man in tokyo, professional boyfriend

Chapter 518 [517] I have you

Asura Field, the term often refers to the tragic battlefield that is intertwined and complicated in interpersonal relationships.

It is generally used for extramarital affairs, polyamorous love, cheating relationships and other abnormal relationships between men and women, and is often used in extremely complex eroge relationships.

But in today's Shiina family, this word that should be used in 'special' situations has become normalized without knowing it, and the original sound has gradually changed from 'Shura Field' to 'Shura Field'.

Refers to 'a family occasion that humiliates a certain iron loli'.

As for who this so-called 'Toutie Lolita' is, Miss Nagisa Miyahara, who is the landlord, is not particularly clear.

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Sitting at the dining table, she just quietly ate the mashed potatoes in front of her, and then looked numbly at the dining table that had only four people gradually increasing by half, and even the tableware and chopsticks were ready.

Before my eyes, an unprovoked association of 'family status-2' was born.

It seems that they are also not adapted to this subtle environmental change. Several people at the dinner table kept silent. Only Mr. Shiina, the initiator, escaped from this tragic battlefield temporarily under the excuse of 'the dishes are a little less cooked'.

At the dinner table, Ms. Yui was bold and bold, and the plate in front of her was jingling. Even though Yuki, who was sitting on the side, was elegant, she was eating at a speed that was not as fast as a seal. Looking at the scene of wind and clouds on the table, I don't know if I was scared or just timid. The chopsticks always only went back and forth on the three dishes in front of me, but their eyes were shining.

Only Ms. Sano Sinon in the main seat had an overview of the whole situation and had a panoramic view of the expressions of several people.

In the middle, she first had a subconscious glance with the keen intuition, and then turned her head to look at the latest little guest, and calmly put a chopstick of mutton into her plate:
"Aiba-san seems to be a little reserved, is it that Iori's dishes are not tasty?"

"Huh? Goo goo goo goo goo!"

Like a chick who was suddenly frightened, Chiho Aiba, who suddenly had a piece of mutton on the plate in front of her, was startled, and then her brain seemed to freeze for a moment. He took another gulp of water to regain his ability to breathe. His expression was still a little stiff, but he shook his head vigorously and quickly raised his phone.

【no! 】

【Iori's dishes are delicious!Thanks for the hospitality. 】

The screen of the mobile phone was raised high, and the fonts on the screen were also very clear. Aiba Chiho subconsciously hid the glasses behind the mobile phone, but as if thinking of something, she could not help but secretly reveal half of her cheek, trying to spy on the 'rival in love' in front of her. expression.

Shouldn't it make her angry for eating too much?

Obviously not a family, right?
The bizarre thoughts in his mind turned halfway, and Aiba Chiho only felt that his own little head was a little bit unable to turn around.

Although Iori is her boyfriend, Iori's home is not only her home.

In other words, in addition to his latest 'lover', Iori also has various exclusive seats named 'Mrs.', 'Mrs.', 'Wife', and 'Girlfriend'.

Even if she had accepted this fact long before she came, in the course of her life, Miss Aiba, who had just arrived, could not fully adapt to it.

On the other hand, he looked at Ms. Terashima opposite him.
Looking at the plate in front of her that quickly disappeared and added dishes, Aiba Chiho only felt that the other party was really amazing.

However, this thought was only for a moment, and her attention returned to the 'old lady' who was the main seat.

"That's really nice."

"I heard that the previous songs were composed by Ai Ye-san for Iori Catcher. I've always wanted to meet you."

"Ah, yes. I'm still on the DVD!"

"Eh?"

Sano Sinon was still showing a slightly polite attitude. Fortunately, she was not very familiar with this 'newcomer', she just tried her best.

However, for Chiho, whose interpersonal circle of the same age is basically equal to zero, it seems more cordial.

Even though it is still inconvenient to speak, her typing speed is not far behind that of dictation, just a little bit of a hand.

It should be said that he is a working emperor who can get along well with everyone, and his diplomatic skills are basically full.

Seeing this scene in front of her, Shiina Iori, who was busy in the kitchen, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It would be impossible to say that he was not worried about Chiho's arrival at all.

After all, the balance of the family situation, which has finally settled down, is really worth the loss if it is broken due to the sudden addition of unsettling factors.

only.
"It's strange, why do other people's Christmas Eves are 'snowy nights', 'streets', 'hotels', 'dates', and only my Christmas Eve can't even go out of the house?" Shiina Iori had no self-awareness in her heart Tucao, "Just because I usually finish other people's Christmas Eve? Every night?"

very angry.

If normal people learn about Iori Shiina's daily life, most of them will probably exchange every Christmas Eve of their lives, right?

The Shiina family's Shiro field didn't have a smooth death fight, nor did they see the favorite hatchet.

Maybe it was because they were tired from fighting, and even Yukio Terashima and Shino Sano, who had always looked down on each other, maintained a delicate balance on this special day.

Neither of the two tried to pick things up.

Christmas afternoon was also eerily flat.

Eat, clean up the dishes.

Taking advantage of the warm winter afternoon, a large family gathered in the restaurant to play a few rounds of mahjong.

Because there are no chips, and there is not enough change, the gambling chips naturally become white bars.

