A reversal of fortune and victory in a world hated by all girls!

Very good!

This made Aoi Natsuki a little excited.

"Hey! Sakurajima? Sakurajima, are you alright?!"

"What's wrong?" Aoi came to her senses and looked at Sakurajima Anne, only to find that she had collapsed to the ground.

Upon closer inspection, her face was flushed, and she had a faint smell of alcohol.

Could it be...?

He looked down and picked up the bottle of beverage next to her; the ingredient list said it was a beverage-type beer.

Although it has a low alcohol content, it is still beer.

In Japan, minors are not allowed to drink alcohol, but in some places there are still customs where children who grow up soaking in rice wine jars are considered good men. Is it because the wine looks so much like a beverage that even the shops have overlooked it?

"This idiot, can't he just read the instructions on the packaging properly?" Natsuki Aoi said helplessly.

"So what should we do now?"

"Eat something first. With this low alcohol content, you should sober up in a bit."

Aoi Natsuki's statement was correct, but Sakurajima Anne, who woke up a few minutes later, was still a little dizzy. It seems that she really can't drink alcohol.

After finishing their meal, they put out the charcoal and packed up their things to go back. Since Sakurajima Anne was having trouble walking, Aoi Natsuki carried her back the way they came.

As darkness fell, the group waited at the station for the last bus.

On the train, Sakurajima Anne fell asleep again, and the flush on her face had faded a bit this time.

After a forty-minute drive, the group returned to the place where they had originally met.

"It's alright, I'll take her home. You should go home early too, don't let your family worry." Aoi Natsuki continued to carry Sakurajima An on his back, her hot breath blowing against his ear, along with a faint, unique fragrance of a young girl.

"Okay." Hayakawa Keiko checked the time on her phone and realized she should indeed go back. She felt more at ease letting Natsuki, a boy, take her home.

"Nalina, see you another day."

"Awoo!" Rina waved goodbye to Hayakawa-neechan.

"Sakurajima, wake up. Where do you live? I'll take you home."

"Roppongi... Shinjo."

"Okay, then... let's walk."

Natsuki Aoi isn't exactly rich. Do you know how expensive taxis are in Japan? Ordinary people can't afford them. If they can't get home, they usually stay in cheap hotels, or if all else fails, they stay in manga cafes. The prices are low, less than 4000 yen a night, with free drinks, free manga reading and internet access. If they get sleepy, they can just sleep in a small cubicle.

The reason for not choosing the subway is that at this time, many busy office workers are gradually heading home. If they see that he is carrying a young girl, he might not just be taken to the police station for questioning, but directly detained.

Natsuki Aoi pointed to the convenience store not far away and said to Rina, "Rina, go buy me a face mask."

Walking back like this doesn't seem very safe at all.

Lina took the money, nodded emphatically, as if she had received a mission, and became serious before jogging over.

Half a minute later, he walked out triumphantly holding a face mask.

Natsuki Aoi put on a mask, carried Anne Sakurajima on her back, and slowly walked towards her house.

Sakurajima An's body was lighter and more voluptuous than he had imagined. When she slept peacefully, she didn't have the usual eerie aura; instead, she looked quite sweet.

After walking for ten minutes, Sakurajima Anne on my back began to stir.

The whole body was twisting against him, and the head was trying to burrow under the brim of his down jacket.

Then he poked his head out again, his nose and mouth pressed directly against the back of Aoi Natsuki's neck, a warm, wet sensation sending a rush of heat to his brain.

That's absolutely fouling...

Aoi Natsuki carried her on his back and continued walking. To avoid pedestrians, he chose a less crowded street and stopped at a red light.

There was also a selfie camera placed next to the road sign.

Noticing someone in front of them, they immediately switched to front-facing camera mode.

Aoi Natsuki looked towards the light source and immediately saw the camera filming them. He also saw on the screen that Sakurajima behind him had already opened his eyes and was staring straight at them through the screen.

So you were awake all along...

Chapter 104 What if I don't want to let go?

"Hey, now that you're awake, stop clinging to me and get down and walk around by yourself."

"..."

“?” Natsuki Aoi approached the machine and took a closer look. She found that although Sakurajima’s eyes were open, he seemed to still be drunk.

That's outrageous! It's been almost three hours, and her face is still so red.

Could it be an allergic reaction?!

Aoi Natsuki's gaze froze for a moment, then she turned her head and asked, "Sakurajima, do you feel any stinging pain all over your body? Or is there some swelling in a certain part of your body?"

"..." Sakurajima Anne slowly raised her head, her left eyelid drooping, and then the corners of her mouth turned up. "Don't worry, I'm just a little dizzy. I've had the same feeling when I secretly drank alcohol before. I'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

"Okay, then I'll speed things up."

