Tokyo 1970: I'll draw Doraemon?

"But you also need to be careful. Students are the hardest hit group, so you can't draw anything too outrageous."

Fushimikawa nodded.

Japanese publications have become much more lenient, allowing for the serialization of a wide range of content.

Unlike some places where writing about school bullying can get you banned, or even just describing a blurry dismemberment scene can get you locked up in a dark room.

"The parasites are getting stronger and stronger. Not only do they possess individual strength surpassing that of lions, but even their learning ability is better than Shinichi Izumi's. They're practically upgraded versions of humans. If we let them develop quietly, I really don't know how humanity will ever win."

Like a reader, Toshiki Takei was deeply moved.

Fushimikawa asked, "Doesn't the editor-in-chief have anything to do? Come chat with me when you have time."

“Don’t say such hurtful things,” Takei Toshiki put down the manuscript, revealing his dark circles. “I only managed to find time to come here amidst my busy schedule. As for the reason…”

His lips were split almost to the back of his ears, and he gave Fushimikawa a look that everyone understood.

“You’re an adult now, and it’s time to fulfill the promise I made back then.”

"Ah!" Fushimikawa recalled that Takei Toshiki, whom he had edited, had said that he would take him out for drinks to experience the pleasures of adults.

Are you going to a beauty club? Like a bubble bath or something?!

"Don't you want to go?" Takei Toshiki asked.

Fushimikawa didn't answer, but immediately stood up with a serious expression: "Let's set off now."

After saying goodbye to his assistant, Fushimikawa disappeared down the street in Takei Toshiki's car.

“Look at their smug expressions…” Adachi Mitsuru shook his head. “They must have gone to a place that’s not suitable for children.”

Looking away from the window, he turned back and asked, "Aren't you going to do anything about it? What about Mr. Oikawa?"

“There’s no need,” Asano Megumi calmly shook her head. “Akawa is a man of principle; he knows what he should and shouldn’t do. Besides…”

If Fushimikawa goes astray, it will be even more likely that I will follow suit.

She is worthy of him.

Asano Megumi thought humbly.

“The most important thing now,” she looked at Ueda Eiko, who was blinking and seemed completely out of it, and asked with a sneer, “what happened between you and Akawa?”

The tall, imposing senior looked at her as if she were an enemy, and Ueda Eiko felt intimidated.

She stammered, "I...I only said two sentences."

……

Toshiki Takei was a rather stingy man; instead of taking Fushimikawa to a high-class club in Ginza, he went to Kabukicho Ichijo in Shinjuku.

"Haha," he laughed awkwardly twice, "My daughter wants to go to an elite middle school, which is also a difficult situation for me. Besides, Ginza is a high-society social place, where you can't really let loose and it's not very fun."

Fushimikawa only gave him a disdainful look.

"You have to believe me!" Takei Toshiki wanted to uphold his status as editor-in-chief. He turned around, wanting Fushimikawa to see his sincere eyes, and the car swayed slightly.

"Drive carefully!" With his life threatened, Fushimikawa completely gave in. "I trust you! I trust you!"

Takei Toshiki smiled smugly and straightened the steering wheel.

About an hour later, they arrived near Kabukicho.

Takei Toshiki parked the car outside and explained, "There are too many people inside, it's hard to park."

Fushimikawa didn't care. After getting off the car, he opened his arms and felt the taste of freedom.

"Come with me."

Like an old horse that knows the way, Takei Toshiki led the way, keeping his eyes straight ahead and heading straight for a certain place.

"I used to come here often with Akatsuka. Although it can't compare to the shops in Ginza, it's still a high-end club. Most of the customers are from the middle class in the city. It's much safer than ordinary cheap brothels, and the girls are the prettiest ones."

Pointing to a glittering shop ahead, Toshiki Takei explained.

He spoke eloquently, making Fushimikawa eager to see what it was like.

"Uncle, uncle, would you like to come to our store? It's only 300 yuan for admission."

A heavily made-up woman waved enthusiastically in front of Toshiki Takei.

"Feel sorry."

Takei Toshiki raised his hand in refusal, then glanced smugly at Fushimikawa: "Looks like my charm as an older man is greater than yours."

Fushimikawa retorted, "I'm so handsome, they'd feel ashamed of themselves if they saw me, and they'd realize I'm not their target customer. Come to think of it, if it were me, they should be the ones paying."

Chapter 88: Shizuo Watanabe Steps Down? Back to Sunday to Draw Doraemon?

Takei Toshiki's face darkened, because he knew he couldn't refute Fushimikawa's words.

