Dazai said he wanted to marry me after amnesia

Steal a kiss successfully!

Before Osamu Dazai could react, Kotoko Iwanaga quickly got off his body and directed the monster to transport Xia Youjie into the guest room.Close the door, here is the world of two of her and Mr. Dazai again.

There is a [home building] function in the game, you can arrange the house as you like.You can also go to the mall to buy a photo frame, and the photos uploaded with the camera function will automatically appear in the photo frame.

She would never miss such a good thing.

Marriage room!Marriage room!

Forced Osamu Dazai to take a few group photos, filled the room with trinkets and roses proving love, lit candles for a candlelight dinner... Iwanaga Kotoko was about to float.

It's a pity that you can only enjoy yourself in the game,? But it will definitely become a reality.

Put the cooked red bean rice on the table, and Kotoko Iwanaga slapped the seal with both hands.

Well, it's just the last step!

half an hour.

Wearing a pink apron, Kotoko Iwanaga, with bare legs, holding a spoon, bouncing to the entrance, looking at the monster standing at the door who was about to go out and stared at the gatekeeper juvenile.

"Too~zai~first~birth~"

"Welcome home. Do you want to eat first,? Or me first?"

Osamu Dazai turned around: "..."

Really want to die,? Really.

If it is said that Osamu Dazai has always had an expression of despair towards the world, then now, there are other types of despair in his despair...

"Mr. Dazai, what kind of expression is that on your face!"

You don't understand the beauty of a naked apron!

"Qinzi,?" he sighed, "Have you stopped doing the mission?"

Of course I remember!

What, this man is too incomprehensible, thanks to her having prepared so much.

Iwanaga Kotoko sat down on the sofa angrily.

If it's really that disgusting, why not quit the game, she can't stop it.Neither exiting the game nor acting like he doesn't want to stay here... Mr. Dazai must be too awkward.

Her angry brain automatically ignored Osamu Dazai's "get dressed" voice.

Put Xia Youjie's point aside in advance, she can try to summon another person first.

——V Hesher.

If it is Kei's father, maybe he will be a handsome old man?It's genetics, after all.

Speaking of Hui...

When she got home, she seemed to have received an email from Hui, but she was busy with Xia Youjie's affairs at the time, so she didn't have time to open it.

[Miss Yan Yong, it may not be appropriate for me to say this, but please try to keep as little contact with that person as possible.Really want to contact, pay more attention to the surrounding situation. 】

[The dark aura on him is easy to attract curses. 】

What a good boy, Hui.

It's Dazai.

This is probably the reason for the two attacks.

She had noticed the dark aura on the other party a long time ago, but there are neither monsters nor curse spirits in the real world, so nothing will happen.

It's different when it comes to the game world, and it becomes the root of all evil.

[It doesn't matter. ] Qinzi Yan Yong replied.

I'm not afraid, and I don't care.

Because it is Dazai.

Yan Yong Qinzi just ordered the monster to bring back Fuheshier from the other side, and planned to change clothes halfway, but saw the text message and forgot about it.

The air suddenly lights up.

The streamer swims in the air, depicting the figure of a man, from virtual to real.

Before he could see clearly, a black suit covered his head, and his eyes went dark.

"?!"

"Mr. Dazai, what are you doing?"

Kotoko Iwanaga pulled the suit over her head.The figure of Osamu Dazai stood between her and Fuheshier, bent over to put her clothes on, and he could see his bandaged neck from the height where she was sitting.

His face was expressionless, and there was a faint surge of low air pressure.

"Raise your hand."

"Hand in."

"Get dressed."

He buttoned the black suits one by one to the last one.

There was still a cool body temperature on it, and during the movements, Osamu Dazai's fingers inevitably touched her body.

Iwanaga Kotoko felt her heart beat wildly.

The blazer was so baggy that she had her hands in the sleeves and the hem almost came to her knees.

Is this the fabled boyfriend shirt?

Behind Osamu Dazai, the man watching their interaction let out a voice, "Oh."

