Chapter 89: Drinking with Three Young Delinquents

At night, the streets of Shinjuku District blazed with lights and roared with voices, while streams of diners moved in and out of the many shops.

They would go in wearing suits, their strides steady, joking and roughhousing cheerfully with their companions.

But by the time they came out, their faces would be flushed red, their arms draped around one another’s shoulders. Their once neat suits would be wrinkled and askew, their ties hanging from their hands, their steps unsteady, just like the things they bragged about.

They would boast loudly to their friends about the future, only to go home and collapse onto a soft bed and sleep.

They would not spare a single thought for the beautiful young wife waiting beside them.

Off work, they drank. After drinking, they were done for. They went home, slept, and then got up the next day and went back to work.

Such was the vicious cycle. Though it was all for the family, the wife was left coldly neglected, especially those women who had only recently gone from girls to young wives.

They found their husbands’ indifference unbearable.

And yet this, repeated day after day, was the life of a Japanese corporate drone. Without drinking, they simply could not endure it. The pressure was too great, the competition too fierce. Sometimes they would even think back to their school days, to that carefree, fiery youth, especially to those pretty girls from school. Just like now, at a very noticeable table in the izakaya...

“Hey, you nasty little brat, who do you think you’re looking down on?”

On a small square table sat a row of tiny dishes, each holding exquisite food.

Fine wagyu beef, sea urchin, shrimp, tuna...

For students, this was a very expensive meal. Qingling had already decided that in a bit, she would have Terashima Kanae pay the bill.

Her bank card was frozen now, and among the four people present, she was the richest. A little rich girl, that was her.

They absolutely could not spend Haruhi’s money. She would feel bad about it...

Terashima Kanae, sitting opposite her, looked a little confused. She blinked her bright eyes twice and gazed curiously at Aoshima Yukio.

Why did it feel like her little wallet was about to suffer?

Although Qingling was thinking of Haruhi’s feelings, this little bit of money was nothing to Haruno Haruhi now, who had already completed the first stage task for Ogata Yuriko.

Nothing at all.

Ten million yen. Even if converted to yuan, that was only a little over five hundred thousand, but Haruhi was still a student!

Now that she had money, of course she had to try all the things she had never eaten or played with before. That was how one enjoyed life.

And if the money ran out, then what?

Ogata Yuriko:

Stage Tasks:

Task 1: Reach 40 favorability. Completed. Hold hands and kiss. Completed. Reward: Ten million yen.

Task 2: Reach 70 favorability. Completed. Hug Yuriko for 10 minutes. Incomplete. Reward: Fifty million yen.

Task 3: Locked.

Task 4: Locked.

There was no way she could spend it all. Not even close.

Looking at the refreshed stage tasks, Haruno Haruhi could only say one thing:

Yuriko, you really are my lucky star! This is my first time meeting someone who gives money along with the advantage. I am genuinely moved...

Inside a luxurious villa, the small courtyard was quiet, and a faint glow leaked through the glass of the rooms.

In the girl’s bedroom, Ogata Yuriko lay on the bed, a stuffed doll pinned between her two fair, slender legs.

Her long lashes trembled slightly. Her big eyes stared unblinkingly at the phone screen, and the light from the display painted her little face, making her cheeks grow redder and redder for no reason at all...

The photo on the phone was a candid shot of a tall figure spiking a volleyball with brutal force. The angle was very discreet, and even the person at the center of the picture, Haruno Haruhi, had only been captured in profile, along with a shirt damp with sweat.

Even so, Ogata Yuriko had already been clutching her phone and staring at it for half an hour, never once looking away. She sniffed lightly.

It was as if she could smell the scent through the screen.

Her face grew redder and redder. Then, suddenly, Yuriko put the phone aside, hugged the cotton doll tightly to her chest, and buried her face in it with great force, squeezing so hard that the doll warped out of shape.

After a moment, the small figure let go of the doll, blushing as she sprang up barefoot and hurried into the bathroom. Passing the wardrobe, she even took a brand-new pair of underwear from the drawer on the way.

A long while later, she came out of the bathroom, her little face once again calm. But when she looked at the doll on the large bed, she still felt a little embarrassed and put it back into the pile of plush toys.

She lay flat on the bed and stared blankly at the ceiling.

She wondered what Haruno-senpai was doing now... She wanted to see him again soon.

Just thinking about what Haruno-senpai had done to her in that little storage room on the roof of the school building made Ogata Yuriko blush all over again...

She wondered when there would be a next time... Ideally, after physical education class would be best...

Half an hour later, the tiny figure shyly went to the bathroom once more, and the sound of rushing water soon drifted out.

Shinjuku District, izakaya.

“Hey, what are you spacing out for! Drink!”

Hanai Mai rolled up her sleeves, revealing two fair arms, slapped the table, and looked at the boy in front of her with obvious dissatisfaction.

Her little face was flushed red. Clearly, she was already a little drunk.

