The stand-in is my wife.

Tosaka Rin sat on the wide window sill, her feet in stockings were not wearing shoes, and her beautiful toes were more attractive against the 30-denier stockings.

Her slender and well-trained legs were casually leaning against the windowsill, and in the absolute domain, the taboo was wrapped by the skirt, and the skirt fluttered in the wind, giving people the illusion that spring would be revealed at any time.

The low hill like mid-spring, although not upright, also contained infinite vitality. On the swan-like slender neck, there was a face like a goddess that made people forget the world.

The cold wind from the air conditioner sometimes poured into the hot window outside. The goddess sat between the cold and the heat, and her long hair as shiny as black jade fluttered in the wind.

Amanozaki rubbed his eyes, and the eyes and heart healed by beauty were re-energized.

The cool light was blocked by the awning, and the still bright light outlined the goddess's facial features.

"Why, is being my bestie wronged you?"

The goddess raised her eyebrows, with a smile in her eyes.

"No, I just feel sorry." Amanozaki raised his head and fell on the bed, greedily taking in this beautiful scene. In addition to disinfectant, there was also the faint fragrance of a young girl in the air.

"What's a pity?" The goddess blinked.

"Rin's husband and Rin's best friend are like fish and bear's paw, you can't have both. I have promised to be Rin's husband in this life, and best friends can only be in the next life."

Amanozaki sighed and shook his head in dissatisfaction, as if he hated himself for not being able to do everything.

Tosaka Rin giggled, her slender waist was upside down, and it seemed that she would fall down at any time.

Amanozaki looked at the smiling

The security guard outside the door heard the laughter in the room and knocked on the door gently:

"Mr. Amanozaki, Amber is waiting for you next door, please get ready."

Amanozaki, who was only watching Tosaka Rin in a daze, realized that the room was too bright and the wind was blowing hot outside the window.

"Surface?"

Tosaka Rin nodded: "VIP ward, your bed used to be occupied by branch-level knights."

Amanozaki heard this and had an idea:

"Because I performed outstandingly, you want to reward me?"

"I think it's more like a punishment."

"What do you mean?"

"A small punishment, a big warning."

Chapter 41: Social Death

Amanozaki was helped out of bed by Rin, and walked slowly outside, thinking rapidly.

What kind of punishment will it be?

The rules that Amanozaki violated were just repeated use of supernatural powers inside the branch, and he also injured two knights without knowing the severity.

The maximum penalty is repeated incorrigibility and intentional injury.

But it is very normal for knights to get injured and bleed in competitions.

It is better to say that a competition without bloodshed is not a qualified competition.

As for the use of supernatural powers, he was forced to do it every time due to the situation and the opponent's attack. For this reason, he even lost the plan to please the cafeteria aunt and seek more meals by recognizing his godmother.

In addition, Rin had already told him in advance that "a small punishment is a big warning", so Amanozaki felt that he should be put in solitary confinement for a few days or fined a sum of money.

But is it worth it for Amber Lord to go out in person?

Amanozaki was puzzled.

His hand was on the door handle, and the door opened from the inside. The bodyguard wearing sunglasses and suits carefully looked at Amanozaki and Rin Tohsaka, and then stepped aside.

"Hey! Our great painter is here."

Amber Lord's slightly festive voice first entered Amanozaki's ears, followed by the intensive sound of flipping books.

In the large family rest and reception room of the VIP ward, Amber Lord sat on a black leather single sofa, holding a stack of A4 paper and waving it non-stop.

On the sofa sat a middle-aged beautiful woman, a white-browed bald old man, and a muscular man in a vest.

These are the section chiefs of the Yushan Branch

And behind them, each of them stood in a suit, with his back straight.

The deputy chief of the intelligence department, Hu Zhun, was standing behind a beautiful woman with hair barely covering her earlobes, wearing a winter coat with a strong Chinese festive color that would never appear in Yushan City in summer.

"Oh, is this the Amanozaki that the old man with scabies who is rumored to be in the headquarters specifically asked for?"

The beautiful woman crossed her legs, her bright red high heels swayed, and a dark flash passed by the hem of her winter coat.

'At least 120 deniers.'

Amanozaki only took a glance, and his sharp eyes, which he had trained from many years of drawing Guanlan's countless materials, immediately came to a conclusion.

Generally speaking, stockings above 60 deniers are only worn in autumn and winter, because they are very close-fitting and very thick, and they cannot show the seductive flesh color in the stockings, and they will also cover up the graceful leg shape.

So once spring comes, girls who love beauty will be eager to change into 60 denier stockings, and 30 deniers in summer.

In short, the thinner the better, the more transparent the better.

