Chapter 235

Kawasaki Saki blinked, thinking she had seen wrong.

"Hee hee..."

Kitakami Yoru laughed.

Her lips moved slightly, Kawasaki Saki withdrew her attention and seriously mixed the martini in her hand.

After serving it to the guest, she took a glass, put in a round ice ball, and poured some whiskey into it.

"A bartender's nightmare!"

Kawasaki Saki used a small spoon to constantly stir the ice ball in the glass and came to Kitakami Yoru's front.

"Good evening."

Kitakami Yoru greeted her.

"This isn't a place you should be able to come to, right?"

Kawasaki Saki lowered her voice and spoke secretly to Kitakami Yoru.

"My parents brought me in; on the contrary, you, hiding your age and identity to work here."

Kitakami Yoru looked left and right, leaning his head close to the bar.

"Don't tell anyone, and is it true that you ordered this drink?"

"It's quite strong..."

Kawasaki Saki confirmed.

"That's for sure."

Kitakami Yoru just wanted to try drinking once!

Try something strong!

"By the way, you're so short of money that you're bartending at a bar; the salary must be quite high, right?"

The bored Kitakami Yoru finally found something interesting.

"It's quite high, I'm short of money, and you keep your voice down... sigh..."

Kawasaki Saki looked down at the glass and sighed.

The so-called frosted mizuwari works by using an ice ball to chill the whiskey while stirring frantically until the glass frosts over.

Making one, depending on the bartender's speed, takes at least ten minutes, and it tires the wrist.

"Kawasaki-san, you wouldn't want to lose this precious job, would you?"

Kitakami Yoru looked at the cold, frigid girl who was sighing and spoke slowly.

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"Of course I wouldn't..."

Kawasaki Saki turned the glass in her hand quickly and said subconsciously.

A few seconds after the words fell, she realized something was wrong and saw Kitakami Yoru sizing her up with a smile.

"You... what do you want to do?"

Kawasaki Saki was slightly stunned.

At the same time, a guest came to the bar to order a Remy Martin, and a waiter went to help pour the drink.

"Don't make such scary jokes!"

Kitakami Yoru didn't respond; Kawasaki Saki warned him uneasily.

Is he threatening me?

"Alright, alright, I won't scare you." Kitakami Yoru replied happily.

"I thought you were going to threaten me; I didn't provoke you."

Kawasaki Saki secretly curled her lips, speechless in her heart.

"How much is your salary for the night? It's fine if you don't want to say."

Kitakami Yoru rested his elbows on the bar.

"2,700 yen, plus a little commission." Kawasaki Saki's hands were sore; this glass of frosted mizuwari still wasn't finished.

"Quite high, night shift subsidy; no wonder I see you have dark circles every time."

Kitakami Yoru replied.

For such a beautiful, tall girl, dark circles really ruin the beauty.

"Barely enough to use; it's hard to find a part-time job with such a high salary outside."

"By the way, is what you said before about livestreaming being able to make money easily true or false?"

Kawasaki Saki changed hands and asked in a low voice.

"Of course it's true, provided that..."

Kitakami Yoru sized up Kawasaki Saki from top to bottom.

"Provided what?"

Kawasaki Saki's expression was full of impatience; she didn't want to hear him keep her in suspense.

"Sell a little sex appeal, like wearing clothes that are a bit sexy and revealing, taking selfies in the mirror, stepping on the mirror with your feet, etc."

Kitakami Yoru said according to his own preferences and added a sentence: "Hmm, nun outfit, black silk pantyhose, the toes must be reinforced and thickened."

"Forget it!"

Kawasaki Saki couldn't get past this hurdle in her heart; she rolled her eyes at him and handed the mixed drink to Kitakami Yoru.

"How much?"

Kitakami Yoru took it and glanced at the glass.

Holding it in his hand, it was cold.

"3,600 yen including tax, plus a 10% service fee; if you're willing to give me a tip, pretend I didn't say anything."

Kawasaki Saki's wrists were sore; business was good today, and she was too busy.

"Keep the change."

Kitakami Yoru gave her a 5,000-yen note, just as an apology for scaring Kawasaki Saki.

"Thank you, please keep this matter a secret for me; I really need this job."

Kawasaki Saki took it, went to open a receipt, and brought it back.

"No problem."

Kitakami Yoru thought in his heart, made an OK gesture, and took a light sip of the drink in his hand.

It was cold and smooth, with a strong aroma of alcohol, rushing to his brain.

It slid down his throat, and entering his stomach, it was also cold, with a slightly bitter and sweet aftertaste.

It belonged to the kind of drink that you don't feel much while drinking, but you'll get drunk without knowing it.

New guests came to the bar, and Kawasaki Saki got busy; Kitakami Yoru didn't disturb her.

He refused two waves of good-looking college girls who came up to pick him up, and after drinking the wine, Kitakami Yoru returned to the VIP lounge.

Under the dim lights, the couple had no intention of leaving at all.

Kitakami Yoru said something, and with a flushed face, he left by himself, his consciousness basically clear.

He took the elevator, left the bar, and came outside the building.

The cool wind of early autumn blew over; Kitakami Yoru tightened his thin coat and walked slowly in a random direction.

"It's a bit cold... this drink..."

"Starting to get a bit drunk..."

Kitakami Yoru, who had just finished a glass of wine, felt fine except for his face feeling a bit hot.

But once he came out, it didn't take a few minutes.

The alcohol in the whiskey started to take effect, and after rushing to Kitakami Yoru's brain, he felt a bit dizzy.

"Hoo hoo... it's okay... just blowing in the wind is enough."

Kitakami Yoru took deep breaths; his consciousness was basically still clear, but his reactions were more or less a bit slow.

In his drunken state, Kitakami Yoru didn't feel tired at all.

He didn't know how long he had walked or how far, but in short, he was far away from Ginza.

The gorgeous neon lights flickered, and he didn't remember what time it was.

The lemon water and alcohol he drank were absorbed by his body, converting into urine.

When passing by a KFC, Kitakami Yoru went in to use the restroom.