Tokyo Girlfriend Guide

Chapter 717: Watching Yukino Kaori get up is a pleasure

On the first day of the Golden Week, Hojo Kyosuke got up before seven in the morning. Surprisingly, no one came to attack last night, so he went to bed early for once.

I stood up and walked to the window, and opened the curtains. The rising sun was already shining and hot. It was a very beautiful sunny day, and the sun was probably full of energy and wanted to dry the tourists during the Golden Week into jerky.

Hojo Kyosuke stretched himself energetically, with his hands on his hips, looking out the window at the gradually waking city. For a moment, he even wanted to be free. But his remaining rationality stopped him. His house was not a tower with dozens of floors. Even if he was naked in front of the French window, no one would see him. Ruyi Liao was surrounded by single-family houses of similar height. When others opened the window, they could see him clearly. He really couldn't be free.

She opened the window for ventilation, washed up, and then pushed the door open and walked out. If it were any other day, he would personally cook a big meal today to celebrate the start of a wonderful holiday, but today he couldn't do that because he had to accompany Mitsuha to pick up Sayaka and the imperial envoy.

The tickets they bought were for the earliest Shinkansen at 6:14, and they would arrive in Tokyo around 8:30. When Mitsuha mentioned this yesterday, she complained a lot. After all, who wouldn't want to sleep in on a day like this? Even Eriri knew that she had to rest up enough to enjoy her vacation.

But in fact, it is not easy to buy train tickets. The phenomenon of holiday travel rush is common all over the world. During Japan's Golden Week, it is common to see traffic jams of dozens of kilometers on highways, and the Shinkansen will also be overcrowded.

I opened the door and found that the living room, which should have been bustling, was still quiet. I walked downstairs holding the redwood railing. Even Xue Ye, who was the most active in getting up, hadn't gotten up yet.

Hojo Kyosuke knew that because Baixiangli was older, she was usually embarrassed to sleep in. He had advised her against it countless times, but Xueye still stubbornly did so.

Really, even when he was in Itomori, he often got drunk and fell asleep.

At that time, Hojo Kyosuke's favorite holiday routine was: get up in the morning to check his own development, then prepare breakfast for his grandmother and sister, pack a lunch box, and carry it out of Miyamizu Shrine.

Standing on the concrete ground in front of the shrine, I looked out over the guardrail at the lush, emerald-green mountains and forests in the distance, shrouded in mist, and at Itomori Town, which was gradually regaining its vitality in the early morning.

After breathing enough of the cool, moist air, he would slowly walk down the mountain around the shrine along the mountain road. Along the way, shop owners who were opening their shops and townspeople who were going to work in the fields would bow to him and call him "Miss" or "Miko-sama". He would smile and nod in response, and say a few auspicious words.

This process would not take him too much time. After all, Itomori Town was too small, with few residents. Even if everyone lined up in front of him to greet him, it would not take much time.

By the time the cool air had warmed up, he had reached the old wooden house next to the railway.

The gray-brown bricks and tiles were wetted by dew and their color deepened into black. A transparent tile in the middle was very conspicuous, and one glance at it would make people feel that "if there is a roof like this, I can see the starry sky as soon as I open my eyes when I go to bed at night."

The house has a small wall. If Hojo Kyosuke used to do it, he would just jump over it. But now, Mitsuha's body is not that powerful, so he can only use the key to open the door. The key is hidden under a stone next to the door. It's not that he doesn't want to take it home, but if Mitsuha sees it, the witch will roar on the memo again:

"What on earth did you do with my body!? Why do I have the key to the house of the female teacher in the school!? Asshole, don't use my body to pick up girls, I'm going to kill you!"

Things like that.

Hojo Kyosuke, who had a flexible moral bottom line, didn't mind being scolded, but in order to prevent the shrine maiden who was using his body in Tokyo from getting angry and doing something unspeakable, he tried his best to avoid being discovered.

Well, I really tried hard to cover it up. If Mitsuha finds out again, she will have herself to blame.

I took off my shoes while sitting on the edge of the corridor and stepped lightly onto the cypress wood floor. I have to say that the bodies of teenage girls are so slender and light that even when they step on such an old floor, there is no creaking sound.