After just two hours, Miss Yui with the darkest hands left the stage angrily—the main reason was that her little face had been pasted so that she could not even see the face of the card, and it was densely packed with white strips.

Shiina Iori was naturally not involved, and so was Terashima Yukio.

The former is to vacate the space specially to prepare snacks and dried fruit drinks for the family and wives; the latter simply rejects the kind of activities that will stain everyone's handprints, dust, and table blanket fluff on the card table.

Just sitting next to her and watching, made her face wrinkle into a ball, and habitually went to wash her hands.

Miss Terashima's cleanliness addiction is terminally ill.

After playing for a while, Nagisa-chan, who had figured out the opening by herself, felt boring, and then she became UNO and Monopoly.

It was not until this time that Iori Shiina gradually noticed that the scale of Room 1701 in Fuminaxi's apartment had gradually grown to a level where she could start a multiplayer board game at home at any time without having to call to find friends from outside.

Another plate of Succubus Monopoly went over, and Iori Shiina, who lost clean bottoms and left quickly, got up from the table.

Originally, they were about to pour some milk for Nagisa-chan and Chiho who were still fighting, but when he looked up, he saw Terashima Yukio lying on the rocking chair on the balcony at some point. The nutritionist textbook.

"Here."

Passing a glass of warm milk in his hand.

Terashima Yuki looked up in the direction of the edge of the cup, and saw Iori was sipping another cup, with thin white marks on his lips.

"Try it? I added some seasoning."

"It's delicious."

"I'll drink your cup."

"Yes Yes."

After exchanging the cups again, Terashima Kocai curled up in the reclining chair like a lazy cat in a plush cloak in winter, put down the book in his hand, and held the warm cup he took from Iori in both hands, taking a small sip. Small sips of milk.

She didn't ask what was in it, just drank it slowly.

Although there are no gaps in the floor-to-ceiling windows that surround the balcony, there is still a lot of cold infiltrating, just a few mouthfuls of warm hot milk, there is a feeling that the whole body is gradually transpiring.

"Fortunately, don't you like board games?"

"Would you like to change something you like to play?"

"Speaking of which, when I was at home, I didn't see you relaxing. You wouldn't just read that kind of novels, right?"

It seemed that he was hit at the key, but fortunately, a trace of involuntary stiffness flashed on the delicate face that had never been smooth, and then he took a sip of milk, as if trying to cover up his guilty conscience with this action.

"No."

"Just. Occasionally watch."

"It's really hard work."

"really."

Fortunately, there is no denial of my ascetic daily life, and the process of self-improvement is indeed not as happy as many successful people say.

"Then why don't you go with Yui and the others?"

Shiina Iori's tone was slightly puzzled.

From the mahjong game just now, to the board game later, Xing was always by the side, and he never participated in a game.

Hearing his question, Terashima Yukio seemed startled for a moment, and then took a sip of hot milk:
"I have poor self-control."

"Only by avoiding entertainment activities as much as possible can we avoid being addicted."

"Fortunately, do you think so?"

Shiina Iori showed a very surprised expression.

If a person who is in a three-shift cycle of 'work-exercise-study', who is almost non-stop, can still be classified as 'poor self-control', then Iori Shiina thinks that he has a little bit of 'work and rest' Binding' is a slouch.

"Ah."

However, Yukio Terashima didn't have that kind of self-knowledge at all, instead he looked at Iori and nodded with certainty.

"If you don't control it, it will gradually become uncontrollable."

"If there is no way to relieve stress, the psychological stress will be very serious, fortunately."

"Not without"

"Nothing?"

Shiina Iori was startled and a little curious.

Yukio Terashima was still lounging in the reclining chair on the balcony, holding the warm cup of milk in his hand. Hearing this, he glanced in the direction of the living room and found that no one was paying attention, so he pretended to be careful and moved towards Iori. waved.

He put his ear to it, and then saw that fortunately, he took a sip of milk so unhurriedly, and then moved closer.

"Well--"

Snow-white traces slid down the corners of Iori's lips, and then luckily, she nestled back as if nothing had happened.

There was still no expression on his face, but his voice seemed to be smiling:

"I have you."

Shiina Iori's expression was a little stiff, but she quickly wiped away the traces from her lips.

That is, at home, and it is broad daylight, otherwise he would have to let this little lazy cat taste the taste of milk!

Terashima Yukio looked at him indifferently, smiling lightly.

"Iori—!"

"I don't want to play!!!"

After a while, I heard Yui's crying voice from behind.

No matter what game it was changed to, her little black hand would lose everything and get out of the game, and she had never won until now.

"Yes Yes."

"Can you watch the movie? Didn't Nagisa bring a wall shot before?"

"Are there any good movies recently?"

"There should be."

"Look at this look at this!"

When everyone got together and picked up a little-known campus romance movie, they pulled up the curtains in the living room, turned off the lights, and huddled together on the crowded sofa to watch a movie.

Aiba Chiho didn't know when a bag of potato chips was stuffed into her arms, probably from Yui, watching a movie next to Iori.

The estrangement at first sight was quickly broken in various entertainments.

On the Shiina family's Christmas Day, there was still no turbulence.

　Broken bowl~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)