My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

A spacious hotel room with a crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

There are a few strands of hair on the tip of the nose, lingering with a faint fragrance.

Fujiwara Stars turned his head to the side, and in his dim vision, Niijima was really close to his chest, sleeping comfortably.

The air conditioner in the room was turned on very low. The two of them were covered with the same quilt and poke the same pillow. His hand was on her waist, as if...no clothes?

Fujiwara Hoshizora drew his head into the quilt to feel it, and then held out his head with a strange expression.

What did I do last night?

The hangover's sequelae are still affecting his thinking. Fujiwara Stars squinted his eyes and carefully sorted out what happened after returning to the hotel last night.

It seems that after drinking, the spirit is very dependent on what can be grasped in a chaos, so last night Niijima really planned to put him on the bed, and when he just left, he pulled Niijima really's whole body. When they got to bed, the two got up and rolled to the same bed.

Niijima really seemed to comfort him in a low voice at that time, but at that time, he didn't necessarily know what he was thinking and what he was doing, but there was a vague obsession in his deep consciousness that he couldn't let Niijima leave. .

In order not to let her go, he tore off her clothes.

The reason was that after taking off her clothes one by one, he couldn't leave.

Although Madam Niijima was obedient to him, she was only a girl after all. She would always feel shy about such contact. He violently manipulated her last night and said nothing in a daze. remembered. She can only hug herself as much as possible, sticking to her body, and whispering comfort over and over again. And all night, my mouth and hands seemed to be very dishonest...

Summary: fake alcohol harms people.

Fujiwara Hoshizora slowly sat upright, remembering how he was drunk last night, rubbing his painful head with tears and laughter.

"..." Niijima opened her eyes, and when she saw him, she sat up anxiously, "What's wrong with you?" Then, her upper body fell cold, and she hurriedly shrank into the quilt, revealing half of her head. , Glared at him furiously.

Fujiwara Hoshizora stretched out his hand, stroked her delicate face, and sorted the messy hair on her forehead.

"You lied to me again!" Niijima really gritted his teeth and stared at him reluctantly.

"What do you mean?" Fujiwara Starry sky retracted into the quilt, feeling her graceful body, with one hand wrapped around her waist, and the other hand pressed against her back and pulled her hard, making her close to her.

"Anyway, you don't have a word of truth!"

"Then let me lie to you for a lifetime."

Ma Xindao nestled in his arms and blinked. The seventeen-year-old girl was beautiful, youthful, and full of vitality.

Fujiwara Hoshizori hugged her harder, "Since you followed me last night, you should have heard everything I said."

Niijima gave an inaudible "um".

"I'm sorry." Fujiwara Stars stroking her smooth back, her voice soft and sad, "I may not be doing very well..."

"And I don't know how to correct..."

"Some things in the world can be undone and some cannot be undone." Fujiwara Hoshizora sniffed. "The words that have been said in it are irreversible. When this is the point, it can no longer be undone. I said it, you heard it, just It's like cement hardens in an iron bucket. Many things have solidified hard. I don't know what else to say except I'm sorry."

Niijima tried his best to shook his head, "You don't have to apologize, I imposed all this on you."

"No." Fujiwara Xingkong firmly denied, and whispered to her: "From the very beginning, I enjoyed the feeling of being with you. In front of Sister Risa and in front of Xia Xirin, I am more like a child. The same, listen to them, try to do what they like, for fear that they will frown."

"But Xiaozhen is different. Only in front of Xiaozhen can I find the feeling of a "big man"."

"You know, men have a strong vanity. To be admired and admired by a beautiful girl is what a thing to be proud of. I enjoy it very much."

Niijima raised his head incredible, and stared at him.

Fujiwara Hoshizora removed her hand from her back, touched her head, and said with a smile: "When I realized that you liked me, I should have refused it earlier. But deep in my heart, I couldn't bear you, so I kept dragging. Dragging, sinking deeper and deeper."

"Up to now, I can't make up for it no matter how much, but I still have to say..."

"Unless you hate me, otherwise I won't let you go."

Niijima stared at his face steadily, unable to speak.

"Xiaozhen..." Fujiwara Starry sky yelled softly. There was something touching in her expression, which seemed to be able to gently peel away the layers of film covering the human heart.

"Remember in the small town of Shenyin? You made two rings out of bristlegrass, one for you and one for me."

Niijima stared blankly at the empty index finger of his left hand. There was a dim light that flickered in the depths of his eyes. The faint light reminded me of the small candlelight swaying at the end of the long and thin corridor. .

