Tokyo: Starting from staying with my mother’s best friend

Chapter 21 The Widow’s Boudoir

Ionuma Isao brought a chair and sat in front of her.

Huacheng Kyoko looked at him, her green and slender fingers lightly lifted the bangs in front of her forehead, and said expressionlessly: "After the mourning period, the Red Sea Bream Group will take revenge on us. Then you and Iori will go to the chestnut side." Let’s stay for a while.”

"Can't you continue to stay with Aunt Kyoko?" Ionuma asked angrily, while not forgetting to build a good impression: "I only like Kyoko, not chestnuts..."

"Ok?"

Huacheng Xingzi's eyelashes trembled.

In those tired eyes, there was a glint that looked like the cold pool had melted, as if the ice sculptured jade figure had come to life.

But after a moment, the light in her eyes was quickly replaced by indifference, and she murmured: "This is to protect you..."

After that, she picked up the opened beer and drank the entire can.

After putting down the empty can, she opened another one. Looking at her slightly blurred eyes, it was obvious that she wanted to drink away her sorrow.

The lady looked tipsy, and Iinuma Isao felt something in his heart.

Use the key given by the angel tonight.

"I'm going back to my room to sleep." He stood up and said goodbye.

Huacheng Xingzi hummed lightly.

Alone, she squatted in front of the fireplace and continued drinking.

The skirt of the kimono is slightly parted, revealing two thighs that are fresh and translucent illuminated by the firelight;
The two little feet, liberated from the tiny slippers, were dyed rosy by the fire in the fireplace;
The bodice of the kimono was open, and since she wasn't wearing a bra, a lot of it was exposed, and it was as red as a mountain flower because of the heat.

The young widow looked at the burning firewood with blurry eyes, as if she was completely unaware that her body had reached the point of sexual intercourse. The blazing flames burned her skin without any pain, and even the young man who hid behind and watched her didn't notice.

This pitiful look makes people want to give her a hug.

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The storm shows no signs of letting up tonight.

The moist water vapor poured in without any scruples, making the walls, floors, and all the furniture feel wet. Even lighting the stove was of no use.

Ionuma Isao lay in bed for a long time, and when it was twelve o'clock, he got out of bed.

It was raining heavily outside, with lightning and thunder coming from time to time. He took the key and quietly slipped from the front yard to the backyard where the owner lived.

From the front yard to the backyard, you need to walk through a wind and rain corridor across the atrium. A row of white paper lanterns with five-pointed star arrays are hung on the walls.

The night is as dark as ink, the wind and rain are cold and cold.

The atrium was muddy.

Under the illumination of the lantern, the place seemed to be in ruins.

The desolate wind and rain add a layer of horror to the scene here, which can strongly arouse people's uneasiness.

This kind of big house that had just died, coupled with the cold rainy day, was very suitable for unclean things to come out... and entering the widow's door in the middle of the night didn't seem to be a good thing.

But no matter, I just want to see if she can sleep well, not to take advantage of her!

Iinuma Isao, who was full of righteousness, came to the only door in the backyard that was still lit.

Knocked, no response.

The lights are on, but no one opens the door. It's weird!

He directly inserted the key in, opened it with a click, and slowly opened the door: "Aunt Xingzi, I have something to ask..."

Before he finished speaking, his brows wrinkled.

The air in the room was turbid, and the perfume mixed with alcohol lingered for a long time.

Empty cans and bottles were scattered everywhere, and there were only two kinds: beer and purified water; there were melted chocolate and potato chip chips on the table, washed and unwashed clothes were piled messily on the small sofa; A lot of cosmetics were taken away, and broken powder was strewn all over the floor.

Is this really a lady's room?

Looking at the garbage all over the room, Iinuma Isao fell into deep thought.

The level of filth is shocking!
"Who, who came in..."

Huacheng Xingzi's voice is no longer so cold.

Not only is it not cold, but it is a bit naive, and it sounds like a drunken voice.Ionuma Isao looked towards her and found her lying on the big bed, which was different from her stern and cold image during the day.

At this time, she looked confused, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were hazy, and her casual posture was charming in a way that was difficult to do when she was awake.

"Xing, Aunt Xingzi..."

Ionuma Isao's eyes were wider than the eyes of a wild boar in Hokkaido.

"What, it turns out to be Axun, how did you get in...ah, is it unlocked? Forget it, it doesn't matter, you are drinking with me..."

The noble and cold mistress has blurred eyes and a pretty face.

"Why are you so drunk?" Ionuma Isao walked over, snatched the beer can from her hand, and said loudly: "Stop drinking and have a good rest, otherwise you will have a headache tomorrow."

"Well, don't..."

Huacheng Xingzi shook her head drunkenly: "I only drank this much, I can't sleep, I will have nightmares! Do you know nightmares? It's so scary... I'll give it to you to drink together..."

After that, she took out a bottle of whiskey from the bedside table.

Ionuma Isao grabbed it again.

"Hmph, bad guy!"

Huacheng Kyoko glared at him angrily and tried to get another drink, but her little hand was held by Iinuma Isao.

"Auntie, drinking is harmful to your health..."

"But I can't sleep without drinking..."

Huacheng Xingzi squinted her eyes and trembled all over. She smiled miserably and said: "Every time I close my eyes, my father and brother are asking me why I am still alive and well after they died..."

"what?"

Ionuma Isao was a little surprised.

Will someone as strong as Madam be tortured by the dead in her heart?
During the day, she is noble and majestic, a matron without any weakness, but at night, she regards alcohol as the last straw.

"Auntie, you can't drink wine." Iinuma Isao held her hand, "I can help..."

"help me?"

Huacheng Xingzi narrowed her eyes gently and said drunkenly: "Okay! Axun coax me to sleep..."

"Uh……"

Ionuma Isao looked at her subconsciously.

Compared with the dignified and strict Madam during the day, the Madam with her bare chest and shoulders now looks a bit too coquettish.

Her graceful figure is too attractive to a teenager's body...

"Did Axun think of something strange?" In Huacheng Xingzi's drunken consciousness, she subconsciously regained some of her majesty during the day. With a blushing face, she scolded: "You little brat, aunt is going to punish you! "

As she spoke, she stood on tiptoes and bumped her forehead against the boy's.

"Go to sleep quickly, I'll watch over you." Iinuma Isao helped her lie down.

"I'm not kidding!" Huacheng Xingzi took his hand.

"You really want me to sleep with you?"

"That's what I mean!"

Huacheng Xingzi squinted her drunken eyes, and her voice gradually became weaker: "The smell of verbena on your body makes me feel at ease. I need a peaceful sleep so much..."

After that, her breathing gradually weakened.

"Oh, I do, but if you let me sleep all night and do nothing, wouldn't that be harmful to me..."

Ionuma Isao muttered and stood up.

The madam's little hand grabbed his wrist and suddenly exerted force.

Caught off guard, Iinuma Isao fell into the soft quilt and met his wife's eyes.

Their cheeks were only a few centimeters apart, and the texture on her sexy red lips could be clearly seen, and her thick breath mixed with the smell of alcohol could be smelled.

(End of this chapter)