Tokyo, love before they become female ghosts

【Name - Mako Yamamura, Meme Reaper】

[Characteristic: Never stop, never give up]

[Humanity: 9 points]

[Ghostly Principle: 55 points]

Looking at Mako's increased humanity value, Hase Takuya felt very gratified.

Damn it, all that time he spent being a good person wasn't for nothing.

Luckily, this big girl wasn't made of stone, or it would have been troublesome...

Takuya Hase led her to the prepared guest room and began to speak.

"I'll bring you the clothes hangers in a bit. Sit here for a while and check if the bedding and other things are suitable. If not, let me know and I'll change them for you."

After saying that, Takuya Hase turned and walked out of the bedroom.

The guest room was small, only about ten square meters. On the right side, in the corner by the window, there was a brown table and chairs.

Opposite the table and chairs was a thick tatami mat.

Facing the tatami mats, there was a simple clothesline.

The room was very clean, and there was a faint smell of sunshine in the air.

Mako put down her two black bags, pondered for a moment, and then gently sat down on the tatami mat.

A soft touch came from below my bottom, and I watched the sunlight filtering through the floor window and falling faintly onto the middle of the tatami mat.

With a thud, Mako collapsed onto the tatami mat.

The length is just right, allowing me to lie down completely.

Slightly lifting her head from the pillow, and looking at her black socks with her two big toes sticking out, Mako felt a strange, long-forgotten shyness welling up inside her.

Lying on her pillow, looking out at the peaceful shade of the trees outside the window, drowsiness welled up from the bottom of her heart, and Mako slowly closed her eyes.

When I woke up, the sun was no longer shining into the room.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Mako suddenly sat up in bed.

I looked around the room somewhat blankly, and then a pair of brand-new white socks still wrapped in plastic caught my eye.

Mako pursed her lips, took the sock, and gently tore it open.

As the brand-new, thick socks clung to her feet, a softness appeared in Mako's usually stagnant eyes.

I changed into clean white socks and went to the living room. The living room was quiet, and the figure I expected was nowhere to be seen.

I sat down in front of the kotatsu, and then the smell of sweat filled my nostrils.

After a moment's thought, Mako got up and went to the bathroom.

After turning on the water heater and adjusting the temperature, she took off her sweat-soaked vest and work pants, revealing her beautiful and strong figure in the bathroom.

Warm water poured down her hair, wetting it and flowing over her tightly closed eyes, landing on her round, firm breasts, and then spreading down her long, shapely legs to the ground.

I took the shampoo, smelled it, squeezed it into my palm, and although it wasn't the one I usually use, I inexplicably liked it.

As I was rubbing my hair, I heard footsteps coming from the living room.

"I'm not sure about your size, so I bought you a loose-fitting set based on your height. It should fit you for now. I'll buy you another one tomorrow."

The sound disappeared, and the shadow behind the glass door vanished as well.

With a slight pursing of her lips, Mako rinsed the foam off her head and took his bath towel to begin washing her body.

The scrubbing was so vigorous that it subtly reddened the bronze skin.

I dried myself off and pulled open a crack to take the clothes from the washing machine outside.

After changing, Mako returned to the living room.

The black short-sleeved shirt was very form-fitting, but a bit tight, and it pushed up, revealing a little bit of her waist.

The same goes for the pants of the same color; they're a bit uncomfortable around the buttocks.

However, it was very clean, extremely clean, and had the unique scent of new clothes.

Upon entering the living room, I could hear the sounds of cooking taking place in the kitchen.

I put on my slippers and went to the kitchen, where I saw Hase-kun cooking.

"The dishes I cook tend to be more like Chinese cuisine. Try them out later and see if you like them."

"Um."

"Are these clothes okay to wear?"

"Yes, you can."

Takuya Hase subconsciously turned his head to look, and was immediately attracted by the straight and upright breasts, and then naturally noticed the two protrusions.

Turning around abruptly, Takuya Hase appeared somewhat embarrassed.

"underwear..."

"It's dirty, it needs to be washed clean."

"Um..."

Seeing that he deliberately avoided looking at her, a slight ripple flashed in Mako's calm eyes.

"Hase-kun".

"Um?"

"You are a good person."

"Um...not really."

I simply know how capable you are, and I understand what I would become if something happened to you. I'm just plain afraid of dying...

"There are some drinks in the fridge. You can go see what you'd like to drink. The food will be ready in a bit."

"Um."

I went to the refrigerator in the living room, opened it, looked at the juice and soda inside, took out a soda, and sat down in front of the kotatsu.

She prefers soft drinks, which are much cheaper, to fruit juice.

She tilted her head back and took a big gulp, then looked down at the bulge on her chest.

I lifted my finger to press down, but found that I couldn't press it down.

After thinking for a moment, Mako decided to ignore it.

He won't stare at it; even if he does, it won't matter.

On the dining table, steaming hot dishes were served. When the rice was served, Mako looked at the bowl and chopsticks in front of her and remained silent for a moment.

Do you have large bowls?

"Oh? Yes, there are."

Takuya Hase brought a large bowl and placed it in front of her. Mako picked it up and filled a large bowl with rice for herself.

Mako ate very roughly, unlike Yoshino who savored her food in small bites.

Everything is for energy restoration, and also to prevent the body from becoming weak.

There were three dishes, and not a single one was left.

Looking at Mako, who seemed to have more to say, Hase Takuya hesitated for a moment and spoke softly.

"Shall I make you another bowl of noodles?"

Mako shook her head, got up and helped Hase Takuya clear the dishes and go to the kitchen.

The sound of washing dishes came from the kitchen, and Takuya Hase quickly spoke up.

"I'll do it."

Mako tilted her head and glanced down at him slightly, then shook her head.

Seeing that she insisted, Hase Takuya didn't try to dissuade her anymore.

After the dishes were washed, Mako came to the living room and sat down next to Takuya Hase, who was sitting in front of the kotatsu.

Compared to Jia Yezi, her body temperature was significantly higher.

Even from a distance of two fingers, Hase Takuya could clearly feel it.

"You can adjust whatever you want to see."

Mako took the remote and started changing TV channels until Doraemon appeared on the screen, at which point she stopped.

Mako was watching very intently, so intently that she didn't even notice when Hase Takuya brought her a soft drink and placed it next to her, his gaze fixed on her.

Upon closer inspection, Takuya Hase discovered that Mako's skin wasn't bad at all.

Generally speaking, people with bronze skin tend to have larger pores.

However, Mako's skin is very delicate; apart from being a bit dark in color, it looks very smooth.

However, Hase Taku didn't dare to look too closely, since the clothes were indeed a bit tight, and if you weren't careful, you could see a very impolite bulge.

So he went to his bedroom, turned on his computer, and started browsing related news.

As night deepened, Takuya Hase walked out of the bedroom to the bathroom, and Mako's calm voice came from in front of the kotatsu.

"Hase-kun".

"Um?"

"Good night."

Ah, goodnight.

After a brief conversation, Mako's tall figure walked back to her room.

Later, after the bathroom door was closed and the light coming through the crack disappeared, Mako closed her eyes.