Chapter 90, Twentieth Round (9)
After an hour and a half of training, the next part was instruction on the basic process of receiving guests.
Even the angle at which the cocktail is rotated when mixing drinks for guests is carefully considered.
However, the newcomers who survived the selection process were not stupid. They memorized almost everything after one pass, and the second time they were asked to do it themselves.
After passing the initial screening, each person will undergo a detailed image design process.
It's already 11 p.m., and the male escorts and female hostesses have long since finished their makeup and gone to work, leaving enough space for stylists to design looks for the three newcomers.
The stylist in charge of Amuro Tooru is their best. He was already off work, but the manager specially called him back to do Amuro Tooru's hairstyle. You can imagine how much this newcomer is valued.
The stylist was initially uninterested; after seeing so many handsome men and beautiful women over the years, he even considered refusing, since he had the power to do so anyway.
Until he saw the photos sent by the manager.
Stylist: "..."
Stylist: "This photo is photoshopped a bit too much, isn't it?"
Manager: "...Absolutely no editing, not even a beauty filter. The phone even made him look bad in the photo. He looks much better in real life."
Stylist: "I'm coming right now! Don't hand him over to anyone else!!!"
Arriving at the club at breakneck speed, the stylist suddenly opened the door and his eyes lit up when he saw the handsome blond, dark-skinned young man turning around in surprise.
"It really wasn't a lie! Oh my god, am I dreaming? I actually saw this perfect blond, dark-skinned handsome guy in real life, someone who almost only exists in comics..."
He walked in, rambling incoherently, and circled the somewhat uncomfortable blond youth twice and twice more, his eyes growing brighter and brighter, almost burning with a frightening flame.
"How tall?" His gaze swept over every inch of the blond youth's body as if it were a tangible object.
“…1.8 meters tall.” Amuro revealed a slightly frightened expression, and his voice became hesitant.
"No wonder he's mixed-race! So handsome and tall, with a great physique—those broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs are amazing! It's just that his waist seems a little too thin..." The stylist suddenly lifted the hem of his shirt, exclaiming in surprise, "You even have abs?! And such beautiful eight-pack abs!!!"
Toru Amuro: "..."
Amuro blushed and pulled his clothes back: "B-Because I often go to the gym and I also like some ball sports, so..."
"Huh, is she unexpectedly such a gentle, shy, and earnest person?" The stylist withdrew his hand with a hint of regret. "So, he really can't pull off the sexy and dangerous character from the manga?"
Toru Amuro: "..."
Amuro Tooru said helplessly, "I'm sorry, I'm just an ordinary person. If I were really that great, I wouldn't be working here just because I'm short of money."
The stylist said earnestly, "You can treat this as a character you're playing in a movie, and you'll definitely become famous! Trust me, you'll definitely be a huge star!"
Amuro Tooru took a step back: "I'd rather not. I don't have the confidence to completely transform into a different personality."
The stylist looked at the handsome face with a troubled expression, but the person who was obsessed with appearances immediately said that it was fine to just go with the look that the person liked best.
Amuro Tooru breathed a sigh of relief and smiled gently, saying, "I'd like something more ordinary, like the most common gentle type, is that alright?"
The stylist nodded and said it was okay, then turned around and brought out a huge, flamboyant gold fox ear and a gorgeous kimono.
Toru Amuro: "?"
The stylist's eyes lit up: "You should try this! You'll absolutely look amazing in this fox demon costume! You'll instantly attract everyone's attention! You'll be stunning! You'll undoubtedly be the star here!!!"
Amuro Tooru almost showed a look of horror, and hurriedly waved his hand to refuse, his ears turning red as he indicated that he really couldn't handle such a persona.
Seeing that he really couldn't accept it, the stylist could only regretfully put the outfit back, turning back every few steps.
Then he took out a red shirt with a distinct texture and a flamboyant black suit jacket, which was covered with gold metal ornaments and even a gold and red belt with countless crystals.
Toru Amuro: "..."
Amuro Tooru: "Actually, I personally don't like red, or rather, I hate it."
