I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Wait, you stout thing, is it..."

The quiet poolside of Yoshihara Park, surrounded by a large number of white light spots, is turning into a white dragon, slowly pouring in towards something big on the waist of Araki Sosuke.

"...The grudge?!"

Seeing this scene where the stars are scattered and the Milky Way converges, Niya stared at the dilapidated bucket bag that looked like a black hole.

Able to absorb the fragments left after the soul returned to the Lord, there should be some kind of powerful "resentment" sealed in it.

Perhaps, this thing is why Sosuke Araki can easily solve that weird phone booth?

Thinking of Siena, known as the "Arsenal of the Holy Light", who was able to endure side effects with a strong body and dared to use multiple grievances at the same time, she was relieved.

"So, are you planning to talk to me about cashing out the bonus..."

After returning to his senses, what appeared in Niya's eyes was the teasing and itchy face of Sosuke Araki.

"...Telephone fraud assistant, Miss Sakurada Nini?"

"Asshole!!! All said, just now there was a reason..."

"No matter how much, you have to forget everything just now like you wake up the next day after being drugged..."

Niya's forehead blue veins violently, like a cat with hair standing all over, staring at the Damn it man with fierce eyes.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!"

A weak, muffled cry attracted the attention of the two.

Originally, Moto Oida, who had fainted on the ground with a black ball of unidentified cloth stuffed in his mouth, woke up at some point, while struggling like a caterpillar, looked at the two for help.

"Oi-kun, what's wrong with you, cheer up!!!"

Araki Sosuke strode forward and pulled out the unknown object stuffed in the opponent's mouth.

"What is this stuff, it smells!"

"Oh ah ah ah..."

In the darkness and silence of Yoshihara Park, Moto Oida's grievances and heart-wrenching vomiting sounded.

"Oh, I vomited a lot...Which resentful spirit is so wicked, attacking you with this strange thing..."

A sour smell unique to vomit spreads...

"Just...just...I blame the resentful spirits, it's too Damn it..."

Looking at Sosuke Araki, who was slapped on the back of Moto Oida who was vomiting, and the "old poisonous socks" that hadn't been identified, Niya turned her head and echoed, with a guilty smile on her face.

"... But it's great to survive."

She looked around with emotion, the soul dust of the big canopy had been dispersed, and only the thin mist and dark vegetation came into view.

In the early morning, Yoshihara Park returned to its usual quiet appearance.

No one would have thought that there was a terrible phone booth that silently swallowed human lives.

...

"Um...aha...Abe-kun...how..."

In the main hall of Yoshiwara Shrine, women's whispers full of magnetism and fascinating reverie sounded from time to time.

"Uh...then, what about..."

Between the people lying neatly in a row and the black-clothed man who was tightly tied with ropes and tighter than rice dumplings, Abeji Temple with double knives at his waist was sitting cross-legged.

He sat there with no expression on his face and meticulously, and a seductive woman with disheveled clothes was reflected in his deep and indifferent eyes like the sea.

"How about, Abe-kun..."

Sitting not far from Abe Temple was Kato Junko, who was full of pink Buddha's light.

"Imagine that this piece of clothing was worn on you not long ago..."

At this moment, she is still wearing the large black kimono of Abe Temple, sings in a low voice, and her hands are hidden in the robe...

Climb mountains and ridges on the looming ups and downs.

The rich body fragrance, accompanied by the pink Buddha light, bloomed from her body from time to time, spreading towards the surroundings.

"Huh, although the live SOLO session is more complete and more dangerous than the five senses on TV..."

Facing the spring scenery that constantly "flashed" in front of her eyes, Kato Junko, who fully released her feminine charm, hummed unmovedly.

"I admit your strength! But, if it's only this level, I will never lose in this competition..."

The blue spiritual power kept surging around him, isolating the pink Buddha light that was rushing towards his face, and dutifully insisting on the state of "the sword heart is transparent and nothing".

"...The only person who is qualified to challenge Araki Sosuke tonight is Abe Temple!"

However, the fine beads of sweat quietly leaching on his forehead proved that he was not as relaxed as he said.

"Hehe... It's useless to have a hard mouth..."

Kato Junko sucked her jade finger deeply and smiled purely.

"Your Jianxin seems to be able to temporarily isolate the seven emotions and six desires... and, you have always done this..."

With her other hand, she quietly stretched out her neckline...

"But you have to know that the longer you suppress the desire to be born in your heart, when it erupts, it will destroy everything like the eruption of Mount Fuji!"

The black kimono that belonged to Abe Temple slid down along the silky slender shoulders...

"this……"

Suddenly, the fog and lava erupted from the peak of Mt.

"Good job..."

Being greeted by this cunning rabbit out of the cage, the magnificent scene "raid", Abe Temple was not afraid of danger, and the brows were slightly wrinkled, and his mind was calmed down.

"Abe-kun, you are very good, you have let me see another state of'desireless'..."

"Although it's very unexpected, I have to admit that discussing with you is of great help to perfecting my "world of desirelessness." "

Seeing that the other party's reaction was much calmer than she expected, Junko Kato's hands danced back and forth...

Set off waves of white greasy waves, rippling in the other side's heart.

"You are also very strong. I have just realized the'Sword Heart Brightness', and now I have a new insight..."

Abe Temple also gave no hesitation in approving the opponent in front of him.

In the beautiful atmosphere, the two moved and remained silent, and there was a sense of sympathy.

No one would believe that in this sacred and solemn Yoshihara Shrine, no one would believe that in the dead of night, lonely men and women, they are not playing any curious game, but a contest of dignity and "Tao".

After someone left, the two of them tacitly began this "unsatisfactory challenge" about "Araki Sosuke's challenge right."

"It seems that we have to show some real skills... Otherwise, when Araki-kun and the people from the Spirit Slayers Association come over, it will be too late to tell the winner."

"Hmph, I have the same intention here!"

Seeing that the scene is deadlocked, Junko Kato shakes the clouds and sees the fog.

With the other hand quietly crossed the hills, stepped across the plains, deep into the basin...

"Be careful, Abe-kun... just now, it was just a warm-up... oh..."

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