Chapter 59 The adult world is complicated, and emotions are even more so
I think the only one who can say he is so happy even though he is being abused at home is Dazai Osamu.
She couldn't really beat him up, and there was absolutely no way she could do anything about him. Kotori Hayana looked at Izumi Kyoka and asked, trying to change the subject: "Kyoka, are you doing okay at the detective agency?"
"That's great. Everyone is very nice to me." Izumi Kyoka pulled Nakajima Atsushi's sleeve. "Now he and I live in the same dormitory."
Kotori Hayana was silent for a moment, then asked, "Who arranged this?"
Who's so bold? If Sister Hongye finds out, she'll have the Golden Yaksha slice that person into pieces.
Nakajima Atsushi looked at Dazai Osamu.
Izumi Kyoka looked at Dazai Osamu.
Hayana Takanashi looked at Dazai Osamu: "You?"
She was surprised!
In her impression, Dazai was not the kind of person who could make such a decision. There must be a special reason.
Being stared at by three people, Dazai Osamu was not at all flustered: "I can explain it."
"Forget it, you should explain it to Sister Hongye." Dazai always has his reasons for doing things. From her position, she shouldn't pay too much attention to it, let alone make suggestions.
"I knew Hayana was the best~"
"Don't hug me so suddenly."
Looking at the two people sticking together with pink bubbles, Nakajima Atsushi had a look of fullness on his face. After exchanging a few words, with Dazai Osamu smiling and waving at them, he stopped acting as a light bulb and pulled Izumi Kyoka into the supermarket.
"I'm hungry. Let's pay the bill and go home quickly." Hayana Takanashi looked at Dazai who was holding her.
He received a kiss from the other person who bent down and leaned close to the corner of his lips.
It was quick and light, just a light touch of lips, and it was gone before I could feel it.
When they first start a relationship, they are always very sticky. They want to go shopping together in the supermarket, hold hands when walking on the street, and even want to sync their steps. They will make a joke after every two sentences, which makes people blush and their heart beat fast with thought.
In this regard, Hayana Takanashi is definitely no match for Osamu Dazai.
If it was Nakahara Chuuya, she would definitely be able to suppress him, because he was as innocent as could be and would not say anything with ambiguous meaning in public.
She was always brave enough to make him shut up after getting angry, and her cheeks turned red.
But unfortunately, the person he is facing now is Dazai Osamu.
We had dinner at Hayana Kotori's residence.
The beef curry poured over steaming rice is particularly stimulating to the taste buds.
Walking to the dining table, picking up a spoon and eating it, Hayana Kotori narrowed her eyes in satisfaction: "Wow~ It's so delicious! I feel alive again."
It's really unbelievable to eat dinner as a midnight snack.
She was already very hungry when she arrived home. Dazai was still clinging to her at the entrance and wouldn't let her go, saying something like, "Since you have so much energy, it would be a waste if you don't make full use of it."
A lot more words were said afterwards.
"You can be on top if you want~"
"You said you wanted to see me cry, right? If you try harder, maybe you can see it."
"...your waist...can't you bear the slightest touch?"
The ambiguous gasps mixed with words and the rustling of fabrics magnified all the senses infinitely, especially when they were invisible.
"I told you not to use bandages... Ugh!"
"If you don't, you'll feel like something's missing when you think back on it afterward."
"It's too tight! Bastard... I cursed you!"
"I should have said the first sentence."
"Please use more of those soft words. Swearing like this is like being spoiled... I really like hearing it."
Trapped in the soft quilt, it was as if I were trapped in cotton, unable to struggle. I was sprayed with hot, dense kisses, and my body felt like it was electrified. The hand I stretched out was grasped by an even bigger hand, and the ten fingers were intertwined and pressed against the soft fabric.
I couldn't struggle anymore. My brain was like stirred ice cream, a dizzy and sweet color.
What I feel now is even clearer. Without the influence of alcohol, I am sober enough to feel every little detail, hear the eager breathing, and meet the gaze of the person leaning next to my ear with just a slight tilt of my head. The color in those iris-colored eyes is about to overflow, more beautiful than usual, a gorgeous color as moist and translucent as a gem.
"Are you crying?"
My eyes are so moist, as if they have been washed with water.
Her hand moved up along his fair cheek, her fingertips caressing the corners of his eyes, catching the sweat dripping from his forehead.
His breathing was heavier than usual, the kind you could call the wheezing after an all-out run. Dazai narrowed his eyes and explained in a hoarse voice, "It feels so good."
"Where's Hayasana?"
"...No...that's it...Huh? No! I mean, just like you...I'm the same...Ugh!"
"What a wicked guy with a strong desire to win!"
"It's me who's injured. My shoulder is scratched."
Hayana Takanashi couldn't figure out whether the desire to win was really that important in such matters.
The feeling of the first time is definitely different from the second time.
The feeling of being drunk is also different from that of not being drunk.
Everyone feels differently.
And so on, every time is a different feeling, what is there to compare?
In the end, she attributed it to men's inexplicable desire to win.
It's very troublesome when this kind of thought comes to mind.