If you don't use a cover to block the wind, the candle will be blown out in the next second.

Fujiwara Hoshizora leaned over, pressed her lips to her forehead, she closed her eyes and said nothing.

"Please always like me, okay?" he asked.

"Why do you always like someone who doesn't like me?" She closed her eyes and asked calmly in a very popular voice.

"As you said, I am like a starry sky, I will shine."

"Sorry, the light pollution in Tokyo is very serious, I can't see the stars."

"Xiaozhen, I'm not welcome if you do this!"

"What can you do..." Before he could say anything, Fujiwara Star suddenly lowered his head and bit her on the neck.

Niijima froze suddenly, his neck felt the heat he exhaled, and his heart "pounded" as if he was about to burst out of his body in the next second.

Niijima really curled up a little.

That's it.

There is nothing unnatural or unpleasant in her expression.

Immediately afterwards, her lips moved to her ears, and her earlobe was bitten in her mouth like a grape.

"Xiaozhen, always want to like me, okay?" The whisper, mixed with moist heat, stirred her heart.

"You are too...huh!"

The two in the quilt of the Fujiwara starry sky moved up manually.

Niijima really softened uncontrollably.

"You let go..."

"Promise?"

"No...well...well...I promise..." Niijima really called out a few times as if begging for mercy.

"late!"

Fujiwara Starry Sky didn't let go of her at all, she could only put her arms around his neck to resist the strange sensation coming from her body.

After a long time, Fujiwara Stars stopped his movements.

Niijima Ma was curled up in his arms, a lot of sweat oozing out of his body, and a few short brown hair sticking to his forehead, like lines carefully drawn with a paintbrush.

The two looked at each other quietly, her face flushed, she was still panting violently, and her watery eyes were full of spring.

"You are so cute." Looking at her blushing face, Fujiwara Star couldn't help but say.

"..." Niijima really glared at him contentedly and angrily.

"It's like the foxtail in the small town of Shenyin."

"why?"

"In the midsummer sun, the grass spikes of setaria were pinched off by the girl and scattered against the wind. The grass spikes in the sky flew and flew, flying over mountains and rivers, over grassland forests, and finally flying to the depths of the blue sea. Become a lantern fish, don’t you think it’s cute?"

"I don't understand what you are talking about." Niijima shook his head cutely.

"Let you usually read more books and you don't read..." Fujiwara Hoshizora cursed.

"Are you all of us in the Nine Divisions as idle as you?"

She pouted slightly, her expression very helpless.

Fujiwara Hoshizora smiled and rubbed his nose against her forehead. The atmosphere was calm and he didn't want to talk.

After a while, Niijima suddenly broke free from his arms and asked with a sensual expression: "Are you only able to move your hands?"

"..."

"Fujiwara Star, can you show me your "big man" spirit?"

"Little Zhen, are you here for real?"

"If you can't, just say it."

"I... I try?"

Fujiwara Star closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and silently encouraged himself.

Even urban legends are fine, why can't such a cute and beautiful girl work!

"call!"

He exhaled a long breath, and his face slowly got close in the bright light, gently covering her lips.

"Ok?"

Then he pulled away quickly and gave a retching.

Shinjima closed his eyes impeccably.

"Sorry, sorry, the wine is not over...try it again."

After doing this several times, Fujiwara Star finally resisted the physical discomfort, and the two kissed their lips together, feeling the softness and warmth brought by each other.

This was a kiss that lasted only more than five seconds. After the separation, Fujiwara Hoshigori was unsure, staring at the ceiling, unable to think about anything.

Niijima really leaned on his chest, listened to his fussy breathing, felt the warmth of his skin, and felt satisfied in his heart.

As long as this hurdle is crossed, there is nothing to worry about.

The two hug each other like this.

Fujiwara Hoshizora stroked her hair and kissed her little ear and collarbone. I thought I had to say something, but a word couldn't come to my mind.

Then he took her hand and kissed her lips again.

"Xiaozhen..." Fujiwara Hoshizora hugged her to herself, "Are you ready?"

Niijima loosened her hand holding the quilt and wrapped it around his neck

At the beginning, the two were still in bed.

In the middle of the journey, Shinjima was kneeling on the edge of the big bed, while Fujiwara Starry sky was standing under the bed.

When it was getting hot, Fujiwara Hoshi carried her to the bathroom and let her lie on the glass door of the bathroom.

The enclosed bathroom was a bit hot, and the two were sweating profusely.

