhat stunned.

Fukie's beauty is almost impeccable. Uta Kassapa has seen other women's naked bodies before, but even the teachers in the film are portrayed with multiple layers of beautification.

Their skin condition was far worse than Fu Jiang's.

She was like an AI beauty, so beautiful it was unreal, with skin as beautiful as jade, exuding an eerie charm.

Fukie naturally noticed Uta Kasyapa's gaze. Seeing him staring at her intently, a subtle smile appeared on Fukie's lips.

Pretending not to notice Uta Kasyapa's state, Fukie put down the orange juice and shifted her legs, trying to show him the perfect curves of her legs.

"I remember you have white stockings, right?"

Uta Kasyapa's whisper startled Fukie at first, then she rolled her eyes.

"no!"

You didn't want it when I offered it to you, and now? I wouldn't give it to you even if you begged!

She retorted angrily, and Uta Kasyapa only realized why he had suddenly said such a thing after being yelled at by her.

"By the way, are you sleeping at my place tonight?"

Fu Jiang rolled her eyes.

"Who sleeps at your house? What's our relationship?"

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Fukie's words left Uta Kasyapa speechless for a moment, unsure how to answer the question.

Seeing his silence, Fu Jiang's face suddenly fell, and she angrily got up and walked towards her home.

After watching Fukie leave, Uta Kasyapa sat alone in the living room for a while, then silently prepared to return to his bedroom.

However, just as he was about to turn off the lights, the door that had been left open for Fukie suddenly opened. Utaka wondered why the young lady was back again.

He turned back in confusion, and then...

A bright, pure white outfit with a hint of pink appeared before my eyes, and the edge of the stockings perfectly accentuated the rounded thighs, creating a slight indentation.

"It should be paired with a short skirt."

With her arms crossed, Fukie, who was expectantly awaiting Uta Kasyapa's sincere praise, gradually changed her expression from proud anticipation to bewilderment.

She glanced down at her pink hot pants, then at the regretful Uta Kasyapa, and her expression gradually became distorted.

"Uta Kasyapa!!!"

(End of this chapter)