My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 128

Ikebukuro, Kawagoe Street, inside an abandoned building.

In the steamy bathroom, Celti showered alone, staring at his reflection in the mirror.

The well-shaped chest shape and the muscular abdomen have a perfect body shape like a model, but it highlights the defect of losing the head.

I don't know what my head looks like?Will it be as beautiful as the body?

When she slid her silky skin with her fingers dipped in body lotion, she noticed the image in the mirror, and the black mist emerging from the hole on her shoulder added a touch of weirdness.

A headless woman lathering her body is such an otherworldly sight.

When she was in Ireland, she had never tried showering at all, and even in the 20 years she has been in Tokyo, she has never thought about what it means to take a shower.

Only recently, she suddenly fell in love with this matter.

It's not because the body is really stained with dirt, or sweat accumulated dirt, but thinking that the shower can wash away the dust falling on the body and clean it, and it can leave a faint fragrance on the body. In this way, the shower becomes a plug. Alti is an integral part of life.

Yeah, because I met him.

To be honest, as a headless horseman, how close Celty's thinking is to humans has always been a question in her mind.

Although she was confused about many things when she first came to Tokyo, she may have found the answer now.

At first, she didn't understand what was going on, she simply regarded him as a knight like herself, and she didn't realize the fact that she was a woman.

But slowly, she discovered the tender feelings in her heart, and began to appreciate and admire Fujiwara Xingkong as a member of the opposite sex.

Ah. It turns out that this is the so-called love.

Unknowingly, I have turned into a teenage girl.
Although an urban legend about being in love with a human is absurd in any way

It's just that whenever I watch TV, I always feel very happy when I find that Fujiwara Hoshizou laughs in the same place as me.

Perhaps this also proves that I have the same thoughts as humans.

An indispensable and very important point is that I have the same thoughts and heart as human beings, and I can communicate with human beings - it must be true.

At least, Celty believes so now.

Coming out of the bathroom, she wore a white dress, very ordinary home clothes.

The dark shadow under the light rose from the floor, wrapped around her waist, and turned into a pink apron with the word [LOVE] printed on it and many little red hearts.

Fujiwara said he was coming tonight, and Celty decided to make him a dinner.

Although she doesn't know anything about cooking, whether it's pastry or Japanese food, she doesn't know anything.

I can be a bit of a nerd and can't always make good meals.

But it doesn't matter, I learned the head office bit by bit according to the recipes of the TV programs.

[Come on, listen up, everyone, the so-called three-five-eight stains, the focus is on the quality of the noodles and the proportion of materials. ]
[As the name suggests, it is just a pickled material made of three-quarters of salt, five-fifths of noodles, and eight-decimeters.Although simple, it is a magical pickle that can be applied to many dishes. ]
Celti watched the woman on TV handling the crucian carp neatly, and a wonderful fighting spirit was ignited in her heart.

Headless Horseman girl, put a sweet smile on your lover's face and fight the evil crucian carp!
……

From dusk onwards it rained harder and harder, and it became even more severe at night.Like a broken faucet, the turbid stream pours straight down from the sky.In Tokyo on TV, the lower end of the building is hidden in the rain and fog, and the upper end is covered by thick dark clouds, like a city in the sky.

The display screens on the tram platform have been constantly broadcasting the weather news.

[A torrential rain warning has just been issued, and the rain is once in decades.Low-lying areas and near rivers have been raised to the highest precautionary level.Citizens are requested to pay attention to the latest news on TV, radio and the Internet, and evacuate in an orderly manner according to the evacuation instructions. ]
The scene switches. The reporter is standing at the south exit of Shinjuku Station in a heavy rain, with a mixed crowd behind him.

[It's off-duty time, and the weather is like a typhoon!Trams in the metropolitan area have started to be delayed—]
Fujiwara Xingkong turned on his phone and looked, no matter which website was live broadcasting today's weather news.

Several subway stations were flooded, and evacuation notices were issued along the banks of the Arakawa and Sumida Rivers.Flights at Haneda Airport are delayed or canceled. The rainfall in 1 hour exceeds 150mm, and the sewer is flooded and waterlogged.

Long queues of taxis formed in front of the various tram stops.Unable to go home due to traffic jams, citizens were called on TV to pay attention to safety.

It's only June now, how could there be such a heavy rain like a typhoon?
Although it is a bit strange, but there is no clue, and we can only ignore it for the time being.

"Selty, I'm back."

"Welcome home."

As soon as he changed into his indoor shoes at the entrance, he heard Celti's joyful voice.

Uh, from the kitchen, Celty is cooking again?

Fujiwara Hoshizora smiled strangely.

Perhaps because his hometown is Ireland, Celty's culinary skills are more or less influenced by the Great Empire next door.

That's right, Celty made him a copy of "Looking at the Stars".

Don't look at the poetic and picturesque name, in fact, it is a kind of pastry with fish head on top of the baked pie.

The fish heads have hollow eyes, scorched black skin, and a look of death (nonsense, dead fish are of course dead).To be honest, who has never seen a dead fish?Or steamed, or braised, or cooked into soup, or fried or baked, even if it is lying on a plate whole, it looks pretty cute.

But this one looked up at the stars, with fish heads sticking out of the pie crust, as if they were being tortured and struggling to get out.And it's not one fish head, but a group of fish heads.

The scary dead fish eyes are not looking up at the starry sky, but staring at the person who wants to eat it. This scene is like a group asking for their lives.It doesn't matter what the taste is, as far as the appearance is concerned, Stargazing Pie has already secured the top spot in dark cuisine.

Fujiwara Hoshizo walked into the kitchen and hugged Celty from behind.

"doing what?"

"Tonight's dinner, pickled crucian carp."

"What are you doing~~No~~" Celty turned her body, because Fujiwara Hoshikora put his head to the hole in her neck again.

Although it was pitch black inside, I couldn't see anything.But every time he looked over, he always felt that he was completely exposed to his eyes, which was more embarrassing than being completely naked.

"Haha~~" Although he couldn't see anything, Fujiwara Xingkong was satisfied with his bad taste of teasing her, and happily lay on her shoulder.

"I feel like Celty will be a housewife even if she wins the [-] million yen jackpot. It would be even better if she has children."

"I shouldn't be pregnant~~"

"True knowledge comes from practice. It seems necessary to discuss this issue with Celty in depth."

"Wait, I'm cooking~~" Celty, who was concentrating on massaging the crucian carp, arched her buttocks and stretched him open.

"Okay, okay~~ But it doesn't matter if you can't have children, you can adopt one."

"Okay~~Hey, you are wearing my shadow~~"

Looking down, she realized that the girlish apron she was wearing was the illusion of a shadow.

Celty is so cute~~
Fujiwara Hoshikora put away his thoughts and quietly watched her playing with the castrated crucian carp.

However, it seems that you have been massaging crucian carp for a long time.

Will it time out.

At this moment, a sound came from the TV in the living room.

[Okay, the crucian carp after massage is sealed with plastic wrap, and it only needs to be left overnight. ]
one night.?

What's for dinner tonight?
Celti, who had always had a long reflex arc, was still reflecting on why she made such a stupid mistake. Fujiwara Hoshiku had already lifted her skirt behind her back.

"Huh? Huh!"

(End of this chapter)