Tokyo, 1994, starting with medical training

Chapter 76 You're not worthy?

Imagawa Ori bit her lip, a sense of unease spreading through her.

Could something have happened at the store?

Is it that new scoundrel, Takakage Ishikawa, who's been up to something behind the scenes?

He kept his eyes on the top spot, using underhanded tactics.

If he stopped the car...

No, it's impossible.

The manager was a smart man. He knew that Nakamori-san would never be interested in the men in the shop, and he also knew that she was the one in the shop who could best please lonely women.

The cold wind felt like knives scraping against my face.

Imagawa Ori knew she couldn't just wait any longer.

She turned and walked toward a tobacco and general store not far behind her.

These shops usually have public telephones; you can buy three minutes of talk time by inserting a ten-yen coin.

That's enough to understand the current situation.

Imagawa Ori pushed open the glass door.

He took a ten-yen coin out of his handbag, inserted it into the pink public phone, and then dialed the number.

"Hey, Kagura Club."

The phone call was accompanied by background music and the manager's slightly tired voice.

"It's me, Imagawa." Imagawa Ori gripped the microphone tightly, lowering her voice and temper.

"Where's the car? Yamamoto hasn't arrived yet?"

"I've been standing here in this cold wind for forty minutes!"

"Do you want me to freeze to death on the roadside, or do you want Nakamori-san to get impatient and just leave?"

"Huh?" The manager was taken aback by her question and paused for a moment.

"Imagawa-kun, you haven't gotten on the bus yet?"

"I even specifically told Yamamoto to arrive at Matsuno's house early to wait for you because the roads are slippery from the snow!"

"He drove the car away from the garage at 8:30."

It didn't sound like a lie, and at this critical juncture, the manager couldn't possibly be faking it.

Are you leaving the top spot out in the open?

Is he out of his mind and can't he deliver on his performance targets?

Imagawa Ori took a deep breath and calmed down.

From Chiyoda-cho, where Kagura Club is located, it usually only takes about ten minutes to drive to this "Matsunoya" restaurant.

Even if the roads are blocked by heavy snow tonight, Yamamoto is a veteran driver with twenty years of experience. He could navigate the bridge over the Tone River with his eyes closed.

"Has Yamamoto not contacted the store?"

"no."

"Has Nakamori-san arrived yet?"

"She's here. She arrived ten minutes ago. She brought two large suitcases tonight, which were full of cash."

"Then stop talking nonsense and send another car over right away."

"Well, we don't have any cars left in the shop. They're all being used to pick up customers. Even if I wanted to pick you up, I can't leave right now."

As he spoke, the manager glanced into the store.

That one glance was nothing serious, but it almost made him drop the phone from his hand.

Through the receiver, Imagawa Ori heard the manager's suddenly rapid breathing and a suppressed "bastard."

"Oh no, oh no, something terrible is going to happen." The manager's voice trembled slightly.

Then, speaking rapidly into the phone, he said, "Ah, that idiot Ishikawa, he's heading straight for Nakamori-san with a bottle of liquor!"

"Imagawa-san, hurry up and find a way to get here."

"I'm hanging up now!"

Before Imagawa could even ask a question, all she heard was the "beep beep beep" of the phone hanging up.

"You bastard!"

She slammed the microphone back onto the landline, then turned and pushed open the door to the grocery store.

The snow outside is getting heavier.

What were just fine snowflakes have now turned into heavy snowfall, carried by the strong winds, swirling and dancing in the air, turning everything in sight into a vast expanse of white.

……

Inside the "Kagura Club," crystal chandeliers cast a mesmerizing light.

In the booth area, Takakage Ishikawa held a freshly opened bottle of Dom Pérignon, a smile he thought was charming on his face.

He straightened his bow tie.

The opportunity is here.

Sachiko Nakamori has been there for ten minutes, while Naoki Imagawa (stage name) still hasn't seen a single person.

This was his chance to take advantage of the situation.

Everyone else in the shop said that Sachiko Nakamori was only interested in Naoko Imagawa, who was dressed as a man, but he didn't believe it.

A woman is a woman.

There's no such thing as an absolute orientation; it's just that she hasn't met a man who can conquer her yet, especially someone like Sachiko Nakamori who is in her prime.

Ishikawa Takakage was confident in himself.

Sachiko Nakamori was sitting in a booth, her face looking very unpleasant. On the table in front of her were two aluminum alloy boxes used to hold money.

No one could resist swallowing their saliva at the sight.

"Good evening, Nakamori-san."

Ishikawa Takakage bowed slightly, adopting a gentlemanly posture.

He lowered his voice, which had a touch of magnetism: "Imagawa-kun, something may have kept you up. I was worried you might be lonely, so I'll keep you company with a drink?"

Sachiko Nakamori raised her eyelids and gave him a cold glance.

She was in a bad mood.

Tonight, I originally planned to use money to knock Imagawa Naoko unconscious, fulfilling the wish I couldn't achieve last time. After that, I could find a new lover next year.

The women she abandoned were those she had obtained.

But the result?

Imagawa Naoto hasn't arrived yet, are we just going to leave her here like this?

What does this mean?

Do they think that Sachiko Nakamori's money is too easy to earn, and they don't need to put any effort into maintaining it?

The humiliation of being so blatantly ignored and sidelined lingered in her mind, making her grit her teeth in anger.

But for some reason, this caused an indescribable tingling sensation to rise in the inner thighs...

She couldn't help but squeeze her legs together.

Of course, Sachiko Nakamori still showed her annoyance and impatience on her face.

Who are you?

"I'm Ishikawa, and I'm new to the shop."

Ishikawa Takakage was not deterred by her coldness; instead, he took another step forward.

"Nakamori-san, getting angry can cause wrinkles, you know."

"Tonight is a joyous occasion, why don't I serve you?"

As he spoke, he raised the wine bottle in his hand, indicating that he wanted to pour some wine.

Sachiko Nakamori narrowed her eyes and looked at the attendant in front of her.

Indeed, he has a good-looking face, somewhat like a popular idol star, and he's probably very attractive to women. Most women would find it hard to resist the words he says.

This made her feel nauseous.

What she liked was Naoki Imagawa's cool, aloof temperament, and that ascetic feeling as if he were untouched by worldly affairs.

Instead of this kind of guy who comes crawling around like a dog in heat.

"Oh?" But she beckoned, "Since you're so eager to serve, then come and pour the drinks."

Ishikawa Takakage was ecstatic.

really!

The rumors are all false!

What do you mean he only likes women? What do you mean he can't live without Naoki Imagawa? That's ridiculous!

If you just take the initiative, you can easily win over this lonely, resentful woman.

"Yes, it's my honor."

He strode forward, knelt on one knee, leaned forward, and filled the glass with champagne.

The movements were very precise and the person was very attentive.

"Nakamori-san, please enjoy your meal."

Takakage Ishikawa raised his glass, offered it with both hands, and looked at him with deep affection.

Sachiko Nakamori took the glass.

She looked at the rising bubbles in the cup, then at the expectant face in front of her.

That's really disgusting.

So she raised her glass and flicked her wrist.

wow-

The entire glass of cold champagne was slowly poured over Ishikawa Takakage's head.

Pale golden liquid flowed down his meticulously styled hair, down his forehead, bridge of his nose, and cheeks.

"Nakamori...san?"

Takakage Ishikawa was completely stunned.

But Sachiko Nakamori merely parted her red lips and coldly uttered a few words.

"You dare to challenge me?"

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(End of this chapter)