As she lay on the bed to catch her breath, she stared at the bright ceiling, still wondering whether she should let Dazai help her bathe.
I still want it.
If you bring it up, he'll definitely be happy.
It can be seen that Dazai Osamu was in a good mood tonight. He was busy in the kitchen humming the tune of "Suicide", and he did not forget to bring a plate of freshly washed strawberries to Hayana Takanashi who was sitting on the sofa watching TV.
The dinner was also the dishes she ordered.
The whole residence is filled with a warm and lively atmosphere.
…
"What? Hayana talks like she's just been tortured." Dazai Osamu on the opposite side smiled, looking very satisfied and wanting to get something more.
Kotori Hayana thought for a moment and said, "Sweet torture."
“It would be better if you knew when to stop.”
"Then it's just torture." Dazai Osamu said with a smile: "I always feel that Hayana is particularly beautiful in this state."
"Huh? Am I not usually pretty?!"
"It's different. This kind of beauty is like a beautiful treasure that wants to be hidden away, suitable only for private enjoyment."
"You're actually thinking about the little dark room? Your physical skills aren't good enough."
"Since the target is me, can you cooperate?"
"Well, let's try it next time." Hayana Takanashi also wanted to try this new type of stimulation.
Dazai Osamu was eager to try: "Saana must pretend to be scared when the time comes. That's where the fun lies."
"Then remember to be a bit cold and ruthless. Um... that look you had when you were in the Port Mafia is best."
"That kind..." Dazai Osamu thought about it, holding his chin with one hand, and his clear eyes immediately became dark and gloomy, making him look extremely cold, with eyes that looked down at ants without any extra emotions.
I haven't seen Dazai like this in a long time.
Hayana Kotori couldn't help but reach out, touching his cheek with her fingertips, then pinching it: "I feel like this is your true nature."
There is no such thing as kindness, no such thing as black or white, there is only indifference, a look of detachment and condescension.
Even if there is warmth, it is only for specific existences.
Dazai Osamu was definitely not a gentle person who would treat everyone gently.
"My true nature has always been revealed to Hayana." Dazai Osamu held the hand that was pinching his cheek and nuzzled it, "My weaknesses were revealed to you, too."
But the opportunity to return to my previous life is definitely not now.
After the plan was completed, Hayana finally had no worries.
That was the time when true happiness began.
He joked, "Do you want to experience this look?"
"She speaks simply and directly, acts gloomily, acts coquettishly with a cold face, and if she calls me "sister," do you want to hear her?"
"I do." Faced with the temptation, Hayana Kotori blushed silently, directly expressing that her mind wanted it but her body couldn't: "But please spare me."
He had only rested for a short while, was his stamina endless?
It is simply an existence that cannot be squeezed out!
“But we bought a lot.”
"Use it slowly."
"No, that's impossible. Technology is evolving at a breakneck pace these days, with new flavors and styles appearing every day. If you use it slowly, you'll fall behind the times."
"..." Hayana Kotori helplessly said: "It will be used eventually if I leave it alone."
Anyway, she can't do it today!
It was the first time I was sober and lying in bed with someone.
Listening to the even and gentle breathing beside her, it was rare that Hayana Takanashi couldn't sleep.
When it’s late at night and you can’t sleep, you tend to have random thoughts.
Before she had time to think, Dazai's arm passed under her waist and held her in his arms tightly.
"Can't sleep?" He said in a hoarse voice.
Pressing against his chest, she could hear his heartbeat, feel the rise and fall of his chest, and the slight vibration of his chest when he spoke.
"Asleep."
She raised her hand to ruffle his soft hair and closed her eyes.
…
The Port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency have reached a complete cessation of hostilities.
Nakajima Atsushi is in a safe stage. At least there is no intervention from the port mafia in Yokohama. The other small forces are simply not worth mentioning compared to his special abilities.
Izumi Kyoka stayed at the Armed Detective Agency, and because of this, Sister Momiji showed an expression that made it hard to tell whether she was happy or crying.
Standing next to her, Hayana Kotori commented: "She's a qualified mother."
"Where's Chuuya?" Ozaki Kouyo felt the recent changes in the people around her.
Not only her, but Chuuya has changed a lot recently.
This subtle change could not be ignored by Ozaki Kouye, and it also attracted the attention of the leader, who asked her, who was also a woman and more convenient to speak, to ask questions.
Hayana Kotori looked at her and said calmly, "He went to buy a gift. He will come to my house to visit my mom and grandpa this week."
"Has it been confirmed?"
"I guess so."
Life is so long, and most of the time we are unhappy.
When she was in the Port Mafia, she always faced loss.
It's not just her, Dazai and Chuuya are always losing along the way.
They become more mature day by day, and what they lose is always increasing. In contrast, the smiles on their faces gradually become false.
If that's the case, why continue to push it away?
Since we can't go back to the past, we have to seize the present. There are not many moments that can make them laugh from the bottom of their hearts, and they can't be reduced any further.
"The adult world is always complicated, and emotions are even more so," Ozaki Koyo sighed.
Kotori Hayato nodded in agreement: "That's why we need to cherish it even more."
Every minute and every second needs to be felt truly, and you can't continue to hesitate.
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