"Wait a minute." Sakurajima Anne suddenly grabbed his collar.

"What's wrong now?"

"Since we've come this far, why not take a picture before we leave?"

"Huh? Isn't that unnecessary?"

"Well... consider it a belated birthday present."

"Birthday?! When is your birthday?"

"Hmm...the day before yesterday?"

Aoi Natsuki gave her a strange look: "Are you telling the truth? Then why didn't you tell us?"

Sakurajima Anne winked at him, then smiled and said, "I was just kidding."

"Huh? Can you tell fewer lies in the future? I can't tell which of your statements are true and which are false." Aoi Natsuki shook his head. At that moment, the green light turned on, and he prepared to lead Rina across the street.

"Please, even if it's a lie, it's a white lie. Just take one picture." Sakurajima Anne pleaded with her hands clasped together, but this action directly clamped down on Aoi's neck. With a slight pull back, he immediately couldn't breathe.

"Cough, cough, don't go too far!"

"Please." Sakurajima Anne said again.

This time, Aoi Natsuki softened and had no choice but to agree to take a photo with her. The machine allows you to try a few times after scanning the code to pay, and then all the photos can be sent to your phone via SMS.

"Shouldn't you come down?"

"No need, let's just take the picture on your body."

"...What's going on with your insistent yet casual attitude?" Aoi Natsuki asked, somewhat helplessly.

Then I walked up to the machine, scanned the code to pay, and some background and effects options popped up on the machine.

"Come closer."

Like riding a horse, Sakurajima Anne leaned slightly forward, her ample body pressing against Aoi's back, making it impossible for him not to move forward.

"What special effects should I choose? Trying a cute style once in a while wouldn't be bad."

"Whatever, let's hurry up and finish taking pictures and leave."

"Ah, look, there's a dog head effect here. Aoi, your head has turned into a dog."

Aoi Natsuki looked up and saw that it really was a classic doge image, which looked both magical and hilarious with the doge image on her head.

"Lina, what kind of special effects do you like? Help us choose one. I'll teach you. Just swipe gently like this, and tap the one you like."

"Hey! Can you please stop moving around!"

Sakurajima Anne suddenly leaned back sharply, and Aoi almost lost her balance.

"It's alright, I trust you would never let me get hurt." Sakurajima An smiled, her beauty mark under her right eye particularly noticeable.

Lina rushed forward, and couldn't resist playing with the new and interesting things. She tried out many different effects, and finally chose a bunny girl effect, which automatically photoshopped the woman's body into a bunny girl outfit using motion capture technology.

Sakurajima Anne straightened her body slightly, and her knitted top transformed into a black mesh bodysuit.

"Oh! This looks interesting! I'll take it!"

Sakurajima An clicked "confirm," and then a countdown began to appear on the machine's screen.

After taking one picture, Anne Sakurajima said she wanted to take another one.

"For the last one, I'll just change the background this time and skip the special effects."

Sakurajima Anne held up her long, slender fingers, and Aoi Natsuki was silent for a moment before finally agreeing.

After everything was completed, three traffic lights had passed. Before the next red light, Aoi Natsuki, holding Rina's hand and carrying Sakurajima Anne on her back, hurriedly crossed the road.

Sakurajima Anne leaned against his back, constantly looking at the two photos that had just been taken, zooming in with two fingers to examine the details.

Using the phone's navigation, they had about half an hour left. They found a bench, rested for a while, and then set off again.

Occasionally, she would attract strange looks from passersby, and Aoi Natsuki would quickly quicken her pace to walk past them.

There's a road ahead, but the traffic lights are broken. The real evening rush hour is approaching. It's only after 9 PM that the real "workplace involution" begins to end. Going home after get off work? No, it's time to go out for team building and drinks with the boss or colleagues, making each day feel more compact. Time seems to be passing faster, and it always feels like there's no rest before the seamless transition to work begins. This is the reality for people in the involution.

"Awoo awoo!"

Lina pointed to a pedestrian bridge not far ahead.

Aoi Natsuki's eyes lit up, and she patted Rina's head: "Well done."

Then, carrying Sakurajima An, they crossed the overpass.

During this time, Sakurajima Anne's actions were quite intimate, which Aoi Natsuki found unbearable, as Anne's face was constantly pressed against her neck.

"Could you please keep a little distance from me? Don't always get so close, okay?"

"not comfortable?"

"This is not a matter of comfort or discomfort."

“It’s okay to borrow Hayakawa’s things occasionally.” Sakurajima An tightened her grip on him.