I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

Just when "Akaki-san" walked behind Araki Sosuke magnificently, Araki Sosuke happened to stand up and took the tub and poured it down from the top.

The whole body foam immediately dissipated along the water, exposing his inverted triangle back muscles and eight pack abs.

"Hmm? Is something wrong?"

Turning his head to see the man behind him, Araki habitually raised his nostrils, nose bridge and brows to squeeze together, putting on a classic stinky face of a bad boy.

If on weekdays, a little ghost dared to show himself this "seeking death" expression, "Aka Mu Sang" would have smashed the basin on the opponent's face long ago.

But now, "Akaki-san" smiled flatteringly, pouring the water in the basin onto Sosuke Araki's broad chest.

"No... it's okay... yes... by the way, just because you see too much foam on your body, little brother, let me help you..."

The other two people in the distance also looked at Sosuke Araki with horror in their eyes at this moment.

It was not Araki's 8% body fat rate that shocked the three of them, which is comparable to the strong physique of a fitness expert.

It was a black glaring Bodhisattva tattoo covering his entire back to buttocks.

The tattooed Bodhisattva stared with anger, holding a Zen stick and sitting cross-legged on a skull lotus platform, with a hideous and terrifying face.

Except for the Bodhisattva picture on his back, Araki Sosuke's body is covered with black, unknown runes except for his hands and feet.

When he was sent to the orphanage in his infancy, 90% of his body's skin was already occupied by these tattoos.

This is why he always wears long clothes and long sleeves as much as possible since he was a child, and the bath always closes before going out.

Even so, he is still often misunderstood as a bad boy until he finally gets used to breaking the jar.

"Oh? Thank you so much. I can't get my back wet when I take a shower. I'm very distressed."

Araki Sosuke, who was not surprised at the expressions of the three of them, naturally wouldn't care.

As a result, the originally awe-inspiring "Akki Sang", after pouring the water for Sosuke Araki obediently, hurriedly washed and took the other two to retreat.

Japan’s Jidao groups have strict levels of tattooing for their members.

Most of the people who can get this tattoo are the core members of the various organizations, and it is not their kind that can offend them.

"Yeah~ comfortable."

After cleaning his body, Sosuke Araki jumped into the bath and soaked.

The hot hot water and rising steam refreshed every pore of him, and wiped away the fatigue of the whole day.

After closing his eyes for a while, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

It was an uncomfortable feeling locked in by someone's cold gaze.

Araki Sosuke opened his eyes and looked around subconsciously.

He was the only person in the bathhouse late at night.

You can even hear the sound of a needle falling to the ground.

"Is it too tired today..."

After confirming that it was an illusion, he closed his eyes again.

After a while, the cold gaze came again.

Sure enough, there is still something wrong.

Araki Sosuke opened his eyes again and carefully checked every inch of his surroundings where Tibetans might be.

"Thinking too much?"

Suddenly, he swept to a mirror in the shower area in the distance.

In the mirror, directly behind him, about one meter away, there was a vague figure, squatting motionless in the water.

But when he was looking in the mirror, there was no one there again.

Could it be...

Araki Sosuke stepped back a few steps, suddenly jumped out of the water, and reached out to grab the direction that Yuguang had confirmed before.

Sure enough, nothing was caught...

wrong!

He stretched out his hand and plunged into the water.

I immediately felt that I caught some greasy round object.

At the same time, the eyes of the Bodhisattva on Zongsuke Araki's back moved slightly, as if coming to life, glaring at there.

A trace of black air rushed into the tattoo along his arm and disappeared.

A middle-aged bald uncle who can be seen everywhere in the street, smiled and raised his head from the water, his hands still in front of him.

Araki Sosuke's hand was grasping on the uncle's Mediterranean Sea.

A trace of black air ran along the top of the uncle's head and quietly entered his body.

"Uncle, are you a ninja? Please don't make such a joke in the middle of the night, and scare you to death..."

This uncle, probably took a bath here from the beginning.

He must have deliberately dived into the water when he turned his head to look.

When he looked away, he appeared again.

This kind of nasty joke of middle-aged people...

"Today's water temperature is just right, thank you."

Perhaps because of the longer soaking, the uncle's face was full of red light and his expression was serene, as if exuding bright white light.

"It's inexplicable, I'm so scared by you that I'm out of interest... I'm leaving now, Ogissan, you soak slowly..."

Araki Sosuke, whose mood was ruined, didn't even plan to steam in the sauna, got up and walked out of the bathhouse.

"Your kid has finally come out after taking so long, making me wait all the time. Old man, I'm going to close and get off work."

"Huh, the uncle inside has been soaking longer."

Following the complaint from the owner of the money soup, Sosuke Araki bought a bottle of iced milk and left with the clothes.

"You are the last one, where are there others..."

While muttering, the boss began to close the door.

In the bathhouse, the figure in the water folded his hands together, and the white mist that had risen with the transpiration gradually dissipated.

...

Humming a little tune of unknown meaning and drinking iced milk, Sosuke Araki returned to the door of the apartment.

At the entrance of the dim apartment, a tall and long-haired woman caught his attention.

Under the red coat, the hem of the snow-white skirt moved slightly with the wind, revealing the luster and delicate thighs.

Sosuke Araki drank milk and scanned the woman cautiously.

Secret skills, the eye of the void.

After the secret technique was activated, he silently got a string of numbers in his heart.

168-87-60-86.

When he came closer, he found with a slight pity that the woman was wearing a mask on her face and she couldn't see her face.

In April, it is normal to wear a mask because of "hay fever".

About 5 Japanese, 2 of them are hay fever patients, which can be called a Japanese national disease.

Above the white mask, those big eyes with delicate eyelashes were also quietly looking at Sosuke Araki.

With eyes meeting, Araki Sosuke only felt that the heart in his chest was accelerating.

Didn't look away from me, did she treat me...

"Good evening, my next person is the newly moved 102-room Araki Sosuke, who graduated from Shibuya University of Economics, and is currently considering recruitment invitations from several large entertainment companies...Are you also a resident here?"

When he stepped closer, Araki Sosuke immediately greeted him with a "social elite" posture.

Under the dim light, the skin on the woman's face appeared paler.

"Am I pretty?"

The woman wearing the mask did not bow in return like ordinary people, but asked abruptly in a hoarse and magnetic voice.

"Could it be..." Hearing the other party's words, Araki Sosuke took a nervous breath, and his brain revolved at high speed.

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