My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

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In the early morning of August 23, the cruise ship returned to the mainland from Torishima and arrived at Tokyo Port at 12 noon.

Wearing a white chiffon shirt, blue short skirt, and a sun hat, Domemon Shino hummed a happy tune and walked to the parking lot of the pier.

The weather is still very good, the noon sun makes everything sparkle, the sea breeze blows her maroon perm, and a feminine charm flashes on her delicate face.

After walking for a while, she suddenly turned around, "Why are you following me?"

Fujiwara Hoshizora replied unchangingly, "I want to take a car back to Shinjuku."

"Sorry, I'm going to Shinagawa, it's the opposite direction to you."

Tomimon Shino spread her hands, turned around and continued to walk towards the parking lot.

Fujiwara Hoshizora listened to the sound of her heel hitting the ground, and continued to follow him.

Under the blue sky, handsome and clean boy, exquisite and charming aunt...

A few minutes later, the yellow cabriolet from Shino Tsuomimon drove out of the parking lot and roared over the Rainbow Bridge connecting Shibaura and Odaiba in the port area.

Sitting in the co-pilot, Fujiwara Hoshizora spoke casually.

"The seal in Asakusa Shrine...can you resolve it?"

"of course can."

"That's good... I've been to Asakusa Shrine so many times, but I haven't found anything like this..."

Tomimon Shino, who drove with one hand, snorted non-committal. The elbow of her other hand was propped against the window of the car, and her hand was in a fist, supporting her crooked head.

"So when are you going to take me to see?"

"Why should I take you to see the body of my ex-girlfriend?"

"That's my mother-in-law!"

His expression of irritation made Miss Tu Yumen laugh, "I got her done at the age of sixteen, so what if it's your mother-in-law?"

Xingkong Fujiwara thought, and asked curiously: "The first maiden 20 years ago was Natsuki Makawa, who is the first maiden now?"

"Of course it's me!" Tuyumen Shino straightened her chest subconsciously. She pointed to the tip of her nose. Under the bright sunlight, that index finger was almost white.

Fujiwara Starry Sky proudly said: "Then I have achieved the same achievement as you!"

"brush!"

The piercing brake sounded and Fujiwara starry sky almost flew out. Before he had time to question, he saw Tsutomimon Shino pointing to a bakery on the side of the road: "The truffle bread in that shop is very good. Go Buy me two back."

"You wait for me!"

Fujiwara Starry sky dropped a harsh word, jumped out of the car, and ran to the store to line up.

Tomimon Shino smiled lightly and put on a pair of sunglasses.

About ten minutes later, Fujiwara Starry sky carrying a paper bag containing two truffle breads turned around, and the yellow sports car had been lost in the thick cream scent.

There was a sprinkler passing by, and while the asphalt pavement was wet, it smelled of evaporation.

Fujiwara Hoshizora stood in place after eating two truffles, wiped his mouth, and drove a car back to Nishi-Shinjuku.

The moment my back touched the back of the chair, I felt a little tinnitus, as if I heard the sound of the sea breeze passing through the rusty wire fence.

When I got home, I took out the two-day newspaper from my mailbox, put it under my arm, and took out the key to open the door.

The door was silent, and when Fujiwara Starry sky changed his shoes in the hallway, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Tucked between his own running shoes, tennis shoes, leather shoes and canvas shoes, there is a pair of long-barreled deerskin high heels. The styles of the shoes are familiar, and there is a small dust-like silence floating on them.

These are...Miss Milo's shoes.

Fujiwara Star rushed up to the second floor and found her lying on the dining table with her arms resting on her forehead, her long black hair covering her cheeks and face, and the gaps between her hair, her neck that had never been exposed to the sun and her bloodless neck was faintly visible. .

On the left side of her hair, there was a pot of withered geraniums.

"Milosan..." He greeted, his voice sounded completely unlike his own, but more like a voice that came from a long distance and became extremely weak after being spread over a long distance.

There is no response.

Fujiwara Hoshizora walked towards her, sat down opposite her, palms propped his forehead.

The sunlight shining in from the window cut the tabletop into two halves in awe. He was in the warmth of the sun, and she was curled up in the colorless shadow.

"Would you like something to drink?"

Still no response.

She looked like she was dead and asleep.

After confirming that she was temporarily unable to speak, Fujiwara Starry Sky got up and went into the kitchen to boil water and make coffee.