Hojo Kyosuke lowered his head to admire "his own" little feet in white cotton socks, nodded with satisfaction, then quietly opened the shoji door (Japanese sliding door), walked in, turned a corner, and pushed open another door.

These doors had just been maintained by him when he last exchanged bodies, so they were very smooth and made no noise.

A beam of white sunlight shone through the transparent tiles of the roof, and the Tyndall effect gave the light a shape, allowing Hojo Kyosuke to arrest the light's rude behavior.

In the place where the light shone, a woman was sleeping on the plain tatami. She was covered with a blue quilt, and her sleeping face was peaceful and tranquil.

The soft light was bright and upright, but when no one was around, it quietly caressed the face of the sleeping woman.

How could there be such a hypocrite in the world? I don’t know whether others can tolerate it, but Hojo Kyosuke can’t tolerate it. He has always been a great man with an overflowing sense of justice.

Hojo Kyosuke immediately tiptoed forward, stopped at the edge of the quilt, slowly sat down, stretched out his hands and placed them on both sides of the woman's face, leaned down and used himself to block the sunlight so that she could not do anything unrighteous again.

That's a really small face.

He sighed in his heart, the miko was already a famous beauty in the area of ​​100 miles (only in Itomori Town), but this sleeping beauty was no less beautiful. On a face smaller than the others, the facial features seemed to be artificially carved and arranged in a perfect combination, contributing to the charm of the master.

Especially the long, curved eyelashes. Even if a woman has her eyes closed, one can still imagine from the long eyelashes what kind of shy and timid woman she will be when she opens her eyes.

Hojo Kyosuke sniffed with his nostrils twitching, and a faint smell of alcohol entered his nose, but he knew that it was lingering in the air, not on the woman. Ever since he said last time that he didn't like women who reeked of alcohol early in the morning, she had obediently washed herself clean after drinking.

Nodding with satisfaction, he did not say anything, nor did he do any pranks like pinching her nose. He just took back his hands, sat cross-legged, and continued to quietly appreciate the woman's beautiful sleeping face.

Because he knew what a good sleep was for that woman.

When he saw the white and transparent little face slowly turn red in the sunlight, and then saw the long eyelashes begin to flutter gently, Hojo Kyosuke knew that she was about to wake up.

She felt a warm sensation on her face. She knew without opening her eyes that her face had turned red under the sunlight. It was always like this because her skin was so delicate and tender that even the perfect amount of sunlight would tan her. But she didn't care because even if she got tanned, she would just hide for a day or two and her skin would turn white again.

But today, in addition to the feeling of sunlight on my face, there seems to be another kind of warmth.

That was the warmth that had appeared in Xueye Baixiang's memory not long ago. Although it did not last long, it was deep enough.

She suddenly opened her eyes and looked towards the place where the warmth came from with anticipation and surprise.

Sure enough, a girl with a ponytail appeared in her sight.

"Hojo-kun!"

She shouted with joy, and her throat, which was dry from just waking up, seemed to become warm the moment she saw this man.

"Good morning, Yukino."

Hojo Kyosuke shouted with a smile.

"Good morning, Kyousuke."

Yukino Thyme, wearing a blue satin home outfit, stood on the second floor, smiling quietly and speaking softly.

"Why don't you get some sleep?"

Hojo Kyosuke stood up and handed over the freshly heated milk in his hand. It was his cup with double the sugar, which replenished his happiness early in the morning!

Yukino Baixiangli put down her hand that was about to rub her eyes, walked down the stairs briskly, her dark eyes flashing with excitement and joy.

There is nothing more blissful in this world than waking up and seeing your own God.

She went down the stairs and walked to Hojo Kyosuke's side. She took the cup with a slight breath and sat down on the chair in front of the bar.

"Slow down, be careful of the burn."

Hojo Kyosuke whispered, raising one hand to gently smooth Yukino's hair. The beautiful black hair was just like Yukino's, smooth and tidy, without the need for a comb, just a gentle touch would make it look neat and tidy.

This is a skill that Eriri could never envy. Although her long golden hair, which looked like a work of art, was gorgeous, she had to spend a lot of time and energy to "tame" it every morning, which was really a painful thing for her who liked to sleep in and hated to put on makeup.

