Tokyo Soft Rice King.

Kuroba Akira took the plate of watermelon out of the refrigerator and placed a slice in front of Kuroo.

Blacktail used its claws to hold down the edge of the watermelon rind and elegantly began eating from the very tip, just like a human.

"Then eat slowly... Just throw the watermelon rind anywhere, Grandma Lin will clean it up in the morning, phew~"

Kuroba Akira, who had stayed up all night, was also very tired. He yawned and prepared to go upstairs to sleep, as he didn't have much time left to get some rest.

"Meow!"

As a result, Kuroo barked at him and bit Kuroba Akira's trouser leg, preventing him from leaving.

"What? Want another one?"

Heiwei ignored him, but after agreeing, she turned and walked towards the entrance.

Kuroba Akira finally understood that Kuroo wanted him to come along again.

Because if it simply wanted to leave after finishing its meal, it would likely leave through the French windows just as it came in, without needing to go through the main entrance.

But this guy has really been coming to see me a lot lately. Usually, Kuroo is closer to Granny Kobayashi and goes to her for help.

But why won't you let me touch you? Oh, it seems like Mr. Hijikata won't let me touch you either... Is it because men can't touch you? You're quite the chaste cat, aren't you?

Thinking about all sorts of things, Kuroba Akira followed Kuroo out of the house and onto the main road in front of Kobayashi's house. He continued to follow Kuroo to the left, and after turning a corner, he saw a person.

"what……"

That was Ms. Tashiro, who had collapsed under the telephone pole.

So that's how it is. Kuroo only came to inform me after discovering Ms. Tashiro; being a bystander was just a side thing.

It was familiar with every member of the Kobayashi family, unlike ordinary silly cats who couldn't even recognize themselves in the mirror. Moreover, Miss Tashiro was a transmigrator brought back by Kuroo.

But her home is nearby, so why is Ms. Tashiro collapsed here? Could something have happened to her?

Kuroba Akira quickly ran over, and as soon as he got near Ms. Tashiro, he smelled a strong odor of alcohol.

So he was drunk... He tried his best to walk to his neighborhood, but ultimately couldn't hold on and passed out?

Kuroba Akira squatted down under the telephone pole and greeted the dazed Tashiro-san.

"Miss Tashiro, are you alright?"

"Ugh...hiccup...ah!"

Ms. Tashiro first made a sound of discomfort, then let out a hiccup reeking of alcohol, and finally opened her eyes with difficulty and exclaimed in surprise when she saw Akira Kuroba's face.

Perhaps it was seeing someone familiar that put her at ease, for she suddenly reached out and wrapped her arms around Kuroba Akira's neck.

Kuroba Akira felt the soft, squeezing sensation against her chest. This was the size of an older sister's breasts. Although not as big as Kobayakawa-sensei's, they were still quite impressive.

"Uh……"

But for Ms. Tashiro, who is so socially awkward that she runs away whenever she sees him, to do something so bold shows that she was really drunk and unconscious.

"Meow~"

The two, entangled together, shouted as if to say, "She's all yours now," and then ran away.

No wonder Blacktail came over to call for help; it's too much to ask a little cat to carry a drunk woman.

He said this as he helped Ms. Tashiro up.

"We'll be home soon, Ms. Tashiro, hang in there a little longer."

"Well……"

Ms. Tashiro covered her mouth, and judging from her uncomfortable expression, it seemed like she was about to spray Kuroba Akira with her breath the next second.

"Uh, are you feeling unwell? Don't throw up here!"

I mean, don't vomit on me!

Even a beautiful woman's vomit is still disgusting! I don't have that kind of taste!

"Um……"

Whether Ms. Tashiro understood or nodded out of habit, she managed to suppress the urge to vomit.

Now he didn't care about his image anymore. Anyway, it was the middle of the night and there was no one around. Kuroba Akira planned to carry her back in the 'lovers' embrace' position.

Kuroba Akira supported Ms. Tashiro's bottom with both hands, and just as he was about to stand up, he heard Ms. Tashiro whisper in his ear.

"My shoes...my shoes..."

"what."

Kuroba Akira looked around and found two high heels lying near the telephone pole, which must have fallen off when she was drunk.

Kuroba Akira picked up the two high heels, intending to put them back on for her, but found that the pair of high heels, which were a size too big, did not fit properly. They would fall off even if she tried to put them on, and there was no way to keep them in place.

Why is she wearing such ill-fitting high heels? Doesn't it hurt?

However, if you were to pick up Ms. Tashiro, both hands would be full, making it impossible to hold her shoes. Yet, despite being so drunk, Ms. Tashiro still remembered her shoes, which shows how important they were to her.

If she could carry her own shoes, she wouldn't have to worry.

"Ms. Tashiro, can you hold your shoes?"

"..."

There was no response; she seemed to have lost her mind.