The steam from the kettle and the strong sunlight mutually blessed each other, the kitchen room became very stuffy, the window closed by Fujiwara Starry Sky, the air conditioner was turned on, and two coffee cups were placed on the table in an instant.

After the water boils, turn off the power. Wait 30 seconds and pour water on the ground coffee powder. The powder sucked in the hot water and slowly expanded, and the warm aroma began to rippling in the room.

There seemed to be a few Zen shouts outside, their voices soft and weak, as if they were making the last practice for summer.

After making two cups of coffee, I kept sitting at the table and waited quietly until the sky on the west began to turn crimson. Miss Milo's body moved, and the time came again.

"Come here last night?" Fujiwara Starry sky took a sip of the already cool coffee.

Miss Milo shook her head lying on the desk.

"Always waiting for me?"

She did not answer.

After being silent for a full thirty seconds, she lifted her face from the tabletop at a slow and balanced speed, did not dare to look at him, but stared melancholy at the withered potted plant.

A few slender black hairs clung to her cheeks, and the slight dampness moved on her face like aura.

"Excuse me..." Miss Milo was a little embarrassed, "I came here by myself without telling you."

Fujiwara Hoshizora pushed the tissue box over on the table, and she used it to blow her nose, and then she used her fingers to poke the hair on her cheeks.

"This is also your home. I don't need to say anything to be embarrassed when I go back to my own home."

"Ah...I'm afraid that you will suffer again after being known by that snow girl."

"Ahem..." Fujiwara Hoshizora cleared his throat awkwardly, "I'll get something to eat, would you like?"

"it is good."

There are only a few vegetables left in the refrigerator, so I have to make a vegetable salad.

Fujiwara Hoshizora took a blue deep-bottomed glass dish from the refrigerator, then cut cucumbers, tomatoes, and red cabbage, poured half a can of corn kernels into it, and finally poured all the remaining salad seasonings on it.

When she came out of the kitchen, Miss Milo was holding the coffee cup with her hands together, looking at him with her lips lightly against the cup, as if she was fighting the cold.

The red sunlight outside the window outlines the geometric figures of her body, and the thin straps of the white lace bra are vaguely seen on the shoulders of the printed dress.

Fujiwara Hoshizora returned to her and sat down opposite her with two plates of salad: "Why look at me like this? Is there anything weird?"

"Um... No... It's just been a long time since I saw you."

Miss Milo's lips opened up a little, and he recovered immediately. She must always remind herself to close her mouth, otherwise, the **** crack will scare many people.

"Fujiwara Xingkong took a bite of the cucumber and frowned. The long-frozen cucumber is soft and has no taste. He lifted his head from the salad dish and looked at her face through the withered potted plant.

"Is your body dysfunctional?"

"It's really not so good recently..." Miss Milo lowered her head, her voice became very low, "Does it mean that time is running out?"

Fujiwara Starry sky nodded.

Miss Milo bit her lip, but smiled softly: "It's great, it can be relieved."

"You can stay here for the last time."

"That won't work... how can I spend the night at your house..."

"Didn't you say it, this is also your home."

Miss Milo covered her blushing face: "Really...is it really possible?"

"Of course, as an overnight expense..." Fujiwara Hoshizora pushed the empty plate on the table to her, "Miss Miluo, please take care of the dishes these days."

"no problem!"

Miss Milo wrapped the one hanging from the kitchen door around her waist, tied a beautiful bow, and carried the empty dish into the kitchen sink.

Fujiwara Xingkong leaned over and glanced at it. The white skirt was like a white lisianthus flower dancing in the wind. He had to sigh again that Miss Milo's figure is really good.

Miss Milo, who was squeezing detergent, suddenly trembled, and her hands trembled.

"Fuji...Fujiwara?" The voice was hot.

"Miss Milu..." Fujiwara Hoshizora responded, wrapping her hands around her waist at the same time, "I used to hope that you could stay in this world for a long time, so I have been deliberately avoiding you, but now I don't have to worry about it.

The closest person is sticking behind you, whispering to you.

"Wait...Wait for the night..." Miss Milo turned her back, leaning on the sink, holding her hands on her chest, shyly looking at the Fujiwara starry sky.

"Why wait for the night?"

"Eh?"

"I just wanted to give you a hug, did Miss Milo think of something lustful?"

"Eh?"

Miss Milo bit her lower lip with difficulty, her cheeks flushed and her eyes shone like crystals.

"Hurry up and wash the dishes, do you want to live for nothing?"

