Tokyo: Am I the only male tenant?

If that time really comes, it will be hard for these women to control themselves...

Chapter 465 Do you want to come to my room and sit down?

There are rain forecasts all day long. According to the Meteorological Bureau, there will be frequent rain in the near future, as if the plum rain season has come again.

The storm arrived as expected before the dinner started, but it did not last long before it ended reluctantly.

After the blockage in the sewer was removed, the accumulated water on the street was quickly drained through the pipes.

But before the ground dried up, as if the world was trying to retain the time that was quietly passing by, a few rain clouds gathered above the apartment again and it began to drizzle again.

The sound of dripping rain hit the ground, just like a clingy beautiful girl crying and craving for sex in the bed.

The inside of the half-open window was wet from the rain, and the pure white gauze curtains were soaked with water and could no longer flutter in the wind as gracefully as a dancer's skirt.

The atmosphere in the room was not affected by the continuous rain. Instead, it became more lively with the natural soundtrack.

The slender fingers followed a figure and entered Ginjo Sousuke's field of vision with a swish.

"Ah, Mai, don't you think Tomoko-san's cooking is just delicious? And everyone is so welcoming. We are so lucky to be able to move into this apartment."

Maria Utsunomiya held a wine glass in one hand and put the other hand on Shimazu Mai's shoulder.

She was having so much fun playing with Chie Hoshino and the others that she almost neglected her good friend.

"Yeah, I'm very happy. I thought it would be difficult to move out by myself, but I didn't expect to meet such a nice landlord and neighbors."

Shimazu Mai turned her head and a strong smell of alcohol hit her face.

"But didn't you drink too much, Maria? Be careful of the hangover tomorrow."

She reminded Utsunomiya Maria as a doctor's assistant who was about to start work.

"Hahaha, never mind. The most important thing right now is to be happy. With so many delicious dishes, of course I have to drink a few more glasses."

Utsunomiya Maria laughed loudly with disapproval, her eyes looking a little dazed.

"Although I consider myself a master of curry, I didn't expect that Tomoko-san's curry would be better than mine."

"Beef, potatoes, onions, carrots... In addition to these common ingredients, there is also a secret recipe. I got it all from Sister Tomoko. Do you want me to tell you?"

She looked like she had drunk quite a bit, and her tone of voice was a little strange, giving people a feeling of being mysterious.

"I also think today's curry is particularly delicious. Tell me about it."

Shimazu Mai didn't think there was anything wrong with it and cooperated with her performance with a smile.

In addition to a variety of dishes, Tomoko Matsumoto also prepared several staple foods to satisfy everyone's different preferences.

In addition to Western sandwiches and pasta, curry, as a representative of the local culture, is a delicacy that almost every Japanese can't refuse.

"Ding ding ding, the answer will be revealed soon."

Maria Utsunomiya casually picked up the spoon on the table and tapped it on the wine glass a few times.

"The secret is yogurt, soy sauce and a small amount of honey!"

"Shh! This is something Tomoko-sama told me alone. Don't let anyone know."

Regardless of whether anyone would care about this, just her loud voice after getting drunk was probably enough for everyone in the room to hear it clearly.

"Okay, okay, I won't tell anyone."

Shimazu Mai patted her hands gently, as if she was coaxing an ignorant child.

Ginjo Sousuke felt that if she didn't go to work at the university, being a childcare worker in a kindergarten would definitely be a good choice.

"Come, sit next to me, Maria. I just got some porridge for you to sober you up."

Shimazu Mai picked up an empty chair and pulled Utsunomiya Maria who was behind her over.

Perhaps she anticipated that someone would get drunk, so the wife did not forget to prepare this stomach-warming and hangover-relief dish of egg, chopped green onion and dried fish porridge.

This is a dish she learned when she was in junior high school, so the recipe is very simple.

First, add water and white broth in a ratio of 5:2 into the pot and turn on medium heat.

Then add the chopped green onions, wait for the water to boil, add the cold rice, and sprinkle with dried fish.

It is best to soak the dried fish in boiling water to avoid burdening the stomach. They will fall apart if cooked for too long, so pour in the beaten eggs immediately and stir-fry gently.

Finally, add a few drops of soy sauce to enhance the flavor.

Just a simple bowl of egg porridge can make a stomach eroded by alcohol feel much more comfortable.

"Sobering up? I'm not drunk yet!"

Maria Utsunomiya was still trying to be stubborn, but she was almost shaky on the chair.

Finally, unable to resist Shimazu Mai's persuasion, she drank the whole bowl of egg porridge.

