Tokyo: Am I the only male tenant?

Haha.

Maria Utsunomiya stuck out her chin and smiled triumphantly, imitating the heroine of some work, raising her finger high to make a declaration.

"I'm personally importing this summer! You can't buy it in Japan, it's a glue-type roll-on antiperspirant specifically for Europeans and Americans!"

"Wow, Maria is indeed a woman who grew up in a foreign country..."

Shimazu Mai looked at her with envy.

Taking advantage of the moment when she was distracted, Maria Utsunomiya put her hands under her armpits without saying a word, and with her considerable arm strength, she lifted Shimazu Mai from the bottom to the top, like teasing a baby.

Shimazu Mai was so surprised that she lost her voice. Her feet were in the air and she was swinging them weakly, while Utsunomiya Maria was showing her freshly caught prey to Ginjo.

The elementary school students who witnessed this horrifying scene from a distance hurriedly took out their mobile phones from their bags, as if they were discussing whether they should inform the police that there was a suspicious person here.

"No...it's okay...this person is...my friend..."

Shimazu Mai, who was still captured, tried hard to make a sound. Hearing her say this, Utsunomiya Maria immediately dropped her body, raised her hands and made an innocent expression.

"Hey, are you scared, Mai? Your armpits are wet."

As long as they are alive, no matter how cute a girl is, her armpits will still be sweaty...

The elementary school students fled the scene on their scooters at full speed, as if they didn't want to have anything to do with this group of people.

"We've been waiting for you for a long time, Mai. Where have you been? You don't even have your cell phone with you."

Looking at the poor Shimazu Mai who was thrown out, Utsunomiya Maria suddenly frowned and said.

These three people just met yesterday, but they surprisingly got along very well, as if they were good friends who had been together for many years.

Ginjo Sosuke looked at the two beautiful girls with different styles in front of him, and his mind began to imagine the good times in the future...

Chapter 453: Perfect Shape Under the Dress

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't have anything to entertain guests at home, so I went to the convenience store to buy some. I was so busy that I forgot my phone at home."

Shimazu Mai picked up the plastic bag in her hand and once again explained embarrassedly why she had not answered the phone.

"Haha, it turns out our Mai is still a confused beauty~"

Utsunomiya Maria took the opportunity to go around behind her and tease her.

The two people have completely different dressing styles and a huge difference in height. It is hard to imagine that they are actually people of the same age who just graduated from college.

"Just laugh at me. Who dares to be called a beauty in front of Maria?!"

Shimazu Mai blinked in surprise, like a small forest animal standing by the road, staring at the hustle and bustle of traffic, at a loss.

The eyes sparkled in the reflection of the sunlight.

Maria Utsunomiya wiped the sweat from her forehead and neck gracefully with a handkerchief, while staring at Shimazu Mai, and suddenly closed her mouth for a while.

But that was really only a brief moment, and the next words he said were as arrogant as usual, as if he was standing on Mount Everest.

"Really? A cute creature with a lolita face like Mai would also have the desire to catch prey, just like the elf fish extending its facial tentacles?"

"What are facial tentacles? What is catching prey? What does Maria mean by that? I don't understand a thing."

The genuine innocence on Shimazu Mai's face is completely natural, without a trace of pretense.

"Don't think you can just play dumb and get away with it. Anyway, I can easily see through you no matter how dumb you play."

"Honestly, we almost fainted. This weather is terrible. Although there is no sweat under the armpits, the whole body is sweating. We are almost dehydrated."

"If someone gets heat stroke and collapses in front of your house, Mai can't escape responsibility~"

Utsunomiya Maria also deliberately teased Shimazu Mai because she had been waiting for a long time under the scorching sun.

She seemed to have regarded the other person as a good friend she could rely on, so she joked without restraint.

"Maria, you're still talking so much, but you're definitely far from being dehydrated."

As she expected, Shimazu Mai pointed at her, snorted, and then laughed as if she couldn't help it.

The innocent smile is as usual, and the corners of the eyes full of laugh lines are as lazy and relaxed as usual.

"Anyway, everyone, come in first and cool off in my house. It's a rare opportunity for everyone to come. It won't be fun if you really get heatstroke."

Shimazu Mai opened the front door, and Ginjo Sousuke and Utsunomiya Maria followed closely behind and walked into the house.

"Just take off your shoes and leave them there. Wow, Maria is so adorable.

Women always focus on such details.

Ginjo Sousuke muttered something under his breath and smiled at them.

"Excuse me, wow, it's so cool..."

He walked at the back of the team and was the last one to step into the Shimazu family's house.

Escaping from the direct sunlight and taking a deep breath of the cool air in the fully air-conditioned room, I finally felt alive.

The room was silent and there was no sense of other family members around. Her parents might have been out.

"Sorry, everyone, there are no slippers to wear right now."

"no problem, no problem!"

