Laid-Back Life in Tokyo: I Really Didn't Want to Work Hard
Chapter 469 - 327: Going Out Together for Work_2
CHAPTER 469: CHAPTER 327: GOING OUT TOGETHER FOR WORK_2
"That’s because Sakura-kun likes to touch everywhere! It tickles!"
Uesugi Sakura said while helping her tie the butterfly knot around her neck: "I told you I’m a pervert, Hanabi, you need to get used to it."
Hanamaru Hanabi could smell his scent at this moment and said, blushing slightly: "If Sakura-kun didn’t touch everywhere, we could do this every day."
Uesugi Sakura gave her a flick on the forehead, "In your dreams."
Hanamaru Hanabi, feeling the pain, showed a pitiful expression.
He noticed her butterfly tie wasn’t properly done, so he leaned in again to fix it for her.
Hanamaru Hanabi saw the opportunity and bit down on his neck.
"Eh, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch."
Hanamaru Hanabi closed her eyes and bit him even harder.
Uesugi Sakura supported her delicate shoulders with his hands, trying to push her away, but because she bit too hard, it hurt even more:
"Hiss~ Stop, stop, Hanabi, I was wrong."
"Hmm, hmm, hmm." Her voice changed even as she was biting.
"Really, really, I was wrong, I won’t tap your forehead anymore."
The girl still didn’t let go.
The feeling on his neck was both warm and stinging, a bit strange, yet being bitten by her small mouth felt intimate.
Uesugi Sakura closed his eyes, then opened them again and said: "Hanabi, you know the skin on the neck is very thin, the carotid artery is right there, and if you’re not careful, you could bite through it and cause death."
Upon hearing this, Hanamaru Hanabi noticeably relaxed her bite, and Uesugi Sakura took the opportunity to push her down onto the bed.
He went for the exposed, snow-white skin on her collarbone, nibbling and biting, while his hands slipped inside her white shirt to tickle her.
Hanamaru Hanabi, who was extremely sensitive to tickling, couldn’t help but laugh, lying on the bed, raising her neck, completely powerless to resist his actions.
"Hahaha, Sakura-kun, Sakura-kun."
"Will you bite me again?" Uesugi Sakura asked while biting and tickling her stomach, his voice also changing because he was biting her fragrant skin.
"I won’t bite anymore~ I won’t bite anymore."
Her body was really warm, and her fragrance was refreshing and invigorating.
Her soft waist flowed smoothly under his palms, the scent filled his nostrils, and the beauty of the young girl’s body made Uesugi Sakura indulge, gradually unable to resist wanting more pleasure.
....
Uesugi Sakura reflected, realizing he indeed went overboard just now.
Now lying on the bed, Hanamaru Hanabi’s neck was covered with small red marks.
But he wasn’t much better off with her bite marks still on his neck.
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"Sister Hanabi, why do you wear a ribbon on your neck?"
Hanabi blushed and was too shy to answer, so Uesugi Sakura replied for her: "Because it looks good."
"Does it look good?"
"Of course, does the dress your brother bought for you look good?" Uesugi Sakura changed the topic.
Aei tiptoed, looking left and right at her own light pink dress, "It looks good~"
"See? You look good, and so does Sister Hanabi, so there’s no need to say more. Once your sister finishes changing, we can set off."
"Yay, let’s go!"
Aei ran directly to the door, quickly put on her shoes at the entrance, and opened the door.
Hanamaru Hanabi: "Aei looks really happy."
Uesugi Sakura: "Well, we’re going out to play; kids always like that."
Hanamaru Hanabi: "I feel like Sakura-kun is like a dad already."
Uesugi Sakura smiled: "Then should I make Hanabi become a mom tonight?"
Hanamaru Hanabi lowered her head a bit: "Okay..."
Uesugi Sakura couldn’t believe it: "Really?"
"Hanabi... has already belonged to Sakura-kun entirely..."
Her soft voice expressed this, Uesugi Sakura heard her feeling of vulnerability, but he knew she wanted it to be more formal, not too hasty.
"Does Hanabi have any requests for me?"