In that instant, he thought of the three close friends from his time at police academy who swaggered in wearing floral shirts and sunglasses during the convenience store robbery.
The stylist glared at him with a look of utter disappointment: "Seriously, you'd definitely pull this off incredibly well. I've never met anyone else who could carry this outfit off like you!"
“You’ll definitely meet someone who suits this outfit in the future.” Amuro Tooru scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “…Sorry, but I’m just starting out. How about we keep it simple? I can change to other styles later when I’m more comfortable?”
The stylist shook his head and sighed: "First impressions are very important, especially your initial persona. It's very difficult to change it later."
Amuro Tooru tilted his head and muttered under his breath, "Actually, I didn't want to become too famous. It just feels so scary. I'll be satisfied as long as I can make some money..."
The stylist, who heard everything, was speechless.
The stylist finally produced a simple white shirt and black suit set with an expression of immense heartache and regret, as if a beloved treasure had been taken away.
A white shirt, black tie, black vest, black suit jacket and trousers, and a pair of brand new leather shoes.
Their materials and techniques are top-notch, comparable to those of celebrities, who earn far more.
Amuro Tooru changed himself and came out to stand in front of him. Surprisingly, he didn't seem awkward or out of place at all. He seemed very natural, and at first glance, one might even suspect that he was a noble young master from some family.
The formal attire did not conceal the blond youth's gentle nature; rather, it accentuated his refined and elegant demeanor. However, the fitted clothing highlighted his physique and height, as well as his handsome, flawless face, giving him a slightly dangerous and intimidating air.
To put it more bluntly, it gives off the vibe of a hypocrite and a scoundrel.
Should we put a pair of wire-rimmed glasses on him?
That makes sense. How could someone who goes through layers of screening and training to become a male escort be just an ordinary, gentle, and shy person?
Suddenly, the stylist stopped feeling heartbroken and rekindled the flame of inspiration, his incredibly bright gaze once again carefully sweeping over the young man in front of him inch by inch.
Then he stepped forward and pulled off the blond youth's suit jacket, leaving him only in a white shirt and black vest, and then rolled up the white shirt on his arm to halfway down his forearm.
The suit is quite fitted, which perfectly showcases Amuro Tooru's figure, which he had previously hidden under a loose T-shirt. Whether it's his perfectly proportioned broad shoulders and narrow waist, his long legs, or the honey-colored arms revealed by the rolled-up sleeves, he exudes a captivating charm and allure.
The stylist stepped back, stroked his chin, looked at the blond youth for a while, and then suddenly stepped forward to rip off his tie. He then unbuttoned the top few buttons and pulled the collar slightly open, revealing a large expanse of healthy honey-colored skin and very eye-catching collarbones.
Toru Amuro: "..."
The designer turned his head with satisfaction and took out another silver necklace, hanging it around his neck. The cold, metallic cross against his warm, honey-colored skin instantly increased the blond youth's sex appeal, allure, and even danger.
"Have you ever considered getting an earring?" the stylist asked enthusiastically, already frantically thinking in his mind what kind of earring would suit him.
Amuro Tooru's expression was already quite helpless: "Earrings? Let's talk about that later. Instead of that, how about trying on gloves? White ones."
The stylist followed his finger to the box containing the white gloves, then looked at his current attire, and imagined his long, slender, honey-colored hands with distinct knuckles covered in white gloves. Her eyes lit up ten times over.
"That's a great idea! The guests will definitely be excited to take off your gloves themselves! You're really talented!" The stylist didn't hold back his praise. He found a suitable new white glove and put it on him, admiring the exposed section of his wrist as another level of absolute territory.
Amuro Tooru maintained an awkward yet polite smile.
No, it's just to avoid leaving fingerprints.
After admiring the look, the stylist lowered his sleeves, put the suit jacket back on him, and nodded in satisfaction only after confirming that the whole look was perfect.
"Okay, the measurements are done. We'll urge them to process and deliver the custom-made clothes to you right away!"
Then comes the hairstyle.