Ginjō, who was wearing beach sandals and whose soles were not very clean, said this and stepped on it barefoot.

Maria Utsunomiya had already entered the living room before him, looking around curiously and smelling the smell of someone else's home.

This is Shimazu Mai’s home, and it is not quite the same as what Ginjo had imagined.

A three-story building that was too clean and too ordinary.

In short, this house is unexpectedly lacking in personality, which is completely different from Shimazu Mai's usual innocent, cute, pink and girlish look.

I know it's rude to say this, but if I really have to say it, this house gives me a lonely feeling, as if no one lives in it.

The only shoes placed at the entrance are for the three people in the room. The reason why the room feels so empty is probably because there are so few pieces of furniture.

Places like the top of the shoe cabinet or the windowsill are where people like "Mom" would definitely display various small things, but now there is not even a single extra decoration on them.

As soon as you enter the entrance hall, which is bright without turning on the lights, there is a staircase right in front of you.

"Let's go up to the third floor first. I'll go to the kitchen to prepare some drinks. It's okay. Go ahead. The stairs are narrow so be careful."

At the urging of Shimazu Mai, the two guests, led by Utsunomiya Maria, walked up the narrow stairs carefully.

The two plump and full semicircles further highlight their perfect shape against the lemon yellow dress.

Walking behind her, Ginjo's attention was completely drawn away by the swaying Q-bullet in front of him, and he almost stepped on empty air.

The second floor seems to be the living room and kitchen space.

While enjoying the twisting beauty, Ginjo stole a glance at the interior of the room, and sure enough, there was no unnecessary decoration there either.

There was no sense of a family living here at all. Instead, there were several neatly folded and bundled thick cardboard boxes.

There were also garbage bags, as if some kind of large-scale tidying was taking place, with dust and paper scraps left alone, and scissors and utility knives scattered all over the floor along with plastic ropes.

"Does Mai's family really live here?"

It seemed that Ginjō had similar thoughts as Utsunomiya Maria, who was walking in front, was talking in a low voice, not knowing who she was asking.

When I reached the third floor, I saw two doors leading to different rooms.

Both doors were open, but they didn't know which one to enter. The two looked at each other and decided to look at the room closer to the stairs first.

The room was empty, literally, empty.

Although it was a room decorated in Western style, there was no furniture.

The dull wooden floor was covered with a thin layer of dust, and the curtains were closed. It seemed that no one had been here for a while.

The two were speechless and looked at each other, wondering how could there be such an empty room in the home of someone who lived an ordinary life.

"She shouldn't ask us to wait here, right? Then, it's over there..."

Led by Utsunomiya Maria, they poked their heads into another room and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Because in this room, you can finally see some signs that someone lives in it.

The neighbor's exterior wall was not far from the window, so the room didn't feel that bright, but the two of them still felt relieved.

This is where you can say that there are people here - there is the presence of Shimazu Mai.

As you enter the room, there is a TV in the front and a simple white wooden bed covered with a gorgeously patterned Indian muslin throw that you often see in Asian grocery and jewelry stores.

There is an open laptop on the desk. The bookshelf is already very large, but it still can't hold all the books, archive books, DVDs and CDs.

If they were placed in that overlapping way, they wouldn't be able to withstand a magnitude 2 earthquake.

There were two cameras on the windowsill, along with some beads and turquoise ornaments.

A thin hooded jacket was casually thrown on the thick carpet, and a black backpack that should have belonged to Shimazu Mai was also there.

Hanging on the handle of the wardrobe was a leather crossbody bag that looked like a second-hand item.

This is Shimazu Mai's room, and what made Ginjō feel this was actually the smell.

Although he had only come into contact with her twice, Yincheng was still impressed by this unique taste.

Sometimes it would emanate from her skin, a bit like cold ink, or like burning fire, with an incredible scent of jasmine, floating lightly in the room.

Spread out casually on the carpet was a half-read paperback book, which seemed to be her favorite book. The cover was torn and the edges were frayed.

Just when I was thinking that the room was a bit too bookish, I saw a large stack of comics on the bedside table, and I couldn't help but feel relieved.

As expected, comics are indispensable in every Japanese person’s room.

Just as Ginjo Sosuke was thinking about these things—

"Sorry for the long wait! It must be hot. I'll turn on the air conditioner right away."

She deftly tucked the drink bottle under her armpit, held the tray with three glasses filled with ice cubes on it in both hands, and walked into the room silently on cat-like footsteps.

Ginjo and Utsunomiya Maria hurriedly said polite words like "You don't have to be so polite!" while squeezing on the carpet and sitting down with their legs bent.

"Mai...are you okay?"

"Eh?"

Utsunomiya Maria, who had been standing with her legs apart like a door god, looking down upon the room, seemed to feel something was wrong after she sat down, and turned to ask Shimazu Mai.