Kotoko Yanyong tilted her head, and immediately became dizzy when she saw Fu Heisher, forgetting about naked aprons and boyfriend shirts.No, it's not her fault, it's, it's really... too big!

She grew up so big, she had never seen such big chest muscles!

"Wow……"

Her mouth is completely out of control.

"Okay, so big..."

The eyes are also completely out of control.

Unlike Gojo Satoru, Fuheshier's muscles are fuller, not only the chest muscles, but also the biceps and triceps on the arms.He was still wearing tight-fitting black short-sleeves, and his figure was like a vigorous black panther, dormant with terrifying power.

Oh my god, Huihui, why didn't you inherit your father's chest muscles!Did Gojo Satoru give you less food?

Iwanaga Kotoko felt a chill around her.

She glanced aside.

"No! Nothing!"

She immediately turned serious, cleared her throat, and said to Fu Heisher in front of her.

"Mr. Fuhei, hello, my name is Yanyong Qinzi...Damn it, it's really big..."

Fuhesher: "..."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Yan Yong Qinzi covered her face and fell into a daze.

"No, no! My boyfriend is flat-chested, I can't be like that! I love everything about Dazai-san, including his flat chest..."

"But, it's really big. I've never seen such a big one. If Mr. Dazai is also this big... No, it feels a little scary."

"Sure enough, it's more appropriate to put it on Mr. Fu Hei. Is this the charm of a mature man?"

Osamu Dazai opened his mouth abruptly.

"Your heart has been spoken."

"……what?"

Fuheshier shrugged.

What's the matter with him?

"It just means that you're not attractive enough to your girlfriend, brat," he sneered, "grow some more flesh. You look like you're covered in bandages, and your body isn't much better."

Dazai Osamu's face was gloomy, making people wonder if he would take out a gun and shoot Fuhesher, and finally he spoke coldly.

"Not a girlfriend."

"Oh, really."

Yan Yong Qinzi interrupted them with a light cough.

"Well, before we get down to business... can I touch it?"

The kind without desire, just curious, curious!

Her desire is only for Mr. Dazai!

Fu Heisher raised his eyebrows.

"The lovely lady's request, of course."

Yo West!

Yan Yong Qinzi stretched out his hand, but was stopped by a bandaged hand halfway.Osamu Dazai looked at her with a smile: "No."

"Didn't Mr. Dazai say that I'm not your girlfriend, so why do you stop me?" Her eyes fell on Dazai Osamu's chest, "In that case, let me touch it."

"I won't touch him after touching you."

Yanyong Qinzi is persuasive and persuasive.

Osamu Dazai didn't agree with her, and said delicately: "You are also very flat."

? !

This cannot be tolerated.

Iwanaga Kotoko stood up abruptly.

"If we have the ability, let's take off Bibi!"

"Mr. Dazai can touch me as he pleases, and you let me touch you too, let's compete."

"……I reject."

"Mr. Dazai!"

If you don't allow yourself to be touched, and you don't allow others to be touched, what is this called?

Kotoko Iwanaga grabbed Osamu Dazai's hand and pressed it to her chest. Osamu Dazai desperately wanted to withdraw his hand, Kotoko Iwanaga threw herself on him, and the two of them were back and forth on the sofa.

Fu Heisher was placed aside, unexpectedly patiently waiting for their quarrel to end.

"Do young people nowadays play like this?"

old and old.

"Should I avoid it?"

The man walked around the living room with great interest, looked at Osamu Dazai after reading the group photo.

"Have you been kidnapped?"

Why do you have "happy" written all over your face in the photo?

Osamu Dazai dodged Kotoko Iwanaga's attack, and a ripple appeared on his calm, or rather lifeless face.

He sighed.

"……more or less."

Fu Heisher rubbed his chin, "It seems that the little rich woman has quite a lot of tricks now."

One of his jobs during his lifetime was to be a gigolo.

"Not at all……"

Kotoko Iwanaga straightened her messy hair and muttered dissatisfiedly.

Until the end, Mr. Dazai's oil was not wiped.