The stylist didn't hesitate much about his hairstyle; such naturally beautiful and smooth blonde hair shouldn't have anything unnecessary done to ruin its natural beauty.
but……
He swept one side of the blond youth's hair back and styled it, revealing half of his delicate eyebrows and one ear.
"Such a beautiful face, it's such a waste to cover it up. Those guys grow their bangs so long to cover up their ugliness, but you're just covering up your own beauty."
"However, showing everything would feel a bit aggressive and offensive, which doesn't quite fit the refined villain persona you're looking for. Let's leave it half-hidden."
"Um, I guess I was supposed to be playing the gentle character, right?" Amuro Tooru retorted helplessly.
"Anyway, it makes no difference. There aren't any truly gentle people here," the stylist said indifferently.
After finishing his hair, the stylist habitually tried to do his makeup, but fell silent when faced with his face.
Amuro Tooru blinked his big, innocent, droopy eyes and looked at him.
The stylist stared blankly at the long, fluttering golden eyelashes.
“Generally speaking, even if foreigners have prominent facial features, large eyes, and long eyelashes, their skin can still be rough, so they still need to wear makeup,” he said.
Amuro Tooru glanced at himself in the mirror: "Can I go without makeup?"
“However, your skin is so delicate and perfect, without a single blemish. I feel that putting makeup on your face would be either a waste of cosmetics or a disrespect to your face,” the stylist continued. “This is probably the most perfect mixed-race beauty in legends.”
Amuro Tooru seemed amused: "It's not that exaggerated, is it?"
"No, it's not an exaggeration at all. Even celebrities don't have such good conditions. Why would you do this... Well, this industry does make money faster than being a celebrity." The stylist gave up on doing his makeup, stood up and said, "Never mind, this is perfect. No matter how I do your makeup, it will feel strange. Let's leave it like this."
Amuro Tooru smiled and smiled, clearly not liking makeup.
"Great! Perfect! Absolutely perfect! This is my most perfect work to date! Come on, let's go out and show everyone! Everyone will be amazed!" The stylist was excited again, pulling him towards the door. "Have you decided on your code name?"
“Yes, it’s decided, it’s the fox,” Amuro Tooru said.
Here, male escorts are codenamed as various powerful and beautiful animals, while female escorts are codenamed as various pretty and vibrant flowers.
"A fox?" The stylist turned around and looked at him in surprise, then smiled. "It seems the higher-ups really have high expectations for you. I believe you can definitely become the top star and drive that annoying phoenix away! Good luck!"
Amuro Tooru tilted his head curiously: "It seems like not many people like Phoenix-senpai. Is it because of that incident?"
The stylist shook his head and nodded: "It's not just that incident. That guy is a complete scumbag with a terrible personality, and he has close ties to the Yamaguchi-gumi. He often bullies and mocks people who perform worse than him, and he's jealous of people who perform better than him. He's even secretly killed someone. He's just good at acting in front of customers, but he still got exposed this time."
"The Yamaguchi-gumi?" Amuro Tooru was stunned. "I always thought it was just rumors and legends?"
The stylist frowned slightly, giving him a look that was half admonishing and half warning: "It's true, this club is backed by the Yamaguchi-gumi, but we usually don't get involved in deeper things, so don't worry, just remember to listen to me and don't do anything reckless."
Amuro Tooru nodded, somewhat dazed and frightened: "Thank you for reminding me, I will be careful."
The stylist's hand was already on the doorknob: "The reason I'm telling you so much is because you're very likely to be targeted and get into trouble. The things you said about the phoenix in your training class today have already spread, he definitely knows, and he'll definitely target you even more."
“Even more?” Amuro Tooru seized on a key word.
The stylist's gaze shifted to his soft, beautiful blond hair: "Phoenix loves blond hair and spends a lot of money on dyeing and conditioning it every month, but even so, it's still nothing compared to your naturally beautiful blond hair. If he saw you, he would be so jealous that he would gnash his teeth until they bled."
"Moreover, the young lady from the Yamaguchi-gumi loves to come here to play. She has a particular fondness for blondes, but she goes for the high end."