At present, the ultimate stockings are 5 deniers, which are so soft that they can be blown away.

That has gone beyond the practical range and has become a pure interest or a tool for showing off the shape of legs without restraint.

And this beautiful woman wears stockings of more than 120 deniers in the middle of summer... Even in an air-conditioned room, isn't she hot?

'These feet must be covered up and smelly, and they must smell like smoke. '

He thought to himself.

"Qing Niang, restrain yourself. Young people have seen little and are hot-tempered, and they can't stand these things the most."

Amber said.

Others immediately smiled "I understand", and the man in the vest laughed especially loudly, showing an admiring look of "a fellow traveler" to Amanozaki.

Amanozaki realized that when he was thinking about stockings, he kept staring at the gap between people's hems, and he really looked like a pig.

"I'm not... forget it."

Amanozaki subconsciously wanted to explain, but he immediately realized that this kind of thing was getting darker and darker. He denied Kohaku Gong's words and had to explain what he was seeing and thinking.

What did he say?

I was actually wondering how smelly your feet are?

It would be better not to say it, because saying it would only cause more ambiguity!

Tosaka Rin held Amanozaki's hand and exerted force quietly. Under the movement of his muscles, Amanozaki's wrist was in unbearable pain.

He could only look at Rin with an innocent expression and send his thoughts over and over again.

‘Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings! ’

Rin just tilted his head with a calm smile, not looking at him.

But the next moment, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

The beautiful woman known as Qing Niang narrowed her eyes and looked narrowly at Amanozaki, shaking the booklet in her hand gently at him.

It was a standing picture drawn by Amanozaki.

More than a dozen well-known female anime characters lined up, kneeling with their backs facing the screen, exposing their plump buttocks wrapped in colorful sea-wet stockings and bikinis of various styles.

Some of them are delicate, some have expressionless faces, some have pure expressions, some are full of desire, some are passionate, and some are contemptuous.

"What a good painter." Qing Niang smiled brightly and tapped the delicate beauty on the booklet with her fingers painted with red nail polish.

It was Tohsaka Rin.

So he squeezed Amanozaki's wrist even harder, and he could almost hear a clicking sound.

However, Amanozaki couldn't care about Rin at all at this moment. His face looked like a lobster that had been boiled in a steamer, and it was so red that it seemed like it was about to bleed.

"Um, are you off work? Master, do you want to take a shower first, or eat first, or...eat me first?"

Qing Niang flipped through the picture album, and Minamoto Lai, who had big breasts and fat butt in "FGO", was only wearing a purple vacuum apron, sitting on the stove, her long hair flowing down, looking at Amanozaki with blurred eyes, the cream in her hand The pudding was poured down, and a little bit of cream was sprinkled on Minamoto no Yorimitsu's chest, which was as swollen as a mountain.

Qing Niang held up the painting, played with her accent, and imitated the words on the vertical painting in an extremely charming tone.

All the male creatures in the living room couldn't help but tremble.

Except for Amanozaki, who was already sluggish.

The old man with a bald head and white eyebrows and a kind face raised the booklet in his hand. She was wearing an evening dress, revealing her perfect back. Her tall body proportions were as shy as a bird's. She lowered her head slightly and curled her hair with her fingers.

The old man said calmly: "Tonight, you will invite me to the first dance, right?"

"Pfft."

Hu Zhun really didn't hold back. He clenched his hands into fists and pressed his mouth, still letting his laughter leak out.

The muscular man in the vest raised his book with both hands. On the screen was a picture of Icarus, who covered his private parts with bird feathers, naked, with a blank look in his eyes:

The muscular man used a wild voice that was so rough that he could sing the folk song "Paradise". He pinched his throat deliberately and said like a chicken pecking at rice: "Hey, what is 'love'?"

Mr. Amber opened the picture album in his hand with an expressionless face. Countless beauties gathered in front of the chair. They were wearing cheongsams of various colors and patterns, all looking up at Amanozaki outside the painting.

Amber's body had countless cracked mouths, simulating young, old, youthful, mature, pure, and sultry voices, and gave Amanozaki the most important words:

"We are all your wings."

"Ahhhhh!"

Amanozaki pushed Tohsaka Rin away, his eyes were bloodshot, he roared like a monkey, rushed back to the ward as fast as he could in his life, and slammed the door.

Outside the room separated by a wall, the room was filled with uncontrollable laughter, and everyone had a cheerful look on their faces.

Ruined.

Life is over.

Amanozaki buried his head in the quilt, feeling extremely sad in his heart.

Although his body is still alive, the social man named "Amanozaki" has been declared dead.

Outside the door were not only a group of bosses who were assigned to the helm, but also several bodyguards who were responsible for opening and closing the door and providing services.