Fortunately, except for her, all the residents in Ruyi Dormitory are very feminine, so she only needs to stay awake and transport her body to the sofa in the living room on the first floor, and then entrust the ownership to anyone. After she is completely awake, she will be able to see her hair return to its gorgeous and exquisite appearance, and then go to school as the perfect young lady of Toyosaki.

Xueye Baixiang slowly brought the cup to her lips, and the milky white liquid flowed into her mouth from the gap between her lips and the edge of the cup, spreading to the taste buds on the tip of her tongue. The milk was not hot, but just the right temperature for drinking.

So sweet~~

The sweet taste spread from her taste buds into her brain. She squinted her eyes happily like a child, and her classical and delicate face was full of joy.

Sitting next to Hojo-kun, having him pat my head, and drinking sweet hot milk, this is what the so-called kingdom of God is like, right?

Xue Ye Baixiang thought foolishly, she was glad that she didn't sleep in today.

She had never been a sweets fan, but after regaining her sense of taste, she had developed a fondness for this flavor.

This is the taste of Hojo-kun, the taste of happiness.

Because Hojo-kun loves sweets, he even puts a lot of sugar in his barley tea.

Although she liked the taste of sweet milk, she still restrained herself and swallowed it in small sips, trying to let the sweet taste stay as long as possible.

Oh, I mean the touch on the head~~

Xue Ye Bai Xiang squinted her eyes and enjoyed it.

Hojo Kyosuke put his right hand on the table, leaned sideways, admired Yukino's beauty with a smile, and reached out to gently stroke her little head.

That's a really small face.

He sighed in his heart.

It is so exquisite and beautiful that even the heavens would be jealous. It is so beautiful that it is unbelievable.

After drinking the last drop of milk in two times, Yukino Baixiangli reluctantly put down the cup, then licked her lips with her little tongue and drank the last bit of milk.

But how could a tongue that was fully soaked in sugar and milk lick the mouth clean? After licking it once, Xue Ye felt his lips were sticky, so he stuck out his tongue again.

"ah……"

At this moment, she finally noticed Hojo-kun's gaze, he was staring at her mouth.

Xue Ye quickly retracted her tongue shyly.

"I'll help you prepare breakfast, Kyousuke."

She stood up in a panic, blushing as she avoided the embarrassing gaze.

Hojo Kyosuke looked at Yukino's back with amusement. Although her body was so mature, she always looked like a little girl.

"I just need a glass of milk. I need to go out later." he shouted.

"Are you going to pick up Sayaka and the imperial envoy?"

Yukino asked as she walked into the kitchen and started working.

"correct."

Hojo Kyosuke nodded and continued:

"At this time, they should be very hungry. After I pick them up, I will take them outside to eat something before coming back."

If nothing goes wrong, the girls at home will sleep in today. If they bring guests back, they will have to get up early and get ready.

People who are familiar with Hojo Kyosuke know that he is a generous, approachable and kind person, but when it comes to his girlfriends, he becomes a heartless and cold person.

This can be attested by Tetsuta Kisaki, Tsuyoshi Oosaka, Tetsuya Shimomura, the members of Berserker Angels, the students of Sobu High School, those who have watched Hokushin Ittoryu fights... and many more.

So, how could Hojo Kyosuke possibly ruin the sleep of his beloved girls just to entertain Sayaka?

Why not take Sayaka and the Teshishi to Ginza near the station for a luxurious meal? Isn't the purpose of coming to Tokyo to experience this luxury?

Hojo Kyosuke had asked Kisaki to help order food last night to ensure that every bite would taste like money. He believed that Sayaka and the others would be able to feel the passion of himself and Mitsuha.

He drank a glass of milk to appease his hungry stomach, and then ate a few biscuits to fill his stomach. If it weren't for the fact that he had to take the bus, Hojo Kyosuke would have been too lazy to eat, because Mitsuha said she would make him breakfast.

"When Eriri wakes up, send me a message."

He warned Yukino, because as long as Eriri wakes up, it means that there will be no one sleeping in Ruyi Dormitory. (End of this chapter)