Tokyo host

The water mist permeated the female soup, and the simple continuous row of showers, the bathing pools of various colors, and a figure swaying in the white mist.

"Zila..." Her hair was wet on her shoulders, and with the hot bath water, Nana squinted her eyes comfortably while sitting on the small bench in the morning, letting the warm water wash over her pink skin.

"Hey, Coco, help me wash my hair."

"oh oh."

Beside her, the two little animals were helping each other apply shower gel.

The others also soaked in the hot soup, their eyes closed comfortably.

This was supposed to be just an ordinary bathing scene, but in the corner of the bathhouse it revealed a violation of peace——

A boy turned his back to them and took a bath with a stiff expression.

"If there are other guests here, I will definitely be arrested by the police, right?" After taking a breath, Makoto Futaba leaned his back against the edge of the bath and said.

"The mother-in-law said that we are the last guests."

Suzuki Kaoru turned his back to Futaba Makoto and used a bath ball to smear his body with bubbles. Although the two were very close, they couldn't see anything because their backs were facing each other.

"You're so close, aren't you afraid that I will look back?" Shuangye Cheng stretched his body and couldn't help but ask, "And...why would you agree to such a thing."

"Men's Soup is closed."

"But I'm a boy."

"They don't mind." Suzuki Kaoru replied, seemingly very calm.

Shuangye Cheng was dumbfounded, and then he had to sigh helplessly, "Okay, then I have nothing to be ashamed of."

Saying that, his head turned slowly.

Oncoming, are two slender fingers, poking straight in the eyes of Futaba Makoto.

Shuangye Cheng: "..."

"pain."

"Turn around."

"Oh."

Futaba Makoto turned his head slowly, then continued to soak in hot water and looked ahead.

The next second, he seemed a little unwilling to give up, but he couldn't help turning his head.

At this time, Suzuki Kaoru had already wrapped a bath towel.With her snow-white round shoulders and collarbone exposed, she stood on the edge and looked at him condescendingly, with a bit of disgust in her eyes: "Do you want to see that?"

"It's just a sore neck." Shuangye Cheng gave a sloppy look.

It was naturally a pair of amber eyes of distrust.

No way, Futaba Makoto had to continue to sit, and Suzuki Kaoru had already got up and went to the other side to find Morning Nana and the others to take a bath - listening to their slapstick, Futaba Makoto could vaguely feel the stone coming from the spring in front of him. Zhongshengjian has signs of being awakened, and it seems that it is about to break through the seal.

"It's not a child." When Shuangye Cheng said, he suddenly found footsteps coming from the side.

Before Futaba Cheng turned his head, he heard a splash of water splashing, which made him choked off guard.

"Cough cough." When Shuangye Cheng regained his senses, he found that something was pressing down on his thigh. The familiar skin temperature made him open his eyes and found a waist-length black hair scattered in Shuangye Cheng's chest.

Gong Baiyuyou sat on Shuangye Cheng's lap at this time, and then tilted his head back slightly.

Those cold eyes looked forward, and then curved into a lovely crescent.

"Uh..." The temperature on the thigh made Shuangye Cheng's throat shrank. Shuangye Cheng subconsciously glanced at Morning Nana in the distance. He didn't seem to notice what was going on here. It may be because of the angle, Futaba Cheng's body at this time blocked Gong Baiyuyou's body, so it was not found.

"Yuyou..."

Makoto Futaba lowered his voice, perhaps because he was attacked by familiarity, he felt that he could not control the power of the holy sword.

Gong Baiyuyou seems to have noticed this. After all, she was so close, and she could clearly feel the power of that power—but perhaps because she was very familiar with Futaba Cheng, she just moved her body slightly and then Abruptly, the power of Futaba Makoto was completely wrapped and sealed.

The water splashed slightly, attracting Nana's attention in the morning.

"Acheng, what's the matter with you?" The mist was a little blurry, so Nana couldn't see what was going on with Shuangye Cheng, but she didn't wrap herself in a bath towel, so she just asked from a distance out of instinctive shyness. .

"Ah it's okay."

Futaba Makoto just replied vaguely, the picture in front of him was filled with water vapor, and his consciousness was also eroded by the squirming force.

I don't know how long it took, but Makoto Futaba and his party finally came out of the bathroom.

"Is it comfortable to wash?"

When the old man sitting at the front desk saw Shuangye Cheng and the others coming out, he asked lazily, "You didn't do anything strange, did you?"

"Uh, is there any milk here?" Makoto Futaba asked with a smile, then looked at the freezer next to him.

"Only in cardboard boxes."

"Hey - they want to drink bottled milk." Before Futaba Makoto could speak, Yuko and the others showed a regretful expression, "It's best to have a bottle of milk in one breath after taking a bath."

"No, it's sold out, do you want it?" the old man asked.

"All right……"

After taking a bottle of oolong tea, Shuangye Cheng glanced at the morning Nana and the others behind him, and found that every girl's skin was glowing after taking a bath, especially a black-haired girl, whose cold face seemed to be glowing Oily.

"Aren't you too tired recently?" Seeing this, Makoto Futaba rubbed his waist.

Just at this moment, the phone rang.

Makoto Futaba glanced at it and found that it was an unfamiliar phone number.

"This is Futaba."

After getting on the phone, Makoto Futaba asked casually, "Who are you?"

"Hello, Mr. Futaba, my name is Matsumoto, I'm the manager of Miss Sakurajima Aina, is it convenient to talk a little bit?" There was such a voice on the other end of the phone.

Makoto Futaba was a little surprised, but still said: "Hello, are you talking about the cooperation with Miss Sakurajima? I have already told my friends what I mean, and I am not very interested."

"If possible, can we meet for a detailed discussion?" On the other end of the phone, he seemed a little unwilling to give up.

Makoto Futaba originally wanted to refuse, but he saw Yuko and the others' bright eyes, as if confirming something.

"...Is it convenient now?" After hesitating, Futaba Makoto said.

"Of course! I'll send the address later."

……

After hanging up the phone, Yuko was the first to speak, with a small face that couldn't hide her excitement: "Brother Acheng, is it true, the matter of your cooperation with that Aina sauce!"

"If it weren't for the V50's liar, then it's probably true, after all, it's what Xiao Ke said."

"Wow."

But at this time, Yuko still looked unbelievable. After all, such a big idol was too far away from them.

"Brother, get me an autograph, I like Aicai very much!"

"I'll take a look." It shouldn't be difficult to get an autograph, but Makoto Futaba didn't know what the other party was looking for him.

At this time, the address was also sent over, and after a look at Shuangye Cheng, he planned to go check the situation first.