"Sakura-kun... just don’t forget Hanabi... don’t forget that Hanabi once smiled in front of him... also hope he won’t forget he once looked at Hanabi and smiled..."
Her simple words reminded Uesugi Sakura of the time when she was younger, celebrating her birthday.
Her parents were busy with work then, and she was at home, blowing out the candles they had prepared early for her, making a wish for herself with clasped hands.
Uesugi Sakura was one of the only two people there to wish her happy birthday, he watched as the cake’s candles lit up her youthful face, lacking friends and rarely smiling, she seemed abandoned by the world.
When he first saw Aei and the others, it was a similar feeling.
They stood in the rain, backs supporting each other, Aei daydreaming under a tree, Chiaei holding an umbrella waiting for her sister.
Many adults passed by, none caring why they stood there.
Listening to Hanamaru Hanabi’s simple request, Uesugi Sakura deeply wanted to give this gentle girl a happy smile.
"Don’t worry, I won’t forget the kindness you’ve shown me."
"Mm, Hanabi believes in Sakura-kun."
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Today we’re going with the Library Company to attend a comic convention.
This was originally the responsibility of the author and the company.
But Hanamaru Hanabi, as the illustrator, also needed to help with promotion, just because her drawings were too beloved by fans.
With popularity comes support.
The more popularity, the more support grows in a collective manner.
This was actually the result of fans continually requesting the original author and Library Company online.
Uesugi Sakura boarded the train with three others, found a seat, and started browsing his phone.
On the latest update from Mr. Hanamaru (work account ID), a large group of people kept reposting today’s event details, including what time it starts, when Teacher Hanamaru and the original author appear, and whether there’s a signing handshake session.
[Is Mr. Hanamaru a boy or a girl?]
Reply: [With such a lewd character design, who wouldn’t know it’s a boy.]
There’s even a [thumbs up] emoji at the end, Japanese otakus seem to love using emojis.
Uesugi Sakura showed the phone screen to Hanamaru Hanabi next to him.
"Look at these comments."
Hanamaru Hanabi looked carefully and noticed he was browsing her fan activity.
"What’s wrong...?"
Uesugi Sakura put down the phone and asked: "Your fans seem to think you’re a man."
"Didn’t Sakura-kun know?" Hanamaru Hanabi, even though she rarely checks Twitter updates, the company sometimes asks her to post, so she would do it.
Over time, she saw various speculations from fans about her.
After all, illustrators rarely show their faces in this industry.
"I’ve not been checking much, but these two comments do imply that Hanabi’s characters are quite lewd, don’t they?"
Uesugi Sakura chuckled, "Did you base the design of the witch girl on yourself, Hanabi?"
"No... Hanabi doesn’t have that aura... nor that height..."
"Then what’s with the lewd drawings?"
"Hanabi just drew based on imagination and descriptions... it’s not Hanabi’s fault the drawings are lewd..." Hanamaru Hanabi said shyly.
After all, lewdness is always a challenging topic for girls to broach.
Uesugi Sakura chuckled, repositioned himself, as the train clattered in their ears, outside the window were numerous utility poles and houses.
Aei was whispering something with Chiaei, occasionally casting glances at him.
Although Uesugi Sakura had good hearing, he could only catch snippets, they seemed to be discussing a "kiss" topic.
Elementary schoolers had confessed to him before, it wasn’t strange for them to chat about these things.
"Sakura-kun... why do you want to turn into a cat?" Hanamaru Hanabi asked quietly.
"Wanna know?"
"Yeah."
"It’s related to my illness."
"Turning into a cat can cure you, Sakura-kun?"
"Pretty much, yeah."
Uesugi Sakura was still curious, "Hanabi, don’t you want to ask about these things?"
Hanamaru Hanabi said: "Hanabi thinks... if Sakura-kun wants to talk about it, he will, and besides, Hanabi thinks it’s an interesting topic."
Uesugi Sakura felt like she placed unconditional trust in him.
After a brief silence.
"Sakura-kun isn’t a cat turned human, right?"
"No."
"Then do you like yarn balls?"
"... Maybe I do."