Chapter 297

Kawasaki Saki blinked, thinking she had seen wrong.

"Hee hee..."

Kitakami Yoru laughed.

Her lips moved slightly, and Kawasaki Saki withdrew her attention, seriously mixing 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.

"The 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.

"This isn't a place you can come to, right?"

Kawasaki Saki lowered her voice, looking at Kitakami Yoru and speaking secretly.

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

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

"Don't say it out, and is it true that you ordered this glass of wine?"

"It's very strong..."

Kawasaki Saki confirmed.

"That's for sure."

Kitakami Yoru just wanted to drink once!

Try something strong!

"By the way, you're short of money to the point of bartending in a bar, the salary is quite high, right?"

The bored Kitakami Yoru finally found something interesting.

"It is quite high, I'm short of money, and you lower your voice... sigh..."

Kawasaki Saki looked down at the wine glass and sighed.

The so-called frosted mizuwari works by using an ice ball to chill the whiskey while stirring crazily until the glass wall 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 frigid girl who was sighing and spoke slowly.

18: Sister, I picked up my brother-in-law and brought him home!

"Definitely not..."

Kawasaki Saki turned the wine 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 wine.

"Don't make such a scary joke!"

Kitakami Yoru didn't respond, and 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, there's a little commission." Kawasaki Saki's hands were sore; business was good today, and she was too busy.

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

Kitakami Yoru replied.

Such a beautiful, tall, and pretty girl, dark circles really ruin her beauty.

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

"By the way, is it true what you said before about being able to make money easily by live streaming?"

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 listen to him selling suspense.

"Slightly sell a bit of beauty, 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 toe area must be reinforced and thickened."

"Forget it!"

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

"How much?"

Kitakami Yoru took it and glanced at the wine glass.

Holding it in his hand, it was cold.

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

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

"Keep the change."

Kitakami Yoru gave a 5,000 yen note, considering it an apology for scaring Kawasaki Saki.

"Thank you, please keep this matter secret, I really need this job."

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

"No problem."

Kitakami Yoru thought in his heart, made an OK gesture, and sipped the wine in his hand gently.

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

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

It belonged to the kind of wine 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.

Refusing two waves of college student girls who were quite good-looking and came up to hit on him, Kitakami Yoru, who had finished his drink, returned to the VIP lounge.

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

Kitakami Yoru said something, and with a flushed face, he left alone while basically conscious.

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

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

"A bit cold... this wine..."

"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 began 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 will be fine."

Kitakami Yoru breathed deeply; his consciousness was basically still clear, just his reactions were a bit slow.

In a drunken state, Kitakami Yoru couldn't feel tired at all.

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

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

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

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