I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Oh, how did the subway manual dropped, where did it go..."

Because of the beautiful back curve of the woman, she suffered a strong visual impact. Sosuke Araki’s subway brochure "accidentally" slipped to the ground.

He squatted down at high speed with dilated nostrils and flushed face, but his sharp eyes involuntarily moved from bottom to top, towards the bottom of the skirt somewhere...

"Hey, hey, this is a foul..."

Squatting on the ground, Sosuke Araki skillfully blocked the nosebleed that was about to flow out of his nostrils with his fingers, and stretched the limit of the person with surprise and joy.

"Never mind the vacuum, it's still white..."

Could it be said that this is the legendary subway exhibitionist, it is too...

"Ahem..."

Reluctantly picking up the subway manual, clenching his fist to cover his mouth and coughing, Araki Sosuke's entire painting style suddenly changed, full of tough lines and deep shadows.

The muscles on his body are swollen, and even the fitted suit is almost uncontrollable. It embodies the powerful dark energy that is the essence of lifelong Wing Chun cultivation, and it is in madness in accordance with the law of Beichen One Sword Flow and Star Eye. The whole body surging up and down.

As Araki Sosuke stepped forward, the tsunami-like dark energy spread silently, squeezing several office workers who passed by without a trace, and even stunned on the handrail...

He finally came behind the woman.

Looking at the miniskirt close at hand and the dazzling white and tender existence below, Sosuke Araki, who pretended to be checking the subway manual and showing only his eyes, fell into a crossroads in his life.

In my mind, there seemed to be different voices from angels and demons, fighting between heaven and man.

"Wearing such a short skirt on the subway and going into battle in a vacuum on purpose, I must be expecting something to happen. I am Sosuke Araki (male, 23 years old) always helpful. How can I disappoint her..."

"No, Araki Sosuke, you are a man who is about to become a spirit remover, how can you be so ridiculous..."

"Bah..."

At the same time, as the subway arrived at the station, the presence of straight, round, white tenderness in front of him, under the sudden brake of the carriage, swayed slightly like jelly, completely shattering somebody's only remaining sanity.

"what……"

Sosuke Araki used the subway manual to cover his flushing complexion, flushed with a flush on his left hand, and began to exhale frantically, warming up, but also brewing courage.

Regardless, let me respond to your lonely invitation with this warm hand that has been tempered for many years and is enough to make a fire on its own!

"Buzzing..."

At the same time, a violent vibration sounded quietly in the noisy subway.

"Um?"

Araki Sosuke, with five keen senses, cast his eyes slightly, and suddenly Petrochemical was on the spot...

A twisting purple translucent crystal rod-like object with uneven particles was handing it from the back to the bottom of the miniskirt in front of him.

After being invaded by an unknown object, the woman trembled slightly, but she was still suppressed and did not make a sound.

Because the subway was too crowded, the passengers on the side didn't seem to notice this scene, just staring intently at the window or their mobile phones.

"This... wait... my hand, obviously still here..."

"No, I didn't carry such expensive and insincere props at all!!"

Seeing this abrupt and fragrant scene in front of him, Sosuke Araki's head was sweaty, his sluggish eyes moved along that "expensive item", and then he became extremely vicious.

Because the one who secretly handed out the "insincere" prop to the woman was beside him, a middle-aged greasy Mediterranean uncle who was holding a newspaper under cover, wearing glasses, and a blushing and cheerful expression hidden under his stupid expression!

To do such an unforgivable thing in a sacred public place like the subway, the female-only car was born by someone like you!

It is tolerable, which is unbearable!

"Snapped."

Before he could react, the uncle's hand holding the vibrating prop was already caught by the big, scorching hands like iron tongs.

"boom!!!"

A happy blush still remains on his face. The nosebleeds and half of the front teeth of the Mediterranean uncle have already been waved inadvertently by Sosuke Araki pretending to be, flying with the wind with the bombardment of his strong elbow...

Secret Skill · Gentleman's Tomahawk Elbow Strike.

"You...what are you doing... the bridge of my nose, my teeth..."

After screaming, the Mediterranean uncle covered his mouth, straightened the deformed glasses, and looked at him with some panic.

In the already quiet carriage, the surrounding passengers, after seeing the dignified face of Araki Sosuke, the "extreme brother", all remained silent, casting fearful and curious eyes.

"I said, Mediterranean, you are a tens of years old anyway, and you are so shameless that you do this kind of idiot behavior on the subway..."

Feeling the "respected" eyes around him, Araki Zongsuke raised his chin, with a face of righteousness, and raised the hand of the uncle who was still holding the irregularly vibrating transparent massage equipment.

In the quiet carriage, there was only the sound of everyone taking a breath, and the sound of "buzzing" equipment vibrations.

"What are you talking about? It's inexplicable. This is just a prop for me to massage my cervical spine. Office workers will have this kind of occupational disease. It is normal to press a button on the tram... Yes, yes, I want to sue you for deliberate injury. people……"

『Furthermore, he used the rude name of the Mediterranean Sea to me...』

"Is your cervical spine massage equipment in this shape, or is it purple and transparent with particles?" ! 』

The uncle who was "publicly executed" by him but was unable to leave because of his tie, palely argued.

"Accussion?!"

Sosuke Araki glanced at the woman who was still facing her back, and pretending to be handsome, he pulled the uncle Mediterranean in front of him, and used that fierce right eye to show "eye pressure" to the opponent, saying word by word "I, Sosuke Araki, a male (23 years old), former Shibujing master kendo club chief, will never indulge you, the Mediterranean uncle, and openly use this kind of insincere props to girls who are jelly white and tender..."

"Girls? Where are the girls? Is this a new popular claim?"

"Could it be that uncle used to do strange things like'massage' to him, right?"

"The world is getting worse, now that boys can't feel at ease when they go out and take the subway?"

Hearing his declaration, the surrounding passengers talked a lot, casting indescribable glances at the two.

"Huh? It's the girl next to us...Hey, you can say something..."

Hearing the surrounding discussion, Araki Zongjie palely cast a glance at the woman not far away.

From beginning to end, the "participant" did not turn around, but stood there as if it had nothing to do with him.

When Japanese women encounter such things, they often choose to remain silent due to the traditional concept of "being more ashamed to be public".

However, it's all up to this point, so I have to help prove it anyway.

and many more……

A terrible conjecture flooded into Sosuke Araki's mind.

Difficult, could it be that the two of them were actually together, deliberately playing this exciting and evil game on the subway, and they were accidentally exposed by themselves...

"Can see her...hey, so you guys are not ordinary people..."

Seeing Araki Sosuke's reaction, he was like a weak chicken in front of him, the uncle Mediterranean who was strangled by his tie and was dying, but he showed a sorrowful smile.

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