"Can I come back for your shoes later?"

"...No...only the shoes...can't be lost..."

"..."

Damn it! Why don't you just take it yourself then!

So, drunk women really are... just a nuisance!

Chapter 75 Sharing Each Other's Body Temperature

With no other option, Kuroba Akira could only bite the heel of the high heels with his teeth and then pick up Ms. Tashiro in his arms.

"Ugh..."

Feeling the large hand touching her buttocks, Ms. Tashiro, who was in a daze, let out a pinkish panting sound.

But Kuroba Akira had no time for taking advantage of the situation. He could only maintain this ambiguous posture with his upper body pressed tightly together, walking with a crab-like gait, like a laborer carrying cement bags.

Even though it was only a few steps to Kobayashi's house, Kuroba Akira found it exceptionally difficult to walk.

It took a lot of effort to carry Ms. Tashiro back to the entrance of Kobayashi's house. After putting her on the ground, Akira Kuroba felt like his back was about to break and his facial muscles were sore.

After removing the high heels from his mouth, Kuroba Akira wiped his mouth, and because he was grinning, drool was dripping from the corners of his mouth.

Then look at Ms. Tashiro... she's already lying down, and in a very unseemly spread-eagled position.

Ms. Tashiro was wearing a black office lady suit with flesh-colored stockings and burgundy high heels, a standard white-collar worker's outfit.

Her full name is Tashiro Kurenai. She is 24 years old. Although she is of mature age, she is not associated with the word "mature". She is both socially awkward and shy, and is a decadent adult full of "damsel in distress" vibes.

But Kuroba Akira remembered that Ms. Tashiro's job shouldn't be a hostess at a nightclub, and her outfit didn't look like that of a prostitute, so there was no reason for her to drink so much. What's wrong with her today?

After resting, Kuroba Akira sighed and called out to her.

"Miss Tashiro? Miss Tashiro! Don't sleep here, let me take you back to your room."

"Um……"

Kuroba Akira was about to help her up when she hugged him again, this time wrapping her legs around his waist and clinging to him like a sloth.

"Uh……"

They're quite cooperative, but...aren't they getting a little too close?

If the distance between Tashiro Kurenai and Akira Kuroba was +10 before, the distance between them is now -1.

In his previous life, Kuroba Akira didn't drink alcohol, nor could he drink alcohol. But he knew that there were many types of drunk people. Some would become unrestrained in their speech, some would fall asleep immediately, and some would take off their clothes... That's why people say drinking leads to trouble.

Perhaps Ms. Tashiro is the type who wants to hug people when she's drunk.

Kuroba Akira simply carried her up to the second floor and took her back to her room.

Ms. Tashiro's room was a complete disaster. Her worn underwear was lying around on the floor, and cosmetic boxes were everywhere. Even Hijikata's room wasn't as messy as hers.

At first, Kuroba Akira couldn't find a place to stay. After finally clearing a path, he searched in the dark for a long time before finding her bedding and putting her on it.

However, trouble was yet to come, because she seemed to have no intention of letting go.

Akira Kuroba reluctantly woke up Ms. Tashiro.

"Miss Tashiro, wake up! Can you let go of me? You go to sleep, I'm going to sleep too."

"Um……"

Tashiro Kurenai slowly opened her eyes and released her hands from Kuroba Akira's neck, but her legs were still wrapped around his waist.

With their upper bodies separated, both of them were relieved of the pressure on their chests and were given a chance to catch their breath. They both exhaled at the same time. Tashiro Kurenai felt a gentle breeze caressing her face, while Kuroba Akira smelled the strong smell of alcohol on her face again.

"what……"

Tashiro Kurenai squinted at Kuroba Akira's face for a while, then couldn't help but reach out and touch his cheeks.

Kuroba Akira initially tried to lean back to avoid it, but there was a limit to how far he could lean back, and Tashiro Kurenai was still sitting on him, so there was no room for him to dodge. In the end, she lifted his cheeks up.

"It's so hot..."

"..."

You mean, you're the one who's hot!

How much did they drink?! Their whole body is burning up!

And if your body gets hot, doesn't that mean you're not suited to drinking alcohol? Isn't this just asking for trouble?

Kuroba Akira kept complaining in his heart. He really couldn't stand drunkards, not even beautiful women.

Tashiro Kurenai continued to run her hands over Kuroba Akira's face, touching all his features, and finally found the scar at the corner of his eye.

"Ah...you're injured here...poor thing...let me help you...fix it up..."

She continued to gently rub the scar at the corner of Kuroba Akira's eye with her thumb, her touch exceptionally gentle, giving off the feeling of a kind older sister.

Finally, perhaps feeling that rubbing with her hands wasn't enough, she actually brought her face closer and kissed Kuroba Akira's eye with her red lips. Her soft, moist tongue licked the scar at the corner of his eye, and she uttered words of comfort.