One day...!

As if seeing her resentment, Fuheshier walked up to her, squatted down, and purposely kept her eye level, even lower than her.This move makes people feel good.

"How do you see me?"

"I won't refuse you, as long as the money is in place, everything is easy to talk about."

Volheshel stretches his arms and flexes his muscles, exuding the allure of a well-worked body.

"It doesn't matter what you want to do to me, or what you want me to do to you."

Why didn't Mr. Dazai say this.

"That……"

She had just uttered a syllable when someone pulled her hand up and pressed it against the suit.

Yan Yong Qinzi was ecstatic inside.

She would be happier if Mr. Dazai's demeanor did not have the sense of a strong man breaking his wrist.

Yan Yong Qinzi glanced at Fu Heisher, who looked back with a smile.

Wow, did Mr. Fuguro say that on purpose, in order to stimulate Mr. Dazai?

I have to say that I like her very much.

Mr. Dazai wore several layers, a shirt in addition to a black suit.The palm is more of the texture of the material. If you feel it carefully, there is a thin layer of muscle, and you can feel the hardness of the ribs... Mr. Dazai is still a bit thin.

Yan Yong Qinzi squeezed subconsciously.

"...!"

Osamu Dazai let out a low hum from his throat, suppressed by him, the voice was extremely small.His Adam's apple rolled, and he turned his head away from her, with a slightly unnatural expression.

Yan Yongqin was silent for a few seconds.

"Mr. Dazai, this doesn't count, no matter what, let me put my hand in."

"Don't take an inch."

"Or you let me go down..."

"To shut up."

……cut.

Yan Yongqinzi pouted.

What are you shy about.

Mr. Dazai does not have big chest muscles, and Mr. Fukuro is big, but he is the torso of a dead person without the warmth of a living person.

She couldn't help sighing.

"Can't you have big pectoral muscles in this world..."

Vol Heshel:?

"I'm so sorry I died."

Barely satisfied, Yan Yong Qinzi changed back to the attitude of talking about business, sat upright, and spoke to Fu Heisher.

"My name is Kotoko Iwanaga, and the person next to me is my (future) boyfriend Osamu Dazai. This time I summoned Mr. Fukuro to ask for something."

Fuheshier's attitude is loose.

"I'm bound, I can only obey your orders, right?"

This is true.

There are no rules about summoning the undead, and there will be chaos.

So only a god like her can summon, and the dead soul must obey the summoner, and the duration is only one hour.

"I can give you money, how much you decide," Yan Yongqinzi tilted his head, "but you don't need it now. If you want, I can have someone burn some Ming coins for you?"

The man chuckled a few times.

"Need not."

"Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

"I want you to stimulate Gojo Satoru. You can do it in any way. The bigger the mood swings, the better."

"You have a grudge against Wujo Wu?"

What a familiar question.

"No," Yan Yongqinzi smiled, "Mr. Fuhei, please don't ask too much, just 'give money to do things', isn't it."

"However," she picked up the phone, "Since Mr. Fu Hei is willing to help, I will also send you a little heart."

She dialed the phone.

"Huihui."

This address made the other side silent for a few seconds.

"……What's up?"

"It's nothing, I just want to hear your voice."

"If it's okay, I'll hang up."

Wow so cold.

"I have something to do," Yan Yongqinzi hurriedly called him, and told him earnestly, "You have to eat more, and try to grow muscles like a hill."

"...I really hung up."

"I was wrong, I really have something to do."

"You said."

"What is your favorite type of woman?"

"..."

"Do you have a girlfriend now?"

"Goodbye."

The phone was hung up mercilessly.

... She did her best!

Yan Yong Qinzi glanced at Fu Heisher.She originally thought that, as a father, he would be more concerned about how his son was doing after his resurrection, so she made this call.

But Fuheshier didn't seem to care, or that's not what he cared about?

He just asked one question.

"What's his last name now?"

Yan Yong Qinzi was silent for a few seconds, and spoke slowly in a painful tone.

"—Five."