"Hehehe."
Yurika covered her mouth and giggled. She followed Satoru into the room, kicked off her small leather shoes at the entrance, and then skillfully began to take off her coat. This whole process was professional. "I thought you wouldn't contact me~~~" Yurika blinked.
After all, a 'commodity' with Satoru's looks is hard to come by in all of Japan, Tokyo.
And she was just a 'round-corner girl' who spent every day on the bed; their identities and statuses didn't match.
In Yurika's opinion, for someone like Satoru, if he wanted women, a large group of girls willing to sleep with him would come just by him beckoning with a finger.
But adhering to the principle of rather making a mistake than letting go, she still secretly slipped him a business card yesterday when they first met.
Heaven has mercy, ah, such a top-tier specimen, let alone getting him into bed, even just smelling him could prolong one's life. Yurika thought to herself.
"Wait a moment."
Satoru made a gesture in the air, telling her not to be so eager.
Yurika wished she could immediately transform into a female general and charge into battle on horseback.
But seeing Satoru's demeanor, she still stopped her movements. If she made him unhappy and missed this opportunity, it wouldn't be worth it.
Yurika blinked:
"Is young master a slow-burner? You understand romance, don't you?"
"Please have a seat first." Satoru said.
Yurika then unceremoniously sat cross-legged on the tatami mat.
Not caring at all if she was exposing herself.
Satoru lowered his gaze and took a look. It wasn't raining outside, so why was it so damp? Was it really that hot?
Satoru pushed his black-rimmed glasses with his middle finger. He was also sitting directly opposite Yurika.
"I would like to ask, are you very familiar with Mr. Mike, who lives next door to me?"
"Yes, he's my new boyfriend." Yurika said nonchalantly.
"I see." Satoru nodded.
Before he could say anything, Yurika immediately interjected, "But you don't have to worry about it. People like him can be broken up with anytime."
"...Has your relationship fractured?" Satoru feigned innocence.
"There was no affection to begin with." Yurika said boredly, "It's just that he gives me money, otherwise who would get a black guy as a boyfriend? Besides..."
Yurika smiled slyly and added, "If I liked him, why would I be here? You know, after you called me, he also called me to ask me to accompany him~~ But I chose you~~"
This was something Satoru hadn't expected.
He nodded.
Yurika winked and said, "But, he's still a boyfriend in name~~ My boyfriend is right next door, oh, will that excite you?"
Satoru did not answer. He smiled and asked:
"It must be very happy to be with Mr. Mike, right?"
"Not at all!" Yurika said listlessly, "He's so ugly, his skin is so dark, his nose is so flat, and his lips are so thick... His only advantage is his strength, but if it's 'just strength,' what's the difference between him and a wild animal? Hahahahahaha, it's very atavistic, like a gorilla."
"What about when you do 'that kind of thing'?" Satoru shyly scratched his face.
"'That kind of thing'?"
Yurika immediately understood. She gave a mischievous smile like an experienced woman: "To be honest, the first time was quite novel, but after that, it was just so-so. Just like his appearance, he only has strength, he doesn't know any techniques at all. As for size... with how developed industry is now, what size can't you experience, right? Just being big, can he be bigger than a mop handle? There's no pleasure at all, none at all."
She waved her hand in disgust: "Things like 'it feels good' were all just lies to him. His endurance is okay, but, little brother~~ you see, I do this kind of work, I've tried it with several people, what good is it if one person is strong? You're right, aren't you? Besides, he smells really bad... He thought spraying perfume would cover up his body odor, but actually, after mixing with perfume, the smell became even more disgusting."
As she spoke, Yurika was like a puppy.
On all fours, she wiggled her butt and crawled towards Satoru.
She was wearing loose clothing, and this posture almost couldn't hide the view of her chest.
But honestly, it was a bit flat.
Satoru didn't even look. Besides, although Yurika commented on Mike like that, her own strong perfume scent wasn't much better.
"Hey, little brother." Yurika whispered softly, "If you want, I can totally say 'you're so much better than him' or 'he can't satisfy me at all' while we're doing it, you know."
Her eyes were filled with strong desire: "And... it would all be from the heart, oh~"
Yurika, as if tempting him, tugged at her collar again.
But Satoru still didn't look at her.
His gaze was fixed on a faintly glowing red dot on the wall. His thin lips curved slightly upwards, revealing a hint of mockery:
"Heh."
"...Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!"
The young man's refreshing smile on the computer screen instantly plunged Mike into a frenzy.
And it was the most pathetic kind: powerless, yet furious.
He wished he could rush over to the apartment opposite right now and twist that little brat's head off!
But this was clearly impossible.
"Ah!"
Mike could only vent his frustration. He punched and shattered the screen of the laptop in front of him.
After a series of crackling electrical sparks, the screen went completely black.
The glass shards stained Mike's fingertips with blood.
That! Bastard! Bitch! Fucking bitch!
Mike clenched his large white teeth tightly, his fists trembling uncontrollably.
Then, Yurika's contemptuous words began to swirl in his mind. He collapsed to the ground, groaning in agony, clutching his head.
Through the black-framed glasses'perspective function, Satoru clearly saw the scene next door.
He pushed up his glasses with satisfaction, while Yurika on the opposite side almost lunged at him, bringing with her the pungent smell of that unpleasant perfume and the scent of powder.
Satoru quickly dodged, and in Yurika's slight confusion, Yurika wiped the corner of her mouth and giggled, "Don't worry, it'll make you feel great~~"
"...Will it really feel great?" Satoru asked.
"Of course, if you don't feel great, you don't pay." Yurika smirked.
"Then give me something that won't feel great," Satoru said.
Yurika: ??
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