The banquet was coming to an end. Most of the delicious dishes on the table had been eaten up and most of the women were slightly tipsy. However, this did not mean that the party was about to end.

Encouraged by Sachiko Sasaki, Tomoko Matsumoto moved out the karaoke machine that had not been used for a long time at home.

Plug in the TV, take out the microphone, and the best after-drinking activity begins in the living room.

This made active singers like Chie Hoshino and Maria Utsunomiya very happy, and they stood in front of the screen, eager to show off their singing skills.

The lively tunes from the speakers attracted the women one after another. This cheerful and comfortable atmosphere really made people relax.

"Aren't you going to sing a couple of songs, Sousuke?"

Chiaki Hoshino came closer to Ginjō and asked softly.

"To protect everyone's eardrums, I'd better stay here obediently."

Singing is one of the few weaknesses of Ginjo Sosuke, so when club activities or classmates go to KTV, he usually sits quietly in the corner.

"Is that so? How about you go out for a walk with me? The room seems a bit stuffy. I want to go outside for some fresh air."

Although there had just been a heavy rain, the weather did not get much cooler. The rising humidity enveloped the surroundings, making people inevitably feel a little stuffy.

"Okay, I just want to help digest my food, so let's go."

Ginjo Sosuke's eyes seemed to be overlooking her actions and watching her silently, his expression was calm yet gentle.

Chiaki Hoshino nodded at him and smiled.

She knew that Yincheng understood her thoughts, so he was so calm.

She also understood that Ginjo would value her feelings, which was why he was so gentle.

Perhaps it was the alcohol playing tricks in her body that gave Chiaki Hoshino the courage to take the initiative to invite Ginjo.

On the other hand, she was also afraid that her progress was lagging far behind others. If she continued like this, she might have no chance at all in the future.

If Yin Cheng was the only one around him, he could slowly extend the battle line.

However, there are countless women of all kinds around him, in addition to the Lisa Shiraishi she knows, and of course her own twin sister.

If you want to compete with them, you have to use means that they won't use...but do such means really exist?

As long as you remain hesitant, these insignificant measures will be meaningless.

I really hope he can just forget about other women.

If she could erase his memory, Hoshino Chiaki felt that she still had a better chance.

However, after coming to this conclusion, she fell into deep self-loathing.

I am such a bad person.

If it were my sister, she would definitely prioritize Sosuke and would never have the thought of "if I could erase his memory".

But, but, Hoshino Chiaki really felt that she had no other choice.

As long as Sosuke still thinks of me as a good girl, the opportunity will not come.

Unlike her sister who had a bold and aggressive personality, Chiaki Hoshino felt that she was at a disadvantage from the very beginning.

She knew that these were all her own reasons, but for her, this was still a reality that she didn't want to face no matter what.

The opportunity only comes now. If you don’t seize it, you will definitely regret it.

Ginjo Sosuke and Hoshino Chiaki walked out of the door one after another, while the women who had transformed into microphone masters were still immersed in the singing competition and hardly noticed.

There was no one in the hallway, and all the tenants in the apartment were gathered in my wife's living room, so this was only natural.

With the help of the dim moonlight that barely shone through the gaps in the clouds, Ginjo Sousuke observed the expression of Hoshino Chiaki.

At first glance, he looked a little pale, not as rosy as other people's faces after drinking.

"You're not feeling unwell, are you, Chiaki?"

Ginjo Sousuke asked with concern.

"I don't feel sick."

Hearing her answer, Ginjo was somewhat relieved.

"Sorry for making you worry."

"No, it's okay."

Ginjo vaguely felt that Hoshino Chiaki was a little different tonight, as if she was worried about something.

"I just feel like it's been a while since I've been alone with Sousuke."

Chiaki Hoshino raised her head and stared into Ginjō's eyes. She stretched out her slender fingers and carefully took Ginjō's hand.

"Yeah, everyone seems to be very busy since returning from Okinawa."

Ginjo Sosuke's tone was as soothing as the evening breeze, and the two people's fingers were tightly crossed together.

Unlike the wives who were full of mature charm, when Ginjo was with Chiaki Hoshino, he always felt that the scene suddenly became literary.

Some people like to fast forward to the key parts, while others like to appreciate the plot carefully. If we compare it to watching a romantic action movie, this is probably what it feels like.

"I was planning to go for a walk with Sousuke, but it seems like the rain has started again."

Chiaki Hoshino stretched out her other hand outside the corridor, and the falling raindrops quickly wet her arm.

"Yeah, it seems like it's going to rain in the next few days."

For young men and women, this unexpected drizzle creates a romantic atmosphere.