"Be careful. As long as you survive, your future achievements will definitely not be less than those of the Rose, whose name resounds throughout the country."
"It's a pity, Rose is in such a predicament now..."
The stylist suddenly shut up, clearly realizing he had brought up an inappropriate topic, and immediately stopped the conversation, opened the door, and led him out.
Amuro Tooru smiled as he dealt with the people who gathered around him, while quickly organizing the intelligence he had gathered that day in his mind.
Phoenix, Yamaguchi-gumi, Yakuza heiress, Rose...
Rose, is she the former top courtesan who recently retired and once made 300 million in just two days?
Amuro Tooru's mental storm stalled the moment he saw a waiter passing by.
It's Hikaru Midorikawa, the Hikaru Midorikawa who laughed when he saw this look.
Toru Amuro: "..."
He didn't want to go back and continue discussing the mission with everyone tonight.
He could already imagine the mocking face that Dai Moroboshi would have.
Fortunately, Moroboshi Dai, whose activity area was just the bar on the first floor, did not have the chance to see Amuro Tooru, the host who was only training and apprenticing today.
*
Even though he had made preparations and tried his best to stop him, Furuya Rei was still depressed all night because his childhood friend saw him dressed like a flamboyant host and laughed happily for a long time.
If it were just a mission, Furuya Rei wouldn't think much of it, but that's Hiro!!!
Damn it, is it really true that there are no dark histories between childhood friends that can be hidden?
While Furuya Rei was still feeling down, he received news that four acquaintances would be infiltrating Kabukicho tomorrow.
Jianggu Ling: "..."
Even Sato! I saw Sato on the day he graduated from police academy!
Now that almost four years have passed, will she recognize him?
Moreover, the base where these excellent police officers were responsible for infiltrating and investigating was the club area where he was located, after all, it was the largest and most dangerous place in Kabukicho.
Although it wasn't really unexpected, Furuya Rei was even more frustrated.
He covered his face and lay down on the bed, not wanting to think about what a terrible scene it would be if they saw him dressed as a male escort entertaining guests tomorrow.
Or, you could wear sunglasses; they'd match your outfit quite well.
The next evening at six o'clock, as darkness began to fall, Kabukicho lit up with colorful neon lights.
Under the stylist's disapproving, furrowed brows, Amuro Tooru, who had arrived an hour early, put on large black sunglasses and slipped out to chat with the seniors who had gathered before work.
Phoenix didn't come. It's said that he always arrives just in time or even late, and he has his own professional team for makeup and styling, so he never comes with them.
Fifteen minutes before work, after the usual meeting, the manager led someone over.
Amuro Tooru happened to be standing by the roadside. As he passed by, he made eye contact with the person at close range for two seconds, and both of their expressions were slightly different for a moment.
Having already exchanged information about each other, the two were not surprised by each other's appearance, but they were both inevitably startled by each other's appearance and struggled to hold back their distorted smiles.
Amuro Tooru and the others had the same reaction, watching the manager bring the person onto the stage and introduce him as the new recruit who had just joined that day.
The new recruit, codenamed Peacock, is extremely capable and has perfectly completed all training. He will be able to work with everyone tonight.
Amuro Tooru struggled to tear his attention away from the newcomer's clothes, and with a natural expression, he joined the others in clapping to welcome this obviously flamboyant and outgoing newcomer. No one knew that his inner turmoil was screaming.
The flashy gold and red outfit with the jeweled belt that he rejected last night was actually modified and given to Hagi to wear!!!
And they actually look really good together!
Hagi even tied his half-length hair into a small bun. This flamboyant outfit, combined with his unrestrained and playful enthusiastic smile that blended perfectly into the glitz and glamour of the nightclub, and his fearless, loud greetings and winks to his seniors, instantly heated up the atmosphere.
Kenji Hagiwara, dressed in such clothes, played such an flamboyant male escort without the slightest sense of incongruity. One could even imagine how he would frantically win the hearts of girls.
Toru Amuro: "..."
As expected of you, hagi.
But what kind of undercover agent is so arrogant and brazen?! Are you out of your mind?!
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