"Then don't move around..." Miss Milo turned around trembling, rubbing the rich foam with her hands in the sink.

The Fujiwara Starry sky did not move, but moved very seriously.

When taking a bath at night, under the desperate resistance of Miss Milo, she finally got the right to take a bath.

When it was Fujiwara's turn to wash, he stood at the bathroom door and shouted: "Miss Milu."

"What are you doing?"

"Would you like to wash it again with me?"

"No~!" Miss Milo took a deep breath, "Hurry up by yourself, you are not a kid anymore."

"Oh." Fujiwara Stars sighed, "Then don't take a peek."

"Who wants to peek at you!"

"Don't listen to the sound of water and do nasty things."

"!?How can it be!"

Miss Milo chopped the floor heavily, and ran back to the room with her face covered.

If this boy is a dumb, then he will definitely like him more than now!

But... If you are dumb, wouldn't you hear him say that you like yourself?

Miss Milo was lying on the bed in the starry sky of Fujiwara, feeling a rush of heat in her body. In this room, his breath remained everywhere.

After taking a bath, putting on a soft yukata, Fujiwara Hoshizora dries her hair, and returns to the room to hold her in her arms.

Feeling the boy's body temperature so close, Miss Milo felt that her body, which had been dead for decades, was resurrecting little by little.

"Fujiwara..." She stroked Fujiwara Hoshizora's cheek obsessively, "Thank you."

"How can you thank me?"

"Oh... just thank you."

Fujiwara Hoshizora squinted his eyes and put on an expression of enjoyment: "Miss Milu's figure seems to be getting better and better."

Sure enough... it's better for him not to speak, otherwise he really feels too shy.

He is a pervert!

Actually said to the slit girl that your body is great.

Normal people would like an urban legend, even if they like it, they still kiss themselves forcibly, and become a lover with them.

"Miss Milo..." Fujiwara Stars reached out his hand to wipe off the black blood that had fallen from the crack in her mouth. "Should you take the initiative tonight?"

"Want to... how to take the initiative?"

"I'm lying down and leave it to you."

"Hmm..." Miss Milo took a deep breath, propped up her upper body, and slowly moved her face closer to his lips.

At the same time, her hand untied the strap of his bathrobe.

"By the way, what will Miss Milo do when she misses me?"

"You...what did you say..."

"Don't stop, it's normal if you can, isn't it possible for urban legends to use your hands."

Miss Milo glared at him and stood up with a "pop".

She gritted her teeth, swallowed the soft moan that floated to her mouth, and changed her posture to continue.

After calming down, Miss Milo closed her eyes comfortably, her chest dampened with sweat undulated, and strands of black hair stuck to her cheeks that were also full of sweat.

The bed sheet under the two of them had been stained with a shocking dark red by the blood from the cracks in her mouth.

"Miss Milo, this is it?"

"Let me slow down..."

"It's me this time."

"Eh?"

The bright moonlight coming in from the window reflects the silhouette of the two overlapping each other.

…

August 28, 8:25 am.

When he opened his eyes, Fujiwara Hoshizora confirmed the number from the electronic clock on the bedside.

A new hot day is about to begin. Through the window of the room, you can see the high-rise buildings in the distance. Their glass curtain walls are far more dazzling than usual.

He got out of bed and cleaned the whole room thoroughly.

Pulling open the drawers of the room one by one, I found an old scarf bitten by bugs, three hangers, and a few packs of cotton swabs; as well as her neatly stacked underwear and socks; there are toothbrushes and hair dryers in the bathroom. UU reading www.uukanshu.cOM

However, all the imprints related to Miss Milo are completely gone, and even fingerprints are intact. Does the urban legend leave fingerprints?

When Fujiwara Hoshizora thought about this problem, he just took out a can of Coke from the refrigerator, but he didn't pour it into the cup, so he drank it all at once.

The person sitting across from the dining table these days will never show up again. Quietly looking at the chair where no one was sitting on, he was in a daze for a while.

I haven't gone out these days, but feel tired inexplicably. The body is tired and lazy, but the consciousness is very clear.

School is about to start in three days, and Hanako's affairs can't be delayed any longer.

As he walked downstairs with the packed trash, Fujiwara Hoshizora glanced at the plaques.

No matter how much they miss, they are already withered.

Keeping such a mark here is useless except to stimulate the people around him now.

He put down the rubbish, took the tokens to the attic on the second floor and hid them, and then went out with the rubbish.

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