Haruhi withdrew the virtual panel, glanced indifferently at the very well-endowed Hanai Mai, then lifted his glass and gulped down a big mouthful.

This little delinquent girl had started dragging him into drinking the moment dinner began, as if she wanted to see his humiliating drunken state.

Haruhi did not care at all. He simply said to go ahead and bring it on. If he got drunk today, he would gladly hand over the title of Tokyo’s little drinking king!

That single line had successfully provoked Hanai Mai. One cup, two cups, three cups...

As they kept drinking, the little spicy girl got drunk. Her face was flushed, she had no regard for her image whatsoever, and she was shouting at the top of her lungs. Haruhi, meanwhile, found himself a little nostalgic for the local beers from his previous life...

The izakaya was crowded, and with all the steaming dishes on the table, the room had grown rather hot.

By then, Hanai Mai was also getting tipsy. She simply reached out and unbuttoned two buttons on her blouse, making Haruhi’s eyes go a little dizzy. He even had the urge to stand up.

This earned him an irritated glare from Qingling Meilong.

Terashima Kanae hurried over to help Hanai Mai fasten her buttons.

“Mai, what’s going on with you? Don’t tell me you’re drunk already?”

“No way. This is nothing. I can still drink! Who’s drunk?” Hanai Mai waved a hand and pretended to be completely fine, letting Terashima Kanae button her up.

Only the occasional belch betrayed her current condition.

“Hanai-san, bragging isn’t a very good habit.”

Haruhi smiled and reached out to pull the slender waist of the Qingling girl beside him into his arm. It was soft and yielding to the touch, and her youthful skin felt wonderfully pleasant.

With one big hand wrapping around from behind, he let it rest on her long black-stockinged leg and gently stroked it.

That sentence successfully enraged Hanai Mai. She slapped the table hard.

“Fine, drink! Let’s see if I don’t make you throw up today!”

A grand declaration indeed, and the buttons that had only just been fastened sprang open again. Terashima Kanae hurriedly rushed forward to help button them back up.

There was nothing she could do. Her own buttons were easy enough to fasten, but Hanai Mai’s were truly difficult. She was short, so the standard uniform size was not very large, yet her small body contained astonishing energy. There was only so much fabric in the shirt to begin with, and with her standing there, of course it looked crowded.

Qingling Meilong directly reached out and pinched the soft flesh at Haruhi’s waist, glaring at him to tell him to stop talking nonsense.

Hiss!

Since the young lady was pinching him, Haruno Haruhi was naturally not one to take it lying down. His hand slipped back to that little backside and pinched it hard several times.

That made Qingling Meilong blush deeply.

“Fine, fine, there’s still the next round. Everyone’s eaten enough, so let’s go to karaoke!”

After struggling to fasten Hanai Mai’s buttons, Terashima Kanae quickly stood up and changed the subject.

Damn those people from the port! Every time she had to fasten blouse buttons, it was such a pain. No wonder Mai was so strong. Training every day could make anyone tough. How enviable, QAQ. I want to train like that too...

She stood up and looked down without thinking, only to see the tops of her black leather shoes. It was depressing.

But what was even more depressing came next. When Terashima Kanae lifted her head, she found that her big sister-type leader, Qingling-san, was blinking at her.

No, surely not? Could it be that she was expected to pay?

Should she pretend not to see it?

“Sure, then let’s go to karaoke. I’ll pay the bill.” Haruhi nodded. They really could not waste any more time here. He was actually looking forward to playing with Qingling-san in karaoke.

A dim, quiet environment just thinking about it felt wonderful. As he spoke, he got up eagerly, ready to go settle the bill.

“No, no need. Terashima said she’d treat us,” Qingling Meilong said at once, stopping Haruhi by the arm, looking every inch the proper young wife despite her tender age.

“Is... is that so?”

With his arm held back, Haruhi looked up at Terashima Kanae, who had also risen to her feet. The girl with shoulder-length hair seemed not to have heard a word, and was turning her head to stare off to her left.

As if there were something very attractive over there. Unfortunately, it was empty. There wasn’t even a single diner...

“Forget it, I’ll go pay then.”

How could Haruhi not understand what Qingling-san was thinking? A little warmth swelled in his chest, and he reached out to ruffle the beautiful girl’s hair.

“Forget it, forget it, stop showing off your affection. I’m really full! I’ll pay, all right? This meal is on me,” Terashima Kanae said, somewhat exasperated.

The Terashima Group was a very famous company not only in Tokyo but throughout Japan, especially its hotels, the Terashima Grand Hotel, which formed a nationwide chain.

So Terashima Kanae was absolutely a little rich girl.

Her earlier gestures and expressions had only been part of a joke.

Terashima-senpai was the last person short on money!

Haruhi said nothing more. Feeling the warmth coming from his arm, he affectionately pinched Qingling-san’s smooth cheek.

As for Hanai Mai, she was already half-unconscious in her seat, with little bubbles of beer occasionally appearing at the corners of her mouth...

Today is a day off, so I’m updating hard! Two more chapters this afternoon.