Compared to Oikawa, who is in the prime of his youth, he already has forehead wrinkles.

As Fushimikawa strolled through the streets of Kabukicho, he wondered if there was a Yorozuya (Odd Jobs Shop) there.

Unfortunately, he didn't see it.

At 7 p.m., the place was crowded. Judging from their clothes and appearance, there were businessmen, middle-class people, and company employees from all walks of life.

There were even young people chanting slogans from the student movement.

Unfortunately, compared to before, after several upheavals, the people of Kabukicho no longer have a good impression of left-wing youths.

Fushimikawa didn't have much expectation for them to begin with, so he glanced at them and then looked away.

Some time ago, a television station reported that a group of Red Army members fled Japan to the Middle East, settling in Lebanon to support Palestinian resistance against Israeli invasion in order to export world revolution.

Although they were terrorists, Fushimikawa actually felt more favorably toward these people.

"arrive."

Takei Toshiki stopped, and Fushimikawa looked up.

The store's exterior is covered with bright neon lights, creating a striking visual effect.

There are male greeters in suits standing at the door who will greet you and open the door for you. Their service is very good.

Inside, the interior is decorated in a magnificent and opulent style, with dazzling lights, and in the center of the dance floor, scantily clad, sexy women are dancing.

Upon seeing the visitors, the madam quickly came to greet them.

She was over 40 years old, which reminded Fushimikawa of the aging lover in Hirokane Kenshi's short manga "Twilight Meteor".

Before she could speak, Takei Toshiki waved his hand: "Bring a few with good figures, glamorous and sexy, yet dressed innocently."

"These guests are really knowledgeable." The madam smiled broadly. Judging from their appearance, these two were not short of money and were not difficult guests to deal with.

“Let’s go to a private room,” Toshiki Takei said again.

"Okay, please follow me, sir." Another waiter led the way, turning back every now and then to keep pace with Takei Toshiki.

He led the people to the private room and then stepped out.

……

"How was it?" Sitting on the sofa, Toshiki Takei looked at Fushimikawa. "Was it exciting?"

"It's alright," Fushimikawa said.

He looked at the women in front of him who were serving him drinks.

Some were tall and slender, wearing high-class dresses that exposed their side boobs; others had innocent looks, with the hem of their sailor uniforms pulled up to their upper thighs, so Fushimi Kawa could see their sexy black lingerie without even looking for a good angle.

There's also a Yamato Nadeshiko with a wifely air, her hair styled in a bun, and seemingly two marks on her chest, appearing to respect tradition.

As Toshiki Takei said, this store is very high-end.

"Come here, both of you." Takei Toshiki beckoned, and like swallows returning to their nests, two women, one on each side, nestled into his arms.

Two people sat next to Fushimi Kawa, secretly relieved that they had gotten there first. Young men were much better than middle-aged men reeking of cigarette smoke.

Thinking this, she moved a little closer to Fushimi Kawa's embrace.

Here, you can only use your hands; if you want to really fight, you have to communicate beforehand and take it away privately.

Fushimikawa showed no interest in the woman's advances.

Just let his hard-working hands have a little fun; he himself remains chaste.

The women of this place are ultimately... not quite right.

……

"Guests, would you like to play a game? How about rock-paper-scissors? The loser gets a small glass of champagne," someone suggested from Takei Toshiki's side.

“Okay.” Takei Toshiki smiled.

The sailor-uniformed girl looked at Fushimi Kawa expectantly from within his arms.

"I'm sorry, I don't like drinking."

"Oh, it's okay."

She didn't insist.

After the initial novelty wore off, Fushimikawa found that there was nothing fun about it.

No matter how alluringly the hostesses dress, they can't compare to Fujiwara Maki or Asano Megumi.

'Wait a minute? Why did I think of Asano Megumi?'

Seeing that Fushimikawa was not very interested, Takei Toshiki waved his hand and told them to leave.

He took out a wad of thousand-dollar bills from his wallet and handed them to the hostesses, which finally turned their anger into joy.

"Don't let anyone else in. Let's stay quiet for a while."

"Yes."

Several women, with strange expressions, looked Fushimikawa and Takei Toshiki up and down before happily leaving with gossipy hearts.

“It’s actually quite boring, isn’t it?” Takei Toshiki said to Fushimikawa. “If it weren’t for the need to socialize, I wouldn’t bother coming here.”

Fushimikawa hit the nail on the head: "Nonsense, you were clearly happy just now."

"Ahem," Takei Toshiki coughed awkwardly twice, then said seriously, "Oikawa, do you know? Watanabe Shizuo is going to step down."