Free Web NovelThe two looked at the man standing beside them.
His messy hair and unkempt attire bore an artistic air.
"Haha, sorry, the scene just now was incredibly beautiful, filled with the scent of young love, I couldn't help myself. This photo is for you two as an apology."
The man wore a cheerful smile, handing over the photo he had taken.
Natsuka Yanagimachi glanced at the photo, only then realizing how ambiguous their posture was at the time.
The girl clung to the boy like a willow in the wind, pressing tightly against him, even her chest was pressed against him.
The feeling of firm chest muscles seemed to transmit through the photo to Natsuka Yanagimachi's own chest.
Her face flushed red, her legs instantaneously filled with strength, she withdrew from Aozawa's embrace, her right hand instinctively tidying her messy bangs, "I'll forgive you this time.
Next time, don't just take photos of people randomly.
Uncle!"
She said, snatched the photo without any intention of giving it to Aozawa, and marched toward the next attraction, "Alright, next is the Ferris wheel, ah, no, let's eat takoyaki first!"
Natsuka Yanagimachi shouted, trying to cover up her earlier embarrassment with such displays.
The photographer looked aggrieved, "I'm only twenty years old..."
What a character!
Aozawa looked at his forty-something appearance and became more convinced that he was a student of the arts.
Without offering comfort, he continued to chase after Natsuka Yanagimachi, exploring all the attractions at Tokyo Dome City amusement park.
...
As the day concluded, the sunset resembled fire.
Natsuka Yanagimachi stepped out of Ayase Station, surprised at how fast time had passed.
Yet she didn't propose going anywhere else.
Afraid of going home too late and getting a scolding from her parents, she quickly bid farewell to Aozawa and ran out of the station.
Aiming to go home early to share her day's experiences with Hojo Shouko, she thought the day was fun, although the extent of the success was unclear.
She hoped there would be some.
The thoughts lingered.
Aozawa also walked home, not forgetting to take out his phone and send a message to Hojo Shouko.
"Shouko, not great, it's better not to let me go out alone with Natsuka anymore.
I feel like I'm developing feelings for her."
After a pause, he saw the message was read and quickly typed a new message with impressive speed.
"From now on, you should directly deliver lunch to me so I have fewer opportunities to meet Natsuka.
This kind of budding can't happen."
Looking at this message, Hojo Shouko silently deleted her prior message.
She never thought that usually careless Natsuka would play so perfectly today.
By fully utilizing the strategy provided by Aozawa-senpai, she captured his heart.
But if Aozawa-senpai rejected Natsuka because of her, wouldn't it all be for nothing?
Yet, she couldn't reveal that she intentionally pushed things forward with Aozawa-senpai.
There's a big difference between natural and intentional.
Hojo Shouko quickly typed out, "Aozawa-senpai, it's okay, I trust you can make Natsuka happy.
Tomorrow, I'll test Natsuka's attitude to see if she has feelings for you."
"That's not right, she's your friend, how can I do this!"
Hojo Shouko felt a surge of emotion seeing this reply.
Aozawa-senpai really loved her.
But there was no need to mind.
Hojo Shouko replied again, "Aozawa-senpai, for me, nothing is more joyful than seeing you happy.
Moreover, Natsuka and I are good sisters.
I don't mind sharing Aozawa-senpai with her.
I believe Natsuka wouldn't mind either.
Earlier I felt she seemed interested in Aozawa-senpai."
Hojo Shouko tried hard to convince Aozawa to let go of his inner conflict, "With Natsuka's character, if she met a bad man, her whole life would be ruined.
Entrusting her to you, I feel more at ease!"
"..."
"Aozawa-senpai, please make Natsuka happy!"
"Since you say so, I'll try tomorrow, but if Natsuka isn't interested, don't force it."
Aozawa added.
Hojo Shouko couldn't help but smile, as if Natsuka could ever be uninterested.
But she didn't say that, agreeing with Aozawa's words, and inquired about the amusement park activities.
She was curious about how Natsuka managed to win over Aozawa-senpai and where exactly Aozawa-senpai's heart was captured.
All the way chatted to the door.
Aozawa ended the chat with Hojo Shouko, and pushed the door open.
The chill of the air conditioning instantly greeted him, and there stood a Vampire Countess in the entryway.
Arms crossed, a black cape covered her voluptuously slender figure.
The raised collar revealed a blood-red interior.
Morimoto Chiyoda's classical beauty was accentuated by Halloween makeup, with two blood tears drawn down from the corners of her eyes, complemented by heavy smoky eyeshadow, fangs exposed, "How is it?"
"This kind of female vampire, I'd be willing to be drained, just hope the bite is lower down."
Aozawa replied with a grin.
Morimoto Chiyoda rolled her eyes at him, saying, "Hurry up and change, don't keep Iroha waiting."
"Alright."
Aozawa replied with a smile.
...
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The bustling boomed down Shibuya's streets.
Thanks to Kochou Cabinet's strong emphasis, this Halloween became Shibuya's largest crowd ever.
The Metropolitan Police Department mobilized fully to maintain security on-site and prevent riots.
Aozawa stepped out of Shibuya Station, feeling the chaos of monsters dancing before him.
People dressed in various bizarre costumes appeared in Shibuya, including foreign tourists and locals.
Foreign tourists definitely came for the Halloween reputation.
Local tourists not necessarily so.
More likely for the conveniently located trash cans on the streets.
For some countries, such a scene isn't a rarity.
But for residents of Tokyo 23 District, when have they seen so many densely packed trash cans?
It's a miracle unique to Halloween.
No longer needing to secretly toss litter carelessly like usual.
All trash can return to the rightful bins.
"Wow, it's so lively!"
Ayatsuki Ayaka shouted in a roaring tone.
Tonight, she dressed as a witch, wearing a tall hat, with a slender magic wand in her right hand, thicker than Aozawa's.
Her witch's long dress mixed black and purple hues, with a puffy cake-like skirt, like a witch from an anime come to life.
Unlike a little witch, she was evidently a great witch.
Tama Chan was dressed as a werewolf girl, wearing silver wolf ears.
Takahashi Saeko dressed as a succubus, complete with a heart-shaped tail.
Miyahara Kaoru was dressed as a corpse, with a hat that appeared as an axe stuck in her head, complete with blood, looking lifelike.
The tattered clothes were in strips, revealing fair skin underneath, giving a feeling that made one want to turn into a bully and tease her.
They gathered together.
Aozawa was the only male.
Attracting a lot of envious glances around.
After all, Takahashi Saeko and Tama Chan had boyfriends, but never introduced them to Miyahara Kaoru or Ayatsuki Ayaka.
In their view, those boyfriends might break up soon anyway, no need to introduce them to their girlfriends.
"The scene is overly lively."
Miyahara Kaoru sighed.
The streets were filled with people, lively as it was, but inconvenient for movement.
Taking a few steps forward felt like queuing outside a restaurant.
People ahead wouldn't move, and those behind didn't want to push forward.
Noisy sounds surged from all directions.
"Kaoru, that's the fun of festivals."
Ayatsuki Ayaka replied playfully, then turned her head to ask, "Sister Chitose, which side do you want?"
"Doesn't matter, you choose first."
Morimoto Chiyoda replied with a smile, her eyes and voice carrying a hint of indulgence.
Being invited to join in Halloween, she was secretly delighted, though she didn't show it.
Iroha was indeed a considerate little sister.
Ayatsuki Ayaka moved forward and hugged Aozawa's left arm.
Morimoto Chiyoda naturally hugged his right arm.
The pressure came from both sides.
When asked about Aozawa's feelings, it was that the more, the merrier.