So Fujiwara Starry sky opened the shower in the bathroom, and the sound of the water was "rushing".

Finally, Fujiwara Hoshizora dried her hair, and the two lay back on the bed.

Nishimama, with the word "satisfaction" written on his face, nestled in his arms.

"It's so tired~~" The girl's lazy voice is very charming in the midsummer scene.

"What is so tired of you? Isn't it all me who does the work?"

"I'm tired anyway." Shinjima shook his head and laughed inexplicably. The two of them pressed their faces together, "Fujiwara, you are so handsome!"

"Of course!"

"So gentle, you can forgive me for all my willfulness."

"Definitely."

"It's so shameless." Niijima really laughed out loud with a sneer.

"Praise me, just praise it, don't hurt it." Fujiwara Stars smiled and hugged her.

The best thing about the sister-in-law in his heart is that she will praise herself very straightforwardly.

Unlike the other two, it is harder than God to hear a compliment from them.

"Haha~~" Niijima smiled happily, "There are also beasts that are bothersome, even my sister will not let go."

"Obviously you took the initiative!"

"Who took my hand last night and cried while shouting "Little Zhen don't go"?"

Fujiwara Hoshizora looked away awkwardly, "Is there anything like this?"

Niijima smiled triumphantly: "Should I show you the video?"

Fujiwara Stars: "???"

You still record videos of this kind of thing?

"Hahaha~~ I lied to you, I felt sorry for you last night, but you didn’t have time to make a video recording."

"Xiaozhen!" Fujiwara Star suddenly turned around, "Let's come again."

"Huh?" Xin Dao really reacted, tilting his head abruptly, avoiding his kiss.

Fujiwara Hoshizora tried to kiss her lips and stretched out her hands to knead her thighs.

"Don't..." Then, she let out an "um", and the rest of the words were crushed in her throat, unable to speak.

In the afternoon, the two of them did not go anywhere and lay in the blankets for a long time.

The atmosphere is quiet and comfortable, extremely peaceful.

Speaking in a whisper, Niijima is really lazy like a cat. As long as he meets his gaze, his heart is immediately full of warmth.

The same goes for Fujiwara Starry Sky, who can speak freely in front of her, and likes to kiss her little ear over her short hair.

After a kiss, she chuckled.

The mood right now is like the good mood that can only be found in the early morning on Sunday.

Sunny vacation, Sunday when there is no homework, nothing, and you can do what you like to do as much as you want.

Although there will be a lot of troubles on Monday, what is it about Sunday?

The long summer day passed by, and when the day was at dusk, the sun turned into a salted egg yolk in the western sky, igniting a reddish color.

Fujiwara Stars stood in front of the huge glass window, gazing at Kyoto in the setting sun.

On the other side of the bustling office buildings and shopping malls, there are quiet forests and deep ancient temples, kimono girls and elegant courtyards. It is a house with closed lattice doors and low eaves, and all kinds of inconspicuous signs.

The petals fall in the wind, and the sunset sinks into the sky.

The proprietress of the secluded cafeteria, the wife in a kimono, the plainly dressed monk, and the ordinary people walking along the Kamo River. These people repeat their daily pace, and their days are like doing nothing, and their mood is calm.

This is the breath that Tokyo does not have, and perhaps it is also the charm of Kyoto.

Fujiwara Starry sky raised his palm and looked at the cracks in the white, thick fishy liquid flowing out of it.

"Little Zhen." He yelled.

"Eh? What's the matter?" Niijima, who was ironing his shirt, raised his head.

"Summon Yijin Zhentian out."

"Oh."

A blue light flashed in front of him, and a big monster with a human face and a snake body floated in front of the glass curtain wall of the hotel.

Fujiwara Hoshizora turned and walked towards Niijima Ma, put his arm around her waist, and kissed it.

As soon as his lips touched together, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Niijima's eyes widened in astonishment, and then his hands slammed him away.

"Cough~~" She coughed violently, wiped the corner of her mouth with her hand, and her palm became black.

"What are you?"

"I'm sorry, I'm not sure." Fujiwara Hoshizora smiled helplessly, "I can't take you on an adventure this time."

Niijima stared at him angrily and stubbornly, trying to make him change his mind.

However, all she finally waited for was a short sentence.

"When I come back, we will continue."

Then, his sight fell into darkness.

Fujiwara Starry sky helped her back to the bed, covered her with the quilt, jumped from the window to Izu Maada's body, and flew south toward Central Avenue.

The setting sun was like blood, burning the entire Kyoto.